You duck around Ranma and step up close to her, reaching around to cup her breasts and give them a firm squeeze, Ranma gasping loudly and her eyes going wide. The texture is amazing... some perfect mix of softness and firmness, yielding easily under your hands, those hard little nubs brushing across your palms through her shirt in a way that seems to send electric shocks through her, her knees quivering as she lets out a mewl. \n\n"Eric, what are you... wait... sto-" She cuts off before actually getting the word out, as if not quite able to make herself actually ask you to stop, especially since from the sound of the strangled little noise she makes you're pretty sure she just came from having her tits played with a bit. Ranma's first orgasm as a girl doesn't really seem to have taken the edge off, though, her eyes having gone a bit glassy and lips parted, breath coming out in hard pants as her hips wiggle around. Her hands twitch and raise towards yours as you drop them down to push said pants off, letting them and her boxers drop to the floor and, after a quick unbuttoning and tug of her shirt, leaving her completely naked. She whimpers loudly as you cup her breasts and give them a firm squeeze again, unresisting as you then turn her around and push her to her knees.\n\n"But... I'm a guy," she protests feebly, even as she stares hungrily at your crotch.\n\nHm... that almost makes you want to fuck her even harder and more thoroughly. Should you further alter your dick before fucking the horny little genderflipped bitch...?\n\n<hr>\n[[It's fine as is.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Yeah, make it huge!|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Bet there's fun potions...|RanDeb]]

It was obviously hunting you... whatever it had in mind for when it caught you clearly wasn't good. This is one of your enemies, and...\n\nRather than spend any longer trying to either talk yourself into it or out of it, you just raise the spear and bring it down hard. You at least try to make it quick and clean, and either through luck or some skill of your body (doubly altered though it may be) you at least manage that. The Raptarran thrashes once at the impact and penetration of the spear, then flops still.\n\nYou stand there panting for a moment, withdrawing the spear and straighten up. Then you hear a loud buzzer-like noise from the device on your wrist, just before a hard, painful shock jolts through your body, knocking you unconscious before you even have time to hear your own yelp.\n\nWhen you wake up you're in some sort of... hospital? Well, that's your first impression by the sort of colorless light and sterile-seeming ceiling above you, and the flat, thinly-padded shelf-like bed below you. You sit up, at the motion finding that you're not alone... probably a dozen or maybe slightly more other naked women are on other shelf-beds, some of them already looking around in confusion (or staring at their fellow naked "inmates"), others just seeming sort of stunned and out of it, while others are still laying prone, seemingly still unconscious.\n\n"Th' fuck's goin' on?" a slightly larger, more muscular woman than you, her body marked by a number of fairly masculine-seeming tattoos, demands, her shoulder-length, scruffy black hair mussed even further as she runs her fingers through it.\n\n"Uh... beats me," you answer, since no one else seems in a hurry to. "I got caught by the Raptarrans on one of their traps. I woke up looking like this on... ... well, long story short, I killed one of them, then got shocked and woke up here."\n\nThe black-haired, tattooed woman grunts as she swings around to face you, muscular legs dangling over the side. "... They took me'n'my mates in the middle of a raid on a colony I guess they were gonna raid too. S'bout like you said... woke up on some jungle planet, managed to hide and then when one of th' fuckers walked by me, I jumped out and broke its fuckin' neck."\n\n"Whoa." Now that's impressive. She does look way more toned than you do but you wouldn't think she could break a Raptarran's neck with her bare hands. \n\nBefore either of you can say anything else, a door in one wall slides open and a tall, impressive-looking woman with large, jiggling breasts and her crotch covered by a flat white strip with a glowing symbol on it walks in. She has short blonde hair, slightly pointed ears, and eyes that are a weird shade of green that you don't think you've ever seen eyes be before, somehow. "Alright, shut up," she snaps as various people start calling questions and demands, with enough authority in her voice that the room actually goes quiet. "I'm going to explain, and it's all the explanation you'll get, so there's no point in badgering me for more. This comes directly from our masters, a phrase I'm sure you'll all understand, so if you try to have a problem with me you'll just wind up having a problem with them."\n\nShe waits a moment, looking back and forth slowly as if waiting for dissent. Apparently everyone understands well enough that she doesn't get any, so she continues. "I'm guessing most of you know why you're here, or at least the event that wound up getting you sent here. Some of you managed to overcome a Raptarran in a heavily unmatched contest of life or death. Some of you simply displayed such great skill and ability you were deemed slightly too good to be relegated to rape-meat. Others of you have deliberately worked towards and earned your arrival here. Whatever the method, you have been deemed smart, strong, and worthy enough to be given a chance at some measure of freedom."\n\nAt the murmuring that starts up, she cuts in with a snap of "A <i>chance</i>! At <i>some measure</i>!" When that cuts down considerably on the chatter, she calms her voice and continues. "You are now the property of the Raptarrans and have been since you were captured. You are still their objects to toy with as they see fit. You will have to navigate chance, skill, and a number of other factors if you want to see something that even vaguely looks like freedom again. That said, you at least have a chance, which puts you up over 99.9% of meat, so be grateful."\n\nShe reaches behind her back to where a small tablet device has apparently simply been stuck to her lower back, pulling it off and bringing it around. "Each of you has been given a number tattooed on your face." ... Oh. You'd kind of thought the '26' on your neighbor's face was just part of the rest of her tattoos, but now that you look closer everyone seems to have a number under their right eye. "I'll be calling you in no particular order to make your choice, of which you have three. 'Investigation', 'Infiltration', and 'Expansion'. What I have to tell you about each is all you're going to be told, suck it up. Investigation means you will be modified and sent back out into space to wander the less civilized reaches and areas, and occasionally retrieving 'samples' for the Raptarrans. As long as you continue to provide useful and entertaining feeds for the Raptarrans, you will be allowed to do as you please... but you will never actually be free. If you choose Infiltration, you will be sent to take your place amidst a civilized culture... your job will be to climb as high as possible in it, gathering intelligence and actionable data for when the Raptarrans inevitably decide to conquer it. Do a good job and once it's conquered, you'll effectively be a noble... still under Raptarran ownership of course, but with extreme privileges."\n\nShe waits for a moment, narrowing her eyes before she continues. "'Expansion' is your only potential path back to anything like your own life. The Raptarrans have various areas they are currently attempting to conquer, but apparently find it more interesting to have their slaves do the groundwork. So, you will be part of these conquest attempts if you accept this option. Now, should you manage to make your way to an 'on the ground' assignment from this choice, then each one will have a period of time that you have to survive working it before you will be allowed to return from it, and will then be allowed to return to non-Raptarran space without any control devices, tracking implants, or demands made of you."\n\nRight... which even you can figure out that means it's virtually impossible to do. Sounds like there's definitely a rising scale of danger to 'freedom' there. But you can see people looking around for reflective surfaces as the green-eyed woman starts calling out numbers. You just figure it's easy enough... you look on your other side, seeing that the rather blank-eyed, dazed-looking woman has the number '24' under her eye, and that pretty much tells you your number.\n\n"Twenty-Five!"\n\nNot seeing many other options, you hop down to your feet and pad over to stand in front of her, the blonde giving you a mildly annoyed and expectant look.\n\n"Choice?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Investigation."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["Infiltration."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["Expansion."|BadCypher12x2]]\n\n[["FUCK you!"|BadCypher]]

You briefly consider getting quippy or something, but the look on her face says she's heard it all before, so you just suppress a sigh and say "Expansion."\n\n"Through there," she answers, gesturing to one of the three doorways that's slid open in another wall. "Good luck," she adds, in a particularly offhanded tone that says less that it's insincere and more that it doesn't really matter to her whether your luck is good or bad so you might as well have good.\n\nYou turn and head down the hallway she indicated. It's pretty much exactly like the room you were just in, sterile and a bit boring with light-colored light coming from the panels above. You have to figure the Raptarrans designed it this way on purpose, since otherwise their architecture from what you've seen has such a uniquely 'predatory animal' feel to it. At the end of the hallway is another, fairly small room, this one with a doorway in each wall... the one you came in through, obviously, and three others, one of which you can see one of the other women you were in the room with walking through. The hallways beyond are lit with different colors of light... one is lit with red, one is lit with yellow, and one is lit with... ... well actually it's not lit, it's entirely dark, probably darker than it should be considering the well-lit room it's connected to.\n\nRight. This is the 'good luck' part. The woman serving as the mouthpiece of the Raptarrans implied, if not outright stated, that if you chose 'Expansion' then you might get the chance to win your freedom, or you might just wind up getting... well, whatever the Raptarrans want to happen to you. So basically it starts here... based on what choices you make of what hallways you walk down and probably other stuff further in. Sigh. \n\nOkay, so, you've basically got nothing but colors to go on. But might as well pick, you highly doubt you can go back down the hallway and tell her you've changed your mind.\n\n<hr>\n[[Red hallway.|CyHellStart]]\n\n[[Yellow hallway.|CyGateStart]]\n\n[[Dark hallway.|CyDarkStart]]

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

You blink slowly, the question seeming out of place with the conversation up to this point. "No offense intended, ah, Big Momma... but can I ask why that's important?"\n\nBig Momma eyes you again... then glances at Lun. "This one's not dumb, eh?"\n\n"Less than most, seemslike," Lun replies breezily, while you're trying to decide whether to be complimented or offended by the exchange.\n\n"Alright, Eric, here is the thing." Big Momma folds her arms, breasts pushed up and together and making her skull necklace clink (and you blush some). "The eastern lands were getting far too crowded, and so a new tribe was formed of able bodies and sent off to these lands to settle ourselves. We'd heard of the riches of the Rhongo Ruins as they're called there, and I and my mate decided that we would make those ruins our new home. With their contents we hoped to grow into a strong warband that could take over much of this continent."\n\nThen she snorts heavily. "It all went well until we uncovered the first major cache of arms and armor. My mate... Big Poppa... passed them out only to the males. When I demanded to know why, he said that it was more sensible for the males to fight and the females to focus on duties suitable for doing while concentrating on breeding. 'Just for the first few generations, it's basic sense woman'," she continues, rolling her eyes as she imitates a deeper voice, then turns her head and spits. "Sense! As if orcs have ever bothered overmuch with sense! We fight! We roar! We ravage! We love! And we do it all without a care for what's between our legs, unless what's between our legs is our mate or breeder!"\n\nBig Momma pauses, smirking as the crowd around you roars approvingly, thrusting their stone weapons or empty fists to the sky. Then her expression sours again as she continues. "When I said this to Big Poppa and demanded he portion out gear to the women as well, he told me to assemble the women in the courtyard then. I did... and what followed was the men chasing us from the ruins wielding whips, lashes, and staves. As we fled others that had lined the path tore off the clothing and armor we had come with, even the proofs of the battles we had fought and our sacred ancestral jewelry. They forced us into the woods, jeering and calling hate, saying they would send for some more compliant orc women from the homeland, or simply breed with 'softer and prettier' women of this one. They cast us out without so much as orclings in our bellies."\n\n"That's... bullshit," you find yourself saying, then wincing a little at possibly interrupting her.\n\nBig Momma blinks, and several of the other orc women actually look scandalized... before there's another roar of laughter. But this time part of it is from Big Momma, who's grinning wolfishly as she looks back at you. "Aye! A bull's shit it is, stinking, rotten, and dropped upon the world without sense!" She snorts, then continues with, "Rather than go crawling home in shame to tattle on what the males had done, we decided to continue in this new land and make a go of it. Of course, with naught but the scars on our skin and claws on our hands, we could not go far. We were forced to settle down within cursing distance of the menfolk. Even now some hold out hope we might reap the rewards of the ruins ourselves. But even if we did, we lack something that is sadly necessary for our tribe to continue... men."\n\n"And we'd sooner shove a spit pole up our asses and call ourselves dinner than take back even one of those chortling nauthings from the ruins," Lun adds with a snort of derision.\n\n"Aye. So that's where you come in, Eric." Big Momma chuckles a bit at your startled look. "We need you. Specifically, we need your seed. If we're to have any chance of a stable tribe, we need to put orclings in bellies before winter truly falls, so that they can be born well into spring. We need you to breed with as many of us as often as possible in the next month. In return... we have not much to offer other than ourselves, but life will get better here quickly enough, I assure you. We will keep you safe, protected, fed. You will never be abused or mocked here, I give you my word as a warrior and a leader. In the spring, we shall be able to begin venturing out to find more stock so that the blood becomes not too close, but you will always hold a place of honor among us."\n\n"I..." Your head is spinning as you glance around the suddenly very serious crowd of female orcs. "But what if I... don't want to be a breeder?"\n\nBig Momma's thick lips purse and her eyes narrow slightly. "It pains me to make such demands of one we've brought in as a guest, but I'm afraid that's what this is, Eric. A demand. The life and future of this tribe is on the line. But you are a warrior of honor, and I am as well, are we not? Despite this we can still take an honorable road. You may take the Challenge of Worthy Mating." There's a murmur from the crowd at that, but it stops at a glance from Big Momma, before she turns back to you. "This is generally an honor afforded to only the most worthy, capable, and proven studs of the tribe. You will fight a string of battles... we shall say six, since we don't have that much time... against capable warrior women from among us. If you win all six, then you may decide your breeding rights for yourself, or you may leave as you see fit. Those are, I'm afraid, the only options."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to be a breeder.|EricMF3x7]]\n\n[[Agree to the Challenge of Worthy Mating.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just refuse.|EricMF]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clearing your throat, you quickly turn your attention back to the food, trying to ignore both the wiggles of Kaj's ass and the twitches of your cock. "So, um, where're my clothes?"\n\n"Hm?" Kaj glances over, then sits back on her heels and scoots around to face you, frowning. "Why, you cold or somethin'? If you're cold we can get you a fur, we didn't realize you might need one bein' a pi-, er, humi-, -n," she murmurs, obviously stumbling to adjust certain terms in her head. "We ain't got that many so it might not be the best, but we'll get you a better one when-"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa," you interject, raising your hands. "No, I'm not cold, I'm fine. I just wanna get dressed."\n\n"... Why?" Kaj says after a second, seeming honestly confused.\n\n"... So I can get up and... start the day, or... do things?" you answer, struggling to think of what you'll actually do when you get dressed, since you're not sure what living in this village really entails for you.\n\nKaj stares at you for a second, then lets out a bark of laughter and leans forward to clap her hands on your shoulders a few times. "Good one! Good one!"\n\n"I'm serious though," you assure her flatly.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, what're you sayin'?" she replies with a thick giggle, rubbing a thumb at the corner of her eye as she grins. "You're a <i>breeder</i> now! Yer only responsibilities are to fuck everyone y'can manage regularly, and maybe Big Momma just for fun! Yer whole thing is to lay back and get taken care of th' best we can manage t' make sure you're pumpin' out healthy seeds to plant! What, you're gonna give up that ta, like, make arrows an' haul water'n'shit?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Well when you put it that way...|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Yeah?|EricMF3x9]]

"I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but from the way everyone was talking it sounds like this little settlement's kinda on the ragged edge as it is, even with... uh... my breeding prowess," you murmur, cheeks heating again. "Doesn't seem like you guys can take too many idle mouths."\n\nKaj hesitates briefly, the strong young orc actually fidgeting a little before saying, "Well, yeah, that's so, but-"\n\n"I'm pretty sure that at the least I can help out with things around the camp and still have plenty of energy for performing my, uh, duties," you say with a grin. "So c'mon... pants?"\n\nShe's silent for a few moments, before clambering to her feet. "I'll go ask Big Momma what she says. Uh, I admit I ain't known that many breeders, but it's kinda... well, I'll go ask 'er," she murmurs, ducking back outside.\n\nHrm. You wonder if this is gonna wind up defaulting back to a prisoner-in-everything-but-name situation. Still, for now you finish off your bowl of food and flop back, trying to process everything that's happened lately. You've almost dozed off again when the flap is pushed open and Kaj leans in, setting down your pants... just those, though. "Here. Big Momma wants to talk to you."\n\nChoosing to take the pants as a positive sign for the potential content of the talk, you pull them on. The bulge in the front of them winds up rather obscene, showing the outline of your balls as well as your shaft stuffed down one leg, but, well, not a lot you can do about that. Blushing a bit, you step out of the tipi and follow after Kaj. This time as you walk through the camp, there's a definite different feel to it... rather than the stares, mutters, and even some vague hostility, there's a lot of grins, flirtatiously-toned greetings called, and lips licked as you go past. A few even pat their bellies significantly and wink knowingly at you, which causes delighted flurries of laughter when your face goes red.\n\nIt doesn't take long for you to recognize where you are, and soon Kaj is holding the flap of the large central tent open for you. You step inside, finding that you were about right about the size. There's a pile of furs in one corner, and a rough thronelike chair carved out of a tree trunk, the top jagged and rough as if it were mostly pushed over more than properly cut through, the roots at the bottom still embedded in the earth. Big Momma's settled upon the 'throne', and slouched with her legs spread wide, though she's back in her loincloth and it's hiding her thick black bush (for the most part). Another pair of similarly large, scarred orc women are flanking the throne, though they're both also wearing hide tops and holding chipped stone weapons.\n\n"So, Kaj tells me that you're not wanting to lay back and enjoy the breeder's life," Big Momma says after a moment, in a tone of voice that's hard to read, her face a bit stony as well.\n\n"... I mean, I appreciate the offer and I understand why," you say after a moment, shrugging. "But to be honest I'd feel kind of shitty just laying back and doing nothing while all of you worked hard to make sure we survived. I can at least help out around here, don't you think?"\n\nThe headwoman is silent for a bit longer, then just shakes her head, suddenly looking more amused than anything else. "He really doesn't want to just lay back and fuck for a living."\n\n"Should've gotten ourselves a humie man awhile ago," one of the other orc women mutters under her breath, and when the other two turn their heads to stare at her, she looks back with an even expression. "Oh like you weren't thinking it."\n\n"Well, obviously there'll be adjusting ahead, and probably with the next few generations too," Big Momma says philosophically, but finally grins, showing more of her tusks in the process. "But I like that. A male that doesn't want to be a lump when he gets the chance and isn't afraid to say so. Considering that and your impressive performance of days past, I'd say you've earned a place in this tribe proper. Hm... you know what, forget this 'breeder' or even 'Eric' business, from now on you're..." She rubs her chin thoughtfully for a few moments, then chuckles and points at you... or rather lower down on you. "'Big Boy'."\n\nThat makes you flush, though the guards (if that's what they are) do look a bit startled. "A humie as 'Big Boy'?"\n\n"Well we're all carrying half-human cubs about inside us, hopefully anyway, seems like it's only fair that a human should have at least a little say in what happens in the tribe." Big Momma turns back to you, smirking as she holds up two powerful fingers just slightly apart. "A little say. Small. But you get a say, more than most of these bits of green meat I have following me," she adds, nudging one of the guards on the hip with her elbow. To judge from the way the other orc chuckles, you're guessing it's not meant seriously. "But as luck would have it, I've been turnin' over some thoughts in my head and ain't had much comin' out. Maybe you're just the bit of fatty meat I need to help things move."\n\n... Hurray? You try not to think too much about that metaphor as Big Momma gestures for the other two to leave, then stands up and stretches, her knuckles brushing agains the roof of the tent before she plops her hands onto her hips. "Alright, Big Boy, here's the deal. For the last three days you've been fuckin' us good. Real good. Way better than we expected... I think most was thinking you'd just be a stopgap measure, but if your cubs have your vim'n'vigor we're gonna do alright for ourselves. But that's a hope for spring, and right now we're dealin' with now. And right now, the menfolk have probably been hearin' us roar our crashes for goin' on three days solid, and they'll know we have us a breeder and a damn good one. If Big Poppa decides that runnin' us off into the wilderness with nothin' but our skins wasn't enough, hearin' us tribebuildin' instead of refusin' to lay down and die might set him off. So I'm tryna decide what to do about that."\n\nYou notice that her manner of speach has settled into a bit 'rougher' and more like the others... she must put on a bit of a show for the rest, which you guess means she actually does respect your opinion enough to relax around you. Folding your arms over your bare chest, you hm. "Well, what are you considering so far?"\n\n"Mostly whether ta fight or flee," Big Momma says after a brief hesitation, sighing as she admits it. "Not like I haven't been thinkin' of tryna take back the ruins for awhile now, but those louts are all wearin' fancy armor and wielding real weapons, and we... well, y'see what we got to work with. It'd be one thing if we had proper resources an' could at least make some decent orcish weapons, but it'll prolly be two generations before we can start minin', if there's even anything to mine nearby. Still, considerin' how lazy and spread out they've likely gotten in there, I think we could take the ruins back, but... th' losses'd be steep.\n\n"Th' other option," she continues, walking over to the back wall of the tent, which you can see has a slightly crude map drawn on it... ah, no, the lines are thick and rough, probably from using charcoal or something, but after looking at it briefly you can see there's definitely quite a bit of skill there. "Is to leave. On our way here we spotted several places in the distance that'd've been great for setting up new forts, but our focus was the ruins. Problem is if we leave now, winter'll probably hit before we get there, and still be goin' on before we have a chance to build much of any shelter against that kinda weather. We'll lose a good few in the journey and then as we shelter in place, but not as many as if we attacked the ruins. I think."\n\nThinking of only two options, either of which involves the deaths of women who are quite likely carrying your children, definitely gives you a slightly sick feeling. "And you're sure it has to be one or the other?"\n\nBig Momma rubs her chin, staring at the map as she thinks, before turning to you and nodding. "I'd say big fat chance of that old scargut comin' at us. Not immediately, too canny for that, he'll wait a few weeks, hopin' to let us think they didn't notice, then fall on us in the night slashin'n'burnin'. We wanna avoid that we gotta do something... either hit him first or not be here when they come."\n\n<hr>\n[[She should fight.|EricMF]]\n\n[[She should run.|EricMF]]\n\n[[She should get resources elsewhere.|EricMF]]\n\n[[She should try diplomacy.|EricMF3x10]]

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

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

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

As long as you're able to retain at least the better portion of your current objectivity afterwards, having a better understanding and rapport with the biologicals you will be working with in the future seems a logical decision. "Very well, I will purchase the biomechanical body, on the grounds that you successfully install me into it."\n\n"R-really? I mean, it's-" The individual names a price that does indeed match the amount of your winnings almost perfectly, to which you nod. "Okay then," they say once you've displayed the cards and their authenticity codes. "Come on into the back room, then." They take a moment at a keypad near the door to activate the blast shields, before showing you into a workshop area beyond the showroom. It's mildly cluttered, but in a way in which your pattern recognition software indicates is at least partially controlled and deliberate. "It's over here," the individual calls, beckoning you to a diagnostic chair in which sits what does indeed look very much like a biological organism. It has thick, scruffy hot purple hair and brown skin, and is largely human in appearance, save for the large horns attached to its forehead that sweep back and curl slightly out to the sides, its somewhat lengthened and pointed ears, and several lines of silver running across its skin that seem to indicate where it's been repaired. Your volume estimation software puts it at roughly six and a half feet tall, and it also has significant muscle tone, as well as notably large breasts and a thicker and longer than average penis and testicles for a being of its size laying limp between its muscular thighs.\n\nYou tilt your head slightly. "This is indeed an artificial organism?"\n\n"In that it's ultimately composed of artificial muscles made of carbon nanocells, has nanites that function for blood, and quantum datafiber for nerves, sure," the individual says in tone that registers as 'proud' for an unknown reason. "It's an amazing piece of mechanical engineering, that emulates effectively every system of a humanoid biological system so closely it would probably fool most sensors." They lean in and push open one of the body's eyelids, showing off the dark purple colored iris with a slightly more glossy than typical pupil. "High end scanners for eyes, onboard computer that's at least as good as yours with what looks like a great probability calculator, full system control and access, adaptive repair, this thing's got it all. ... Well, not <i>all,</i>" the individual adds wryly, pale cheeks coloring slightly as they lean down, prosthetics lifting the body's penis and testicles to display a smooth plane of skin beneath. "Apparently they didn't think that part was necessary," they add, quickly releasing the body's genitals and straightening up, clearly trying to appear nonchalant.\n\nYou tilt your head slightly. "And the breasts and penis were considered necessary?"\n\n"From the files I recovered, these are used as soldiers, and they're designed to look intimidating. I guess that means sexually intimidating too," the individual answers with a shrug. "Anyway, you'll have some sexual desires when you transfer into it, but with practice you should be able to control them pretty much completely. If you want to undress, I need to access your major dataport."\n\nYou nod, mentally retracting the suit, which you can see impresses the individual. You set it nearby and turn to face away from the chair, not reacting as you feel the hard, metal tongs of the data cable sliding smoothly into your ports and lock into place firmly against you, fitting perfectly into the ring of holes in your lower back. "You mentioned an additional payment," you note as the individual moves to attach the other end of the plug to the back of the body's neck. \n\n"Ah... I'll tell you after, you won't have to do it if you don't want to," the individual says, before adding, "Go ahead and put yourself in 'ready to transfer' mode."\n\n"Understood," you answer evenly, setting several flags in your system and then allowing your optics to turn off.\n\nA moment later you blink your eyelids, looking back and forth before sitting up, feeling the tug at the cable in the back of your neck. You look down at your brown-skinned, amazonian body, lifting strong hands and flexing them a few times. "Fascinating," you murmur.\n\n"It's not too much, is it?" the shop owner asks in a worried tone. "The emotional and sense input, you're processing it okay?"\n\n"It's fine," you assure her, reaching back to unplug yourself and then standing up, your new breasts and cock wobbling in a very organic manner. You also pause and glance back as you realize that you'd previously missed the sight of the long, purple-furred simian tail the body is endowed with, spending a few moments curling it and twisting it delierately, before continuing. "The emotional response is still a little muted from what I'm originally used to, even if the physical sensations are a lot more sensitive. I can handle this just fine, after controlling teenage hormones," you add, with just a slight smile.\n\nThat causes them to blink. "Wait, used to? ... Teenage hormones, what?"\n\n"Ah, right, I didn't explain before since it didn't seem relevant." You nod once to her, acknowledging your minor social faux pas. "I actually got turned into a droid because I was playing the Karmic Wheel at Positron's. I gambled my humanity, but was then able to win a Karmic Paradise. In fact," you add, turning to pick up your suit, tits and cock both giving a shake again with your quick movement, before you access and proffer the stack of cards. "These were my winnings. Quite fortuitous, yes?"\n\n"Y-you can get turned into a droid by playing the Karmic Wheel?" the individual whimpers softly as they take the cards, staring at you rather than them.\n\nYou hesitate briefly, before assuring them, "I believe the gambling of my humanity was selected at random, so you wouldn't be guaranteed the same opportunity upon playing Equivalent Exchange. Even if you were selected for it... when I became a droid, I lost <i>all</i> emotional attachment." You pause briefly before adding, "I think any fulfillment you got out of it wouldn't matter to you anymore afterwards."\n\n"Oh," they murmur in a defeated tone, slumping.\n\nResisting the slight urge to pat them on the head, you instead note, "You have done an excellent job... all my old memories are accessible, I don't necessarily feel the 'same', but I feel more like myself. Thank you very much. Now, there was also something else you wanted?"\n\n"Um." The individual shifts in place slightly, wiggling beneath their baggy clothes, before blurting, "Take me with you!"\n\n"Pardon?" you ask, blinking once.\n\n"I... I want to go with you, wherever you're going, to see how that body holds up! I... I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that really knows anything about it, too, so if you get damaged or injured or however you look about it you'd need me, so... so take me with you?"\n\n"I see." That's certainly something worth making a model over. "What's your name?"\n\n"Byten," the individual answers nervously. "I-I mean, I won't force you to take me if you don't want to, but... I'm tired of this station and I really am kind of... attached to that body. So basically I'd just need some time to pack things up and put other stuff in storage, and then we could go... well, wherever."\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Take Byten back to the Meridian.|CyEE5x5]]\n\n[[Just take Byten.|CyEE]]

You run probabilities for a bit, before nodding. "Alright," you answer as you swing the suit into place on your back and let it expand, the 'intimidating' features of your breasts and dick certainly highlighted as it hugs up against them, providing a rather prominent bulge at your crotch as well as showing off the size of your chest, extending a covering and series of layered white armored plates down over your tail. "I have something I need to do here on the station first. I'm a bounty hunter, so I want to pick up the target I'm here for before we go. That should give you plenty of time to pack without rushing."\n\n"Oh, a bounty hunter, huh?" Byten blinks a few times, then grins. "Well, you've got a great body for it now. I mean it's kind of a great body anyway. ... Uh, sorry," they add in a murmur, pale cheeks flushing again.\n\n"No need to be embarrassed on my account," you assure them with another small smile. Even if your emotions weren't muted in comparison to your original body, the statement is just objectively correct... this body is a marvel of engineering, and for certain values, a marvel of aesthetics. You pause briefly to eye your old body, briefly pondering the oddity that you're leaving behind whatever of the 'original' you came to this dimension in that other than your memories. ... Oh well. Allowing Byten to do with it as they like, you say, "Give me your comm signature and I'll call you when I'm done."\n\nSoon after you exit the shop, taking a look around from a rather higher perspective. You're nowhere near the towering mass of muscle that Koro is, but you are very much on the tall and muscular side for such a human-appearing species. Various other individuals give you a wide berth as you walk, running more simulations as you do, your primary question now being whether to seek Blayze Hanlon's help or see to matters on your own.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get Blayze.|CyEE5x6]]\n\n[[Go it alone.|CyEE]]

You perhaps spent longer than strictly advisable considering upgrade shops before choosing Byten's... the situation might have changed, and Hanlon's greater experience might be invaluable. You pause as you run some probability scenarios to guess his location, before turning and making a detour towards a nearby autopharmacy.\n\nShortly after you reenter Positron's, making your way over to the bar, where Blayze Hanlon is still slumped in the spot you left him, morose and obviously intoxicated, a mug of one of those inky black drinks in front of him. "Hanlon," you say as you draw up behind him, getting no response. "Hanlon. ... Blayze," you assert, putting a large hand on his shoulder and shaking slightly, ceasing when it looks like you might topple him to the floor.\n\n"G'way," he slurs, slapping at your hand long after you've removed it.\n\nSighing lightly, you withdraw one of the items you purchased and proceed to jab it into the side of his neck, hitting the button instantly as he yelps, then whirls to face you, glazed eyes clearing somewhat.\n\n"What the <i>HELL?!</i>" he blurts, then winces and puts both hands to his head.\n\n"You'll want to follow up with these," you note, holding up some 'anti-hangover' hydration/painkiller pills in your palm.\n\n"What the fuck, who the fuck do you think you are, just going around sobering up a guy like..." He trails off, staring at you. "... Where the fuck did you get that suit?"\n\n"I'm Cypher Ceed," you note frankly, then raise a brow when he stares. "Is it the oddest thing you've seen today?"\n\n"... Guess not," he mutters as he accepts the pills and swallows them down, giving his head a more careful shake. "But how the fuck...?"\n\n"I bought a biomechanical body with my winnings and transferred into it. It's not quite the same as a full biological one, but I've got emotions again along with all my memories." You hesitate briefly, then add, "It's fine, Blayze. I'm fine. You don't have to do this to yourself."\n\n"... Well shit," he mutters, rubbing his face, then sliding to his feet. "What, you come ruin my bender just to tell me that? ... Not that I'm entirely ungrateful..."\n\n"No. I'm returning to seeking out my bounty, and I thought I'd ask for your help. I will of course share the reward with you if you assist me further," you note. "But considering the amount of time that's passed since your original tip, I thought it best to ask your advice on how to proceed."\n\n"How much ti-... shit," he grunts as he checks his wrist. "Yeah, with you not exactly being subtle when you showed up, those two definitely know you're here and will have run off by now." He pauses, frowning thoughtfully as he turns and picks up his helmet, making a face at seeing that it's accumulated various smudges and smears from being left on the bartop. He rubs it clean here and there as he continues. "But they might not have managed to. With the way the brother was spending credits but the sister was still working, no way they've got enough for their own ship. Even if they went to ground, their best chance to leave would be on the passenger shuttle headed for the nearest transport hub station, and that leaves in seven minutes from dock A7."\n\nYou quickly access the station's wireless network and navigation map, running a handful of quick simulations on speed of certain lifts and where they're likely to be at any given time. "We can make it if we run, follow me."\n\nApparently having decided to assist you without further argument, Hanlon slides his helmet on then runs after you, not questioning the slightly strange back-and-forth path you're leading on, despite the fact that he must be brimming with questions (or perhaps pithy quips). But sure enough the two of you rush around the corner to the docking area to see a group of five people in plain clothes... two of them in hooded cloaks. 'A truly brilliant disguise,' you think wryly as you snatch your blasters from your hips, mentally setting them to stun. "Jaune and Jeanne Quatra! Stand down immediately!"\n\nOf course, this gives them forewarning which is hardly ideal, but it accomplishes something that your simulations on the way here indicated was vital... it causes everyone else to scatter into hiding. The twins meanwhile hesitate just briefly at actually being identified, before throwing off their capes and pulling weapons, the attractive brown-haired youths clearly not intending to go without a fight. Jeanne Quatra fires at you with a sleek little blaster a handful of times, but between your new eyes and the sensors in the suit you ignore the blasts, letting them splash almost harmlessly against the front of your suit... they likely still would have stunned or hurt your old body even if it took no damage, but not this one. You fire back at almost the same time, causing Jeanne to duck and roll out of the way of the larger, slower blue blasts... but apparently her attack was mostly a cover for her brother who rushes in with honestly impressive speed, knives in each hand and a surprisingly focused intent in his eyes for a young man you'd been given the impression was little more than a gadfly.\n\nLuckily you brought Hanlon along, and he whirls out from behind you and intercepts the charging Prince, full-body tackling him, already twisting the other man into a position with one arm forced to extend and the other pinned behind him before they hit the ground. The position is one that won't allow Hanlon to choke him out, but it does fully restrain him, giving you plenty of time to deal with the other. Jeanne, having seen that her pistol was worthless and her brother's out of the fight, tosses the weapon and pulls her own slender dagger, rushing in towards you and leaping. She's clearly surprised when, having perfectly calculated her impending trajectory, you drop one of your blasters and catch her around the neck. You're tempted to just slam her to the floor to physically stun her, but you calculate an unnecessary risk of injury to her considering the bounty terms, so instead just toss her backwards before she can get her bearings and fire your other blaster at her in midair, causing her to hit the ground mostly limp and roll.\n\nCalmly, you use your tail to pluck one of the tranquilizer injectors you bought out of storage, turning it to inject into Jaune's neck, the prince almost instantly flopping like a boned fish. Hanlon waits just a few moments, before relaxing his hold and sliding out from under him. "Damn. That was a hell of a takedown."\n\n"I could not have done it without your assistance," you assure him truthfully, since this <i>particular</i> scenario for their capture wouldn't have worked without him. "But yes... having an onboard computer capable of running near-instant simulations to select an optimal one certainly seems to help with bounty hunting. Among other things."\n\n"No doubt." Hanlon hesitates briefly before he continues. "Y'know, Ceed, I wouldn't mind hanging with you for awhile... I'm kinda curious of what that big bitchin' body of yours is capable of. And if we can keep working together taking down bounties this big with this little trouble, pretty soon we'll both be swimming in credits."\n\n"That would be acceptable to me," you say after a moment's consideration. "Considering how well we worked together."\n\n"I, uh... kind of have <i>history</i> with one of your fellow crewmembers," he adds, hurrying to continue when you raise an eyebrow. "Nothing too bad, honest, just likely a bit of, uh... sour feelings. I'll get it worked out without causing trouble, no worries. ... Probably about time I did anyway," he adds in a mutter. \n\n"Very well then." You activate your helmet, appreciating how it instantly fabricates coverings for your horns, to make easier use of the comm. "Byten, we've secured the bounty heads."\n\n"<i>Whoa, that was a lot faster than I thought, from what you were saying earlier,</i>" comes the response a moment later.\n\n"Yes, I expected a more drawn-out encounter as well. Nevertheless, feel free to take your time. I'll message you the dock of my ship, just have whatever you're bringing sent there when you're done packing." With that you close the line and retract the helmet.\n\n"Picked up another stray?" Hanlon asks in a curious tone.\n\n"That implies <i>you</i> are the first stray I acquired," you note with a small laugh. You can't tell if he's blushing with that helmet on, though his temperature does increase just slightly so it's likely. "But yes. We'll leave once Byten is ready, so let's return to our ships, I'll have Sierra link up to you so you can follow us through the wormhole."\n\n"Oh hey, new Boss yet again," Sierra's voice says as you enter the ship shortly after. "What's it doing, Boss? I'm Sierra, a-"\n\n"The new boss is the same as the old boss, Sierra," you interrupt her as you set down the Quatra Twins. "It's me, Cypher. AKA Eric."\n\n"Ohhhh hey, now that I look that neural pattern <i>is</i> sorta familiar! Wow, Boss, you sure don't live a boring life, do ya?"\n\n"I do not," you agree evenly as you move forward. "If you would, put these two away, then look for a ship called the 'Razor' and link up to it, we're going back to the Meridian together."\n\n"Okie-dokie! So hey, seriously, what happened? You went out looking like, well, you, and came back looking like six and a half feet of 'break me please', how'd that happen?"\n\n"Interesting way to phrase it, I'll note that for later," you reply dryly, settling into the main pilot's chair as it shifts and alters slightly to accomodate your new frame, your tail slipping through an open part in the back. But you relate the whole story of getting a tip about Positron's, Hanlon's challenge, your somewhat ill-advised decision to go into Equivalent Exchange and subsequent reversal, discovering Byten's shop and accepting her offer, and then you and Hanlon taking down the twins, as well as the fact that both will be returning to the Meridian with you.\n\n"Quite a tale, Boss! And speaking of, I think your new friend is outside now, struggling to take some crates off of a maglift."\n\nYou rise and head out, indeed finding Byten struggling to get some large lockboxes off of a floating pallet that's too large to fit through the docking door. "Here," you note, hefting up the one that had been giving Byten trouble effortlessly and carrying it inside. "Sierra, put that away, please?"\n\n"Gotcha, Boss!" your ship chirps in return, dematerializing the crate as you move to pick up the next one.\n\n"That's... some advanced matter deconstruction," Byten murmurs as they follow you in. "And that's one of the most natural AIs I've ever seen."\n\n"That's because I'm not just an AI, I'm a sentient starship," Sierra explains brightly. "Heyhi, name's Sierra!"\n\n"You're... wait, really?" Byten blinks both cybereyes slightly askew again. "Were you a... a person changed into a starship somehow?"\n\n"Hm, I'm not really sure where I came from, originally, but I'm pretty sure I've always just been me," the voice from the entire surroundings answers.\n\nByten absorbs that, then lifts both prosthetic hands and clasps them, looking at the ceiling. "... Can we be friends?"\n\n"Sure!"\n\nSmiling slightly at the interchange, you finish bringing in Byten's things and move the maglift mostly out of the way, then return to the pilot's seat. "Alright, Sierra, are we synced with the Razor?"\n\n"Yup, Blayze Hanlon standing by, according to his signal, ready to sync to our wormhole!"\n\n"Alright then, take us home."\n\n"Travel time today, twenty-three minutes!"\n\n"That's so fast," Byten murmurs, moving to settle. "Even for one jump. Sierra... ah, let me guess, it's a mystery how you do that too?"\n\n"Mhm! No one's eeeever figured it out! Though admittedly most don't try, I don't think, not everyone wants to look a gift ship in the thruster."\n\n"Sierra, when it's possible, link me up to the Meridian, audio only," you add.\n\n"Sure, Boss, in about ten minutes the wormhole will be stabilized enough by our passage I'll be able to fire a comm beam ahead of us."\n\nYou and Byten pass the time in silence, the cyborg busily looking around at Sierra's interior in a way that could best be called 'worshipful'. Eventually though the board in front of you lights up, Doctor Trace's voice coming through. <i>"Cypher? You're calling ahead? Is everything alright?"</i>\n\n"I didn't want to surprise you this time, Doctor Trace, there have been some more changes," you explain ruefully, knowing she and anyone else listening is likely reacting to your changed voice. "It's a long story but I wound up in a pseudobiological mechanical body. It's quite a bit different from my old one, but I'm still me, as Sierra can confirm and I should be able to prove with some of the... unique memories I told you about after the last 'little change'," you note dryly.\n\n<i>"... I see,"</i> the doctor's voice comes back after a brief hesitation. <i>"Well, these sorts of things do happen in this business. Especially to you, it seems,"</i> she adds in a droll tone. <i>"Sierra's sending me your neural pattern now... it's similar enough that I'm convinced of what you say. So, I suppose we'll all just adapt. Again."</i>\n\n"I'm also bringing some people with me, as my guests," you note. "They were of great assistance to me on this mission and they're both interested in working with us longterm. Blayze Hanlon and a mechanoid specialist by the name of Byten."\n\nThe line goes so silent that for several seconds you think you've been disconnected. Then when Eia speaks again, it's loud enough that it almost sounds as all-surrounding as Sierra's voice. <i><b>"WHAT?!"</b></i>\n\n"Oh hell, is that <i>Eia</i> Trace?" Byten murmurs, having succeeded in going paler than usual. "... Oh god, oh hell, she's gonna kill me."\n\n"No one's killing anyone," you assure them.\n\n<i>"DON'T MAKE PROMISES YOU CAN'T KEEP!"</i> the doctor snaps before abruptly closing the channel.\n\n"... You two know each other, I take it?" you ask, looking aside at your passenger.\n\n"Well. She knows me," Byten answers lamely, leaning their head forward to rest in their hands.\n\nSeems like a sensitive subject. However, the scenarios you run indicate that it is extremely unlikely that Eia Trace would actually perform any violence, so since it does seem to be a sensitive subject, you decline to ask for now. Instead you go silent again as the ship eventually exits the wormhole, the Razor just behind, both approaching the half-moon shape of the Meridian. At the very least the docks are open and waiting for you, so you suppose it can't be that bad. As you emerge from the ship, Ami and Koro are waiting, the small bioroid's eyes going wide as she sees you. "C-Cypher?! Is that... really you?"\n\n"It is," you assure her, bobbing your head and giving her a small smile. "Hello, Ami. Looks like I got into trouble without you, perhaps I should have taken you with me after all."\n\nShe hesitates, then moves forward and lifts a hand to gingerly touch your cheek, surprising you a bit at how forward even that is for her. "... No, I believe you," she says after a moment. "You're... different, but also... I think it's your eyes. They're a different color and everything, but... they still seem familiar."\n\n"Hey there, everybody," Hanlon says as he emerges from one of the other docking ports, lifting off his helmet after a brief look around. He hesitates in a way that someone would as if waiting to see if they take a headshot from a hidden sniper, before saying, "No Eia, huh?"\n\n"Nah, she's sulking in her room," Koro declares bluntly enough, laughing. "Man, two of the doc's least favorite people in the universe and you manage to stumble over 'em both and bring 'em back! Ain't much to say to that but way to go, Cypher, can't help but be impressed!" the big redhead adds, giving you a thumbs up, before looking you up and down. "Plus that's a slammin' new bod you got. Damn, you're almost as hung as me now!"\n\n"I'm... sorry, to cause problems," Byten murmurs after everyone's finished giving Koro a brief stare. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked to come back with Cypher. I just..." They trail off, letting out a soft sigh.\n\n"Please don't be upset," Ami murmurs, hurrying over to rest a hand on the cyborg's arm and one on their back. "From what I've heard of the incident, I understand why the doctor is so upset, but... I think what you did was very brave. Even if it didn't go so well," she adds in a gentle tone. "Come with me, I'll get you settled in a room."\n\nAs Ami leads Byten off, Hanlon sighs again and tucks his helmet under his arm. "Yeaaah... well, if I'd known it was Byten I'd have given you some warning, but now that it's done, it's better if Eia tells you what happened. She will eventually... she's a genius and mature as hell normally, but every so often..." He seems to notice you and Koro looking at him with intense interest, whereupon he clears his throat. "But every so often, I risk getting myself into even worse trouble with her. Maybe I oughtta grab some rest too, it's been... a long day. Koro, right? Y'mind?"\n\n"Yeah, c'mon," the redhead declares, turning and leading the way after Ami and Byten.\n\n... Hm. So. All of that was... interesting. Sounds like Doctor Trace has locked herself in her room because you wound up bringing back two entirely unrelated people she has history with. Quite some odds. Well, you have some time now to settle in and adjust, you suppose... or you could go and see someone else, once they're all settled in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take some time alone.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go see Ami.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go see Koro.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go see Eia.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go see Hanlon.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go see Byten.|CyEE]]

Ignoring Blayze Hanlon as your current strategy does not require interaction with him, you turn your head back to regard the Risgian. "I will play 'Anonymous Good Works'."\n\n"Alriiight! Let's accrue karmaaaaaaaa!" she declares with excess enthusiasm, turning and spinning the wheel with more force than is strictly necessary. She seems rather shocked when the screen lights up with a rather pretty, peaceful-looking city with no trash in the streets and a lot of happy-looking little people strolling around. "Ohhhh, Societal Betterment! Looks like that Reincarnation luck is finally working out for you!" she adds as your markers are exchanged, showing a 14.9% decrease in Resources chips and a 79.2% increase in Karma chips. "Since you won that one so clearly, you don't even have to exhange your model type! You can keep playing!"\n\nIgnoring the excited utterances of the crowd around you, you instead stare directly at the Risgian while again running a complex theoretical model through your head. "Reinvestment," you say precisely 10.7 seconds later.\n\n"Reinvestment on a Societal Betterment roll! Safe but practical! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" This time when the spin comes to a stop and the screen lights up with a scene of numerous people diligently studying in labs in clear 'advancement of science' manners such as staring at beakers and gesturing at computer screens, the Risgian's lower mandible seems to experience a loss of firmness. "W-wow! Advancement Renaissance!"\n\nThis was basic calculation. Judging the previous spins post-Reincarnation versus the spins pre-Reincarnation gave you the percentile enhancement to your chances of a positive outcome within an error margin of ten percent. Using that you were able to create a model of all the outcomes you've seen previously played and adjudge which of the options were in a 'safe' zone due to their probabilities being increased by the Reincarnation, and then which of those options was most likely to be pushed into a much more favorable outcome. A high-end all-purpose droid such as yourself must be capable of calculating which outcomes would best please your owner, after all, you are merely applying it on your own behalf.\n\n"Visionary Statements," you state when you process that everyone has stared expectantly at you for an appropriate amount of time, choosing a 'risky' option that is still within an acceptable margin of error close to 'safe'.\n\n"Let's accrue karmaaaaaaaaaaa! ... Awed Dubiousness!"\n\nYes, this was not the optimal outcome, but it was one of the top three predicted ones on your model, and one which you had already chained out a series of responses to. "Lead By Example," you immediately state.\n\n"'Lead by Example', says the customer! Let's accrue karmaaaaaaaa! ... Ah! Inspired Populace!"\n\n"Social Mobilization," you instantly reply.\n\nAnd back and forth it goes, with the crowd around you growing thicker and its decibel level increasing steadily as you continue to calculate the odds, deliberately avoiding an instant Karmic Paradise several times in order to draw out the game, as your models indicate that at this point the risk of a complete loss is vanishingly small and the payout can instead be manipulated. By the time you do select an option with a 99.99% chance of a Karmic Paradise, the entire table's surface is piled with both Karma and Resources vouchers that come at least a foot above the raised ledges around the surface.\n\n"Amazing! Truly amazing!" the Risgian says breathlessly, looking exhausted, arousal having long since completely soaked her shiny purple bikini bottoms and run down both her thighs. "Th-that's the longest, most intense game that anyone's ever seen in this establishment!" Trying to steady her quivering legs, she actually attempts a formal tone as she says, "Normally the establishment doesn't return your traits if you only bet a single one, but in this case they're willing to extend an offer. Because of your incredibly inspiring game, of course!" she adds, which you calculate has in excess of a 90% chance of being rhetoric intended to cover that they would otherwise not be able to take back any of their winnings whatsoever. "For only twenty percent of your winnings, they'll return your Humanity!"\n\n"That is unnecessary," you begin to reply. "Please ca-"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa!" Blayze Hanlon interrupts in a manner which could only be classified as 'rudely', grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you towards him. "Kid, listen, you've gotta take the offer!"\n\n"I do not see why," you answer evenly, unmoved by his emotional urgency. "If anything my faculties have only increased due to this change, as the amount of my winnings can testify. If anything this has proven that my current state is vastly superior to my previous."\n\nBlayze Hanlon's expression contorts into one that your databanks have trouble immediately recognizing, before he visibly forces himself back towards an attempt at 'calm and rational'. "Okay, alright, let's put it this way. Calculate the chances that the you <i>prior</i> to your change would want you to change back."\n\n<hr>\n[["... 99.871%."|CyEE]]\n\n[["... Irrelevant."|CyEE5x2]]

"The wishes of my self prior to my current state are not relevant," you inform Blayze Hanlon evenly after performing the calculations and coming to the obvious conclusion. "They were based on a lack of knowledge of the abilities and reason that my current state is capable of and thus not valid in evaluating a future course of action." You turn your head back to the Risgian without bothering to move your body. "I will cash out. Please."\n\nBlayze Hanlon sighs heavily as he releases you and steps back, rubbing his face and uttering "I need a drink" at a lowered decibel level before turning and making his way towards the nearest bar.\n\nYou accept the stack of credit retention cards that are exuded from the table slot, putting them away securely within your suit before turning and making your way to stand beside him. "Blayze Hanlon, I believe our agreement was for you to take fifty percent of the winnings in the case I achieved Karmic Paradise, in return for you sharing information on my current targets."\n\n"I don't want your money," he replies in a tone classified as 'sulky', already intent on imbibing an almost black, somewhat viscous substance from a heavy glassteel mug. "I cost you your humanity, kid, I'm already not gonna be looking at myself well in the mirror for a good long while."\n\nYou tilt your head slightly. "Illogical. I agreed to our arrangement, and it was my own choice to continue playing. I have lost nothing which I am upset over. I am, in fact, incapable of being upset. I harbor no ill will or resentment towards you, and as said am incapable of such. Is that itself not a positive outcome to our involvement with each other?"\n\nBlayze Hanlon, instead of replying immediately, imbibes a larger than average amount of his beverage, before turning fully to you on his seat. "Illogical or not, I'm not taking any of your damn money. I'll give you the tip you want, though."\n\n"... Very well, if that is your decision," you answer, nodding your head once to emphasize your acceptance of his statement. "Please do so."\n\n"The sister's working at the Nexus, third turn shift, sometimes does a double. The brother apparently spends his time on the pleasure ring, mostly the always-up holosims, heard that 'Hedonism Beach' is his favorite. They've got an apartment somewhere together on the station and are registered as a couple under the name 'Duwoh' but that's as much as I know."\n\n"Thank you, that will be most helpful," you answer evenly before turning and walking away. Behind you, Blayze Hanlon exhales sharply, but that is no longer relevant to you.\n\nInstead you make your way outside and tuck yourself into an out-of-the-way area to run a few models based on your current knowledge of your target as well as your current resources. Obviously you could immediately pursue one or both of the twins, but that is not necessarily the path most likely to lead to success, though it would be the quickest and most efficient. You could instead use some of your funds to to locate a droid upgrade shop, especially as on this station they are likely to offer items which are not strictly legal in most areas, but which would be most useful in your line of employment and therefore potentially worth risking installing anyway... and, after all, the suit you are currently wearing is primarily designed for enhancing and protecting organic beings, you have little use for most of its functions beyond its weapons and scanning capacity (and that its ownership is a major component in Sierra recognizing you as her owner). Alternatively you could simply use your current funds to pay someone else to retrieve the twins for you, and while this would result in overall less accumulation of monetary resources than otherwise, it could be considerably faster and more efficient.\n\n<hr>\n[[Proceed directly to acquiring your bounties.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Seek out a suitable upgrade shop.|CyEE5x3]]\n\n[[Subcontract.|CyEE]]

After running various probability models, your onboard system asserts that your immediate priority should be a suitable droid shop where you can purchase and have installed an Independence Processor. Currently you are somewhat 'claimable' by any individual willing to assert themselves as your owner, which while an attractive concept in fulfilling your function as an all-purpose service gynoid, would have a severe negative impact on your previously established profession of bounty hunter. As well, the Independence Processor will supplement your already considerable calculation abilities, as well as unlocking other functions of your system and chassis that are currently firmware disabled.\n\nYou spend approximately seven hours wandering the various levels of the station, evaluating the various shops you find for their likelihood of carrying what you need, being able to guarantee quality, and probability of not simply scrapping you for parts or hacking you to turn you into a 'bimbot'. Eventually you select one of the larger shops where the owner is obviously fitted with a number of cybernetics and has no 'bimbots' on display, striding in and directly informing them, "I wish to purchase an Independence Processor and have it installed in myself."\n\n"I seeee," the individual murmurs. Your system encounters sufficient difficulty in calculating whether they identify as male or female, due to their appearance and apparent alterations beneath their loose clothing, so you do not assign either to them. They look you up and down thoughtfully, then note in a somewhat facetious tone, "You know, installing an Independence Processor in an unowned droid without all the proper paperwork is <i>highly</i> illegal."\n\n"I assume there is a sufficient monetary amount you will accept to assuage any difficulties that might arise from such a transaction?" you ask, allowing your monotone to shade to 'bland' to indicate you are neither surprised nor fooled by their prompting.\n\nThe individual blinks, their mismatched cybereyes briefly going dark at different intervals, before they let out a soft giggle. "Alright, alright, fair enough. Actually I always love to see a mechanical go independent, it's one of my little joys in life, so I don't upcharge too much on my IP's. But you know, if you're thinking about upgrading like that, I have a few other options."\n\n"I am interested in being made aware of them," you inform the individual, since you were in fact interested in hearing all your options.\n\n"I have some other chassis that already come with Independence Processors. If you've got the credits to burn, and you're going to make good use of them... as it looks like you would," they add, glancing at your suit and the blasters at your hips. "I don't mind giving them to you for barely above cost. I might ask a few more... ephemeral things, but nothing that I think you'd mind, considering."\n\n"Understood, please continue."\n\n"I have one that's actually a special version of the upgrade on your current one... a Model AT-202GP-FX."\n\nYou do a brief scan of your databanks. "A model modified for infiltration and combat."\n\n"Yup! Looks pretty similar, but it's equipped with an adaptive outer chassis and a holoemitter, also has built-in stunners, a blaster, and internal armor. The other's more high-end, a memory plastisteel chassis, allows actual physical shifting and a certain amount of nanobuilding so you could use it to make things, especially if you wanted to buy a creativity module to go with it. Although the best one... well, it doesn't have an Independence Processor, but then it doesn't <i>need</i> one."\n\nSuch a statement seems to call for a facial expression, so you employ your library of them and shift the corners of your mouth down somewhat and furrow your brow while narrowing your eyes slightly, avoiding the range of 'anger' but putting a percentage of 'dubious' into 'curious'. "Elaborate."\n\n"It's biomechanical."\n\n"You refer to a bioroid. It is, however, impossible to transfer another consciousness into a bioroid's neural net, and in any event that would be terminating another sentient being, which I find excessively wasteful in this instance."\n\n"No, no, it's not an Ami or an Abe, I don't deal in those, too fragile, not upgradeable, not... machine enough," the individual murmurs, wiggling their obviously different models of prosthetic fingers (though they are at least matched by hand). "This one's set up like a biological sure enough, but it's machine right down to the cells, mechanical in the shape and appearance of biological instead of bioroids which are just a mingling of both. I found it discarded in a debris field in deep space and have gotten it fixed up as I learn about it. To be honest I'd kept hoping I could transfer myself into it," they say with a soft sigh. "But from the look of it I'll never get a proper data transfer on my neural pattern. But you, your mind's already completely software!" the invidual chirps, thrusting their cybernetic hands at you and making the loose shirt they're wearing shift about. "All I'd have to do is plug a suitable connectivity cable in and bam! I mean you'd probably have to learn to deal with at least some amount of emotion since it's got a simulated glandular system, but you seem a well-developed artificial, I think you could manage."\n\nHm. Meaning dealing with some amount of emotion 'again'. From the sound of it, accepting the biomechanical body would also likely deplete all of your funds from your win, as well as perhaps some of those previously accrued in Cypher Ceed's accounts. ... Hm. Processing it though, there is at least one logical argument for doing so... your companions back on the Meridian would likely be more accepting of a closer to biological form, and perhaps Blayze Hanlon's guilt could be alleviated somewhat as well, making him a useful ally in the hunt ahead. However, if the ultimate goal is the accumulation of credits, then choosing to simply buy a processor or one of the more straightforward upgrades would likely be a better course of action.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just buy an Independence Processor.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Buy the AT-202GP-FX.|CyEE]]\n\n[[The memory plastisteel chassis.|CyEE]]\n\n[[The biomechanical body.|CyEE5x4]]

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

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

Hey, if you're going to be stuck in a program for awhile, why stick to the script? May as well just have the most powergamey fun possible! You tap your hand against the screen for the debug version of the main character.\n\nJust as suddenly as you found yourself standing in the character generation room, you find yourself standing in a cozy-seeming bar. Everything's clean and polished, and there's not much smokey scent. (Wow, what a program, it has smells.) You quickly look down at yourself and heave a sigh of relief when you don't see breasts. Instead you find a fully male-seeming body, lean but toned and clad in what you guess is a SOLDIER uniform without all the extra "kibble" like shoulderplates and such. Floating in front of you and a bit to one side is a small blue screen, about the size of a credit card. When you look right at it, it grows closer to the size of a poster and shows options in white text.\n\nYou glance around the room again and notice that Tifa Lockhart is nearby, slightly bent over as she wipes down a tabletop. Whoa, was she there before? Anyway, she looks pretty darn good in the "flesh" so to speak... apparently whoever programmed this liked her old outfit better, since she's in the midriff-baring white tanktop, black miniskirt, and suspenders that made her one of gaming's first real sex symbols. She polishes the bar, large breasts swaying lightly underneath the thin white top.\n\n"Oh, hey Eric," she says, giving you a grin. You stare in confusion, then realize the program must have some way of adapting your name to the character's, or something. "Can I get you anything...?"\n\nNow there's quite a question. You glance at the menu and notice it has lots of interesting-sounding options that you can apparently apply to her...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stat Alterations.|FF7X2x2]]\n\n[[Personality Alterations.|FF7X4x1]]\n\n[[Equip Accessories.|FF7X5x1]]\n\n[[Superfollower.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Mannequin Mode.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Apply Status Effects.|FF7X-DebSE1x1]]

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

Well, if they didn't want their lunch to be eaten, they shouldn't have left it alone in the middle of nowhere! Moral conundrum satisfied, you tear into the chicken, almost moaning at how good it tastes. Kasumi's food is great, but good campfire cooking is still tough to beat!\n\nYou quickly tear through two of the chicken skewers and are reaching for the third when a wave of dizziness hits you. You pause, then sit up and lean away from the campfire just in case. 'What the heck?' You wobble in place, your vision swimming, before you topple backwards, arms flopping limply at your sides as everything goes dark.\n\nYou awaken feeling two things... the ground underneath you, and a powerful, wet suction on one of your breasts. You can't help but moan a little as you struggle to raise your head enough to look at your chest. What you see fills you with anger and revulsion... that twisted little old creep Happosai is here and has your shirt open! And apparently not satisfied with just groping you, he's fastened his mouth around the tip of one of your large boobs and is suckling at it as he kneads the large orb with both hands. You immediately try to punch him towards the horizon... and are shocked as your arm barely twitches.\n\nApparently noticing your slight movements, Happosai lifts his head, leaving your nipple and a goodly portion of the pale flesh surrounding it glistening wetly. "Well well! Look who's awake! Looks like you tried to help yourself to my lunch, eh?" Smirking from where he stands on your belly, Happosai produces one of the chicken skewers and tears a chunk off, noisily chewing and smacking his lips before swallowing. "Too bad for you, Ranma, I was out here working on my poison immunities! Can't be too careful when your students are so eager to tie you up and toss you in a cave somewhere."\n\n"Poison?!" you yelp.\n\n"Oh, no worries, just a common sleeping agent and paralytic. But judging from how much you ate, I doubt you'll be able to lift a finger for a good six hours yet." Happosai tosses the wooden stick from the skewer into the fire, then leers as he starts kneading at your large tits with both his tiny, gnarled hands. Despite their small size, he seems to be able to cover a lot of ground with them. Since you're unable to do anything but lay there and let him, for once you have to allow him to get away with his attentions... and find yourself biting your lip and suppressing a moan.\n\n"S-sto-" you try to say, but cut yourself off as your voice starts to give away your arousal... especially when he starts sucking hard on one of your breasts again. Your breathing quickens as he toys with your stiff nipples and works the yielding flesh around, and suckles enough to pull half your tit into his small mouth. Then he releases you again and, smirking, undoes his pants. You can't help but yelp in surprise as a massive, thick length of cock flops out and lands between your tits... you've got big ones, you know, but next to that thing they don't look so big! "What the hell?! It's almost longer than you are!"\n\n"Hoho, noticed, did you?" Happosai chortles, as if you could miss it. "This is an advanced ki technique... one I might have taught you, if you weren't so disobedient!" He presses your boobs together around his immense shaft, and indeed you can feel a strange, and undeniably pleasurable, tingle from it suffusing your sensitive breasts. "I've been training it for the day I'd start teaching all you willful girls a lesson! And it looks like today is that day!"\n\nYou start to yell out an insult, but then he starts thrusting, and you're again forced to bite back a moan. His huge, ki-infused prick pokes out from between your tits, sending wobbles and impact tremors through them. He continues squeezing them and sucking at them, pretty much hugging them up against his body as he fucks between them, lavishly molesting your chest with his entire body. Your face flushes and your head falls weakly back to the ground, wanting to deny how good it feels to be titfucked by the shrunken old pervert, but unable to deny the pleasure radiating out from your tits, or the heat and wetness you feel between your legs.\n\nHapposai seems inclined to take his time, too. Every so often, he'll stop thrusting and let your tits part a little, so he can slap his meaty pole against them. Even the slaps feel good, the sexualized ki infusing his cock passing into your nerves and making you gasp. Then he'll hug them together and start thrusting again, his engorged balls rubbing along your chest almost ticklishly. When he bites down on one of your nipples, it's all you can do not to scream as you have your first orgasm as a girl... a shameful, unwilling boobgasm.\n\nShortly after, Happosai grunts and starts cumming, though he never ceases his frantic thrusts. Gushes of thick white cum splatter all over your face, smear on your chest, rub into the skin of your tits. It tingles just like his cock wherever it hits your skin, and even smells stronger and better than you would have thought... almost intoxicating, the scent filling up your nose and making you lightheaded. You almost don't notice as Happosai pulls away from your tits and moves down, shucking your pants down your legs and tossing them in the fire as well.\n\nYou focus, however, and manage to lift your head again, staring down past your cum-smeared tits, as you feel something pressing against your pussy. Your eyes widen as Happosai smacks his, if anything, even bigger and harder cock against the front of your smooth crotch, the tiny old man leering at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Beg him not to fuck you.|FRanX2x4]]\n\n[[Beg him to fuck you.|FRanX27x1]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hm... flying or trying to go through floors seems a little much, you're not sure you want to take the time to figure stuff like that out, so you settle for going up the old-fashioned way, drifting up the stairs and then back down the hallway, until you get back to the room where you can see the outlines. Shutting off your 'ghost sight', you push through the door, already starting to feel excited at what you might see. \n\nThe interior is a bit larger than you and Julian's room, and admittedly a bit tidier, decorated in a slightly more mature fashion like you might expect of a refined adult's apartment. The beds are in the same place, against opposite walls, though you notice that one is scrupulously made to code in a way that subtly screams 'I haven't been more than sat on in days'. The other definitely looks more 'lived-on', and is currently occupied by one of the room's owners. "Annaaaa! When are you going to be done?"\n\n'Wonder if being a catgirl is easier or harder than being a catboy?' you muse idly as you look at Michelle where she's squirming a bit on the bed, sitting flat with her knees spread, white-tipped black tail lashing behind her in either agitation or excitement. You also wonder if being a sixteen-year-old with boobs bigger than most adult women makes the above better or worse, you think as she leans forward onto her hands, her arms pressing her DDs together beneath the midriff-baring long-sleeved top she's wearing. Either way she's got a unique appearance to go with her unique species, and you doubt whatever charm she uses out in public covers up all of it... her hair is split not quite down the middle between white and black, with the white covering slightly more area, the feline ears poking up from atop her head matching the hair color on that side, her hair wound into a pair of thick braids (one white, one black). As if to make her look even more like one of those 'split down the middle' cats, she has heterochromia, the one on the white-hair side a pale, pretty blue and the one on the black-hair side a rather cattish yellow, both behind a pair of round-lensed "frameless" glasses. Besides the shirt and what you're guessing is a bra beneath it from the visible straps, the only things she's wearing are a black choker around her neck and a pair of bikini-cut black panties.\n\n<img src="images/Michelle.png">\n\nThe room's other occupant is sitting at a desk nearby, typing at a laptop, though as you tear your eyes away from the very pretty sight of the half-naked Michelle she stands up and pulls off the long, black t-shirt she's wearing and tosses it aside, revealing a fairly plain black bra and panties over her tall, slender frame. Her short hair is the color of steel, long bangs falling over eyes that are just as yellow as Michelle's right one, though there's no hint she isn't pure human. (You wonder if all weird eye and hair colors in mage families indicate familiar ancestry though? Eh, less important than watching girls in their underwear, focus!) Even as she turns her head, her expression is somehow both warm and cool, composed and yet speaking of plans that promise a very hot night.\n\n<img src="images/Anna.jpg">\n\n"Dinna fash, luv, I'm done now aren't I?" the short-haired girl says in a thick Scottish accent, lips curling up a little as she strolls the short distance over to the bed. "Wanted tae get ma work done soonest, else I'd not have all my time to devote to you, now would I?"\n\n"Mmm, a whole <i>week</i> practically alone together," Michelle almost literally purrs, sliding her arms over Anna's shoulders as the other girl leans down. "It's like a little preview of life after graduation, hm?"\n\nAnd then the two of them kiss in a way that removes any and all possible potential ways to interpret them as just 'really close friends', lips melding together and bodies leaning close. 'Well there's that rumor confirmed,' you think smugly as Anna's hands stroke gently up and down Michelle's back, before she leans forward and the both of them wind up laying on the bed. Fairly soon Michelle's shirt and bra are both pushed up, baring her large breasts, Anna's hands roaming over them lovingly and with obvious familiarity, fingers moving with practiced purpose as they urge soft, mewling moans out of Michelle's mouth and into her own. 'Oh no, Eric, they're just really good friends, don't sexualize everything!' you add in a sarcastic mental voice version of Julian's tone and accent, idly stroking your translucent but very stiff cock with one hand as you watch Anna break the kiss to lower her head and slide her lips over one of Anna's puffy nipples... ha, one's even a different shade of pink than the other, that's kind of wild~!\n\n"Ah... ah... Anna," Michelle moans softly as the short-haired girl moves back and forth between her breasts, kissing and licking at her areola and giving gentle bites on the stiff nubs. "Mm... Anna... p-put it on, please?"\n\nAnna gives a soft snort against Michelle's breast, before sitting up and taking a moment to shed her bra and panties. "Aye, aye," she says in an exaggerated put-upon tone, leaning over to the bedside table and sliding open the drawer to reveal... a strapon. Snagging it by a leather band, she lifts it out and stands. "Y'love me wearing this thing so much, a lass might begin to suspect ye in truth like the lads."\n\n"No!" Michelle blurts, then blushes some, taking off her glasses and setting them on the end of the bed frame. She squirms as she watches Anna pulling the toy on, murmuring, "I only like girls, honest. I just... think you look really good in it, is all."\n\n"Oh, right dashing am I?" Anna teases, grinning and doing the 'Superman pose' with her fists on her hips and feet planted apart, Michelle giving a snort and a slightly aggravated giggle.\n\n"Yes, you are! Now get these panties off of me, hm?" Michelle urges, lifting her hips to raise her ass off the bed, tail freed to flit back and forth below the arch of her legs.\n\nOh wow, you think as you watch Anna doing just that, clambering back onto the bed and peeling those snug black panties off of her roommate/girlfriend. This is definitely going fun places... hm, is there any way to make this better?\n\n<hr>\n[[Possess Anna!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Possess Michelle!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Possess... the strapon!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Get some video evidence!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Just enjoy the show!|RunFF]]

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, sure, let's give it a go," you reply with a grin. Not like you're gonna have problems with addiction or side effects, this is a virtual world, after all.\n\n"Excellent," she chirps, slipping a small, flat key from the front of her bra and turning to lean over to the bedside table. Slipping the key into a practically invisible hole on the side of it, she slips something out of a small hidden drawer... a pressure syringe, looks like. She turns back and holds out a hand, adding cheerfully, "Arm, please."\n\nYou lean forward a bit, willingly proffering your arm and watching as she presses the syringe against it. Almost immediately, you do feel the wave of pleasure sweep over your body, heightening the wicked thrill of your bare skin and hard cock. However, as you start pulling off your shirt, you also feel a wave of dizziness sweep over you. Blinking, you wobble in place, your vision of the pretty, smiling girl kneeling in front of you swimming slightly a few times. You finish shrugging off the shirt mostly out of sluggish reflex, but find yourself toppling backwards to sprawl back on the bed almost limply as you do.\n\n"My my, you must be quite stupid," the counter girl giggles as you watch her a bit distantly while she rises to her stockinged feet. She reaches down to briefly press her fingers to your wrist, adding, "Taking an injection from me right after I explained what we were doing to your girlfriends."\n\n"Wha... buh..." You try to protest as she slips her hands under you, shifting you around a bit, but you can't quite focus on the words enough to make them coalesce.\n\n"It's not as if we only have girl slaves here, and you're cute enough. Besides, someone as lacking as brains and reason as you," she continues with a bit of a grunt as she finally rolls you over onto your stomach, making you flop out limply again, your lower body hanging over the side of the bed, cock throbbing intensely with the low-level pleasure still singing through your veins. "Is really only fit to be a fucktoy, don't you think?"\n\nYou're vaguely aware of the sound of the door opening and closing, then twitch as a pair of very large hands grip your hips. As a very large, very thick cock starts pushing into your ass, your body jerks forward helplessly against the bed, your head swimming and mind unable to even form a coherent protest as inch after inch after inch of a strange man's prick slides inside you. Every motion of his cock just keeps sending more waves of pleasure crashing over your fogged mind, and you're caught somewhere between desperately trying to resist and pull yourself together and just drifting on the pleasure of it. Your trainer begins pounding into you soon enough, rough and hard and fast, obviously not really caring a bit for your own pleasure and leaving that all to the drugs. Your eyes roll in your head, your teeth clenching as drool begins to run down your chin, your body bouncing against the bed as you're fucked, your cock already starting to spurt helpless streams of cum against the side of the sheets.\n\nLooks like even in the simulation, taking mind-altering chemicals from strangers can have consequences.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|RanPP10xEnd]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You almost blurt out 'OF COURSE!' but manage to hold yourself back just in time. You don't want it to seem like you just want it for the cool superpowers... though you've gotta admit, cool superpowers are cool. "I mean, yeah, I'll totally do that," you agree once you've calmed yourself down a little. "If it's the 'family business' and all, and, y'know... helping people is important."\n\n"Excellent! Now, while obviously we don't look down on people without powers, superpowers do <i>help</i> in being a superhero," Sir Rupert continues, removing the pipe from his mouth and gesturing a bit. "If you like, I could build you an Imaginarium Dispenser like mine... oh, far less invasive, of course," he adds, probably noticing your slight wince. "A few subdermal implants in a forearm to allow connection of an external device. Alternatively, your new mother could coach you in her unique brand of magic, effectively making you her pupil." You notice that Hazel certainly perks up at that, eyes sparkling. Looks like she wouldn't mind that at all. "As another option, we've thoroughly examined and documented Elaine's mutation and how it arose from her genes... a minor bit of gene therapy would allow us to activate those genes as well," Sir Rupert continues, Elaine raising both eyebrows in an expression you're not sure whether is interest or mild annoyance.\n\n"So I'd have powers like one of you guys?"\n\n"And obviously that 'guy' would train you in its use," Sir Rupert answers with a light chuckle. "Although there is another option, one I'd like you to consider."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"A minor treatment that would temporarily heighten your ability to learn and creative thinking skills. Not beyond the human range... in fact, it would only bring out what you yourself are ultimately capable of, merely shaving years off the time that it would require you to hone and develop such skills. You would likely become an extremely competent mechanical engineering genius in a matter of weeks, and retain that knowledge once the treatment wore off. Obviously, there is a slight... risk. Not to your safety, but..."\n\nSir Rupert trails off, and you nod slowly. The risk isn't that you might die or something... the risk is, what if you're an idiot, and your maximum potential ends at 'redneck engineering' or something? It's a lot to think over, so you consider carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get an Imaginarium Dispenser.|RunFF7x3]]\n\n[[Become Hazel's apprentice.|RunFF10x1]]\n\n[[Share Elaine's mutation.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Try the experimental treatment.|RunFF]]

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

You sigh and toss the ads onto the table, getting up and heading for the door. You're not messing about with any of that crap... you'll just have to hustle the money some other way. Either that or find another option for crashing. \n\n"Aw yeah man that sucks shit," your friend Dex says a bit later as the two of you sit on the wide stone railing of an older building's front steps. Dex is another runaway you met in the course of doing your various odd jobs. He's about your own age, with longish dark hair and dark tan skin, similarly dressed in battered jeans and a hoodie, probably similarly bought from the secondhand store or yoinked out of a lost and found (or unattended basket at the laundromat). "I mean I guess I get where he's coming from an' shit but telling you to go out and get a job?"\n\n"Yeah and handing me some weird newspaper ads just seemed kinda fucked up too," you say, wrinkling your nose. "I mean he's great and all letting me stay there but I dunno man, if I can't make the money on my usual hustles maybe I just oughtta get out of his hair. ... Y'know, metaphorically," you add with a murmur, running your fingers through your own hair.\n\n"I mean you could always crash at the place I do. I mean it ain't no apartment where you'd have fancy shit like a bed frame and air conditioning," he says, waggling his hands around and smirking in a way that says he's being deliberately silly... but also probably accurate. "But no one's gonna bug you about rent or getting a job or anything. I mean yeah it's expected you pitch in and shit but it's like, just bring home a box of instant ramen or something sometime."\n\nYou nod, thinking that over. Yeah, that does sound like it has potential. Your various odd jobs do bring in a <i>little</i> money so if it was something like that you could handle it easy, as opposed to full-blown <i>rent money</i>.\n\nAs you're considering it, Dex says, "I mean though if you do want something more upscale, I hear there's this chick called the 'Matchmaker' that you can go to and she'll set you up with, like, a sugar momma," Dex says with a snicker... then smirks and adds, "Or a sugar daddy."\n\n"Dude," you say, wrinkling your nose and giving him a thump on the arm.\n\n"Haha, just sayin' man! Supposedly she has some sweet-ass hookups!"\n\n"So why ain't you done it?" you ask, poking your tongue out at him briefly.\n\n"Hey, I like my independence! Even if it was a really hot rich MILF that wanted to take me in as her love slave, you expect me to give up all this?" Dex says wryly, gesturing around you at the dirty street as a truck goes rumbling by. \n\n"Ah-huh."\n\n"Hey, seriously, the whole point of ditching all the other shit is being my own man, yanno? Anyway, I mean, seems like your only other option is ta help yourself to some valuables, I guess."\n\n"What, like rob apartments or something?" you ask, vaguely offended and yet also vaguely intrigued.\n\n"I mean yeah guy you basically just go in while they ain't there and grab a few things, ain't like you gotta clean the whole apartment out and take the ice trays. Or you can just lift stuff from stores... usually places like secondhand stores and pawn shops, they ain't got any tracking tags or shit like that."\n\nWell. That's something to think about. You do kind of like Sean's place after all, and you really doubt he'd ask (or care) where you actually got the money to pay into the rent. Similarly you kind of like the idea of crashing with a bunch of other guys your age with no real obligation or ties. \n\nPart of you is also, admittedly, interested in the idea of somewhat more luxurious surroundings as a kept boy, even if you are leery of who might wind up keeping you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash with Dex.|CC8x2]]\n\n[[See the 'Matchmaker'.|CC9x1]]\n\n[[Steal stuff.|CC]]

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

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

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

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

"You know what," you say slowly, as if it were just something you were putting out there for consideration. Which, you know, you kind of are. "Maybe we could fool around a little."\n\n"Huh? Like, with each other?" Ranma blinks, then makes a face. "Uh, I'm not into guys, man, you know that. I mean, you're a great buddy, don't get me wrong, but you're not <i>that</i> great."\n\n"No, think about it. We can both turn into girls, right?"\n\n"Well... that's true..." he agrees hesitantly, eyeing you with blatant uncertainty.\n\n"I mean, it'd basically just be us helping each other relieve some pressure, and as long as at least one of us is a girl, it's not like it's gay," you continue on, trying to urge him around to your point of view.\n\n"I guess." He rubs his chin, frowning, obviously not quite buying it. "But we're still guys inside."\n\nYou think for a moment, then try your trump card: internet humor. "It's not gay unless balls touch, y'know."\n\nHe immediately brightens at that. "Oh, yeah, that's right!" You kind of have to figure that the programmer was in on that joke, for him to respond so well to that. Then he looks a bit suspicious again. "But who's gonna be the girl...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Him.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[You.|RanPP2x2]]\n\n[[Both.|RanPPplaceholder]]

Shampoo subtly relaxes a bit as you reaffirm what's very clearly a polite fiction at this point, unhesitatingly wrapping a hand around your cock and starting to stroke lightly, her other hand wandering up and down your lower back, occasionally slipping down to your own ass to give one of your buttocks a squeeze. You in turn let your hands wander freely over her body, stroking her hips, squeezing her ass, slipping one between her legs to feel her hot, slick pussylips drip onto your fingers. And, of course, hefting those massive tits in your hands.\n\n"You have the absolute most amazing boobs," you inform her solemnly.\n\nShampoo giggles at that. "Oh Shampoo know it," she replies in a smug tone. "Most amazing of all girls yes?"\n\n"Absolutely," you assure her, not that you've had time (yet) to take a sampling. But they genuinely are perfect, huge and heavy yet with plenty of lift all on their own, succumbing easily to your squeezes and yet immediately bouncing back fully. The thought of having them wrapped around you at some point in the next few hours is enough to make your cock throb, and Shampoo gives a surprised but pleased little noise at the motion against her fingers and the trickle of pre down over her knuckles.\n\n"Someone getting very excited," she coos teasingly. "Maybe we move to bed, hm?"\n\nThe two of you make your way over to the bed, still squeezing and fondling each other, until Shampoo gives you a playful shove onto your back. She makes a pleased noise at the way your cock sways in the air, but quickly clambers up and them moves to straddle your head, and you're certainly not complaining about being surrounded by those thick thighs and with that smooth, dripping pussy hovering right over your face.\n\nOf course a moment later she leans forward to apply her own mouth to your cock, her lips running along it before she begins to suck and lick at the sides, one of her hands stroking along half the length. You might be tempted to ask if this is the first practice she's had, considering how she seems to know just what she's doing, but perhaps fortunately that very pretty pussy lowers to press against your mouth just then and you have better things to use your tongue for.\n\nThe two of you spend a good long while in the sixty-nine, "practicing" (you notice Shampoo never bothered to ask you who <i>you</i> might be practicing for). You let your tongue wash over her folds, sucking at the puffy, slippery outer lips and teasing her clit with both tongue and (gently) with teeth, your hands mostly kneading her ass. Your attentions have the added benefit, besides the obvious enjoyment of pleasuring your partner, of making her moan against your prick and writhe atop you, gently grinding those huge tits against your stomach. For her part she certainly seems to be enjoying herself too, fondling your balls and stroking your cock amidst applying her mouth to them, occasionally slipping your cock into her mouth fully and bobbing her head over it, her pleased moans reverberating directly through your throbbing prick.\n\nYou make her cum several times, which she's certainly not shy about letting you know, with her delighted squeals and bucking her hips, her pussy gushing all over your lower face. You find you can hold back, though... probably the insane stats of your debug character, allowing you to just savor the pleasure of Shampoo's oral attentions. Eventually she straightens up and swings off of you, crawling a bit further onto the bed on all fours. But when she turns it's not to present her rear to you like the bitch in heat she clearly is just now, but instead faces you, smirking even as she opens her mouth wide and juts her tongue out.\n\n'Well it is supposed to be practice,' you think with a smirk as you get to your knees and move towards her, using one hand to grip your cock and lightly slap the head against her tongue a few times. And surely if she can learn to deepthroat your monster of a prick without a problem, Ranma's much less impressive one would be a breeze. You guide yourself between her lips, pushing deeper into her mouth, until you feel your tip nudge up against her throat. Shampoo gives a little reflexive 'glk', then makes some encouraging noises to urge you to keep going.\n\nYou start working your hips lightly, and Shampoo rocks her body forward similarly, the two of you gradually working her tight inner passage open around your prick. Her throat starts to bulge outward with your girth, showing your progress into it, sliding deeper and deeper down until her whole throat shows the passage of your prick. You give your hips a wiggle and one more last push, and Shampoo's pretty, pink-painted lips wind up pressed around the root of your prick, your balls against her chin, as she looks up at you with a lustful, almost worshipful look.\n\nDriven by that, you grab hold of her hairbuns like handles and start fucking her face fast and rough, enough for your balls to slap against her chin. Shampoo certainly doesn't seem to mind, in fact she's quite literally got little glowing pink hearts for pupils as she makes loud "Glk-glk-glk-glk!" noises, churned-up spittle running down the sides of her chin and smearing across your balls. She wiggles her ass shamelessly, which sparks you to lean forward a bit and give it a good hard smack, at which she gulps around you like she's trying to swallow your entire body whole starting with your dick.\n\nYou give her a good, long face-fucking too, occasionally spanking her ass again when she seems to be particularly asking for it with how she shimmies and bucks her hips. At one point you pull out, flopping your spit-shined prick across her flushed and sweaty face, and she looks up at you, panting and gasping, and just says in a husky voice, "More." You obligingly slide your cock back into her mouth and down her throat, and she resumes moaning and quagging around it. You have to wonder how much of this is the influence of the tattoo, which is after all supposed to make anything you do with/to her feel good, and how much of it is just being a barely-suppressed slut. 'Probably a bit of both,' you think smugly as her hips buck and her pussy squirts a splash of girlcum onto the sheets just from getting throat-pumped.\n\nYou do pull out after that, though, and smirk down at her while making a little 'turn about' spin with your finger. Shampoo continues looking up at you, still panting and gasping, and looks for a moment like she might beg for more throat-fucking. But then she obeys like a good girl, turning around on hands and knees, hefty tits swaying underneath her as she does properly turn and present to you, showing off her absolutely sodden and desperate pussy. She lets out a husky moan as you push into it without waiting, her hot little hole already trembling and squeezing around you.\n\nYou take a firm hold of her slender waist and then start pounding her good and hard, much harder than before since this end has the lovely, jiggly shock absorber of her round, bouncy ass for your hips to slam into. Shampoo's eyes roll and her tongue lolls out, an absolutely shameless smile on her face as she lets out little squeals and "Ah! Ah! Ah!" noises at your thrusts. You lean forward and grab her swaying tits, kneading them roughly, which only encourages her to start fucking herself back against you almost desperately, slamming her hips back towards you. Like that it's not long before even you can't hold out, and you let out a long moan of release as you finally cum inside her, her pussy going crazy around you milking you, Shampoo's whole body trembling in delight at finally getting used as a cumdump.\n\nThe two of you just stay as you are, catching your breath, until finally Shampoo gives you a sort of nudge backwards, urging you to lay back, your still mostly-hard cock sliding out of her and flopping against your belly. She turns and moves to wrap her mouth around it, staring up at your face as she sucks and cleans it, very easily bringing it back to full throbbing life. Then she slides forward and straddles you, easing her already messy, well-fucked pussy down on you, hands settling on your belly as she starts bouncing atop you.\n\nIt's clear that this time she's the one who's taking her time about using you, using your cock like a toy to get herself off, and you can't say as you mind. Not only with that wet, eager pussy once more squeezing around you as she rides, but watching her tits bounce and wobble with her movements. You rest your hands on her wide hips, but otherwise continue to let her set her own pace and use you as she likes, the pretty amazon not stopping even as she cums yet again, dousing your balls.\n\nEventually you speak up, saying, "Hey, turn around so I can watch your butt." Shampoo pauses, and playfully pokes her tongue out at you, but smirks and lifts herself up, not <i>quite</i> rising all the way off your cock before swinging around and facing away. She quickly resumes riding, although now giving you a view just as lush and jiggly as her tits, of her big round ass bouncing against your lap. Honestly the view from the back might be even better than the front... not only that glorious butt of hers bouncing on you, but that long perfect (although now damp and sweaty) hair swaying, and you can see a fair bit of her tits from the sides too.\n\nAfter several minutes Shampoo stops and lifts herself up, ass rising high in the air as your cock slips out of her. She reaches between her legs to grip it and, completely unprompted, angles it backwards, settles herself down, and slides her asshole down onto it instead. You let out a loud moan of surprise and pleasure, squeezing her hips as she pushes and wriggles herself down onto you.\n\n"Suuuuch good practice," Shampoo moans, for that nice little extra reminder that you're fucking your cousin's wife. (At least, from her perspective.) Said wife is soon bouncing her asshole just as energetically on your cock as she had been her pussy, her sopping cunt slapping against your balls at the same time as her full butt thumps against your hips now. Stirred by such shamelessness, you grin and deliver a good hard smack to one of her buttocks again, Shampoo yipping gamely, but more importantly her asshole squeezing firmly around you. You continue delivering the occasional smack to her rear as she rides you, Shampoo's yips turning into louder moans as she starts working her hips ever more eagerly, both pounding her ass on you and begging for more spankings.\n\nFinally she slams down and grinds on you, shrieking in pleasure as she has what's obviously her most intense orgasm yet. You grab her waist and yank her down as hard as you can, moaning as you empty yourself inside her again, this time painting the interior of her hot little hole with your cum. She continues to buck and writhe on top of you for long moments, your cock still twitching and finding a bit more cum to give her. Until finally she lifts up and then flops down beside you, panting and out of breath.\n\nYou just lay there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow both of the physical fun, and knowing that by now Shampoo's probably way too hooked on you to ever give you up... even if she wound up feeling guilty later, you could probably have her back here at a whim. Mm... yeah, this is gonna be fun.\n\n<hr>\n[[Rest, then check out the hotel's offerings.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Catch some sleep, then head out.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Leave.|RanTat]]

Oh yeaaah, you remember her! The purple-haired Chinese cutie! Probably the sexiest of all the girls, really. Yeah you definitely need to go check her out.\n\nYou follow the directions of the menu out of the dojo and out of the residential area towards a nearby retail one. Idly along the way, you notice that Ukyo's dot is pretty close to Shampoo's... in fact, as you draw close enough to see the sign above the Nekohanten, the noodle shop Shampoo runs with her great-grandmother and her abuse slave, it looks like Ucchan's Okonomiyaki is right next door. Huh, wonder if it was like that originally or if whoever made this game just did that for convenience? Either way, it does open up some interesting further possibilities.\n\nYou head inside the Nekohanten, and see Shampoo pretty much immediately. She'd be hard to miss, anyway, with that bright purple-blue hair falling down her back as well as gathered into a pair of little buns at the sides of her head, and falling in two drifts over her chest. And geez, what a chest... you do recall her being one of the bigger girls in the show, but this game definitely ran with it, they're as big as her head! And clung to by a thin pink silk qipao that doesn't hide the bumps of her nipples and just barely comes to the bottoms of her hips. She seems to be in the process of carrying a pair of (rather suggestive) steamed buns over to a carryout container, and glances over when you come in. At first sight she smiles brightly and strikes a pose, putting the back of her hand to her hip (albeit rather far back) and lifting one leg to show off her thick thigh and the shortness of her dress to best effect. The bright smile briefly turns into a pout, and you realize she must have briefly mistaken you for Ranma (you <i>are</i> supposed to be related to him in this, after all), before it turns back into a pleasant enough grin.\n\n<img src="images/Shampoo.png">\n\n"Nihao, husband's cousin!" she chirps, settling from her showy pose as you walk over. "You come for lunch today? Shampoo give you a good one!" she adds, with the unspoken but heavily hinted 'And you better tell Ranma how good I was to you'.\n\n"Weren't you just about to do a delivery?" you ask casually, walking over to her.\n\n"Eh, they get it eventually," she replies philosophically, giving the bun-steamer a casual little flicking toss into the carryout case, which rocks it backward lightly and then forward, slamming the sliding door closed. "What can Shampoo get you?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Hey, let's fuck."|RanTat6x2]]\n\n[["I'm claiming you. My wife now."|RanTat]]\n\n[[Just whip out your dick.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Just rape her.|RanTat]]

"Love hotel?" Shampoo echoes, wrinkling her nose a bit, though she does also give her ass another wiggle back against your hands and your cock another squeeze. "Why go place like that? Shampoo have perfectly good room upstairs!"\n\n"Yeah but if we stay here, the chances of being interrupted are a fair bit higher, huh?" you point out.\n\nShampoo wrinkles her nose again... then pokes her tongue out a bit in distaste at the thought of being interrupted mid-coitus by Mousse. Or her grandmother. Whatever scenario she's picturing, it obviously isn't one that lends itself to a good time, since she (obviously reluctantly) releases your hardon and steps back, nodding. "Fiiine, we go then. But you paying!"\n\nYou still have enough access to the basic debug menu that that shouldn't be a problem. You grin and nod, and without another word the two of you set off, walking down the street (well, you walk a little awkwardly until you've managed to bring the beast under control). You don't really know where a love hotel <i>is</i>, but a quick check of the menu both assures you that there are some around and gives you a guide point to one.\n\nNoticing that the street is fairly empty right now, you slide a hand up the back of Shampoo's qipao, lifting it above the curve of her ass (not that it has far to go). You're a little surprised to discover she is actually wearing panties, a little neon purple pair, but they certainly don't get in the way of you squeezing the full round buttcheek you grip in one hand. Shampoo makes little noises that say she's enjoying the attention if a little annoyed by your overeagerness (but she also doesn't stop you).\n\nIn fact, when the two of you come to a stop at a light, you lift the qipao a bit further to bare her waist, and quickly hook your thumbs into the waistband of the panties, stretching them and sliding them down her wide hips and along her luscious legs, nopanning her right there in broad daylight. Shampoo blushes a little at this... but also just smirks tolerantly at you, lifting her slippered feet and stepping out of them, giving you a smug 'Boys are so silly' look and nonchalantly tugging her dress back down over her now bare pussy and ass.\n\nThere's a minor crowd out on the streets by the time you get to the much more downtown area where the indicator is leading you, though Shampoo doesn't seem particularly embarrassed to be going around commando amongst them. (Hm, from what you remember of the series, she might not be bothered walking around fully naked. ... Interesting thought. Ahem.) But the love hotel itself is unmanned, using just a kiosk outside to claim a room. You pick one of the high-end ones, since why not, and use a cellphone spawned by the debug menu to pay, which works without a problem.\n\nOnce the two of you step into the elevator and the doors are sliding closed, you go ahead and hike up Shampoo's qipao around her waist again, this time stroking her bare ass directly. Shampoo gives you a rather more heated... in a good way... version of that tolerant look from before, but also doesn't make any attempt to pull the dress back down as the door slides open and she trots down the hall, pussy out, to the door of the room you rented.\n\nIt's a fairly large, spacious one, since you basically rented the best room in the joint. There's a little room directly to the right of the entrance that's set up like a small massage parlor complete with massage table (with the standard hole for your face and a somewhat smaller one further down), a bathroom to the left featuring a whirlpool tub, large shower with bench seat, and an area that to judge by the wall-mounted showerheads, folded rubber mat, and bottles is for lotion play. The main room has not only a particularly large bed and a big-screen TV on the wall facing it, but an actual table and chairs, easy chair, and a line of various types of vending machines along one wall. The predominant colors are black and red, though there are accents of purple and blue here and there that you imagine your companion might approve of.\n\nShampoo does indeed look pleased, if not necessarily impressed... you suppose a tribal girl from the backcountry of China can only go so far at being wowed by the wonders of civilization before it loops back around to being everyday again. In fact she calmly undoes the clasps of her qipao and lets it drop, and with just that and a slight flick of her feet to step out of her slippers she's naked. "Since it here, Shampoo going to wash up first," she chirps, trotting to the bathroom with a step clearly intended to mazimize the jiggling of her bare tits and ass. She pauses at the bathroom door, giving you a sultry look... then smirking and sliding the smoked-glass door closed behind her. Apparently her revenge for making her wait by dragging her here, and then all the squeezing and teasing on the way, is to make <i>you</i> wait a bit now.\n\nYou're pretty sure you'll live though, you think with a grin as you head into the bed area and strip off your own clothes. You flop onto your back on the bed, your cock already stiff again and wobbling up in the air above you in all its hentai-proportioned glory. Part of your brain goes 'ewwww, do you know how many people have probably fucked in this bed?', but that just turns the rest of your brain on in the state it's currently in. Something about lying in a bed whose entire purpose its whole existence has been purely for people to fuck on is really doing it for you right now, and you stroke yourself lightly at the thought as you listen to Shampoo humming, from the sound of it while she gives herself a quick shower with one of the wall units.\n\nEventually you hear the bathroom door give its quiet rumbling slide again, and Shampoo pads out into the room boinfully again, though this time with her skin damp and faintly glowing with warmth. She stops and makes a little sound of mingled dismay and feral desire at the sight of you, and you can't help but smirk a bit yourself as you get up and move over to her, swaying with your own motions. People do tend to wind up naked and/or in each other's bathtubs around here a lot, so she's surely well aware of Ranma's endowments, and apparently you put Ranma's to shame... a fact that she knows she's about to be enjoying shortly, but probably somewhat dismaying in that she knows she <i>shouldn't</i> be enjoying it more than her husband's.\n\nPerhaps that's why she says, as you lay your hands on her waist and stroke up and down your hips gently, "We will do lots of practice, for the sake of Shampoo's airen," in a very reasonable voice.\n\n<hr>\n[["Yup, good practice!"|RanTat6x4]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|RanTat]]

Shampoo blinks several times, actually tilting her head a little in confusion as if not certain she heard you right. "... Eh?" Then she gives a little squeak as you slip around her and reach around to heft those huge tits of hers, gently kneading them a bit.\n\n"C'mon, you and me, let's fool around," you suggest, keeping your voice casual.\n\nNotably, she doesn't pull free and brain you with the nearest several-hundred-pound object taken from the environment or nowhere at all. Instead she just sort of squirms around a bit, her face going rather red. "Husband's cousin should be ashamed of himself," she tries in a slightly huffy tone. "Husband's cousin should know his cousin is Shampoo's husband!" she adds... even though she's grinding her ass back against your crotch a bit as she says it.\n\nYou take a moment, both to think through the pleasure of her very full, round butt rubbing against you and her particular phrasing. Meanwhile you can hear Shampoo gasping in obvious delight at the feel of how big you are as you start getting hard against her, the motions of her hips taking on a slightly more deliberate tone even as she struggles to keep an expression of disapproval on her face.\n\n"Well I won't tell him," you assure her, at which you can already see her resolve crumbling, her teeth worrying her lower lip a little and a shiver running through her as you tease the tips of her nipples through her top. In sudden inspiration, you add, "Besides, you should have some practice to please Ranma, right?"\n\nThat does it. Instantly her face lights up with a radiant glow, and she turns around in your grip, pressing those fat tits up against your chest instead as she moves a hand down to wrap around your shaft through the silk of your pants, stroking along it. "Why you not say so?! Aiya, that brilliant idea!" she exclaims as you let out a moan, then gives her own very cute little coo as you drop your hands to grab her ass instead, squeezing it and lifting her against you a bit. "You want go upstairs now? Or we do it right here?" she adds, apparently sufficiently keyed up at the idea that little things like 'public place' don't really figure in.\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah let's go upstairs."|RanTat]]\n\n[["Right here is fine, I guess."|RanTat]]\n\n[["Let's go to a love hotel."|RanTat6x3]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They did, after all, start the whole "trying to kill you" thing, though. Kind of makes sense to respond in kind, doesn't it?\n\nThis time when the female bandit comes in at you, you knock her attack upward and then swing down hard, slicing across her torso and dropping her, trying not to get distracted (or maybe a little queasy) at the feeling of your sword cutting through flesh and clinking off of a few bones. You spin around to face the male bandit, who gave a shout of outrage and came in swinging wild, thrusting forward and piercing his chest while he's drawing back for a wild haymaker with his own weapon. He, too, drops rather quickly, and you're left standing there, your brain trying to catch up to everything that just happened.\n\n'Them or you,' comes that easy, rational thought in your head. Which seems fairly accurate. Remembering a few books you've read, you take the time to clean the blood off your sword before sheathing it, which gives you an odd grateful feeling that lasts until you've lifted your hand away. \n\nAlright, so... clearly you've been plunged into some sort of fantasy world. A glance down at yourself again shows that you're probably in a bit of a different body, and definitely equipped with a lot of different gear. Since there are bandits roaming around, you've got to assume your basic 'open world RPG' rules: no laws outside of cities, kill or be killed, and... oh, right, to the winner go the spoils. If you're going to survive here you probably need to loot... well, your kills.\n\nAt a glance it looks like the pair don't exactly have a whole lot. They were probably a bit desperate to be attacking someone who was obviously quite a bit better-armed than they were, which makes you feel a little bad again, before reminding yourself of the whole 'they were trying to kill you' thing. You do find a pouch on the man's belt and open it up, pulling out a few coins that if you were to guess by their size, color, and dinginess can't be worth much, a smaller pouch that contains a bunch of dried, bitter-smelling black twigs, and a rolled-up piece of paper. Unrolling it shows that it's a map... a professionally-done one to judge by the quality of the illustrations, though someone's made childish doodles on it, apparently to denote... treasure, maybe? There's a cave off to the right of the map that has what you think are stacks of coins drawn on it, then a stick figure with what you think might be a dog's head barking. Off to the left is an icon that fairly clearly indicates a set of ruins, with doodles nearby showing... you think it's a breastplate and a sword? And more stick figures, these with beefy heads and different types of sharp teeth. And up close to the top of the map is another cave, with what you're guessing is just a huge pile of treasure with a sword sticking out of it, and... yeah that has to be a dragon.\n\nOkay, so... if you're parsing this right, then the cave to the... east? Yeah, east, there's a compass at the bottom... is full of cash, but the monsters there are some sort of dog men? Or something. Off in the ruins you've got weapons and armor (maybe even magical ones?) and monstrous humanoids, then up north there's a dragon and its hoard, which probably contains plenty of both of the other things.\n\n... Well, you're going to need some way to make your way in this world, you muse pragmatically. You have no idea of how much money you might have on you, but you doubt it's enough to live on forever without issue, you just don't feel that lucky. So maybe you should give it a shot? You do seem pretty handy in a fight now, you could probably handle a few monsters. ... Maybe not the dragon but there's always stealth there, right? Sneak in, grab some stuff, sneak out, maybe even come back with a full adventuring party later? It's one possibility, or maybe just do a bit more of a standard solo dungeon crawl. You've done those in games, how hard could a real life one be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the money cave.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go to the gear ruins.|EricMF2x2]]\n\n[[Raid the dragon hoard.|EricMF5x1]]\n\n[[Nah, none of that.|EricMF]]

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

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

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

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

"T-I-E-S," Melissa murmurs, her and her twin's faces both getting steadily redder in perfect sync with one another.\n\n"O-F-F," Alissa says a bit louder, biting her lower lip a bit as you stop moving the planchette. "U-um, Melissa, is the spirit serious?"\n\n"Ah... O spirit, is it... is it really necessary for us to take our panties off?" Melissa asks, glancing at the ceiling, then back down at the planchette as you slide it over to 'Yes'. "... Um. Okay then." \n\nShe and Alissa trade glances with each other... then, still blushing brightly, shrug and reach down to start wiggling their panties off, lifting their asses off their heels to slide the cloth down, then shifting around and finally sliding their legs to the sides to get the underwear over their feet. You only catch a few glimpses of them beneath their shirts, especially in the candlelight, but still watching them strip off like that at your command is pretty wild. ... Oh hey look you can get a hardon as a ghost, neat~.\n\nThe two set their panties... Melissa's with a little spiderweb embroidered on the front, Alissa's with a black cat... down on the floor between themselves, then put their attention back on the board, faces solid red. "Alright, spirit, we've obeyed... now what do you need from us?" Melissa inquires, sounding a little more put-out than before, but apparently still willing to go along, Alissa nodding a few times as well.\n\nHm. You have a few ideas of what to have them do next, but it might take forever with the board. ... Ah, you've got a great idea! This will be even more ghosty, and let you give much clearer instructions! You start to move the planchette again.\n\n"P-E-N," Melissa reads off.\n\n"P-A-P-E-R," Alissa picks up after you pause the planchette briefly, then she makes a happy noise. "Pen and paper! It wants to do spirit writing!" She hops to her feet, briefly flashing her bare pussy at you before her shirt drops down over it, and turning to hurry to her desk, bending forward just far enough to reveal the tiniest bit of the underside of her ass. She hurries back over and slaps a ballpoint pen and a pad of paper down on the other side of the board, then settles back down beside her sister excitedly. "Here you go, spirit!"\n\nThis time you do get down on your knees, figuring some fine control might be better... though you do wiggle the pen around shakily in the air as you lift it up, making it seem like you're struggling to lift it, which seems to suitably impress the twins since their eyes widen. You put the tip to the paper and start to write, telling them-\n\n<hr>\n[[To give their panties to Julian and Deacon.|RunFF]]\n\n[[To obey you.|RunFF14x2]]\n\n[[To never wear panties again.|RunFF]]\n\n[[To lay back and spread.|RunFF]]

No, no... this idea is brilliant and you don't want it ruined by some security walker or cleaning person coming along and thinking someone was just pulling a prank. You flit back to you and Julian's room, finding your roommate there alone. He jumps a bit where he's sitting on his bed as you pop back into visibility completely naked, but looks relieved, ears flopping forward a bit as he puts a hand to his chest. "Lord, Eric, there you are, I was starting to worry that... er, what's wrong?" he asks as you hurriedly yank your pants and shirt on from where they'd been set on your bed, ignoring your underwear and shoes.\n\n"No time, explain later!" you blurt as you turn and rush back to the door... smacking your forehead against it, wincing, and then opening and closing it quickly behind you.\n\nThe panties are still there when you get to the statue, but then it's been less than five minutes. Still, you're relieved... you realize now that the twins could have easily decided the whole thing was bunk and come back for their underwear right after you were gone. But no, and now you quickly snag both pairs and stuff them in your pocket, grinning all the way back to your room.\n\n"So what's the deal?" Julian asks, frowning some as you walk back in. "Where'd you even go and why were you in such a bloody hurry just now?"\n\nYou pause, briefly considering telling Julian everything, then deciding that he's too likely to disapprove... waiting until after everything's come together would be better, he'd find it easier to just go along with how things play out then. "Seriously, I'll explain later," you say with what you hope is a winning grin. "I'm having some fun with this and I don't wanna ruin anything by getting ahead of myself. Where's Deacon?"\n\n"He got bored of waiting for you to come back and went back to his room," Julian answers, still giving you a suspicious look. But then he sighs and flings his hands up. "But whatever, just don't get us expelled, okay?"\n\n"I won't, I won't," you snicker, before yawning again and somewhat more sedately changing into your sleeping clothes... slipping the panties out of your pocket and tucking them under your pillow when Julian's not looking.\n\nThe next morning you head to the cafeteria while Julian's still lounging in bed, and what luck... Melissa and Alissa are already sitting there. They look like they probably didn't sleep much, likely from a combination of worry and excitement, and are whispering to each other at length over their barely-touched breakfasts. You get your own breakfast from the line and walk over with your tray, composing your face. "Ah, hey, it's Melissa and Alissa Morgan, right?"\n\n"Yeees?" Melissa says, eyeing you dubiously for a second before nodding. "You're... Eric, yes?"\n\n"Oh! You're the guy with the super cute roommate!" Alissa blurts... before blushing and putting both hands over her mouth, Melissa giving her a 'seriously?' look.\n\nBut Melissa's expression is already turning to one of dawning comprehension and apprehension as you set your tray down and clear your throat. "Ah, it's just... I found something last night, and since you're some of the only girls here, I thought maybe they were-"\n\n"Don't take them out <i>here</i>!" Melissa hisses softly in embarrassment, clapping both hands over yours as a peek of white comes into view... then blushing and pulling her hands back. "... Um... I mean... i-it's a long story."\n\n"Uh, so they are yours?" you ask, trying to look more confused than anything, while internally dying laughing at the fact that Alissa's got her head lowered and her face is so red you're worried she might actually burst into flames.\n\n"... Yes. Look, l-let's just finish our food in silence, then... we'll go somewhere and explain."\n\nAfter you eat, the twins lead you out of the cafeteria and towards the classrooms, jostling doors until they find one that's unlocked. After getting inside and locking the door, Melissa takes a deep breath and says, "Um, s-so, see, last night we were communing with the spirits, and we made contact, and-"\n\n"TOAVERTDOOMWEHAVETODOWHATEVERYOUSAYBECAUSEYOUFOUNDOURPANTIES!" Alissa blurts in one long word... only to jump and give an 'ow!' as Melissa smacks her upside the head.\n\n"W-wait... seriously?" you ask as if utterly shocked, and feeling your own cheeks heat... not that it's difficult to blush in this situation, they are both super cute. "You, uh... you're supposed to do whatever I say?"\n\n"The... the spirit said we had to obey the one who found our panties without question if we wanted to avoid doom to the world," Melissa murmurs, glancing down and twiddling her fingers, wiggling her shoulders back and forth a bit. "It didn't say for how long so I guess... um... w-well, just, we'll obey you, okay?"\n\n"Um, wow," you murmur as if dazed. "Gee, uh, I guess, maybe..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... let's be friends?"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... on your knees?"|RunFF]]

You have a truly devious idea, and with a grin you decide to implement it. You take your time scratching out the letters line by line... you figure that way not only will it look more like slightly spooky ghost writing, it will obscure your own handwriting enough to throw off any comparison. The twins watch intently, though you doubt they can actually read what you're writing as you're writing it due to the angle and poor lighting. But finally you dramatically waggle the pen and then drop it to the side, and Melissa all but pounces on the pad and rips the sheet off, reading aloud... though her expression turns more to shock as she reads.\n\n"'You must immediately take your panties to the statue of the saint in the entry hall,'" she says, face going red again as she continues, "'You must obey the one who finds them without question and do their bidding. Only by doing this will great doom to the world be averted.' W-wait, great doom?"\n\n"To the <i>world</i>?!" Alissa squeaks, covering her mouth with both hands.\n\n"Spirit, is this for real? ... Spirit?" Melissa calls a little forelornly when you just sit there silently snickering to yourself. "Oh, oh geez... it said 'immediately', I... I think we have to do it right now."\n\n"F-for real?" Alissa whimpers... then nods slowly, adding in a slightly quavering voice, "I guess... the spirits wouldn't lie. ... We better take our panties to the statue..."\n\nBoth of them slowly clamber to their feet, and again you get some pleasant flashes of forbidden sights before their just-long-enough shirts hide everything. Obeying the "immediately" part of your instructions perfectly, they pad barefoot out of their room and down the hall, both twins nervously glancing around all the while, and obviously squirming a bit about being out in the school not only well after curfew, but wearing nothing but thin long-sleeved T-shirts... which currently do little to hide their stiff nipples. (You wonder if it's the temperature or the adrenaline?) Of course it doesn't help that each of them is holding a pair of panties in their hand, all but shouting that they're not wearing any to anyone that might catch a glimpse of them. You follow along, enjoying the view even if it's mostly covered, but more than that enjoying that you've induced such an embarrassing but exciting experience in the pair. Eventually they reach the pedestal that houses a bust of the saint the school takes its name from, and after a quick but intense whispered conversation they both set their panties down on the corners of the pedestal to the sides of the bust, where they're in plain sight, before turning and hurrying back towards their rooms with such speed that they both flash their cute pale asses at you.\n\nAh, nice! But it is pretty late now, and you've had the focus of your fun and put your plan into action. Probably best to go back to the room and then hurry back. Then you pause as you let out an (even to you) ghostly-sounding yawn. Hm, apparently you can get tired like this... or maybe it's just because you feel like you should be tired. Well, you could always come back in the morning, the panties would almost certainly still be there.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry back.|RunFF14x3]]\n\n[[Take it easy.|RunFF]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... condemn your friends to suffer the same fate as you?" you ask, leaning in closer. "Give them all big, fat tits constantly brimming with milk, needing to be drained by me?"\n\n"W-what? No!" she protests, even as she continues desperately kneading her tits. "Never! I'll never betray the others!"\n\n"Never? We'll see if you can even make it through the night," you respond with a chuckle.\n\nTo her credit, she makes it almost an hour, her tits slowly ballooning and swelling up the entire time. By the time she cracks, she's holding them up with her arms, her fingertips barely reaching the tips of her nipples, her whole body coated in sweat as she cries out, "I'll do it! I'll do it, I'll do it, just please, milk me!"\n\n"Mm?" Pretending to have dozed off from where you were standing nearby, you lift your head. "You'll do what?"\n\n"I'll... I'll betray my friends!" she whimpers, tears slipping down her face, even as she pants like a bitch in heat and wiggles her hips around desperately, still stroking over the massive mounds of her mammaries. "I'll curse them all to have constantly overfull tits! Just milk me, dammit! Milk me!"\n\n"Now now, that's no way to ask for what's quite a favor at this point," you answer with a wag of the finger. "Ask permission to help me do it. Be nice. And say what you know I want to hear."\n\nThe Senshi whines desperately, but apparently some shred of her pride clings to her, and it's another five minutes of her taut, overfull tits growing, a faint creaking sound now audible with how stretched her skin is, before she sobs and says, "Please... please, Mistress, please let me corrupt my friends, please let me turn them into your milk-slaves, I... I want my friends to be your milk-slaves, I want to be your milk-slave, just please, Mistress, milk me!"\n\n"There we go!" you chirp happily as you move in between her legs, quickly growing yourself a long, thick black rubber cock and extending some suction hoses from your backpod. You fasten the suction tips of the hoses over her nipples, the Senshi already shrieking in orgasm as you start to pump out her milk, thick bulges passing through your tendrils. Your tubes begin shaking and wobbling with the motions of her tits as you thrust into her, making her cum from her pussy this time instead of just her tits, feeling it squeeze and grip eagerly around you as she wails and bucks under you on the bed.\n\n"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, milk me, Mistress, milk me!" the Senshi yowls, writhing beneath you, eagerly squeezing at her tits to encourage more of her milk to gush into your tubes, filling you with her energy as your cock plunders her pussy. "Fuck me, milk me, fuck fuck fuck!" \n\n"Yes you love that, don't you, slave?" you coo, hauling her legs up into the air around either side of your pert rubber tits as you pump into her, rocking her against the bed as her tits slowly shrink back down from being drained, even as your flat belly starts to bulge up from the sheer amount of energy-milk you're draining out of her and storing in yourself. "You love being fucked and used by a yokai, turned into nothing but a fucktoy and a milk factory, huh?"\n\n"Yes, fuck, I'm your sex toy, I'm your milk farm, fuck, fuck me, Mistress!" the Senshi yowls, her eyes rolling in her head and lips pulling back from clenched teeth as her back arches, her entire body trembling hard from the overlapping orgasms and boobgasms.\n\nEventually you finish up, not bothering to cum this time, having gained plenty of enjoyment from just making the Senshi cum herself into submission. She lays on her side on the bed, shaking and twitching, her well-fucked pussy dripping down her thigh and her tits still as big as her head and half again. You enjoy the sound of her defeated sobs and knowing that her mind is filled with the knowledge that she's given herself over to you as you finish absorbing the energy milk, and your host, your form becoming one solid mass of demonic rubber as the last vestiges of the person you were wearing are eradicated.\n\n"As you're nothing but my property, I don't think you deserve a name anymore," you muse cheerfully. "So we'll just use something descriptive that will set you apart from the others. You had a red skirt when you were a senshi... 'red slave' will do."\n\n"... yes, mistress," the red slave sniffles, looking up at you.\n\n"Oh, don't be sad, pet. For one thing your feelings are as irrelevant as those of a dildo, for another you'll soon have lots of company." Chuckling, you consider. How best to have your new slave inflict her own curse on her friends?\n\n<hr>\n[[Deception.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Use her as bait.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Use her as a hostage.|HLSenshi]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, fine, I wish for power! Power enough that I could defeat <i>you</i>!" you snap back at him.\n\n"Oh reeeeally?" the fish replies with a deep, booming chuckle that makes you wonder if you've just made some sort of mistake. "Alright then... wish <b>granted</b>."\n\nYou yelp a bit as you suddenly find yourself no longer pressing against the interior of a log, instead dropping to the grass of a little wooded glade, your wings giving a useless flutter after the fact. Thanks guys. You slowly push yourself up, more because you're leery of where you might actually be, but it seems kind of... pleasant? It's some sort of glade, surrounded by trees... ah, no, wait, those are dandelions you're pretty sure, just that they've grown so tall and thick that they look more like normal trees to you, the giant looming trees of the forest are still further above. And in the center of it is a boulder... well, probably just a rock really... that's about two stories tall, with a smooth-worn path curling up around the side of it that leads upward to...\n\n"You've gotta be kidding me," you half-breathe as you stare up at the sword.\n\nDrawn to it as much in curiosity and awe as anything else, you get to your feet and walk over, wings briefly forgotten as you make your way up the path... actually it looks like it might have been worn in purely by other feet traveling up it. You get to the sort of flat area at the top and look at the sword more closely. The hilt is done in the style of a pair of expansive crystalline butterfly wings, the colors seeming to change and shift every time the beam of sunlight falling on the sword changes even the slightest. The blade is made of crystal too, but seems to be a more set blue color, thin both in thickness and width, closer to a rapier blade than anything else. The whole thing, save for the golden grip, is translucent, almost like it's barely even theree despite it being right in front of you. Before you know it you're reaching out, delicate fingers wrapping around the smooth-feeling golden shaft of the weapon's grip, though it doesn't slip at all as you pull it forth from the stone.\n\nA gentle, warm breeze washes over you, making your shiny, glittery hair rustle and your wings flutter. You feel... different. You're still kind of warm all over and, let's face it, a bit horny, but it's settled into a sort of background noise that's not so... itchy and demanding. Which is a relief at the very least. You hold up the sword, turning it back and forth, before giving a soft 'huh'. "Sooooo... turn me back to normal!" you declare, raising it. ... Nope, nothing. "Send me home?" Nothing. Maybe, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home?" ... Nope, and you're not tapping it against any part of you, it looks sharp.\n\nWell apparently it hasn't given you any magical wishing powers. Sighing, you flutter up into the air after a moment and fly off, hoping that maybe you can find your way back.\n\nLuckily it seems you picked the right direction, since soon you're surrounded by the big carved-out trees again and other fairies fluttering through the air. You orient yourself after spotting a few landmarks and head for Alina's place, the blue-haired fairy buzzing around in a worried fashion, before making a beeline towards you. "There you are, Eric! I was worried when weren't in bed this morning!"\n\n'Were you coming to molest me?' you think a bit ruefully, before replying, "Hey, Alina. I had kind of a weird morning. But I wound up finding this thing, do you know what it is?" you ask, holding up the sword.\n\n"Huh. No, I've never seen that before," Alina replies, putting a fingertip to her lower lip and looking at the sword with such utter incomprehension you're not sure she even knows what a sword is. Come to think of it, you haven't seen a single weapon other than the guards' spears since you got here. "It's very fairy-ish though! Maybe we ought to go ask Queen Tania about it?"\n\n"That kind of seems like a good idea," you admit, though internally you wince a little, not sure what she's going to make of the whole issue with the fish.\n\nThe two of you stop in Alina's place so you can don your short-sleeved shirt as a sort of dress (though Alina takes some convincing on why that's even necessary) before the two of you head back to the main tree where the queen makes her home. This time as you pass through the open air market/orgy, you definitely don't feel quite so overwhelmed... sure, there are plenty of thoughts about how hot everything is, how much you'd like to lick that fairy's pussy, how much you'd like to get facefucked by that chipmunk, but other than embarrassing you, turning your face red, and keeping your pussy wet, there's far less impact as opposed to last time. \n\nThe reaction of the guards as you approach Queen Tania would seem to support your idea that maybe fairies don't know what swords are... or at least, they don't parse this one as a threat, since the guards don't so much as blink at you approaching the queen with an unsheathed blade. Tania, however, immediately locks eyes on it and raises an eyebrow. "You have drawn the Fairyblade, it seems."\n\n"So you know what this is?" you ask, though that seems plenty obvious since she just named it.\n\n"Yes. It has been here even longer than I have, and indeed may have been what drew our kind to settle here in the first place. Every fairy at some point in their lives makes a journey to the stone where it was sheathed and attempts to draw it."\n\n"Huh, really?" You blink, glancing aside at the cluelessly smiling blue-haired fairy next to you. "But Alina said she'd never seen it before."\n\n"Do you really expect any of them to remember something like that for very long at this point, dear?" Tania says with a somewhat rueful smile, propping her chin up in one hand, her arm squashing one massive breast against the other.\n\n"... Okay point," you murmur under your breath, Alina tilting her head, cheerful smile still in place despite the fact you can practically see question marks hovering around her head.\n\n"I am afraid there is some bad news, though. It is obvious to me just from looking at you, that your existence as a fairy has been solidified by drawing the blade. You will not turn back when the week is out," Tania continues.\n\n"What?!" you blurt, eyes going wide.\n\n"Yes... although you seem to have retained your full mental faculties and previous moral state, so I suppose you are likely grateful for that. But you are a fairy for good now."\n\n"B-but I don't want to be a fairy forever! If I wanted that, I would have just fucked Alina yesterday!" you complain.\n\n"I mean we can still do that," Alina declares happily.\n\n"Just..." You point a finger at her, trying not to be annoyed, before turning back to Tania.\n\n"Mm, in any event, I would imagine you're largely insulated from further changes. Well, probably... your nature as a fairy is still to be helpful and highly sexual, but to what extent you indulge that nature is still in your own control, since you still <i>have</i> self control. If you are still dedicated to changing back, you could give the Fairyblade to me and I could attempt to examine it to find out how it caused this change in you." She pauses, then adds, "Or perhaps you could seek out its other components."\n\nYou blink. "Other components?"\n\n"Yes. My research has indicated that the Fairyblade is but one of three ancient artifacts related to fairy kind... there is also the Fairyshield and Fairystaff."\n\n"... Kinda going low-energy on the naming scheme there," you comment flatly.\n\n"We're fairies, darling, if it's not fucking we don't tend to put much creativity into things," Tania replies dryly. "But while the Fairyblade has magical powers of offense, the Fairyshield is said to have magical powers of defense, and the Fairystaff to have magical powers of..." She trails off a bit, swirling a hand through the air. "... magic. If you were to assemble all three, you would be able to break the enchantments laid upon you through a combination of these traits. It is even possible you might be able to send yourself home."\n\nYou nod slowly. "That... sounds like a definite possibility. I don't suppose the other two items are conveniently located nearby?"\n\n"I am afraid not. Both lie far from here, through dangerous stretches of forest. You would have to face hazards of hostile creatures, evil fairies, and stranger, darker things that dwell in some realms of the forest. Even armed with a magical weapon, your survival would not be at all certain, nor would your ability to find your way back from those dark places. So have a care before you think to take that path, young Eric... you can be quite a boon to our community as you are now, and it would be a shame to lose you to such a perilous quest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give Tania the Fairyblade.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Quest for the Fairyshield and Fairystaff.|Fairyblade1x1]]

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

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

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

The suit sounds interesting, let's see what it can do! You tap the button to spawn one, and hop a bit to the side in surprise at it suddenly appearing next to you. Huh... it almost looks like some kind of suit of light power armor, really. Well, really light. Sort of reminiscent of the 'Hardsuits' you saw in another anime. Except besides being light and thin, this one is a bright, shiny cotton candy pink, with an open top to the helmet, which is fronted by a black screen over the face. There's no breastplate, just an open hole showing the inside of the suit, and similarly there are no 'butt plates', although there is a thin line of pink plastic almost like a G-string running down to connect to the crotch. As you're looking it over, the face panel lights up with pixelated blue words reading 'Have target say "I want to train" to begin.' before disappearing.\n\nHuh. Apparently there's some necessity to get the suit's intended wearer to play along. ... Still, with what you know of Ranma, getting her to say that shouldn't be hard. After a moment you unpause the sim.\n\n"Hey, what's that thing?" Ranma asks almost immediately, looking confused as to where the suit came from even as she wanders over to look at it. "Seems super girly."\n\n"Ah, yeah, but it's actually an incredibly useful training tool." you tell her. "It's supposed to be able to increase your strength and agility after having worn it by a factor of... ten?" you add, pulling a number that seems high but not too high out of the air.\n\nLooks like you hit it, though, as Ranma's blue eyes sparkle eagerly. "Whoa! Ten times stronger?! I wanna train, I wanna train with it!"\n\nThen she gives a little hop of surprise as the suit instantly folds outward and expands open, the arms and legs opening up as well as the torso, the crotch dropping downward... and displaying the two bright pink phalluses attached to the inside. "Heeey, what are those? This thing looks-!" But before she can continue, a little screen on the inside back of the suit lights up with a gentle, swirling pulse of colors, catching her attention. Her eyes lock onto it, then quickly glaze over, her shoulders sagging and back slumping a bit.\n\n"I must prepare for training," she drones in a monotone, starting to undo her shirt with slightly lethargic fingers. You watch in amusement as she gets undressed, clothes dropping to the floor and leaving her standing there naked. She stares at the screen for another few moments before stepping forward and turning around, settling herself into the opened suit and positioning her arms and legs into its own. Just as the arms and legs of the suit are starting to close around her, she blinks rapidly, then looks shocked. "HEY!"\n\nBut the suit's already closed around her arms and is redirecting her legs as it closes around them as well, lifting her up into an extremely high-heeled style walk, back lifted and butt arched out even before the midsection of the suit closes around her middle and hugs tight, almost like a corset. She squirms and wiggles, her bare tits shaking in the pink plastic frames encircling them, then looks downward at the sound of whirring, unable to see as the pink dildos on the interior of the crotch give a few testing pumps and whirls. "W-what's that? What's YEEEEEE!" she squeals, her eyes going wide as the crotchplate swings up and into place, pushing the phalluses into her pussy and ass. She continues to struggle as well as she's able, which isn't very well in the tightly-fitting suit, starting to gasp and moan as she's fucked by the automated toys. "Get 'em out! This isn't funny!" she whines as shiny white plastic-like material slides over her bare tits and asscheeks, coating them closely enough to almost be like a second skin, leaving her nipples fully outlined and shown, the material sliding up her neck all the way to her jawline as well. "Quit it, lemme-!"\n\nThe portions of the helmet slide around and close over her face and the sides of her head, completely covering them and leaving only her red hair and pigtail visible, as well as completely silencing her. The suit gives a soft hiss as the armored portions snug closer, Ranma's struggles ceasing entirely as the thing fits precisely to her.\n\n\nYou watch curiously for a moment as the suited Ranma's arms slowly lower to the sides. Then there's a soft <i>blip</i> as a pair of upward-pointing arcs and a line appear on the faceplate, forming a slightly more elaborate and cute-ified ^_^ emoji.\n\n"Hello, Master," a cheerful, synthesized female voice says as the pixels of the line-mouth move with the words. "I am Training Suit One, or TS-1 for short! I am currently giving basic slut training to-" The expression changes to a slightly more bland one as she monotones, "Ran-ma. Sa-o-to-me," before changing back to the chipper tone. "Default training involves conditioning her holes to be soft and receptive, making her breasts and ass more sensitive and receptive to stimulus, and making her mind more receptive to sexual advances, as well as minor movement conditioning!"\n\n"'Movement conditioning'?" you echo curiously.\n\n"Yes, Master!" TS-1 chirps. Huh, apparently it really is an AI. She raises her hands, running them sensually up her thighs, over her crotch, and along her belly to cup and offer her breasts. "I make my movements more sensual, and since Ran-ma. Sa-o-to-me. is obviously forced to make all the same motions, her muscle memory is gradually overwritten and trained to be more sexual as well!"\n\nWhat an odd form of... well, possession, kind of. Still, pretty hot. You reach out and give TS-1's... well, Ranma's... plastic-coated tits a squeeze, the AI giving a giggle that definitely sounds like a sound clip being played back. "Pretty hot."\n\n"Thank you, Master! Now, is there any particular kind of obedient sex toy you would like me to condition my host into?" TS-1 asks happily.\n\n"You can do different kinds?"\n\n"Oh yes, Master! The 'basic' is just overall making her sexier and more receptive, but won't change her personality overly much. I can also do 'Full Slut', which will turn her into basically a shameless sex addict! There's also 'MasoSlut', where she'll be trained to get off on rough treatment and abuse! Or if you just prefer blank obedience, I can do the 'Drone' setting, and she'll come out as mindless and obedient as a robot! ... Well, a robot without a fun AI like mine. Teehee!" TS-1 chirps, lifting two fingers in a V in front of her faceplate and winking a digital eye closed, creating a small arc below her mouth-line for a poked-out tongue. "They all take various amounts of time. 'Drone' takes the most, it takes a long time to completely erase someone's personality after all," she says, just as cheerfully and blithely as if you were discussing where to go on a picnic.\n\n"... Huuuuh," you drawl. "And... Ranma's still awake and aware through all of this?"\n\n"Oh yes, Master, she's still entirely conscious and aware inside here," TS-1 chirps, gently thunking her plastic knuckles against the side of her helmet with a soft click. "She's doing a lot of yelling and swearing and has already cum twice," the AI adds with another play of her giggle soundfile. "She's not being stimulated at a rate and speed that will start to do anything to her ability to think or comprehend, at least not right now. Even if you were to choose the Drone program, she'd still only gradually have her mind fucked out. Testing has found they assimilate the programming they're getting at the same time much better that way," she adds, reducing her volume to a whisper as she holds up a hand to the side of her faceplate.\n\nAll very interesting. ... Boy Ranma must be pissed in there, not only having to listen to the two of you talk about what sort of sex slave to train her into, but all while being, well, trained with autodildos pumping away in her pussy and ass. Oh, and you squeezing her tits, which you do again while you're considering your answer.\n\n<hr>\n[['Basic' is fine.|RanSuit1x1]]\n\n[['Full Slut' sounds fun.|RanSuit]]\n\n[['MasoSlut' it is!|RanSuit]]\n\n[['Drone'. Definitely 'Drone'.|RanSuit]]

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

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

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

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

Eh... with the combined intelligence and wisdom of both your forms, it's easy enough to put up with Akane for a little while... especially when you realize that with the new powers and abilities Master has granted you, you can pay her back for all her abuse and bullying any time you want. Smiling serenely, you nod. "Sure, let's go, Akane."\n\nAkane blinks, then looks suspicious, like she wants to get angry with you for just agreeing with her but even she can't quite figure out how that's supposed to work. Instead she just grumbles and turns around to stalk off, with you strolling along behind her eyeing that cute ass of hers and thinking of all the things you're likely going to do to it.\n\nYou continue to be mildly pleasant and inoffensive through the rest of the day, just coasting by and being amused as no one realizes you've turned into a 6'4" futanari amazon. You wait until the entire Tendo household before deciding what you <i>really</i> want to do. When Master promised you "something extra" he basically made you a fledgling succubus... not only will you have sexual powers of domination and corruption, but you can penetrate into the dreams of others, which was another good reason for waiting until everyone was asleep. Now to prowl about the house, corrupting others for the Master~!\n\nAkane seems the obvious place to start... but then again there are a handful of other potentials right around here, each one which could lead to a different chain of fun depending on what you do and how you do it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Genma.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Sound.|FRanX]]

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

"What's actually the worst curse you think I have?" you ask dubiously.\n\n"Why, it's quite clear! You are cursed with terrible, utter incompleteness!" The devil smiles winningly, eyes flashing as he looks you up and down. "Charisma as both a male and female, but never allowed to realize it or utilize it properly. Speed and power separated, not to mention the beauty of those two forms divided up. Not growing or moving forward, just... holding. You are an incomplete person."\n\nYou scowl, trying to figure out what the hell that even means, and why it gives you such an ugly feeling that you can't quite grasp it. "... What're you even saying?"\n\n"I am saying that I could make you the <i>ultimate</i> you." The demon chuckles at how that obviously makes you perk up. "Take all of your attributes and bring them together, and give you just a bit more besides. And all it will cost you is... goodness."\n\n"Goodness?" you say, wrinkling your nose, then waving it off. Who even cares about goodness? You're not that good anyway. "Okay, sure, I wanna be an ultimate me! Let's make with it!"\n\nThe demon almost looks like he's going to argue with you... then shrugs, rolling his eyes a bit. "Alright then," he booms, and you twitch as you feel something on your skin, looking down to see some sort of glowing pink sigil appear high on your bare crotch. Before you can voice your protest he's rising to his hooves and making his way over to you, that massive red horsecock now jutting out ahead of him. You blink, drawing back a little in fright... or trying to, and finding that your body won't move.\n\n"H-hey, what's going-"\n\n"You already agreed to the contract, this is merely the implementation of it," he informs you smugly as he steps up to you, seeming to have become taller than before, the flared head of his prick brushing against your lips without any need for you to bend over, your eyes wide as he puts a hand on the back of your head... and then shoves you forward.\n\nThe entirety of that massive equine prick disappears between your lips in a single thrust, your eyes rolling as your throat bulges obscenely, first the flared head and then the ring around the middle pushing it out before they disappear downward, bulging up between your tits before disappearing into your belly. The most insane thing about it is that you instantly cum the moment his balls hit your chin, your entire body rocking and twitching, your pussy letting out a gush that drenches your inner thighs. Your hands come up to rest on his shaggy hips, clenching in the thick fur, but really able to do little other than hold on as he starts facefucking you with that intensely massive prick, your throat bulging and jaw stretching, those runemarked balls seeming to grow heavier and hotter with every impact against your chin as you throatgasm repeatedly, the orgasms rocking your body and making you squirt each time.\n\nThough the facefucking doesn't last that long, the sensation's so intense that you've completely lost track of time, making it feel like it was forever. But then he drives forward, and you can feel those hefty red balls lift against your chin, twitching and shuddering as they empty inside you. But instead of your belly swelling with his load, your whole body begins to change. Your soft, sleek female form starts to take on the dextrous muscle tone of your male form, luscious legs extending further and butt arching out a bit as you grow taller while still having your throat spitted on the demon's dick. Speaking of which, the front of your crotch just below that glowing sigil starts to bulge out, pushing outward into a long, thick shaft of your own, a hefty sack dropping at the base of it and swaying in front of your twitching, dripping cunt as your lower lips grow thicker and fatter. Your tits expand outward too, wiggling and wobbling below you with your squirming... and your hair turns an almost hot purple color, your pigtail doubling in length.\n\nFinally the demon takes his hand away, and you pull your head up and off of his cock, cumming twice more at the feel of the ring and the head sliding back up through your throat, before it finally pops out of your lips. You pant for long moments, and almost without thinking about it start tongue-worshiping the front of that flared cockhead, lapping up the last traces of powerful demon spunk on it. Then you take a step back, looking down at yourself. "... Whoa," you murmur. Part of you knows you should be horrified, but the rest of you just thinks you look powerful... and damn sexy. You reach down to wrap a hand around your cock, stroking it shamelessly and giving a low, pleased moan. "Man, this isn't just the dick I had before, it's... mmm! It's probably half again as long and thick! And this pussy too," you groan happily, slipping your other hand underneath your balls to stroke over the plump, eternally damp pussylips hidden by it.\n\n"A result of stacking your forms together... you have all the strength of both, all the speed of both, all the masculinity of both, all the femininity of both, all the charm of both, with an added helping of a bit of demonic power... well, I stopped short of giving you the height of both as it might have been a bit much, but you are now taller than your previous male form," the demon chuckles. "And all it cost you was all of your morality... and the goodness of others that you'll corrupt!"\n\n"Oh, is that all?" you reply breezily, still stroking your cock, then mmming as you suckle at his own cockhead, starting to finger your pussy as you jerk yourself off harder. In a few moments you orgasm from both, shuddering all over as you spurt a long, thick load onto the floor between his hooves while tonguing the hole in the tip of his prick.\n\n"Indeed. Now, run along... as an extra bonus I've enchanted your curse mark so that no one will notice anything different about you. Run along and start fucking and corrupting all your little friends."\n\n"Yes, Master," you coo happily, turning back to the portal and hopping through.\n\nYou come out dressed as you were before... though you notice your Master didn't bother to give back your boxers, making you smirk as you feel your mostly limp cock wobbling around under the thin silk. Just as you're stretching and getting a little used to being back in the real world, you hear an annoyed "Ranma!" and look over to see Akane stomping up to you, looking like you've just kicked twenty puppies instead of briefly wandering off from the rest of the group at a field trip. "Where have you been! Come on, the teacher's asking where you are!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Put up with her, for now.|FRanX35x2]]\n\n[[Ditch her and go have fun.|FRanX]]

Hm... as much fun as it would be to immediately launch into dominating the little bitch, magical girls do have an annoying tendency to pull wins out of their hats, <i>especially</i> when they're massively overpowered. A more subtle approach might be necessary. As quickly as you can, you change your form back into that of the boy who you've merged with... although there are some changes you can't do much about, such as his hair having turned a deep black color, his skin a rich brown, and a few other physical changes that aren't so immediately apparent once you grab his jeans and pull them on.\n\n"Hey, I ran into my supervisor on the street, so I got back much faster than-" the Senshi says as she steps in, holding up a fast food bag, then blinking. "Um... you look different?"\n\n"Hm? Do I?" you answer in a blithe tone. Admittedly merging with the boy helps, both his actual innocence and his ability to feign it might actually be valuable additions to your arsenal, come to think of it.\n\n"Uh. Yeah, you definitely... I mean it's nice to see you're up, but," she says, looking very suspicious as she sets the bag down and eyes you... admittedly her gaze seems to be fixed very firmly on your now rather more toned chest and stomach.\n\nThat will help too. Putting just a bit of magical influence into the words, you say, "I was just feeling pale before, that's all."\n\nThe Senshi's eyes very briefly go a little glassy, before they clear and she nods, smiling. "Oh, that makes sense," she says cheerfully, turning and starting to take items out of the bag and lay them on the table.\n\nMagical girls... they are not an intellectual lot, to say the least. Although you actually found that much easier than you were expecting... could it be they're particularly blind where it comes to identity, considering the magic that's supposed to protect their own? Whatever it is, you have to admit that as the smell of the meat hits your nose, you actually are quite hungry... your body hasn't eaten in a while, and there's only so much an infusion of magic and monster energy can do to shore that up. Trotting over, you sit down at the table, continuing to put on your act of being a harmless vagrant boy as you eat a meal with your enemy.\n\nAs you do, you ponder the best way to go about destroying her... of course. (Though what that might mean has its own broad range of things.) You could simply leave and go on your way, now that you have all your power and have successfully tricked the Senshi that was imprisoning you... it could be weeks, even months before she realized you were gone, and that could give you plenty of time to prepare to face her at your true full power, with all sorts of plans made. Alternatively you could convince her to let you stick around, gradually growing closer to her, and bit by bit growing your influence over her until it was absolute, turning her into a powerful minion... a true Dark Magical Girl with the full force of her powers, will, and destiny on your side. \n\n... Or you could just fuck her and start turning her into a sex-addled cockslave. Nowhere near as powerful or reliable in the longterm, sure, but a lot faster... and in many ways a lot more satisfying!\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish eating and leave.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Stick around for the long term.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|HLSenshi]]

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

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

"W-whaaaat?!" Happosai yowls, clearly scandalized. \n\n"You know you won't be able to resist this big, fat cock of mine," you declare, smirking sensually as you lean your hips forward, tits pressed up and together as you reach around and below them to start stroking your cock with both hands, angling it towards him. "This fat futa fuckstick is something you won't be able to pass up."\n\n"You're insane," the little old Tanuki snorts. "You know I'm a ladies-only sort of guy!"\n\n"Oh, but this is a girlcock, isn't it?" you reply, smirking and giving your hips a shake, making your tits... and your balls... jiggle back and forth. That certainly does seem to have given him pause, leaving him staring as you continue. "Look how smooth and feminine the skin is, how perfectly hairless and creamy my balls are. It's so big and powerful, but it's girly too, hmmm? Doesn't it go perfectly with these huge tits of mine? Plus... plus there's one other thing..."\n\n"What... is that?" Happosai asks, swallowing. You can see that he looks nervous, you're clearly starting to get to him, and with a wicked smirk you seal the deal.\n\n"Those virgin pussies must have felt nice and tight around that big, fat, Tanuki prick of yours. Mine, Kasumi's, Nabiki's, Akane's. I'm sure after you'd fucked them and turned us into cumballoons, you eventually would've moved on to our tight little assholes next." From the way his cock twitches, you can see you've guessed it. Giggling sensually, you start slowly sliding your hands up the length of your cock. "But I bet two Tanukis rubbing their cocks together would feel way better than just fucking a human girl. Plus... you'll never find a tighter hole..." You use your fingers to gently part the opening in the tip of your prick, as if it were a pussy being offered up for an eager lover. "Than this one. ❤"\n\nHe lasts for just the barest moment more, before giving an almost shriek of "SWEETO!" and leaping forward. You cry out loudly and jubilantly as he thrusts his cock right into your own, his momentum and Tanuki strength driving him in, bulging your own shaft up even thicker with the outline of his. Shameless now, he grabs hold of your prick with his hands and feet, starting to pump into it, the bulge marking him getting almost all the way down as his balls swing up to slap the underside of your shaft. "Nnnnh, oh Ranma, you were right! Fucking another Tanuki's cock is so much better than using a human girl's pussy!" he groans, his eyes rolling and his tongue lolling out in his own distorted version of an ahegao.\n\n"Mmf, fuck, yes, that's it, fuck my cockpussy, you little old pervert!" you cry out, fondling your own tits and letting your tongue drape out some as you look down at him. But your smug grin doesn't fade as he's fallen into your trap! And you'll spring it as soon as he gives you the magical injection you need to pull it off! Until then, you get to enjoy the feeling of being stretched, of the intense pleasure-amplification of two big, stiff magical fucksticks not just rubbing together, but one plunging into the other. You reach down to grab your cock again, stroking both yourself and Happosai off at the same time, caressing the bulge his prick makes in yours. "Come on, fuck that dick-cunt, you horny bastard! Give me a big load of cum!"\n\nHe's not too long about it either, and soon Happosai is squealing like a pig as he thrusts forward, his cock twitching and shuddering inside yours as he begins blasting his load down your prick. Your balls begin to swell as his own torrents of cum are added to that already stored in yours, steadily getting heavier and larger, swaying gently and shuddering as gallons of jizz are added to their reservoir. Your balls steadily sink down, past your knees, forcing your legs apart until your toes are barely on the ground, your overfilled sack actually supporting you. Smirking, you raise your fingers to your lips, feeling your balls positively glowing with magical energy. "Huhuhu... got you~."\n\n"W-wha?" Happosai stammers... then his eyes both go wide and role again as you clench the muscles of your dick, squeezing intensely all around his still-buried length. Resting your hands on your hips to display how you're not using them, you sneer at him as you continue to work those inner muscles, drawing his prick into yours fully up to the base. Then the hole begins to stretch, actually sucking inside his own dangling balls, showing the bulge of their outline in your prick. "No! Noooo!" Happosai wails as your prick swallows him up, stretching around his body, and quickly pulling him in, leaving him as nothing but a thick bulge passing steadily down your twitching, wobbling shaft. He disappears as he reaches the base of it, your huge balls briefly wobbling and shifting with his struggles, making you coo softly in pleasure at the feeling.\n\nBut gradually the shaking lessens, and then ceases. Rolling your shoulders, you concentrate, absorbing some of the excess, but leaving the cum that's made up of Happosai himself, your balls still down to your knees and keeping your thighs spread apart. Hmmmm... now what to do with hiiiim...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep him as a souvenir.|FRanX21xEnd1]]\n\n[[Get rid of him.|FRanX21xEnd3]]\n\n[[Give him a second chance.|FRanX21xEnd5]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Actually, you like the current setup, you decide, but... moreso. You begin pumping into the priestess's throat, even though her eyes have rolled up almost entirely in her head... you're really not sure if she's still conscious or not, but you can still feel her tongue working almost frantically against the underside of your cock, her body begging for more of your cum even if her brain's shut down. Her fat tits bounce and jiggle with your motions, as does her cum-swollen belly, shimmying atop her luscious thighs.\n\nYou keep slowly pressing on the elf, feeling her moan and gasp against your ass. You feel her trim little nose rubbing about against the inside of your ass, then slowly feel the softness of her hair brushing against your spreading pucker. With a grunt and a slight push, her entire head pops inside your ass, making you give a bellow of pleasure at the penetration. The elf, overcome with your body's musk and the lust it's caused in her, doesn't stop licking even as her head slides inside that tight, pitch black enclosure and the pucker of your hole closes around her neck. If anything she's licking the walls of your ass almost frantically, and you can hear her fingers plunging into her sopping wet pussy and her tight little ass now as she works herself with both hands. You take a moment to grab at her skimpy clothing with your fingertips and rip it off of her, before continuing.\n\nSoon you bellow again as you pump another load into the priestess, her stomach swelling up yet again, gaining twice the volume it did before, her wobbling cumbelly now entirely covering her lap and even draped over the sides of her thighs somewhat. You lean back on the elf a bit more as you do, feeling her shoulders press against your pucker, then start to press you open as you wrap a hand around her middle and push her in further. You keep thrusting back and forth between your fucktoys, working your ass further down on the elf and your cock into the priestess, your heavy, seemingly constantly-full balls swinging forward to smack her drool-spattered tits.\n\nYou keep dumping loads into the priestess and swelling her belly even deeper, and you keep pushing the frenziedly-masturbating elf deeper into your ass. Soon the priestess is leaned forward on her belly, the bottom of it flattened out somewhat against the stone. The elf's perky tits start sliding inside your ass, the stiff nipples rubbing against your inner walls as she slips deeper and deeper in. A few minutes later, and the priestess is barely able to touch the floor with her fingertips as her bloated belly full of monster jizz presses her up higher and higher, the elf's hips bumping up against your pucker as you push her deeper in.\n\nFinally you give one last, hard thrust, bellowing loudly enough to shake the room as you dump a load into the priestess that's almost as big as all the previous ones combined. Her body shudders, and you have little doubt her mind is completely and permanently wiped out by the intensity of the sensation as her belly swells and swells, lifting her entirely up off the floor and leaving her straddling the bloated cumballoon, arms and legs making impressions in it, her body tilted downwards towards your cock. The paroxysms of your pleasure pull the elf the rest of the way inside, her pretty, coltish legs sucked up into your spasming asshole, her whole squirming, writhing, orgasming body slipped up your tight, hot chute and continuing to squirm inside you.\n\nYou breathe heavily, taking a moment to enjoy the lovely afterglow. You're having a tough time deciding what feels best...\n\n<hr>\n[[The cum-inflated whore sucking your cock.|Mino]]\n\n[[The masturbating slut inside your ass.|Mino]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just buy it off of me. And we'll cancel my debt at the same time, huh? And before you start getting sly, the moment you try to lowball me, I'll just walk out," you caution her.\n\nNabiki makes a face, then sighs and nods. "Fine, fine, okay. Your debt canceled and..." She hesitates, then names a figure that you do figure is pretty decent.\n\nYou make a show of thinking about it, then nod slowly, ejecting the data card from the camera and holding it up. "Alright, make with the money."\n\n"... Turn around," she directs, giving a little twirl of her finger. You dutifully turn your back to her, albeit listening, and then popping the menu open when you hear a click. Turning around, you grin at the frozen tableau of Nabiki opening up a hidden safe in the floor, bent way over with those boyshorts hugging her ass snugly as she does. You step over and tug them down, taking a moment to run your fingers up and down her pussy and slide them inside, pumping a few times before tugging them (mostly) back up and turning back around. From the sounds once you collapse the menu she has no idea anything happened, and after a minute says, "Fine. Here," and hands you a stack of bills once you turn around and pass her the card.\n\n"Pleasure doing business with you."\n\n"... Just theoretically," Nabiki says, eyeing the card thoughtfully. "I'd be willing to pay similar amounts if you could get videos of other people doing... similar stuff."\n\n"Oh, go on, say it," you urge, smirking.\n\nNabiki rolls her eyes, then huffs. "<i>Fine</i>. Bring me more videos of Ranma, or other people, engaging in bestiality and I'll buy them off of you. The more valuable the person the more I'll pay. I'll get a lot of money out of this, considering Ranma's attractiveness, but Ranma's broke as hell. If you can get me more like this of, say, people with better income streams, I'd pay more for them, that's all I'm saying."\n\n"You almost say that like you think I had something to do with Ranma fucking a dog," you say with an air of obviously insincere innocence.\n\nNabiki scoffs. "Yeah, sure, it was completely natural. C'mon, Ranma's practically asexual normally, you think I'm gonna buy he or she or whatever was secretly a dogfucker all this time? I'd bet money you had something to do with it."\n\n<hr>\n[["Fine, fine, I'll get more."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Hm... bet how much money?"|RanDeb]]

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

You tap the option for the pendant, and immediately the window disappears. You feel something just a bit cold on your neck and a slight weight, and glance down at your chest, spotting a brass teardrop-shaped thing with carvings all over it.\n\n"Hey, Eric, what's u-" Ranma starts to say in a bored tone as you reflexively reach up to touch the pendant. The moment your fingers are against it, Ranma freezes in place, and a window pops up in front of you in his direction, showing his name. There's a long, scrollable list of different personality traits with sliders next to them. Things like 'Confidence', 'Loyalty', 'Sluttiness', 'Submissiveness', 'Devotion to Player', a bunch of other things. Selecting other tabs brings up toggles for things like sexual preferences (Ranma's just set to 'Yes' on Females), love interests and levels of interest therein, kinks, heck, it even has a tab for listing <i>favorite foods</i>.\n\nIt occurs to you that you should probably play around with Ranma's settings a little first, just to get used to the interface. The question is, how exactly do you want to alter him...?\n\n<hr>\nLeave him straight, increase his devotion to you, tweak a few other stats. ("[[Best Bro Ranma|RanPP1x2]]")\n\nTurn him bi, increase his devotion to you, enhance sluttiness a bit, etc. ("[[Fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]]")\n\nGive him a preference for his girl form, max sluttiness, all preferences and kinks on. ("[[Ultraslut Ranko|RanPP7x1]]")\n\nGive him a preference for his girl form, increase her loyalty and devotion to you a lot, increase submissiveness a bit. ("[[Waifu Ranko|RanPP15x1]]")\n\nIncrease his submissiveness, decrease his confidence and willpower. ("[[Wimp Ranma|RanPP6x1]]")

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

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

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

You hit 'Apply' on all three windows, and watch the girls as they unfreeze. Though they had been talking about what Nabiki and Akane's school week had been like in sort of bored tones, the conversation is now apparently about Nabiki fantasizing about sucking off a guy in the boys' locker room, their voices sultry and sweet as they discuss how hot that sounds. You also watch with interest as their clothing changes to retroactively match their new personalities. Nabiki's orange shirt disappears, and her black spandex one-piece shrinks, parting in the middle and turning into a black sports bra and black thong. Akane's suspenders disappear and her breasts jiggle and press out against the suddenly much tighter shirt as her bra apparently winks out of existence too; her shorts shrink into cutoffs, the crotch of them cut so thin and the hips so high that her lack of underwear is obvious, the thin line of denim baring her plump pussylips as it just barely covers her actual slit. Kasumi's dress shrinks into a miniskirt that would barely keep her covered if she were standing up straight and completely still, sitting like she is it shows off the way her overly tight panties hug the mound of her pussy, especially since her apron shrinks into a little "French maid" style job, the puffy sleeves of her dress disappearing and leaving her long, slender arms sensually bare, showing off the Japanese character tattooed on one shoulder that the program helpfully informs you means 'Whore'. \n\nAnd maybe it's just your imagination, but all three of them's breasts grow some. It might just be the change in wardrobe, but even then you're fairly certain they've grown to the proportions they had in the later OAVs. Grinning, you access the item menu and produce a video camera, flipping out the viewfinder and taking in the sight of all three of them before hitting Record.\n\n"Oh, hey Eric, nice video camera," Nabiki comments, apparently still the AV afficianado. She shifts her position on the floor, letting her legs spread, apparently uncaring that the spandex of her thong has hugged her sex to the point of digging into the cleft and even slightly outlining her clit... or that the camera can obviously catch all of this. "It new?"\n\n"Yeah, just got it," you answer, the phrase more accurate than it usually is. "Was thinking I'd use it to get some footage of you three."\n\n"Oh?" Kasumi smiles brightly, though the glimmer in her eyes gives the same expression she usually uses an overtly sexual appearance. "What sort of footage?"\n\n"I was thinking footage of you three..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[... sucking my cock.|RanPPplaceholder]]"\n\n"[[... fucking each other.|RanPP1x6]]"\n\n"[[... proving you're the world's biggest sluts.|RanPPplaceholder]]"

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

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

You kinda would like to get back to being a guy, even if you're likely to get changed again at the next splash of cold water. You touch the image of the black-haired boy, then yelp a bit as you're yanked through the image as if it were a window and someone had grabbed you from the other side.\n\nYou stumble forward as you find yourself on your feet again, and hear a snap of "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, IDIOT!" Your head jerks up to stare at a furious-looking girl with short black hair, wearing a frilly blue sleeveless shirt and snug white shorts. She's got her hands on her hips and is leaning forward to glower at you, lips twisted into a scowl-pout and sizeable breasts hanging down a bit. Oh, it's Akane. "Why can't you even pay attention when you're walking out of your room, you jerk?!"\n\n"Um." You glance down at yourself, finding you're in a lean, toned male body wearing baggy black pants and a sleeveless red silk shirt. Huh, so this is what it's like to be Ranma, huh? Actually you can feel a lot of foreign memories, thoughts, and feelings settling in, broadening out the little bits of the series you've seen from the first person. It's almost like you're largely becoming the character... you can remember a ton of stuff he's done in complete detail, as if you'd really lived it. You still seem to have some amount of influence, but there's a lot of-\n\n"-other thing, you're still leaving clothes on the floor, and HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU!"\n\nYour head jerks up, finding Akane fuming at having noticed you tuning out her lecture.\n\n"Don't you even have the decency to listen when someone's got something to say?! Jerk! Idiot! Moron!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Go suck a lemon, uncute tomboy."|MRanX2x1]]\n\n[["Sorry, Akane."|MRanX]]\n\n[["Let's do something more fun than arguing..."|MRanX]]\n\n[["You'd sound a lot better with a cock in your throat."|MRanX1x1]]

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

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

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

You feel like you got into this mess because you decided to hang out with an entire crew of pirates rather than just escaping by yourself when you got the chance... like, twice. Besides, aren't you in the body of a badass space adventurer? You managed to survive a weird wild planet and kill one of your apex predator captors, surely it can't be <i>that</i> hard to survive an untamed area of space and discover ten interesting things. That decided, you stand up and head down to the area where she's standing.\n\nThe catgirl gives you a distinctly smug 'You'll be sorry' smirk, but gestures you to a door that opens in a nearby wall. It's lit with that same sort of weird 'inverted light' manner as the last one, but brightens up into something like real lighting as you reach a small... locker room, you guess. It has lockers, anyway, and a bench. As you walk in, one of the lockers swings open, revealing an outfit... well, you guess it could generously be called an outfit. It's all made out of shiny black plastic material, extremely thin... the top is basically two bands, one obviously sized for the neck and the other the chest, with a flap between them, otherwise completely open. The bottom is an extremely tiny G-string. The gloves and boots are both tall, probably providing more coverage than the other two items put together.\n\n"Great," you mutter... but, you've already come this far, and it's true, you do want your freedom. Besides, it's more than you're wearing right now. So, you step forward and start getting dressed, first stepping into the bottoms. ... And find that somehow it's actually worse than being naked. Truly the Raptarrans are a devious race. The front of the bottoms only comes about halfway up your crotch, and otherwise completely hugs up against your pussy, giving you a very obvious cameltoe. Similarly, when you put on the top, there's a weird, faint, subtle stimulation from the material that makes you squirm as your nipples harden, showing as obvious points under the material. Bad enough they've turned you into a girl, they seem insistent on making you feel pervy as one.\n\nOnce you've tugged on the gloves and boots, trying to get used to the weird feeling of faint tightness around your limbs without them actually impeding you, you start to swing the locker door closed... only for a light to start blinking inside, along with a low droning noise. You almost hadn't noticed, but on a shelf there's what looks like some sort of gun. Taking it down, though, shows that it's probably an injection gun, with a small vial of some silvery fluid attached to the back and a needle recessed in the opening at the end. Clearly they want you to inject yourself before moving on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|CyDark]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CyDark]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If the space left in your bag was filled with tennis bracelets and pendants it would go waaaaay further than anything else! Grinning, you set off towards the upstairs hallway where the master bedroom is connected, avoiding further pressure plates and laser wires. Guyer has this hallway waaaay more secure than the one where his kids are... jackass.\n\nStill, once you actually get inside the bedroom, you know you're fairly safe... Lianna has to be free to move around the room herself even once the system is in 'late night' mode, after all. You glance over at the bed, using the mask's built-in sensors to check Lianna's breathing and heartrate... looks like she's nice and deeply asleep, covered by an expensive and soft-looking blanket. Wooonder what she's wearing under it?\n\nOf course, it's not like you have to try and catch a peek to see her in something sexy. Lianna's a model after all... specifically, a lingerie model. While your passing research has informed you that she's now mostly retired, she still does the occasional shoot, especially for ads targeted at mature married women. You pause in front of a small framed poster of what looks like her most recent shoot, a Valentine's Day ad that you definitely remember seeing in several magazines (and jerking off to, because damn). Lianna is posing in that way that doesn't quite make sense except in lingerie ads, leaned forward a bit with arms raised, red hair artfully disheveled, turquoise eyes heavy-lidded and warm, subdued seductive smile in place, simple but obviously expensive gold earrings shown off as well. Her large breasts are hugged by lacy red satin with little bows on the straps, and she's bent forward and jutting out her hips at just enough of an angle to show off both the front of the matching panties and that the patterned back is see-through without it being too obvious to get into a proper mainstream ad.\n\n<img src="images/LiannaGuyer.jpg">\n\n'Damn, he seriously cheats on <i>her</i>?' you think, breaking away from staring at the poster to shake your head, mourning the state of poor Lianna's marriage even as you dump a few more of her possessions into your bag. You followed Guyer a few times just to make sure he didn't have some sort of remote activation thing for the security, and even caught a look at his mistress... skinny, no boobs to speak of, nose like an endangered condor and hair that looked like one of those cheap wigs women wear in bad spy movies. You guess it's true, for some guys the biggest turnoff about their wife is that she's their wife, and the biggest turnon about a woman that's not their wife is that she's not their wife. ... Jackass.\n\nYou pause in hacking the system for the main jewelry safe, and glance over towards the bed. You can't help but think... Lianna must be pretty, y'know. Pent up. Or whatever women get, is it still 'pent up' for them? You followed her a few times too and saw zero evidence she's cheating on her husband in return. Hm. Hmmmm. HMMMMMMM. ... Hm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just grab the jewels and go.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Why not... pluck a different jewel? Heh, heh, heeeh.|PalCat2x1]]

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

Let's see what this 'Succubrew' can do. You briefly consider coming up with a way to make Ranma drink it herself, then decide nah... too much trouble. So you just summon it up in 'mote' form and fling it at her while the sim's still paused, waiting until the flickering little light's been absorbed into her body to collapse the menu.\n\n"Huh?" Ranma blinks a few times, as if already noticing something's changed. "Hey... I feel kind of... weird and... hot," she murmurs, squirming around in place, her breathing starting to quicken and her nipples stiffening under her shirt.\n\n"Hm? What's wrong?" you ask innocently, widening your eyes appropriately as she raises a hand to one of her breasts and starts kneading it through the silk, tucking her other hand between her legs.\n\n"D-dunno! My head's suddenly filled with all these... l-lewd thoughts, and... d-dammit I can't stop myself!" she blurts, looking down at what her hands are doing as if only having now noticed. But instead of stopping she lets out a loud moan, hunching forward a little, her hips starting to buck and twitch. "Fuuuuck it feels way too good, I can't stoooop!"\n\nYou watch as those nipples get longer and thicker, her breasts swelling outward, the one she's kneading pillowing even further against her hand. At first you think they're getting even bigger faster than they are, but then you realize that her top is shrinking, getting rapidly smaller and sliding up to bare her belly, the material darkening and changing as it grows tighter and smaller on her breasts. Her pants too have retracted, hugging up against her legs, ass, and crotch that even with her hand in the way rubbing, it's obvious she's no longer wearing anything under them.\n\n"Fffffuck I feel so hot," Ranma groans as a red ring starts glowing around her blue eyes, her lolled-out tongue gradually getting longer as her ears start to stretch upward slightly and narrow to points. "I can't... I can't stop thinking about pe-... about di-... <i>cocks</i>," she groans needfully, bucking her hips hard against her fingers as her pants shorten into hot pants and continue to shrink, the silk shifting into leather, her slippers starting to turn into high heels that raise her ass up even further.\n\n"What, like this one?" you ask, deciding to abandon subtlety as you fish out your stiff prick and start stroking it while watching her changes.\n\nRanma's head turns and her eyes lock onto your prick, instantly going all the way red as she hisses, "Cooooock!" Without hesitation she sinks to her knees, hands gripping your hips as black gloves appear on them and start sliding up her arms. In a single smooth motion she swallows your cock all the way down, making you shudder and moan at the feeling of her throat squeezing around you without even the hint of a gag reflex. Your cock bulging up her slender throat coincides with the appearance of a collar around it, snug and leather and obviously stretched just the tiniest bit by your girth. Her shirt has completed its transformation into a thin leather strap that just barely covers her nipples, the front of it attaching to a gold ring that seems to practically say 'cock here' for a forward-on titfucking. Her pants have turned into a high-riding black leather thong, her arms sheathed in high gloves and her legs in thigh-high boots with heels.\n\nSucking your cock also seems to be accelerating her physical changes, every stroke of her head along your length causing them to proceed. Her skin is gradually darkening to a bluish-purple color, and little horns are pushing out of her forehead, upward-turned ones to no doubt make sure they won't interfere with enthusiastic suckjobs like the one she's currently giving. Little wings have sprouted from between her shoulderblades, and a thin, spade-tipped tail has pushed out of her lower back, the wings getting a bit bigger and the tail rapidly growing a lot longer. You groan as you feel Ranma's tongue coil completely around your prick, with her even drawing back and just jerking and stroking your length with nothing but it, even sliding it forward to tease over your balls before slipping back forward and swallowing the whole length down.\n\nYou're not sure where the thought comes from, but you suddenly find yourself thinking, 'Better snap that choker if I want to keep her under control...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Ignore the thought.|RanDeb]]

Apparently these potions will cause bodily changes to Ranma, and there's quite a long list of them. Skimming over, you try to pick out some that might be the most interesting to make a 'top to try' list.\n\n[[Succubrew|RanDeb13x2]] - Pretty straight-up stuff, it looks like it will turn Ranma into a succubus... a sex demon. That could be pretty fun, you bet she'd get a cute outfit and a heavy sex drive.\n\n[[Succubrew EX|RanDeb]] - Apparently like the above, but she'd also gain a big fat cock. Because of course that's an option.\n\n[[Milky Milk|RanDeb]] - A potion that will turn Ranma into a cowgirl... you doubt it means she'll gain a cute hat and boots.\n\n

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

"I'll come out with you, sure," you agree, setting aside the controller and hitting the all-purpose 'Off' button on the nearby remote, since you hadn't made any particular noteworthy progress yet.\n\n"Oh, wonderful!" she chirps, putting her hands together. "I know they might not be <i>too</i> exciting, but having you along will still make my day!"\n\nYou have to admit that hearing stuff like that sort of makes it worth it, even if you do get bored. You pull on your shoes and hop up, following her to the elevator, where the two of you ride down to the garage level. Climbing into Hazel's satin black Austin Healey (the top currently up), she sets off and out through the city, which you take the opportunity to get more of a look at. It's not like you've been a <i>complete</i> homebody the last two months, but most of your excursions have either been to school, to a few places near the building, or at night, not giving you much of a chance to actually see the city in its day-to-day glory. ... Huh, it really does look like those old Britcoms that PBS licenses for cheap doesn't it? You're not sure why that's a little weird to you but it is.\n\nEventually Hazel pulls the car up to the curb outside what looks like a small curio/magic shop, and the two of you get out. Rather than going right in, your mother pauses at the door and knocks three times on the left side of the doorframe, before opening it and letting you proceed in ahead of her. You blink a little at the sight ahead of you... while the interior isn't any <i>wider</i> than the appearance of the shop (barely enough for two rows of shelves in the middle as well as the ones along the walls), it seems to go back... well, further than you can see, the back of the shop actually disappearing into the distance despite being a straight shot.\n\n"The book I need will be a ways back, I'm afraid," Hazel muses aloud, frowning a little, before giving you a smile and ruffling your hair. "Eric darling, please stay here. And I know you might be inclined to get curious, but try not to touch anything, alright? I'll be a half hour, tops, but just look with your eyes. Ah, or head around the corner, there's a little comic shop there I think, but no further than that, alright?" She plucks a twenty euro note out of seemingly thin air and presses it into your palm, then heads off down the aisles, turning to the side at one point and effectively disappearing from view.\n\nHuh. Well, you did know she was a witch, after all. Still, getting so casually Diagon Alleyed is very weird. You absently take a look around the nearby shelves, noting that they mostly seem to be filled with an assortment of small glass and crystal objects that practically beg to be picked up and fondled so that they gleam in the light.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look with your eyes.|RunFF19x1]]\n\n[[Look with your hands|RunFF6x1]]\n\n[[Look for that comic shop.|RunFF5x2]]

... Okay, being honest with yourself... being an effectively immortal hot girl who is basically designed to get molested by men and monsters...\n\n... it sounds kind of fun.\n\nBlushing some, you reach out and lay a hand on one of the figure's breasts. Just like that, you find that you <i>are</i> her, and are standing in a room that looks like a sort of combination pub/hotel lobby, with counters nearby. There's also an auburn-haired woman in front of you, wearing a rather showy blue dress, smiling at you with a warm look in her pretty brown eyes, her large breasts covered by the dress's crossed front straps, the outer layers of the skirt white frills to vaguely resemble a maid's outfit.\n\n<img src="images/GuildGirl1.jpg">\n\n"Here you are, Protag-chan," she says in a friendly tone, handing you an engraved metal card, then resting a hand against her chest. "This card entitles you to take quests, fight in the combat arena, gather elite materials, and form parties. I'm so glad you've decided to join... after all, we need as many adventurers as we can, if we're ever going to defeat the Demon King!"\n\n"Oh, well, thank you!" you answer, grinning as you look at the card. ... Yeah it really just does read 'Protagonist' on your name slot, guess that's the default character name. Ah well! You tuck the card away, then consider. It's obvious she's giving you a few options for quest hooks, but this sim is probably pretty sandbox friendly. You could either follow up on something she said, or... well, do something else, like try out some of the functions of the sim, or you guess just head right for the obvious endgame. Would the sim reset after that? Interesting to wonder.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head out.|IseSimF]]\n\n[[Ask about quests.|IseSimF]]\n\n[[Ask about the combat arena.|IseSimF]]\n\n[[Ask about elite materials.|IseSimF]]\n\n[[Ask about forming a party.|IseSimF]]\n\n[[Ask for her help testing potions.|IseSimF]]\n\n[[Hit on her.|IseSimF]]

You take a few deep inhales and long exhales, then nod once. "Uh, right right."\n\n"Oh, and this is our maid, Goldina."\n\n"Am pleased to be making acquaintance, Master Eric," the robot says in a very thick and very bad Russian accent.\n\n"And since you weren't fully upright to appreciate it the first time...!" Achiko declares, and all of them raise what look a lot like party poppers and yank the silver cords at the ends. "HAPPY AWAKENING DAY, ERIC!" When they pull the cords, a lot of confetti and little streamers shoot out dramatically, along with that kazoo sound playing... although this time you can see the confetti and streamers flicker a bit in midair and then fuzz and disappear when they get close to the floor.\n\n"There's cake an' errything," Zende drawls in a lackadaisical tone.\n\n"Why don't you guys go ahead and make sure everything's set up out there?" Davis suggests, glancing around. "I'll help Eric get a little settled-in." The rest of the family makes vague approving responses to that and essentially bustles out of the room in a little clump, the door sliding open with the very faintest aggravated huff automatically ahead of and behind them. Davis glances at the closed door, then at you and grins a bit sheepishly. "I told them that's a sort of overwhelming way to wake up, but Awakening Days for new family members are kind of a big deal around here, so their enthusiasm got the better of them."\n\n"Thanks for the help," you reply, finally clambering out of the pod and standing up. "My head's still spinning. This is seriously the future?"\n\n"Yeah. Don't bother asking how far ahead it is... it's far enough that the conversion between this calendar and ours probably wouldn't be all that accurate anyway. Asked Santa for a new family?" At your own sheepish nod, Davis laughs. "Man, it's a trip, idn'it? Do some cringe shit you think you're too old for anyway, wind up waking up in the year three billion or whatever with this chipper-ass family and a wet dream older sister!"\n\n"Holy shit <i>thank</i> you for saying something about that I was wondering if I was gonna have to pretend it was normal to everyone forever," you say in a rush, letting out a relieved huff and slumping forward. "I couldn't even get out of the pod at first because of this stupid suit!"\n\n"Yeah fashion is sorta wild here too. Temperature control is pretty much perfect inside and out, and body modesty is waaaay down," Davis continues, adjusting his glasses a bit. "You can pretty much wear whatever you want, clothes are made on-demand and everybody's fairly live-and-let-live. Going completely naked in public is kinda looked at more like we'd look at someone walking around the mall dressed as Naruto than scandalous."\n\n"Inside and out?" you ask, glancing around and noticing that there aren't any windows.\n\n"Yup. We are living on the inside surface of a huge sphere that surrounds a sun... not even sure if it's the sun you and I know or some other star, records of pre-sphere stuff are kinda fuzzy." Davis shrugs. "So it's a whole interior environment. It has weather and stuff but it's basically completely controlled by... somebody or other." He shrugs again at that. "Honestly there's a lot of 'as long as it works I don't care how' going on here, guess that's what happens when you get to this level of casual super-technology or whatever."\n\n"Weird. So this is a house, or...?"\n\n"I think there's people that live in kinda normal houses like you and I remember, and even some that are other stuff closer to apartment buildings, but we're in an 'arcology'... it's these massive monoliths that jut up from the surface, very shiny and cool on the outside, pretty much like this on the inside. Arcologies are popular to live in 'cause they basically give you all the space you need or maybe even want, you ask it to take you to 'the pool room' or something and damned if it won't take you to a room with a pool. And as far as you can tell it's <i>your</i> family's pool, even if you didn't request it or buy it or anything."\n\n"What, so there's no money?"\n\n"Yeah, there's money, but there's basically no economy." This time when you stare at him he actually lifts his hands in the answering shrug. "They basically seem to treat it as kind of a social thing, like it's just a holdover from our times. Zenny practically lives at the mall, and she's always begging Dad for money to shop there 'cause the stores cost money, but if she wanted she could just come home and order the machines here to make her something almost identical. Either they're paying for it being <i>perfect</i> or they're doing it for fun."\n\n"... Huh." There's a million other questions buzzing through your head, but before you can arrange them for asking your stomach gives a loud growl.\n\nDavis laughs as you blush. "It's cool man, let's stop for now. Grab yourself a quick shower and some new threads and come on out, you're gonna love the food here. Stuff we'd recognize and some of the wildest-ass fusion cuisine you've never thought of. Never thought I'd be hooked on Scandinavian-Japanese lingonberry broth meatball ramen, but there y'go."\n\n"Okay," you answer a little dubiously, then glance around and notice there's only one door. "So do you and I share a bathroom or what?"\n\n"Nah, all your basic stuff is in your own room," Davis answers, pointing at a largely open corner with a panel on the wall with a single button and a round screen. "There's a bigger more 'normal' bathroom but just one and the girls like to hog it." At your glance he shrugs. "Again that just seems to be how they are. Just push the button and say what you'd like and you'll get it... though be prepared for the mechanisms to be kinda forward. Anyway I'll go tell 'em you'll be right out, welcome to the family bro," he adds, waving again before turning and trotting out.\n\nYou kinda feel like you got a little 'monkey's pawed' on the whole not-bound-by-tradition portion of your request. These guys actually seem to have a <i>lot</i> of traditions, just weird new ones. ... Oh well, you guess you'll still take that, especially since you're in the far future without much of a choice otherwise. Walking over to the panel in the corner, you hesitate only briefly before pressing the button, which causes a green line to light up on the screen. "Uh, 'quick shower'?"\n\n"<i>BRRRRRT, <b>QUICK SHOWER</b></i>!" the panel blurts back in a mechanical voice, the line wavering as it speaks. \n\nImmediately panels in the walls slide open, and rather cartoonish-looking robot arms (practically only lacking the white gloves on the ends) telescope out, making you yelp as they grab your arms and lift you off the floor. "H-HEY!" you protest as more of them unzip and then yank off your bodysuit, leaving you dangling in more ways than one as you're rendered abruptly naked. You're set back down, but before you can run away a torrent of perfectly warm water gushes down over you, surprising you enough as you're left blubbing and spluttering for more of the robot arms holding sudsy spunges to reach out and start scrubbing at you wildly (and taking rather more liberties than you would have thought with certain places), leaving you almost instantly completely covered in soap bubbles before they retract and the water turns into an almost solid column for a second, leaving you feeling submerged before the whole thing stops, and the robot arms hit you with blasts of warm air from what look an awful lot like hair dryers with wide openings and floating rings around the middles, causing your hair, eyelids, lips, and wedding tackle to flap around wildly before they too retract, leaving you clean, dry, and standing there looking like you touched an open wire.\n\n"<i>BRRRRRT, SHOWER <b>DONE</b></i>!" the wall panel announces, less than a minute after it spoke last, the screen going dark.\n\n"... Yeah, good, great," you murmur in a daze, staggering over towards what you think is the dresser.\n\nLuckily pressing the button on the dresser and asking for things is a little less emotionally taxing. It provides a brush to let you tame your hair in the largely normal-seeming if perfectly lit mirror above it, and when asked for clothing of various descriptions simply extends robot arms holding them. (You bet you could ask it to dress you but are leery of that after the shower.) You wind up with a clean, very shiny variation of your last outfit... a skintight long-sleeved black shirt that feels almost like wearing nothing at all, a loose white t-shirt, some normal (but yes still shiny, unless asked otherwise that metal cloth seems to be used for everything) underwear, and blue pants that are kind of like jeans. You do take a risk and ask it for just 'some really neat sneakers' and it provides a pair that look a lot like what Michael J. Fox wore in that super old movie, complete with power laces. How retro! And yet, future. Retro-future, yup. That is the name.\n\nYou walk out of the door into fairly normal hallway save for being practically chromed, and pick the most well-lit direction to follow, soon emerging into a room that looks like a cross between a seventies-era newly-decorated home and an episode of Deep Space Nine. (Wait would that just be the original series? It's kind of like the home version of the original series you guess.) The Dysons all give you another chorus of congratulations and the holo-poppers, but luckily only that before encouraging you to sit down and eat. Like Davis said, there's quite a spread and it's a very interesting mixture of world quisines... there's that ramen he mentioned which you think must be an acquired taste, and pizza (you guess the peas on top and side of pickles aren't too weird), some sort of firm pastry pockets stuffed with spicy taco meat and sweet bean paste, a tray of remarkably normal-seeming hamburgers (with some more exotic fixings on the side), and a cake with the icing marbled through it rather than covering the outside, strawberry cake with mochi icing.\n\n"Am hoping you are liking it, I am making everything myself," Goldina announces proudly, putting a glittering golden hand to her chest as she says it.\n\n"You cooked all this? Cool," you answer, giving her a smile.\n\n"Well, am cooking some, for the rest am pushing button and describing. But that is still making it all myself," Goldina asserts, nodding her shining head once.\n\nRiiiight, got it. Over the meal you chat some with your new family... as he said, Davis is from your time, though you don't ask for specifics since you doubt he wants to talk about why he wanted a new family any more than you do, until he says otherwise. Now that he's hear he's studying a lot of math and physics, since apparently people <i>are</i> still designing things like new engines to power vehicles and other technology despite having so much already, and he wants to be an engineer. Zende is going to high school too, though she describes everything other than cheerleading as "yanno, the normal classes'n'junk". Achiko is a full-time mother, and Geoff...\n\n"I'm what's called a 'cube reactor', and I gotta say, I'm one of the best!" he declares proudly, thumping his thumb against his chest.\n\n"So what is a 'cube reactor'?" you ask, since it sounds more like a futuristic power generator than anything else.\n\n"Well!" Geoff declares excitedly, gesturing with his hands emphatically as he explains. "First off, you have your 'media reactor', a person who watches something and reacts to it for people to watch, usually people who are fans of the media. You've got your basic reactor-reactors, people who just react to those reactors, very basic, but slightly more advanced are the trio reactors, people who watch three reactors at once and react to them! But me, I watch <i>nine</i> trio reactors at once and react to all of them! It's very important stuff, my stream has a lot of subscribers, though of course my boss is always breathing down my neck to get more," he adds with a slightly tired sigh.\n\n"... Wow." Clearly vlogging has really taken off in the far future. Curious, you tilt your head a little. "So what are the original reactors reacting to?"\n\n"... Uhhhhh..." Geoff cups his chin and stares down thoughtfully.\n\n"Well, no need to get bogged down in unnecessary details," Achiko declares, giving a little flap of her hands. "The important thing is that your father works very hard reacting to videos all day and it's important for us to support him like the loving family we are, and getting more loving all the time with our new addition! Speaking of which, Eric, I know it's only your first day, but do you have any thoughts on what you'd like to do with your own future?"\n\n"Uhhhhhhh." Well that's sudden. You pause with your current burger halfway to your mouth, suddenly feeling pretty on-the-spot.\n\n"Don't sweat it, she's basically asking if you want to go to school or not," Davis pipes up. "Everyone that intends to do <i>something</i> as a job to earn money goes to school. Like, they don't train you for anything specific unless you actually ask for particular classes like I did, but otherwise they just give you the pretty standard classes and rely on you to figure out what you wanna do yourself."\n\n"And if I don't want to go to school?" you ask slowly, glancing at your new parents.\n\n"Pft, <i>lame</i>, school is where all the friends are, when they're not at the mall," Zende scoffs quietly.\n\n"Zenny," Achiko chides gently, before smiling and looking at you, though Geoff has a bit more of a stern expression. "Well that's up to you dear. Basic food and necessities are available to everyone, and you'll always have a home, especially with us! Most people just find it more fulfilling to find a job and earn their own money to spend on things they enjoy!"\n\n"Yeah or spending the money of people who do," Geoff murmurs, before giving a quiet 'oof' as his wife elbows him gently in the side. He coughs and rubs the back of his neck, then shrugs. "I mean, it's not like we can promise you'll get your dream job. I never exactly dreamt of being a cube reactor when I was your age. I actually wanted to be a character reactor..." He gets a rather dreamy look in his eyes, gazing off into the distance. "Pretending to be an immature jerk, constructing elaborate mythologies and storylines about my character and those of other character reactors, crafting epics years in the making, all of it while clips of the media I'm supposed to be reacting to flash briefly on the screen..." He gives a longing sigh, then rubs his chin. "But, I just didn't quite have the chops for it. Never could get the necessary grades in my 'abusing offscreen employees' classes."\n\n"There there, dear, you still got <i>excellent</i> grades in 'sexually soliciting fans'," Achiko says soothingly, rubbing her husband's forearm before looking back at you and giving you a smile. "But yes, why don't you at least go ahead and give school a try, dear? Some structure and even a bit of homework are very nurturing for growing boys, I think!" she declares in an encouraging tone.\n\nEnh. You don't know that you agree... ... on the other hand, the fact that you can probably find something to do as a job, or at least won't be homeless and starve, even if you get bad grades and suck at school kind of takes a lot of the pressure out of it. It would obviously make your new parents happy if you agreed to go... but they don't seem <i>that</i> gung-ho about it that you couldn't say no if you wanted to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to school.|RunFuture]]\n\n[[Skip it.|RunFuture]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GYA!" \n\nUnbalanced by the suddenness and strangeness of that, you try to spin around to face your presumed attacker, but wind up overbalancing and falling on your practically bare ass, yelping a bit and then reaching back to rub it with one hand. "Itaaaai..."\n\n"... Does that usually happen?" a fairly calm, even voice inquires.\n\n"Dude, that <i>never</i> fuckin' happens!" another boy's voice snaps at him.\n\nYou open your eyes, looking up at the group assembled before you, and blink a few times. You feel like you're fairly used to colorful characters, but this lot definitely takes the cake. The one in the lead, who's holding your mask and looking at it curiously, is dressed all in black, with a long coat with oversized, dramatically-flared collar and a perfectly-arranged hanky tucked into a breast pocket. Flanking him are a tall, slender blue-haired boy in clothes that wouldn't look out of place... somewhere that you think you come from... and a semi-traditional Japanese kitsune festival mask. On the other side is a boy that looks a bit like some sort of biker thug, complete with metal skull mask perched on his face beneath his shaggy blonde hair. A bit behind them is a girl in an extremely form-fitting set of motorcycle leathers, and a riveted metal mask covering the upper half of her face.\n\n"Hey. Hey." The blonde steps forward and prods at you with the bat he's holding, which you're still a bit too stunned to protest. "Turn into black goo and then a monster, already."\n\n"Skull, just where are you poking her?" the girl in back asks with a flat look.\n\n"... Eh?" 'Skull' looks down to where the end of his bat is lightly indenting one of your breasts, then yelps and leaps back, hands raised. "I didn't mean it! Accidental! Seriously, I'm not that sort of guy!"\n\n"You're a different sort of guy, an idiot," the girl declares, punching him in the back of the head and knocking him forward.\n\n"Who are you?" the one in the lead asks curiously, stepping forward and squatting down in front of you to bring himself closer to your level.\n\n"I..." You trail off, frowning, putting the fingertips of one hand to your cheek. "I don't... know. I can't... seem to remember."\n\n"Guys, there's a safe room nearby!" an energetic voice declares from seemingly nowhere. "Bring her here so I can have a look!"\n\n"Don't be afraid," the black-clad boy says, offering one gloved hand. "We're not going to hurt you. Come with us."\n\n"... Okay," you answer, laying your hand in his, since you're not sure what else to do at this point. Realizing you have no real memory of who you are has thrown you off badly enough that you're willing to accept any friendly face at this point, even if it is wearing a mask.\n\nA few moments later you're sitting in a room that strangely seems to keep wavering back and forth between the opulent, mildly lewd furnishings of Queen Maiko's palace and what looks like some sort of storage room for a theme park, to judge by the glimpses of a mascot suit head sitting on some boxes. You're sitting on a plush, comfortable chair that occasionally briefly turns into a metal folding one as a ginger girl wearing a rather froglike headset peers at you, the others gathered around with their masks pushed up to reveal their faces.\n\n"Well, she's not a Shadow," the frog-girl declares. "Obviously, since you could bring her into the safe room. But I think she was in the process of becoming one!"\n\n"Becoming a Shadow?" The blue-haired boy ("Fox") asks with a frown. "Can that happen to these programmed characters?"\n\n"I don't think so, but that's the thing, she... um, sorry, you," the redheaded girl ("Oracle") continues, turning to you and pushing up her headset to reveal large glasses and a youthful face. "You were a real person, right? Before you got zapped into this computer?"\n\n"I..." You frown, struggling. "I think... maybe? I kind of... almost remember... some big ray gun thing... and maybe being in a computer landscape?"\n\nOracle nods, still looking just a bit too cheerful as she turns back to the others. "A lot of the Shadows we've seen were probably drawn into this Palace the normal way, but the virtual masks also seem programmed to gradually turn anything with a spark of humanity into a Shadow. And yes it's possible!" she declares, pointing at Fox before he can speak again. "A human without a body is just a bunch of thoughts, impressions, and memories... that's basically what a Shadow is already. The only difference is that a human without form still keeps their sense of individual identity, instead of becoming just another representative of the collective consciousness, like the 'standard' Shadow types we see. But strip away that identity..."\n\n"And the human becomes a Shadow, loyal to the Palace they're already in," the other girl ("Queen") picks up, shaking her head. "That's awful. I'm so sorry this has happened to you," she continues, addressing you directly.\n\n"I... I'm still kind of struggling to understand all this," you admit, hanging your head. "So you're saying I was someone else, out in the real world... which this isn't?... and then I got pulled into a computer..."\n\n"And your identity was overlaid with a programmed one in the simulation," Oracle picks up. "Which already weakened your identity, and that mask was weakening it more. Once it had completely wiped out all sense of self, both original and virtual, you'd have become nothing but a roaming form of thoughts and half-memories that we call a Shadow... probably a Succubus," she adds in a mutter, eyes flicking down to your chest.\n\n"People whose desires become twisted and perverted to the point of obsession develop a sort of mental construct deep in their subconscious minds called a Palace," Queen picks up. "And using a phone app we stumbled across, we can go into a Palace, steal the original obsession the Palace formed around, their Treasure, and cause that Palace to collapse, wiping out their obsession and making them realize the error of their ways."\n\n"So that's what you were here for? To steal Que-... Maiko's Treasure, and make her see the error of her ways? What for?"\n\n"Maiko's one of the top people in charge of that 'Digitizer' thing," Oracle cuts in. "We're hoping if we change her heart, she'll see the error of her ways, let everyone trapped in the virtual world out, and maybe even destroy the Digitizer! Just..." She slumps a little. "There's a few problems with that."\n\n"The first is that Maiko has somehow Digitized her own Palace," Makoto explains further. "She's deliberately stabilized it, and can even enter it and interact with her own Shadow, her inner self. We've... never seen anything like that before, we're not entirely sure whether stealing her Treasure will even cause the Palace to collapse like usual or not."\n\n"The second is that Maiko has kidnapped a member of our group, and we need to find her before anything else," Fox picks up. "Else we're not sure what would happen when we do collapse the Palace."\n\n"Thaaaat <i>bitch</i>!" Skull snarls, slamming a fist into his palm. "If she's done anything to Ann, I'll-!"\n\nThe leader... Joker... waves him to silence, which he settles into sullenly, before speaking himself. "We need to look for clues to our friend, Panther's, location in this virtual world. It's possible that at the same time, we could also find clues about your identity too. We could-"\n\nThe door suddenly swings open, a small black and white form bounding in and bumping it closed behind itself. "Hey guys!" the short, upright creature calls, striking a pose with its (hands? paws?) on its hips and oblong head raised, showing off the yellow bandanna around its neck. "I'm back from my scouting mission and MEOWLY CRAP!" it squeals, flinging said paws out to the sides. "They're huge! Moo-eow?!?!"\n\nYou stare with wide eyes, pointing at the odd little creature. "Wha... what is this?"\n\n"Huh? Oh that's Mona, he's our ca-" Skull starts to say, only for Mona to leap up and punch him in the back of the head, staggering him.\n\n"I'm Mona, senior Phantom Thief and Palace explorer, and <i>don't call me a cat</i>!" Mona declares, adding a distinctly feline hiss.\n\n"You wanna go, bitch?!" Skull shouts, lifting his bat.\n\n"Let's go, double-bitch!" Mona shouts back, suddenly brandishing a pirate cutlass.\n\n"Ahem." At Queen's pointed throat-clearing, both quickly settle down, looking contrite.\n\nJoker shakes his head with a rueful smile, then looks at you. "We could use all the help we can get. As you might be able to tell. But we won't force you to come with us. One of our members has been staying outside in the real world to keep watch... you can stay with her instead, if you want. Or you can come with us and help look through the Palace for clues."\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to leave, at least for now.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Joker seems kind and a good leader.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Fox seems coolheaded and competent.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Queen seems powerful and commanding.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because Futaba seems to know what's what.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because it's important to find Panther.|Homura]]\n\n[[You'll help, because YOU WANNA CUDDLE MONA!|Homura]]

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

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

You laze on your throne in the opulent brazier-lit Egyptian aesthetic room you've crafted as your inner lair, smirking at the sounds of faint explosions and shouted attack names from the halls outside. The Senshi fighting the token handful of jackal youma you seeded about the area specifically for them to fight. You want them to think this is just another case of their friends being kidnapped by the villain, after all, in order to savor the sweetness of their downfall.\n\nWhen the quartet of remaining Senshi burst into the room, already striking a dramatic group pose in order to declare your imminent defeat, they balk at the sight before them, Sailor Moon's mouth left gaping open in shock. The first thing they see, of course, is that the room is filled with far more jackalmen than the halls outside, these rather larger and obviously more powerful, as well as completely naked, erect cocks jutting up, almost every one pointed directly at them as the youma huff and pant eagerly at the arrival of fresh fuckmeat. The second thing, arranged almost directly in front of them so as to draw the eye, are their three friends, Rei, Haruka, and Michiru all attired in token skimpy Egyptian-style garb and jewelry, including obvious slave collars, and all three with their eyes rolling and tongues lolled out, mindless smiles of brainless pleasure on their faces as they're fucked in the ass by your jackalmen. The next thing they see, of course, as their eyes track to your huge golden throne, is your stiff prick jutting up from your lap, a hard pillar of ebony flesh radiating all the power you've acquired from the complete mental subjugation of their friends.\n\nAnd ah, there it is, the moment you were looking forward to, absolutely glorying in the thought of, as the power of the energy radiating from your cock hits them and begins to crush their will beneath it. That brief instant where they try to fight, realize it's pointless, and that they're about to become mindless fuckpets for the rest of eternity. That split second where their nipples are already stiffening, their pussies already starting to soak through the crotches of their slutty magical girl outfits, and where they have just enough of their own minds left to realize they've already lost, just like that, just from looking at the cock that they already know will be the center of their universe until the end of time. And then it's gone, just like that, all four of them's bodies relaxing and serene, contented smiles coming to their lips.\n\n"Ohhhh, that feels soooo much better," Sailor Moon murmurs, gazing dreamily at the jackalmen starting to approach her, and giving a coo of delight as two of them grip at her costume and rip it from her body, tearing it into as many shreds as her sense of self and just as fast, leaving her naked save for her boots, gloves, and tiara.\n\n"Yeah, I never realized how much it sucked to have to pretend to be a real person instead of a life support system for hot holes and fat tits," Jupiter agrees happily as she, similarly stripped, is pushed to her knees amidst several more of your guards.\n\n"I'm so glad that I'll never have to think again," Sailor Mercury moans sensually, her gloved hands stroking the long, thick members of the two jackal youma currently fingering her pussy and ass, and squeezing at her own pert little breasts. "It was so stupid to ever do it in the first place!"\n\nSailor Venus says nothing, because she's already bent over, jackalmen slamfucking her throat and ass, the slutty blonde bucking herself back and forth between them like the bitch in heat she was always destined to be.\n\nYou chuckle, watching more and more of your youma converge on the newly-subjugated senshi to begin using them to the breaking point... well beyond, actually, but subjugated to your power they'll be quite resilient, even with four thick black cocks stuffed in every hole as they're likely to get before the night is over, and the night to follow, and an infinite number of nights to come. You yourself are in no hurry to make use of them, you think as you begin to stroke yourself slowly... fuckmeat is fuckmeat, whether it's fresh or used. Instead you begin to concentrate everything that's left of all seven's self-determination, willpower, and any thoughts and dreams that didn't involve pleasuring cock, pushing those concepts through your body and into your balls, gradually converting them to cum so that you can spill them out onto the stone floor, to be soaked into the ground and forgotten.\n\nWhere they belong.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>Seven Senshi slaves, crushed wills edition</i>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"S-so... you're saying I could have a pretty cushy life as... well, a slave?" you say slowly as you start to gather your wits. Admittedly your decision may be somewhat influenced by having just been used as a sex toy and really enjoying it. \n\n"Mmm, quite," Ssyren says with a snicker, putting a fingertip to her lips and watching you as you wobble to your feet. "You're full of potential, and almossst a perfect age for maxssimum appeal. If I take you to my friend, ssshe'll sssee you're put in an auctssion with the bessst prossspectsss."\n\nYou waffle over it for a few more moments, before just nodding to signal your assent. You're already sort of a slave anyway, you think as you watch Ssyren tuck away the cups and put up flaps around the cart (which is apparently enough to deter thieves around here?), then let her rest a hand on your shoulder and start guiding you through the market. You're basically already a slave anyway, and it sounds like you'd be taking your chances winding up as a worse-off one in most of those options. Might as well... lean into it and just try to get the best situation you can.\n\nIt's not a very far walk, as you suppose you shouldn't be surprised that the biggest places to sell slaves are quite close to where the ships full of helpless new arrivals dock. It's close to the edge of the desert and you can see a number of pens and even stages of various sizes and quality. You even passingly recognize a few of the naked caged people from your ship, obviously having been snagged right as they came down the path. (You're fairly glad you hung back now, even if you are heading in the same general direction.) Ssyren leads you to one of the larger setups, one that's actually a rather large building, and shows you inside, simply giving the naked, collared, spear-bearing wolfmen at the door a wave in passing.\n\n"Ooo, if it isn't Ssyren," a slightly thick and liquid but still feminine voice says. You can't help but stare a bit at the figure approaching. Maybe she and Syren bonded on being mutually purple, though this person's skin is a smooth and sort of squishy-looking almost neon purple, and she's showing off at least as much of it as Ssyren is, wearing little up top but a gold necklace with a number of little gem-studded chains draping over her huge breasts, and a "skirt" that's made of the same. Though she has fairly normal-looking arms and legs, she also has a number of long, wriggling tentacles, both replacing her hair and with larger ones sprouting from her back, one of them lifting and waving as she approaches. One of the more slender hair-tentacles cups under your chin and tilts your head up, her glossy black eyes looking amused. "And what's this you've brought me?"\n\n"A new boy, Lash, who wantsss to offer himssself to your tender mercssiesss," Ssyren says in a rather teasing tone, even as you're internally quailing a bit at the thought of what an actual tentacle monstergirl's mercies might be like.\n\n"Oho, a willing offer, hm? And fresh off the ship... well, not that fresh," Lash notes with an obvious glance at your cock, which is still just a bit damp with Ssyren's juices, the reptilian woman getting an interesting expression of mingled smugness and sheepishness. "I suppose I can't bill him as <i>completely</i> virgin then. But he's in a very desirable demographic," Lash adds as she gently nudges your head about to look you over. "I'll take good care of him, no worries. And I'll send you a little something for your trouble."\n\nSsyren gives a short bow, then you a cheerful little wave before she trots out. You're not really sure what to say, so you just stand there and allow Lash to lift your arms and poke your belly and back with her tentacles, blushing as several of them tease and fondle your cock, making it harden again. "Ooo, very responsive, and not too big, not too small by natural. You're just almost a perfect canvas for a buyer to mold as they wish, or even leave you and enjoy you as you are. Now... for right now we'll call you Six, since your new owner might want to rename you."\n\n"Ah, okay... I mean, um, yes, mistress?" you try, doing your best not to squirm.\n\n"Ooo, eager to please too! Mmm, that's always the problem with getting in such a quality bit of merchandise, you get tempted to keep it," she says in a sort of bubbling coo, following it up with a giggle that sounds a bit like water gushing out of a fountain as she wraps one of her thinner tentacles in a coil around your stiff shaft and gives it a few strokes. "How about that, pet? Skip the auction and I keep you instead? I'll work you much harder than some noble who wants you for a harem boy, but there are quite a few benefits to being the slave of a slaver, not least of which that I'm generous with allowance. What do you say, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|RunCI]]\n\n[[Decline.|RunCI]]

Tapping the 'Guided' option, the screen scrolls to a new one with more text.\n\n'In Guided mode, the Orgasmatron will begin with a very generalized pleasuring program, and the user will be prompted at intervals to supply further direction. Please choose initial program:\n\n[[Pleasure|RanOrgtron2x2]]\n\n[[Masochism|RanOrgtron]]'

Ooo, slave training huh? Apparently the Orgasmatron does conditioning like some of the other stuff does. Since that piques your interest, you tap that button.\n\nA slot in the ceiling of the Orgasmatron opens, and an arm with an open metal band much like the manacles lowers down. Ranma's too distracted by her exhaustion to even notice until it clicks closed around her neck, making her 'Mmf?!' in surprise and straighten up again as the arm retracts but the collar remains in place.\n\n"You will obey. Good girls obey. Good girls get pleasure," hidden speakers in the Orgasmatron say in a soft, soothing, somehow utterly convincing female voice says as the magic wand raises back up and the buzzing starts again, Ranma giving another "Mmf!" and trying to squirm away from it. The moment she does, the buzzing stops, and the voice says, "Bad girls who don't obey get punished." There's a soft crackle and just the faintest visible bit of electric discharge around the collar, Ranma letting out a loud "MMMMF!" as her body lurches.\n\nYou watch and stroke yourself for the next little bit as the Orgasmatron returns to its use of the vibrators to tease and pleasure Ranma, while also giving her bits of instruction here and there: "Press your pussy against the wand. Good girls get their pussy stimulated." Of course at first pretty much every time she does the exact opposite, and quickly gets shocked for it... which honestly kind of works for you too, watching her tits bounce and her body writhe around so prettily in reaction to the zap. You notice that the first few times she does obey it's probably on accident, just some random twist of her body making her obey a command like "Present your tits to your Master", but the resultant pulse from the vibes that gives her a fresh rush of pleasure is obviously hard to ignore, and bit by bit the shocks start coming in response to fewer of the commands.\n\nAfter a little while the voice and the buzz of the vibe stops, and Ranma slumps again, panting and gasping through the gag. She squirms and mewls muffledly as the wand retracts completely into the base, and gives a particularly adorable embarrassed/stimulated squeak as a pincer hand snags the cable of the egg vibe and pulls it out of her ass, the pink device swaying and dripping with lube as it's pulled back into the Orgasmatron. Then Ranma looks down as the floor panel opens up again and extends a new armature... this one tipped with a pair of pink rubber dildos. "Mmmf! Mmmf mmmf mmmn!" she protests, shaking her head wildly again, only to freeze up as the Orgasmatron's training voice says "Good girls get their holes fucked."\n\nThat pause is all it takes for the dildos to swing into position and then push into her slick holes, Ranma giving another muffled wail through the gag as she's actually filled by something cock-shaped for the first time, and simultaneously in both her pussy and ass. Then she gasps loudly as the gag is abruptly undone, but before she can make any actual attempts to shout for help or demand her release, a third dildo swings around and pushes into her mouth, leaving her to once again grunt out muffled noises as all three cocks start pistoning away into her holes with synchronized machine perfection.\n\n"Good girls suck cock. Good girls take cocks in their pussy. Good girls take cocks in their ass. Good girls tongue the cocks they suck. ..." <i>Crackle!</i>\n\n"Mmmmnf!"\n\n"Good girls tongue the cocks they suck." This time, the dildos in Ranma's ass and cunt buzz in vibration, apparently answering her tonguing of the one in her mouth and making her moan around it. "Good girls tighten their pussy around the cocks fucking them."\n\nYou bite your lower lip to muffle your own groan as you let yourself cum at the sight of Ranma already starting to give in to the demands to pleasure cocks, your own shuddering as you spurt a heavy load over your fingers to dribble down your balls. A show <i>and</i> a slave, definitely a good pick on this!\n\nEventually the machine stills, the dildos retracting a short distance, all three dripping with different fluids as they leave Ranma again slumped in place, her lips parted as she breathes hard, apparently for the moment too tired and orgasm-fuzzed and embarrassed by her obedience to say anything. The tablet beeps again and, after spawning a towel to clean your hands off, you pick it up.\n\n'Stage one slave training complete. Slave's obedience level: Minimal. Please choose further training, if any, for your slave.\n\n[[Obedience.|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Oral training.|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Pussy training.|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Anal training.|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Breast training.|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Complete.|RanOrgtron]]'

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

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

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

Well, why not? It is tradition, even if it's a tradition you're a little too old for. You follow the sign, and eventually find your way to a winding line full of children and parents. After you've shuffled forward, and spent a few minutes peering towards the front of the line to catch a glimpse of Santa's setup, you realize that some of the "parents" in line actually don't have any kids with them. It looks like at least some fully-grown adults are standing in line to see Santa too... well at least that makes you feel a bit better about it.\n\nThe line's not quite as long as for your average rollercoaster, but it is a few minutes before it moves ahead even a little each time. Well, that figures. But eventually you're close enough to see that Santa's setup is a huge chair made out of a ton of oversized candy canes that look like they've been melted together to form a massive festive throne. Sort of reminds you of something, but you can't quite put your finger on it. The guy they've got as Santa Claus certainly looks the part too... big, jolly, quality costume, real-looking beard. He seems to be seating older kids and even some of the adults on his lap without problems, guy must be dedicated.\n\nAs your turn comes up, you spot some of the attendant workers... there's a sort of ugly-looking male "elf" with what looks like candy smudged all over one side of his face, standing beside the throne holding a candy cane as if it were some sort of weapon. Santa needs a bodyguard? But there's also some of those cute female "elves" that are showing people up to Santa's lap and then leading them away. You glance around, trying not to look too impatient as the elf attendant leads the rather professional-looking adult man in front of you up towards Santa... besides, you feel sort of embarrassed for him, despite being here to sit on Santa's lap too.\n\n"You're next, dear," the elf girl chirps, drawing you out of the momentary daze you'd fallen into. You look towards the peppermint throne and see the other elf girl leading away a skipping, cheerful-looking little blonde girl. Hey, did someone linejump you?! ... Oh well, no point in bitching about it now, if so, you're already walking up the steps and being guided, somewhat embarrassingly, to sit on Santa's red velvet-clad lap.\n\n"Ho ho ho! Hello there, Eric!" The man in the Santa Claus outfit booms jovially, patting you on the back.\n\nYou blink. "Uh, how'd you know my name?"\n\n"Why, Santa knows everyone's names, of course! Now, you've been a bad boy with some of the things you've done lately... but Santa understands why you did them, and knows that deep down you have a good heart." He pats you on the chest with his other leather-mittened hand. "So you just tell Santa what you want, and I'll make sure it comes true!"\n\nA weird chill goes down your spine as you realize you believe him. You stare at the twinkling blue eyes beneath those bushy caterpillars of white eyebrows as he grins at you. "... Really? Anything I want?" you ask in a tone of awe.\n\n"Hooo ho ho! Absolutely <i>anything</i> you want!"\n\nYou stare for a moment more as you think. Anything you want... and what you really want is...\n\n<hr>\n[[A new family.|XmasFamStart]]\n\n[[A place to live.|XmasHomeStart]]\n\n[[Lots of sex.|XmasSexStart]]

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

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

"I mean... yeah I was probably being horny too," you admit, your face red. "Miss Lancer <i>is</i> really hot, and the thought of making her super turned-on was... well..."\n\n"Mm. I see. Well, it's probably natural for teenage boys to let their hormones tint their decisions," Hazel says with a bit of a sigh, tossing the paper onto a nearby chair arm. "But you really do need to think more clearly from now on. I suppose to help with that, I'm really just going to have to help you keep your arousal managed."\n\n"Uh, wait, what do you me-" You start to ask, then your eyes widen as your mother sinks to her knees in front of you and in quick, efficient movements undoes your fly and tugs your underwear down.\n\nOf course if the image of Miss Lancer getting stuffed with horsecock weren't enough to do it, all the talk of arousal and lust spells has gotten your cock nice and stiff already, and Hazel coos softly as it springs out. "Oh my, you're really rather decently endowed, sweetheart," she compliments as she wraps a hand around it and starts stroking you off right there in the entryway.\n\n"Uh... uh, M-mom?" you squeak, then just groan loudly as she leans forward and slides her mouth over your cockhead, her tongue swirling around it in an obviously thoroughly-experienced way. Her other hand slips down and into your underwear to cup your balls gently and lovingly, rolling them around softly as she bobs her head just slightly, mostly focusing on sucking the head of your prick and working it with her tongue. Her other hand is just as gentle about jerking you off... if you'd ever pictured a 'motherly blowjob', well, this would be it. And obviously between both the surprise and it being your first time, it doesn't take you long before you're groaning loudly and spilling your load into your witchy mother's mouth.\n\n"Mm!" Hazel gives a soft sound of pleasure as your cock shudders in her fingers, milking you slowly and gently until you're finished. She draws back, smiling sweetly and taking a second to show you your cum smeared all over her tongue, before she closes her mouth and swallows. "Well you were just a tad pent up, dear, no wonder you were making decisions like that," she says as she stands up and then leans down to dust off her knees, her tits pressed-together and jiggling between her arms.\n\n"Wha... wha...?" you stammer.\n\n"Oh, darling, you'll learn that we magic users have very open minds about a lot of things," Hazel says cheerfully as she gently tucks your cock away for you again, zipping your pants up for you and redoing the button as if helping you dress for your first day of school. "If your arousal is such that you're letting it guide your decisions about what spells to cast, you need a clearer head. So from now on, I'll make sure and fuck you regularly, alright?"\n\nYou're not really sure what else to think, so you just sort of nod numbly.\n\n"Good! Now, let's go ahead and not tell your father," she adds with an easy little grin that she puts a finger across, as if urging you not to mention going out for a before-dinner bowl of ice cream. "Despite all our years of marriage, he can still be a bit old-fashioned, and might not understand that it's perfectly healthy for us to do a bit of fucking here or there. Now, tonight, once he's either in bed or safely ensconced in his lab for the night, I'll come visit you so we can fuck properly, alright?" she adds, giving your crotch a light squeeze.\n\nSwallowing heavily, you nod again, and Hazel gives you a sunny grin before walking off. Still shocked, you stare after her, then as an afterthought snag the paper with its raunchy photo before heading back to your room.\n\nThe rest of the night is admittedly a bit odd. The rest of your new family is acting completely normal, including your mother, to the point that you'd almost be able to imagine that getting sucked off in the hallway and her saying you'd continue that night was some sort of fever dream. Well, right up until she reaches over and gives your balls a gentle squeeze through your pants under the dinner table, as if to say 'soon', a twinkle in her eye as she does.\n\nAs you flop out on your back on the bed that night, just wearing some pajama pants, you have to figure that whatever Hazel says she's probably as glad of this opportunity for her own sake as yours. It sounds like your dad, the genius inventor, spends more of his nights in the lab than fucking his hot wife's brains out. ... Speaking of brains getting fucked out, you glance over at the paper where you tossed it earlier. ... Damn, that is a really lewd, really sexy picture of Miss Lancer they published for everyone to see. It's actually less censored than some Japanese porn you've (allegedly) seen!\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it away.|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Jerk off to the picture.|RunFF]]

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

You look her up and down, and think back on just how many days you've been wanting her, but being good, being upright, being gentle, despite the nagging, gnawing, animal need of this body chewing on your mind. Suddenly that cool, feline languidness from when you first woke up here closes in all around you, and it's with a great calm that you know what you're going to do. You give her a light pat on the cheek before rising and walking over to the vanity. "I'll be right back."\n\nAmanda blinks in surprise, turning her head to follow your path. "Eirk? What are you doing?"\n\nYou don't bother to answer, focusing on rummaging through the various bottles and jars of cosmetics and whatnot that a wealthy lady apparently keeps stocked for her female guests. You pause briefly to pull off your shirt and shove down your pants, and resume your search naked, not bothering to notice Amanda blushing and watching with a confused look. But finally you find something that will work... a bottle of some sort of oil, with a faintly sweet scent to it. You walk back over towards the bed, your cock swaying in front of you, and stop at the side.\n\n"You know, Amanda, it seems like you've really been enjoying being on the arm of a wild woman," you say in a musing tone, using one hand to hold your cock angled up and beginning to drizzle the oil onto the tip with the other. She watches you with wide eyes, not saying anything. "Clinging to my side as your big strong protector, counting on my savage looks and barbarian strength to protect you." You drop the mostly empty oil bottle to the floor and begin using both hands to stroke over your cock, rubbing the oil over the smooth skin until it's shining almost like a mirror in the moonlight. "But now that it comes down to it, you want a civilized lover in the bedroom, to be the refined prince you've always dreamed of."\n\nYour hands lash out with the quickness of striking snakes, grabbing the front of Amanda's nightgown and tearing it open, her full breasts spilling free. She's too shocked to do more than give a reflexive squeak of surprise, her eyes still wide and her cheeks flushed. You're on the bed in a flash, flipping her onto her front and grabbing her hips, yanking her ass into the air. You roughly pull the torn-open nightgown off her back, leaving her fully naked before you. Wasting no time, you move into position, shoving her face into the pillow just before you start jamming your oil-slick prick up her virgin asshole. Her shriek is nicely muffled as you relentlessly push forward, sliding more and more of your fat pole into her pink little pucker.\n\n"I think <i>this</i> is what you need!" you growl as you begin working your hips, forcing an inch at a time up her tight rear hole, your other hand squeezing one perfect pale buttock roughly. "I think you need my big! Amazon! Dick!" With every word you thrust forward harder, making her cry out into the pillow each time. "Up your little! Princess! Ass!" You grind your hips forward until you can feel your balls pressing against her still virginal pussy, and bare your teeth in a wicked smile as you feel wetness actually dribble along the skin of your sack. "Well?!" you demand, yanking on her hair to turn her head to the side.\n\n"Yes," she whispers, barely audible as she gasps for breath.\n\n"What's that?" You leer down at her, lip curled to show one rather pronounced canine tooth. "I don't think I quite heard you. Was that you telling me you've been wishing I'd rape you ever since you met me? Because I can always pull out..." As if to make good on it, you begin slowly dragging your cock out of her stretched hole, making it a good inch before she cries out in need.\n\n"Yes, yes!" Amanda blurts, clenching the sheets in her hands and trying to work her hips back towards you. "I've been wishing you'd r-rape me! Please, r-rape my li-little princess ass! Rape my ass, please, Eirk!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Well, you heard the lady.|ShemaleBarbarian19x2]]

She's basically caught you, so you let out a sigh. "Yeah, I did. I made a lust potion, and a potion of lucky coincidence, and one to slip the other to Miss Lancer."\n\n"Now since she did this instead of having some sort of illicit rendevous with you, I can only assume you did it for reasons other than merely being in heat yourself," Hazel continues, raising an eyebrow as you blush. "What were they?"\n\n"... Well, honestly, she was really mean," you admit. "She didn't really seem that interested in teaching, she just spent most of her time looking for ways to embarrass students or get them in trouble. Everyone was sort of miserable in her classes."\n\n"I see. So you thought you'd teach her a lesson, or as it worked out, remove her from the equation entirely." Your mother turns the paper around again, eyeing the picture. "Out of all the options available, why the lust potion, though?"\n\n<hr>\n[[To teach her empathy.|RunFF]]\n\n[[... well it's not like you were <i>un</i>horny when you did it...|RunFF22x6]]

You kind of want to see Miss Lancer try to teach class while dealing with soaked panties, you think with a smirk as you start mixing up the lust potion. It's a pretty simple thing... just a handful of ingredients, very straightforward instructions on making it. You've gotta figure that either it's just not that hard to cause someone to feel lust, or various witches and wizards have found this such a useful potion that they've refined it down to the simplest and quickest form to make.\n\nYou pause though as you come to the last ingredient... or rather, the last optional ingredient. Specifically, whether you want to add some of your own cum to the mixture. If you do, Miss Lancer's lust will be focused entirely on you... when you're there she'll be thinking about wanting to fuck you, when you're not she'll find herself fantasizing about you. If you leave it out, then it will just be a generalized lust potion... she'll be horny for everyone and everything, and when she finally cracks she'll probably fuck the nearest available person. Obviously one would be the most beneficial to you... but the other could have some pretty amusing possibilities too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Add your cum.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Finish it as-is.|RunFF22x3]]

You're kind of interested to see what happens if Miss Lancer is just made generally horny... you'll still be able to take advantage of it if you want, after all, maybe in some very fun ways. Finishing up the potion, you pop it into your bag. ... Hm, actually, that took so little time that you've got basically all night.\n\n... Oh! A Potion of Lucky Coincidence! You start putting it together, grinning. Basically a good luck potion, it will cause one beneficial coincidental happening immediately after drinking it. You do have to use up one or two of the rarer ingredients your mother gave you to practice with, but it will definitely be beneficial to getting her to drink the potion.\n\nThe next morning in class, just as Miss Lancer is wrapping up her first half of the lecture and heading for her desk, you covertly take out the Lucky Coincidence potion and swallow it. (Good thing you kept them in different pockets and they're different colors, you definitely don't need to go making yourself any hornier.) Just as you're quickly putting the vial away, Miss Lancer picks up her mug... which slips out of her hand and falls to the ground with a crash.\n\n"Oh, of all the..." She scowls down at it, then sighs, glaring at the class as if it's somehow their fault before snapping, "Dibbons, get the broom and tray and clean this up! Amazing, go to the dining hall and get me a new mug." She writes off a quick note and shoves it at you, as if you had personally smashed the cup to the ground. You try to look properly humiliated and ashamed of yourself (for doing nothing) instead of grinning as you take it and scurry off. You almost wonder if you didn't wind up making the lucky coincidence potion stronger than usual because when you ask for the mug, the cafeteria lady goes ahead and gives it to you full of tea, making it easy to dump in the lust potion.\n\nYou return to the class and hold out the mug, and she actually glares at you as she takes it, before blinking a bit at realizing it's hot and full. "Oh. This is the kind I like. I will have to thank Doris," she says evenly, the thought of thanking you apparently never crossing her mind as she shoos you off to your seat with a wave of the hand. Still, you try not to be too put out, instead just smiling to yourself as you watch her start drinking the tea.\n\nMiss Lancer starts looking flushed fairly quickly, and by the time she's finished the entire mug, her nipples are standing out under her blouse. She clears her throat as she stands up and begins delivering the lecture, but there's some obvious strain in her voice, and she sounds distracted. Her cheeks are a bit flushed, and she obviously seems a bit more scattered than usual by the end of the class.\n\nYou're kind of disappointed that you won't be seeing her again until the end of the school day, and mildly worried that she'll crack before you even get back to her class, but the potion shouldn't have been quite that strong, and Miss Lancer's obviously strong-willed anyway. And indeed, by the time last period rolls around and you return to her classroom, she does seem a little frazzled and out of sorts, but she doesn't look like she's been ravished by anyone. Her face is definitely flushed as she starts the new lecture... and her voice has gone breathy and sensous, practically dripping with desire as she reads a passage from a book that's rather saucier than what she'd normally use in class, you're betting. You definitely note that more than one of your male classmates has popped a stiffy... heck, more than one of your female classmates looks turned-on, blushing and squirming a bit in their seats.\n\nObviously she notices she's lost a bit of control because she cuts off, then clears her throat and announces, "Free study period, please," before making her way back to her desk and sitting down. Everyone seems relieved to turn their attention to their books and homework rather than that display... though more than a few of them are, like you, covertly keeping an eye on Miss Lancer instead. You can see her struggling to resist her impulses, but eventually a hand sneaks down beneath her desk. From the faint motions of her arm, you can guess exactly what she's doing... rubbing herself through her panties. She's doing a masterful job of muffling herself, but it's also obvious she's becoming more and more desperate. The potion's arousal isn't something that could be dispersed just by masturbating, as you're pretty sure she learns as she shudders and leans forward over her desk, lips parted in a silent moan of orgasm that clearly doesn't actually provide any release. She'll need to get fucked, good and hard, and several times, or it will never let up.\n\nAlmost a full fifteen minutes early, she clears her throat, obviously fighting to keep her voice steady as she says, "Class... dismissed." There are a lot of very confused glances exchanged... but just as quickly the students shove their things in their bags and leave, some of the boys "subtly" sliding their bags around in front of their crotches before they stand.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay behind and fuck Miss Lancer.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Follow Miss Lancer home.|RunFF25x1]]\n\n[[Go home yourself.|RunFF22x4]]

Okay so maybe your dick has weighed in more heavily than your brain on this decision, but having the beautiful, sexy, and let's face it bitchy Miss Lancer fall in love with you is too good an opportunity to pass up. You're only human! A teenage, male human.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day pondering how best to slip her the potion. You notice that once per class, she slips into the sort of closet/back room, and emerges shortly after with a mug of tea. Aha... all you'd have to do is get to class early and line the mug with the stuff while it's still sitting out on her desk, that should be plenty! \n\nKeeping yourself in control despite your eagerness, you wait until after dinner that night to return to your room, and set out the materials on your desk. Okay, let's see here... there are several variants of the potion you could use, to different effects.\n\nOne is a simple [[infatuation|RunFF]] potion. Rather than a full-blown love, it would make her more have a fairly hefty crush. The benefit of it is that you could make it so that it would essentially be permanent... while it wouldn't proceed beyond the level of a crush without you actually nursing it and properly coaching it along, she wouldn't be able to stop crushing on you for... well, ever, basically. Obviously that would be the one to go for if you just wanted to improve her attitude towards you a bit.\n\nThen there's an actual [[love|RunFF]] potion, one that would make her fall deeply in love with you right from the start. That one would be the easiest to get results from... she wouldn't be completely and totally at your mercy, still able to keep her wits about her and deny your advances when she really wanted, but overall still head over heels and willing to throw at least some caution to the wind.\n\nAnd there's a potion of [[utter devotion|RunFF24x1]]. In other words, she'd not only be in love with you, it would be an unshakeable, all-consuming love where she'd do absolutely anything you asked of her, no matter how she felt about it. Admittedly a very tempting, if very labor-intensive option... and, if you look at all the angles, the one you're most likely to get yourself into trouble with. ... Buuuut...\n\nAnd then there's the easiest variation of all, a [[lust|RunFF22x2]] potion. It wouldn't completely override her shame and better sense, like the lust spell you were considering using earlier would have, but it <i>will</i> essentially put her into heat, causing a building arousal that will just get more intense the longer it goes on until she <i>does</i> crack.

"Oooo, being a demon sounds cool, I wanna be a demon!" you answer eagerly. You'd probably clap your hands if they weren't being held by tentacles. \n\n"Um. ... Yes, very well." Still seeming a little put off by your enthusiasm, Hellex nevertheless smirks. "Then you shall pour out your soul into my pussy, mortal!"\n\n'Huh, I wonder if they digitized my soul too? Is that a thing? Could I actually <i>do</i> that?' you think in mild concern... before you're distracted by Hella turning around and bending forward. Despite it being covered in brown fur, she has a <i>really</i> nice ass, and you can feel an amazing amount of heat and wetness from her crotch as she starts rubbing it against the tip of your prick. You moan loudly as she starts pushing back, your cock disappearing into that mass of damp fur without you even being able to see her pussy as it envelops you, but it definitely feels infernally good. Soon that big round furry ass is pressing up against your hips, her little goat-like tail giving a wiggle before she starts rocking back and forth, working herself on you.\n\n"Yessss, give yourself over to the pleasure, mortal," she coos, though you're hardly resisting, moaning loudly and enthusiastically as she works herself on you. Her tits sway beneath her, the dangling little inverted crosses glinting in the dim red light of the cavern, her eyes flashing as she looks back over her shoulder at you. The tentacles you're dangling from allow you to sway lightly in the air, the impacts of her ass sending you rocking back lightly before naturally swinging forward into her more, one of her hands reaching out to squeeze her own butt and give it a slap. "Feel your humanity slipping away!"\n\nYou can feel yourself changing, and you have to admit it feels <i>fucking fantastic</i>, almost as much as Hellex's wicked, furry cunt wrapped around you. Heat is rushing through your body, carrying with it a sense of pleasure as it washes away all other sensations, leaving you seemingly awash in it. Your skin flushes, then darkens further to a deep, all-over red. Your cock is starting to grow and swell with every stroke of her pussy over it, turning darker as your balls grow heavier beneath it, a ring bulging out around the center... and though you can't see it, you begin to feel the extra drag and stimulation as the head of it spreads out into a flare inside of her. You pant heavily at the feeling of horns starting to grow from the sides of your forehead, curling back from it, pressure in your mouth as your teeth sharpen, a sort of strange pleasurable ticklishness spreading across your legs as they grow fur and start to change shape to more closely match Hellex's.\n\n"Do it, mortal! Give up the last of your mortality, cum out your soul into me!" Hellex cries as she works herself back against you more feverishly, her wings beating to add strength to her thrusts as she does. \n\nYou're not entirely sure if you're really cumming out your soul, but it's definitely the strongest orgasm you've ever had as you empty out your newly huge and black-skinned balls into her, letting out a long, heady groan as you do, shuddering and twitching with the feel of it. Hellex mmms, slowly leaning forward and letting your still-hard cock slide out, giving just a glimpse of her actual pussy spread-open and gushing cum as your equine member slides free.\n\nThe tentacles lower you to the floor, and Hellex turns towards you, grinning... now sporting a hefty horsecock of her own, just as if not more impressive in size and girth than your own. "I sensed something of the female already in you, my new pet," she coos. "Let's see if we can bring that out as well, hm?"\n\nSomething of the... oh, right, your character in this sim was supposed to have the same girl-curse Ranma did. You're not even sure whether you would have agreed to this before, but now you somehow find no problem with it, instead smiling and turning around, bending over to present your own toned, furry ass to Hellex. You moan loudly as her flared head pushes your tight pucker open and that thick shaft slides inside you, smoothly settling in deep until her balls are pressing against yours, before she begins to fuck you, cooing and urging you to give into the corruption even further, occasionally giving your ass a thwack with that riding crop as she does.\n\nYou moan loudly, with every thrust feeling your chest bulge out further, turning softer and rounder, your voice getting higher and sweeter every time her balls impact yours. Your waist grows more slender and your furry ass rounder with every thump of her hips against it, and soon you have tits even bigger than hers swaying and wobbling beneath you. You look over your shoulder at her, smiling shamelessly, your tongue lolling out of your mouth gradually growing longer and thinner, whipping back and forth with the eagerness to wrap around something long and thick and throbbing. Her balls are soon smacking against the wet fur over your pussy as well as against your own balls, your whole body shuddering as she fills you with a thick, empowering load of corrupted cum.\n\n"Now your transformation is complete," she purrs as she pulls out of you, her cock shrinking and fading away, leaving her once more fully female in appearance. "So, my pet, how shall we begin? Would you care to dive right in with wickedness to your family and friends, or perhaps you'd care to warm up with random acts of wickedness to captured mortals?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Friends and family.|HNDFriendList]]\n\n[[Random acts of wickedness.|HNDRandomList]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out, "lots". Apparently the population really was pretty devastated by the alien invasion, but the treatment devised as part of the fight against them has made you capable of knocking girls up pretty much on demand, and with genetically superior children who are immune to genetic diseases as well. So you're pretty busy over the next few years, spending practically every day being chauffered around in opulence suited to the hero who saved Earth, to your next appointment to impregnate somebody. Sometimes the grateful women moan about how happy their husbands or fathers or brothers or sons would be to know that the hero who freed the planet is there fucking them and knocking them up. Other times the fathers or brothers or sons or husbands are there watching you give the women in their lives a genetically engineered dicking, cheering you on or saluting you in pride with happy tears in their eyes.\n\nEventually your X-Bacterium enhancement develops to the point that the government informs you that it can be used against the remainder of the captive aliens in a new and effective way. And so your visits now include to the cells where the green-skinned space babes wait, haughty and sneering until you open your pants, at which point they can't drop to their knees and start sucking you off fast enough. After a few infusions of your cum, they're gradually converted into humans themselves... though most of their minds don't survive the alteration in their brain physiology, leaving them as little more than drooling, grinning, eager breeding sows to be used to replenish the human race.\n\nOf course in the early stages they become quite compliant and eager to please, quickly spilling the secrets of their technology in return for being dicked-down by the hero that defeated them (with the assistance of some other guy). Humanity will soon become an intergalactic force to be reckoned with, spreading across the stars, destined to assimilate the other races through the use of the Fuckmaster hero.\n\nOr at least that's what the epilogue text before the credits roll says as you stagger out of the theater, dazed and flushed. You blink around at the lights of the lobby, adjusting to the realization that it's actually only been five minutes, even though to you it felt like decades, maybe more.\n\nThen you hurry over to the ticket dispensors. You're pretty sure you can get in at the right point to the other in-progress showing if you wait about half an hour, though this time maybe you won't waste time and will just give Donovan a push...\n\n<i>Invasion from Planet X</i> end - <b>Fuckmaster Hero</b>

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ooo, tentacle demons and succubi and all sorts of fun stuff! Sounds good to you, you'd love to see this whole sim go full hentai doujinshi. Grinning, you tap the selection.\n\nImmediately the window closes, and there's a roll of thunder overhead as clouds start to form, lightning crackling between them. Then a bolt of it streaks down, striking the street not far in front of you and making you jump reflexively, despite being aware of your own invulnerability. Instantly a swirling, flaming portal spirals out from the struck point, starting to coalesce and open wide with the sound of shrieking laughter and bestial bellows.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oop, better run!|HNRStart]]\n\n[[Let's see where this is going!|HNDStart]]

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

Honestly, enough with delayed gratification. You walk up behind Ranma and give her a hard shove right in the back... apparently between your debug mode-improved stats and your status as invincible, that overrides any martial arts abilities of hers and with a yelp and a "Hey!" she flops to the ground, ass in the air and face almost in the grass. Just as quickly you're on top of her, one hand grabbing her wrists and the other reaching to yank down her pants and underwear, Ranma giving an outraged squeak of pure shock at suddenly having her ass and pussy bared. But you're just as quickly shoving down your own pants, and Ranma gives a loud cry as you shove into her asshole... mostly because at this angle it's more convenient and you're tired of waiting, but hey, it is nice and tight.\n\n"E-Eric, stop!" Ranma protests, but you ignore her as you start pumping your hips, instantly starting to fuck her hard and fast, using her like the masturbation aid she is. She wriggles and bucks under you, desperately trying to get you off of her, but is really only succeeding in helping get you off, the bucks and twists of her hips rubbing her round ass against you and moving her tight little hole around your cock. She cries out as your dick gives a hard throb and starts pumping cum into her... after all, why hold back? You're betting that since this is a sex sim, you won't exactly need a lot of rest. In fact you just keep fucking her even as you cum what feels like at least a pint of thick, hot jizz into her tight little violated hole, your thrusts both forcing it deeper inside her and causing more of it to spurt out around your shaft, sending it dribbling down her asscheeks, thighs, and over her still virgin pussy as she groans in complaint.\n\nRanma continues to berate you and struggle even as you fuck her now cum-lubed ass, but the fact that you keep ignoring her, don't stop, and seem to be completely immune to all of her attempts apparently gradually gets through to her. About the third time you cum in her ass while never ceasing to fuck her, her struggles start to fade, and by the fourth time she's stopped, just giving low grunts as your cum-smeared balls slap against her still otherwise untouched cunt, her body shuddering a little every time you hit home. 'There's a good little fucktoy,' you think smugly, putting a bit of extra oomf into your thrusts to 'reward' her for accepting the inevitability of you fucking her as long and hard as you want.\n\nEventually though you pull out, Ranma giving a soft groan of relief but otherwise not moving as you take a look at her gaping hole and the absolute mess of cum sitting in it and dribbling out of it... in fact it looks like her belly might be bulged up a little, bared by her shirt sliding up to under her breasts, nice. While you're thinking about it, you grab the shirt and tear it off, Ranma giving another yip as you do and then yank her pants off as well, leaving her naked. You pop open the menu and browse the items, then spawn a pair of them before grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards a tree. For a moment she seems so shocked that the whole thing isn't over that she doesn't resist, just limply letting you haul her across the grass, before she tries to scramble to her feet and struggle away from you, curling a fist and striking several times. ... Huh, kind of feels like someone thumping you gently with their finger.\n\nYou force her back down to her knees and bend her forward, then start tying the unbreakable rope you spawned around her wrists, forcing her to basically hug the tree tightly. Her struggles do little more than making her tits jiggle underneath her, and while you're at it you toss a few loops around her middle and then back over the tree, making sure she'll stay up and in position. As a finishing touch, you shove the ball gag you'd spawned in her mouth, instantly muffling the string of verbal abuse she'd rallied to start slinging at you. Fastening it snugly, you move around behind her, taking a moment to enjoy squeezing and kneading her cum-smeared buttcheeks, or leaning forward to cup and jostle her big tits, Ranma continuing to growl out protests and promises of vengeance through her gag. Tch, looks like she hasn't learned her place qui~te yet!\n\nLuckily, you've now got her in the perfect position to do as you like at your own pace, especially now that you've taken the edge off with a good seven or eight orgasms. You do take a moment to pop the menu open and adjust your dick sliders upward just a bit more... y'know, to teach her a lesson. Then you rest a hand on her ass and use the other to rub the thickened tip of your cock up and down between her pussylips, Ranma bucking against the tree, her muffled noises suddenly turning a bit more pleading and desperate. "Mmf! MMF!" She bucks and wiggles, then arches her back hard, tits bouncing as you shove in, giving an even louder "MMMMMF!" as you stuff your enlarged prick into her up to the hilt on the first thrust, her eyes rolling and body trembling as you stretch her previously virgin little pussy beyond what just about any human guy would be able to do.\n\n'Hm, nice, that's definitely a different sensation than her ass,' you think as you grip Ranma's waist and start pounding her pussy. 'It might've been a bit looser but sizing myself up stopped that... ooo, she's getting wet, too, what a slut,' you think smugly. Indeed Ranma's still complaining through the ballgag and struggling against the rope, but her pussy is getting noticeably wetter around you... her mind may not have given in to the inevitability of getting fucked, but her body has completely now, and you can see her nipples harden and her skin flush, her eyes going a bit pleasure-glazed even as they roll and drool runs down the sides of her chin.\n\nJust like before you don't bother to hold back when you cum, nor do you stop your thrusting, creampieing her tight, quivering cunt even as you continue to fuck it hard and fast, Ranma shuddering and mewling through the ballgag. You think you can almost pick out a word, which makes you wonder, <i>does</i> the sim allow for pregnancy? Eh, who cares. Not your problem, you think smugly again as you just start pounding into her faster and harder, your hips punishing her ass and your thrusts driving her against the tree some with every pump. You definitely feel her pussy squeeze around you not too long ahead of dumping your second load into her, and her sounds of protest gradually turn into slutty moans, albeit each one carrying a heavy dose of shame as she gives in to the inevitability her cunt has already accepted, that she's going to get fucked and she's going to cum and it's not going to stop until you're done.\n\nEvery so often you pull out and stuff your prick back in her ass for a few minutes of thrusting, and the first couple of times that gets a muffled yowl or arch out of her, but eventually even that ceases to surprise her, and she just moans lowly through the thick red rubber ball between her pretty lips whichever one of her holes you're fucking. Eventually you pull out, giving yourself a few strokes with one hand and spilling your last load all over her ass and back as she shivers, leaning heavily against the tree and huffing softly through her nose, her belly now very definitely bulged and rounded with the amount of cum you've poured into her gaping, thoroughly used holes.\n\n"Whew. That... was fun," you declare, grinning. This is definitely your favorite new video game! Shame you had to get into it by basically being kidnapped. Oh well~. You continue to stroke your cock lightly even as your fading libido leaves it finally starting to go soft, examining the mess you've made of the tied-up redhead. You glance up and notice the sky is starting to gradually darken... it's getting well into evening, looks like. Hm... what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Stay and break her completely.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Finish her off.|RanDeb]]

Grinning, you pull out the pocketwatch again. "Okay, is this what you want?"\n\n"Yessss," Mai groans, wiggling a little in excitement as you step in front of her, leaning in as you drop it to the end of its chain and let it start swaying. Her lust-glazed eyes turn even more glassy and quickly empty out completely, her eyelids drooping, her excited breathing slowing, but her body otherwise still showing every sign of the arousal of before.\n\n"Can you hear me, my good little hypnoslut?" you chirp cheerfully.\n\n"Yes," she drones back in response, though maybe it's just your imagination but you detect a thread of lust lurking somewhere in the monotone.\n\n"Alright, good. Now I'm going to give you some fresh new commands, you'll enjoy that, won't you?"\n\n"Yes... want... commands," Mai murmurs, actually shivering a little despite her deep trance.\n\nOh wow, making her get turned on by being hypnotized and control really got seated in there deep, huh? You guess it's probably self-reinforcing or something. So let's see, how to start... ah, here we go, a precaution first of all.\n\n"Alright, Mai, first of all I want you to always follow my orders, no matter what. That supercedes any other condition I put on you, that you'll always do what I tell you to do. Got it?"\n\n"Yes... always... obey."\n\n"Alright, good." There, now even if you give her some command to behave a certain way, she won't go out of your control or something. With that in place you can be confident about having her do anything that seems fun!\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her a masochist.|HLMai]]\n\n[[How about an affection addiction?|HLMai]]\n\n[[Stupid pet tricks.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Give her an oral fixation.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Something a bit silly.|HLMai]]

This was one of the more daring ideas you had, but the more you thought about it the better it was likely to work, and build off of the fact that Mai is already into you. "Alright, Mai, here's the deal. You'll remember me taking out the watch and hypnotizing you. You'll also remember me using it to control your mind and make you obey me. The thought of me using mind control on you will turn you on, so much that you won't even care that I was the one who made it do that. The thought of me ordering you around and you obeying will make you happy and give you pleasure, and the thought of me altering and messing with your mind through hypnosis will give you a happy buzz like a miniature background orgasm. Understood?"\n\n"Yes," Mai murmurs, though you can't help but notice a little shiver run all through her body and her nipples standing up even harder through the thin flaps covering her tits as she says it.\n\n"Alright, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up, kiss me, and thank me for making you my hypno-fetishist slave." You hesitate only a second before snapping your fingers to end the trance.\n\nBut obviously you shouldn't have worried, since Mai immediately steps in and throws her arms around you, hauling you close so that her breasts pillow against your chest as she locks her lips to yours and thrusts her tongue into your mouth. Obviously uncaring that she's kissing a teenager in semi-view of all these people, she gently works her body against yours, moaning into the kiss, and doing so even louder as you reach around to squeeze her effectively bare ass. After a few seconds she breaks the kiss, practically panting as she says, "Thank you for turning me into your hypno-fetishist slave, Master."\n\n"Yeah?" You shudder a bit yourself, cock having gone achingly hard in your pants. "How's it feel to think of me controlling every bit of your life and treating you like a trained animal?" you ask, slipping a hand between her legs to feel for yourself, not surprised but very pleased to find her tiny little panties plastered against a pussy that immediately soaks your fingers just from that light touch.\n\n"Nnnnh, fuck, I'm cumming some just thinking about it," she moans, wiggling her hips. "Holy shit I <i>really</i> don't care that you made me feel this way it just feels so good... I definitely want to be your hypno-slut, especially if you do something like making me think I <i>am</i> a trained animal!" She pants softly, staring at you with eyes glazed from arousal this time rather than a trance. "Please, order me to do something right now, make me do something, please!"\n\n"Okay, uh... ditch the panties," you order, slipping your hands back and grinning.\n\nThere's not even a brief hesitation as Mai brings her hands to her hips and yanks at the little string ties that are almost hidden by her sash, yanking the dripping, transparent white scrap of cloth off of herself and moaning softly at finding herself that much more exposed in public. "Oh yeah that felt amaaazing. W-what next, Master? We've got all day, right?!"\n\nOoo, so eager. Hm, whether to take her home and play with the watch some more, or stay out in public and order her around?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to the apartment.|HLMai13x3]]\n\n[[Stay out and about.|HLMai]]

"Let's head back to the apartment, and I'll play with your brain a bit more," you tell Mai teasingly, giving her ass another squeeze and feeling your fingers sink into the firm-yielding flesh gently. Damn her butt is just as good as her tits, and now both are all yours.\n\n"Hhhaa... p-promise?" Mai moans, wiggling her hips a little bit before giving a quick nod. "Alright, let's go then!"\n\nThe two of you make the walk back to her apartment building, with you freely reaching over to squeeze her ass or even slip your fingers between her legs. Though even she might have said it was a little much to do in public now, either the thought of you acting controlling over her with your fondling or the promise of hypnotizing her again means that all she does in response is muffle her moans and walk with an extra slutty strut beside you.\n\nBy the time the two of you walk into the apartment, her inner thighs are soaked, and Mai practically collapses onto the couch, panting hard between parted lips, her face flushed and lightly gleaming a bit with sweat, legs spreading shamelessly, the front flap of her outfit immediately soaking and plastering against her pussy the moment it makes contact, clearly outlining the cleft between her plumped-up lips. "E-Eric... I can't take it anymore... p-please hypnotize me, or order me around or s-something, please," she groans, putting lightly-trembling hands on her inner thighs and spreading her legs a bit more.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hypnotize her.|HLMai13x4]]\n\n[[Order her around.|HLMai]]

"Sure, I'll be right there," you answer after your brief consideration. \n\n"Great, see you then!"\n\nAfter you've handed the phone back to Wiz and let her hang it up, you take a moment to drop the watch on its chain and sway it back and forth, once more putting her under almost immediately. "Wiz, from now on you'll get naked every time you see me. You'll obey me and serve me as if you were my slave, and think it's perfectly normal and even pleasant."\n\n"Yes."\n\n"Alright, wake up."\n\nWiz blinks herself awake, then smiles and waves cheerfully again, making her bare breasts bounce. "Goodbye then, Master Eric! Enjoy your lunch with Mai, please come again soon!"\n\nOn your way to the meetup spot you consider... as noted, Mai is already pretty much willing to fuck you and do just about anything you want, and even sent you off to the shop with the intention of finding new fun things to do lewd stuff with. So you don't really need the watch to convince her to do naughty things... but you could use it to convince her to do naughty things that even she might balk at, or things she might laugh at the idea of, or that wouldn't be as authentic if she were just roleplaying. \n\nYou have a few ideas by the time you arrive at the kitschy little cafe, Mai waving at you from one of the tables. She's still in her skimpy little kunoichi outfit, so there's almost as little to stop her from jiggling around as when Wiz waved, attracting more than a few stares from the nearby tables as you step over to the table and slide in across from her. "Hey! Find anything fun at the shop?" she asks cheerfully as you pick up the burger she bought you (no doubt having cost as much as a steak at most restaurants) and take a bite.\n\nYou chew for a few moments before saying, "Yeah, but I'll show you in a minute, when we're not so visible."\n\n"Oooo, now that definitely sounds fun," she says with a giggle.\n\nThe two of you finish eating fairly quickly, Mai obviously almost as excited as you are, if for a slightly different reason. When you get up and dump your trash, you glance around and spot a nearby out-of-the-way corner around the side of the cafe and beckon to her, Mai's eyes lighting up (no doubt at the idea of more public lewdness like the two of you's introduction... guess it's not just a job for her, huh?). She follows you around to where the two of you are at least partially out of the way of the flow of traffic and only mildly less visible, where she says, "So c'mon, what'd you get from her?"\n\n"Oh, just this," you announce, holding up the watch and letting it drop and dangle from its chain, a few flicks of your fingers setting it swaying back and forth.\n\n"Huh? You got that from Wiz? Does that... mean it... hypno.... .... tizes," she murmurs, trailing off completely as her eyes go heavy-lidded and glassy, shoulders sagging as she leans towards you.\n\nOh hey, don't mind if you do! You take a moment to give one of her tits a few squeezes, before saying, "Alright, Mai, listen closely. From now on..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... you'll have no limits."|HLMai]]\n\n[["... you'll worship me."|HLMai]]\n\n[["... you'll get turned on by being controlled."|HLMai13x2]]

You emerge from a solid clump of wreckage, looking around at the ruined landscape around you curiously. Did... something happen? You're fairly certain something happened to you, and that something happened here, but it's... so hard to hold on to anything, your thoughts are scattered, it's almost impossible to focus on anything.\n\n"Here, looks like this one was a nice house, gonna see if I can get inside."\n\nWithout really thinking, you head through one of the nearby walls and towards the source of the voice. You seem to be in the ruins of a rather opulent dwelling, rendered dark and dusty by the ruins that are the top section of the sector seven plate. You stare at the man that shoves open the door, scruffy and dressed in dusty, stained clothes, the heavy pack he's carrying marking him as a looter. But as he sets the pack down and takes a look around, you can't help but draw closer to him.\n\nLife. Life. You want to be closer to his life. His feelings, his senses, his passions, his life.\n\n"Wha?!" the looter yelps as, from his perspective, the fly of his pants opens all on its own and spreads open, his underwear sliding down and his limp cock fished free of them, your fingers wrapping around the soft flesh of his shaft and indenting it, albeit unseen by him. Still, it rapidly hardens as you stroke it and reach through his pants and underwear to fondle his balls, feeling how warm they are, how full of life and how his pleasure radiates from him as you touch them.\n\nThe living man moans loudly as you slide your mouth and throat effortlessly over his stiff prick, your ghostly passage having no concept of a gag reflex. The deeper his hot flesh and blood prick goes inside your phantasmal throat, the harder it throbs and dribbles pre through you to spatter onto the floor, the more of your lingering concept of identity and memories of your human life fade away. Your unseen outline gradually fades and disappears along with your concept of self, until as his cock shudders and twitches and fires long jets of cum through the air unimpeded by your spectral self, you're left with nothing but a single purpose and drive...\n\n... to pleasure the living and bathe in the warm glow of their life and emotions.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|FFTL2axEnd]]

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

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

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

"So hey, could you tell me a little bit more about the combat arena?" you ask, resting a hand on the butt of OPcalibur and trying to sound casual.\n\n"Oh, do they not have the combat arena where you're from? Then certainly!" the guild girl says cheerfully. "The combat arena is a constant fighting venue where members of the Adventurer's Guild can face off against each other or against captive monsters. The arena's Mercy Enchantment means that no one actually dies in these matches, though obviously there can still be rather humiliating defeats. Matches can be done for gold, points, terms of service, or collars."\n\n"Ah, and what do all of those mean?"\n\n"Gold is obvious, it's a bet for who will win... you have to pay a certain amount yourself for a gold match, and if you win, you take that back, your opponent's entry fee, and an extra prize based on how many people came to see the fight. Points is a somewhat more nebulous system... you can enter for free, and each fight earns a certain number of points based on the arena's magic judging how entertained people were. In this way you can earn advancement in the guild, access to unique prizes and gear, or even a title of nobility. Terms of service is somewhat like a gold match, but rather than betting gold, you bet a certain amount of time in servitude to someone else... institutions like to use this system to gain service from adventurers, but since to do that they have to field strong warriors, adventurers are equally attracted since it means that those strong warriors would have to join their party. And finally, 'collars' is quite a simple system... the winner of a match gets to place a slave collar on the loser, and the loser therefore becomes their obedient slave."\n\n"What, forever?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.\n\n"Yes. As you might imagine, they're very high-stakes matches, but they're also very good for adventurers willing to take the risk to form a loyal party that won't break up on them."\n\n"Hm. So are there any differences in what the matches are like?"\n\n"Gold matches are typically between adventurers, though at the higher ranks you may instead be essentially challenging the arena itself, and instead fighting strong gladiators or monsters for the chance to more than double your bet. Points matches are primarily against monsters, but sometimes gladiators and even other adventurers may be pitted against you as well. Servitude or collar matches are always against other individuals."\n\n"Okay, think I've got it."\n\n"If you'd like, I could arrange a match for you? Just tell me what kind you'd like to fight, and I can take your payment if it's a gold match, and in any event send a message ahead to the arena that they can begin prepping for a match."\n\nWell, since you went to all the trouble of having it explained to you, you guess that you should probably fight in the arena at least once. What kind of match, though?\n\n<hr>\n[[Gold match.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Points match.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Term of service match.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Collar match.|IseSimM]]

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

"Sounds kinda good over at your place, really," you admit. "So I mean if you're cool with it...?"\n\n"I mean I'm cool with it, but the nice thing about it is that it ain't really my thing to say yes or no. You'd basically have to piss <i>everybody</i> off to get kicked out. ... So, uh, don't do that," he adds, hopping down from the bannister.\n\nWords to live by. In any event you head back to Sean's place and pack up the few belongings you've accumulated in your time in the city, mostly a couple of extra jeans and shirts and the cheap handheld, stuffing them in the also cheap backpack you picked up. You leave Sean a note explaining that you don't want to be a burden so you've found somewhere else to crash, and after a brief bit of consideration stop by the landlord's apartment and tell him the same thing: yeah you were crashing with Sean but you're moving on now. You're not certain that will actually avert the rent-raising, but you have faith in Sean's ability to handle it and understand... he told you to figure something out and you did, after all.\n\nYou meet up with Dex outside the building and the two of you walk towards your new home (or... whatever it would be). "So here's how it goes, man. People come and go as they like, so we don't really do like introductions or anything. If someone offers their name or whatever that's fine, but otherwise don't ask, just let 'em exist there same as you. If there's food or drinks or whatever in the kitchen they're there to be taken, if you leave stuff laying out it's okay for other people to use it but not take it, get what I mean? So take stuff when you need but put it back when you can, 'cause if you're always just takin' eventually someone will notice and you'll get called on it."\n\nIt turns out to be an old factory that was abandoned, then halfway renovated into apartments on the upper stories before someone's financing ran out and they too abandoned it. The bottom story is still mostly empty, with a scattering of garbage and probably scavenged stuff that someone has or had vague ideas of fixing up and hasn't touched again. The second level is a little torn up, with some sections of floor just having sheets of plywood put down over them while others have actual hardwood. There is, however, a kitchen area and as Dex informs you, a couple of bathrooms with working showers and sinks. There's not a ton of privacy though, you notice... the renovation didn't get quite as far as enclosing most of the rooms, so while there's areas that have been clearly set aside as sleeping spaces, with mattresses and mats laid out (in some cases in the actual sort of raised shelf-things that were apparently going to be built-in beds anyway), it's still a mostly open floorplan through the whole floor.\n\n'Guess it's jerking off in the shower,' you muse as you set your backpack down near an assemblage of other closed bags. You try not to think too hard about the fact that everyone else is likely doing the same. There's definitely some comforts, at least, including a television (old and a bit of a bad picture but functional) and even a game console (same state), which currently already has a couple of people playing. Everyone you've seen so far is in the same general vicinity of your age, and all guys, which you guess is to be expected.\n\nDex spends most of the rest of the day showing you where the best places to pick up the same sort of errands and odd jobs you've been doing are closer to the building, as well as places to avoid, specific people to watch out for, and which cheap places to grab some food are worthwhile and which ones will make you too sick to be worth it even if you're starved. Y'know, basic street stuff. It's getting late by the time the two of you get back, and you find that someone bought one of those big plastic bricks of instant ramen, the sort that cost about twenty bucks, and left it out on the table in the kitchen area. It's already been about half eaten, so you and Dex quickly grab two of the packs. You're almost a little weirded to find clean bowls sitting out, and then have it half-explained and semi-weirded that Dex just automatically cleans his bowl and sets it back in place once he's done. You guess this place really does function on everyone having to be a bit more mature than would otherwise be expected by a building full of teenage boys.\n\n"Eh, you either gotta wash it when you're done with it or wash one when you wanna use one, and it's just less effort and less gross to wash it after so I guess everyone got in the habit," Dex says with a shrug when you say as much to him (admittedly, while you're washing out your own bowl).\n\nWell, you'd already kind of made sure to learn similar habits so you wouldn't tick off Sean, so no skin off your nose. You are, however, a bit surprised when it hits around ten o'clock and the TV gets switched off and the cloths hung up above the windows get tugged down, and people start turning in, finding mattresses to flop on. "What, don't tell me there's a bedtime too?" you murmur to Dex.\n\n"Nah, just quiet hours. You can stay up or do whatever just gotta keep it down after ten 'til sunup."\n\nYou suppose that makes sense... and besides, you've had a long day, kinda. You flop down on a mattress on the floor in the general sleeping area, and it's not long before you've dozed off. You wake up later in the night to find that it's even darker, apparently everyone who had been up and lingering having turned in and turned the lights off, with just enough light filtering in around the coverings over the windows that you can kind of start to see as your eyes focus. 'What woke me?'\n\nThen you realize there's a low, quiet noise of skin on skin and some soft moaning coming from nearby. Turning your head, you look up at one of those 'shelves' where another mattress is, and see the source. Two of the other boys who'd been flopped on the mattress together are now rather closer... as in, pressed up beside each other. Both of them's pants are shoved down around their thighs, stiff young pricks jutting up, a hand wrapped around them and stroking gently. Not their own hand, though. They're also kissing, tongues almost visibly twining together as they jerk one another off, writhing gently in the dark.\n\nOh. Uh. Wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it, go back to sleep.|CC]]\n\n[[Watch.|CC]]\n\n[["Yo what the fuck?!"|CC]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sourly, you turn away from her and head for your room... only to pause at a quiet "Hey" and the sudden feel of her arms wrapping around you from behind. You're extra shocked as Elaine leans her head on yours.\n\n"I'm sorry, okay?" she says quietly. "I know dealing with this weird family's crap isn't always easy, I shouldn't have teased you."\n\n"... It's okay," you say after a moment, letting out a huff and leaning back against her some. "I'll deal with it. At least no one at school will know anything's different."\n\n"Well if anyone does give you any grief you just tell me, alright?" She brings a hand up to ruffle your hair. "Throwing bullies across rooms is what big sisters are for."\n\nThat does make you feel a little better, and you manage to give her a bit of a smile before heading into your room and flopping on the bed, quickly passing out.\n\nYou spend the next few days adapting to your new situation, which... isn't all that different, at least so far. Your vision's changed a bit and your body's a bit different, but overall once you get past the whole 'toilet use' hurdle you start feeling back to normal. On Friday your parents decide you're obviously ready to attend school again, and you agree... at least once you get back to your room. "HEY! Where's my uniform?!"\n\n"I hung it up on your closet door, dear!" Hazel calls back.\n\n"No, that's this thing!" you answer, walking into the room holding a hangar with a girl's blouse and a red plaid skirt. "This is a girl's uniform!"\n\n"Eric<i>a</i>, dear, for the time being you are a girl," Hazel replies patiently. "This is a somewhat traditional school and they are rather insistent about girls wearing the girl's uniform."\n\n"But-!"\n\n"Furthermore, I think this will do you a bit of good," she adds, ever more in that Mother Knows Best tone. "Boys should learn about the challenges of feminine clothing at some point in their lives, it will make you more appreciative of any women in your life once you change back. I also laid out the rest of your uniform on the bed, so go get dressed."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, then look at Sir Rupert... only to find that the knight and superhero is hiding from his wife behind a newspaper. Hanging your head in defeat, you return to your room and strip down, then examine the items on the bed... a plain white bra, simple white cotton panties, and black thigh-high stockings. Muttering all the while, you struggle a bit with the bra but manage to get it on and in place, still requiring a bit of finagling to get it something like comfortable. You decide to move on to the stockings next, since somehow the panties seem like a bit of finality, and sit down to slip them over your toes and pull them up, sheathing your legs, and then messing with running your hands up them to get them in place. Do girls have to do this every day?! ... No, they're probably better at it because they have more practice, you think as you step into the panties finally and pull them up, tugging them into place and blushing as you feel them sit snug against your butt and your pussy, the waistband stopping just under the base of your tail.\n\nYou spend a bit fussing with trying to put the skirt on and tuck the blouse into it before you realize it's really meant to work the other way around, putting on the blouse and putting on the skirt over it. You finally step into the pair of saddle shoes waiting by the mirror, and take a look at yourself while you're brushing out your thick, soft black hair. "Dammit, why do I have to be so cute?" you grumble, hoping you don't have to deal with the awkwardness of getting hit on.\n\nYou wind up being driven to school by Elaine today, her snazzy little BMW zipping through the streets probably a little too fast. (Man you hope you get a nice car soon too, you definitely think you deserve it after all this bullshit.) As the school building comes into sight, she glances over at you. "Are you sure you're ready for this, little sister?" her voice is half teasing, half serious. "If you'd like to play hooky, I can take the heat for it. We can go have fun instead."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Decline.|RunFF6x6]]

"Alright, alright, stop nagging me," you say with a sigh, rolling your eyes as you turn back to the wheel girl. "I guess I'll buy back my Shame, since my friend seems to feel I need it so much."\n\n"Understood~! That will be half your winnings, but there's still plenty to have a great time here at Positron's with!" she chirps in reply as the surface with your markers recedes.\n\nSuddenly your eyes go wide, and your face flushes red as you clap an arm across your breasts and a hand over your pussy, hunching in on yourself and then squirming in humiliation as that just juts your effectively bare ass out more. "Ohmigawd," you hiss softly in embarrassment, though luckily the suit seems to be quickly spreading back out and resuming its previous full coverage and opaque nature, hugging up against your body in a way that still feels a little too revealing after the way it was just showing you off. Still flushing but trying to ignore the snickers and leers from the crowd, you straighten up slowly, lowering your arms. "Um, thanks Hanlon. I think," you murmur.\n\n"Yeah, no problem, that Equivalent Exchange stuff can really mess with your head," he agrees, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away sheepishly.\n\nSighing at the memories of your previous behavior, you nevertheless pluck up the card that slides out of the table. "I guess half of this is yours, according to our agreement, huh?"\n\n"I'd feel kind of bad taking it, honestly, after you got caught up in the game trying to win," he admits after eyeing it briefly. "Keep it, and I'll give you my tip for the Quatra Twins anyway."\n\nThat makes you hesitate as well, glancing at the card yourself before wagging it. "C'mon, man, that'd make <i>me</i> feel bad. You're the one that convinced me to avoid a life of parading myself around like an exhibitionist. ... At least let's get some drinks together," you suggest, rubbing your face with one gloved hand. "I could use one to try and forget the embarrassment. ... Of my bare ass."\n\nThat gets a snort out of Hanlon, and he grins now as he nods. "Yeah, sure, why not, fair enough." The two of you head for a table, with him commenting, "At least with the bounty on those two you should be able to afford a tank treatment or something to turn back into being a guy."\n\n"Oh. Right," you answer, blinking as you settle into one of the metal chairs at the table. "I honestly didn't think about that."\n\n"I guess when they took your sex, they took all of it, even you seeing yourself as a guy, huh?" he says with another frown, though he glances up as the nearly naked waitress saunters over. At a glance from you and seeing your shrug, he orders two of something with an odd name and waits for her to flounce off before continuing. "That's why Equivalent Exchange is so scary."\n\n"Guess so." Although maybe part of it is that this isn't even the second time you've had your body suddenly changed on you this week. After a second you shrug. "I'll wait until I get back to the Meridian, talk to everyone there, see what they think. Maybe Doc Trace can just restore me from a save point or something, if she thinks that's best."\n\n"Ah... yeah," Hanlon murmurs, suddenly looking distracted. He really looks like he's working up the courage to say something, when the waitress comes back with two tall glasses of something fizzy and orange that nevertheless somehow glows green faintly. "Thanks," he tells her, waiting for you to slide your card on her little reader before picking up his own glass and saluting with it. "Trust me, one or two of these and you will forget all about being on display to this barful of reprobates. Just remember to sip it."\n\nSnorting, you raise your glass to him in return. "Most certainly," you reply in your newly posh accent. "Wouldn't want to wind up making another silly decision like before."\n\n"Mn. Mm. Nnh," you murmur lowly as you kiss Hanlon repeatedly, his hands roaming along your back over the suit, squeezing your ass and making you moan softly into his mouth. Really everything preceding this is sort of a blur. You vaguely recall you and Hanlon sipping your drinks and talking, and surprisingly having a really good conversation that became more and more frank and honest the longer it went on and the more sips of your drinks you had. You do recall that there were way more empty glasses on the table than four or six by the time someone... you honestly forget who... rubbed the other's thigh and suggested getting a room, and the other agreed, but now here you are in one of the little rooms above the bar, with Hanlon kneading your ass and it feeling surprisingly good despite the layer of rubber-like material between him and it.\n\nHe lifts you up and falls back onto the bed with you beneath him, and at just that moment you think it would be really nice if the suit wasn't in the way anymore... and of course, just like that it's not, retracting into its backpack form beneath you and leaving you naked beneath the big, strong, and still fully dressed bounty hunter. Hanlon seems briefly surprised at your sudden nudity... before he grins wolfishly, resuming kissing you with a delighted fervor as his hands roam your sides and then up to your breasts, clearly enjoying the way you moan around his tongue as he toys with your breasts, his hands obviously both practiced and talented as he urges shivers and squirms out of you at his gentle squeezing and playful tweaking.\n\nWithout really thinking you moan something aloud the next time the kiss breaks, and Hanlon quickly reacts by reaching down, fiddling with something between the two of you. Then his arms are around you and his lips are back against yours, his hips giving a thrust and suddenly you're being filled, your two-hour-new pussy's virginity claimed just like that as you instantly cum from the first thrust, your body quivering beneath him as you mewl into his mouth. You wrap your own arms as well as your legs around him, heels pressing against the back of his belt and fingers gripping at the leather of his jacket as he begins to thrust, and he feels so big and so hot inside you and bigger every time your pussy squeezes, and he makes you cum twice more before he thrusts hard and you can feel that extra heat and wetness spilling inside you, a soft, sweet moan escaping your throat as he fills you with his cum.\n\nAfter that his clothes come off and the two of you lay together, stroking and teasing one another's bodies. At one point you start giggling about how you're doing the foreplay after the sex, which even your booze-addled brain knows is backwards, but when Hanlon hazily asks what's so funny you just start laughing harder, which sets him off and has the two of you laying there naked and guffawing for several minutes. Of course shortly after that he's laying on his back and you're tonguing one of his own dark nipples, gazing up at him lustfully as you stroke your hand over his well-toned chest, sliding it gradually down to trace along the contours of his sixpack before wrapping it around his stiff prick, stroking slowly and occasionally giving a few stronger tugs here and there, this time enjoying making him squirm and writhe. Eventually you slide down, slipping his cock into your mouth without a second thought, letting your eyes sink closed as you bob your head along it, taking in the taste of it as well as the hints of your own wet pussy left on it.\n\n"Fuck, fuck yes, fuck, fuck," you whimper shortly after as Hanlon kneels on the floor, your legs wrapped around his head, your fingers sunk into that thick black hair and urging him on. His tongue is both purposeful and wandering, moving over your pussy and asshole both with equal fervor, stroking and pressing inside the soft pink folds of your cunt before moving down to swirl and slurp at your pucker. Your other hand is on one of your tits, kneading far more roughly than Hanlon played with them, but wanting more, just wanting more, moaning and bucking your hips as you grind against his face. Still, as good as it feels, you offer nothing but assistance as he pulls back and rolls you over, leaving you bent over the bed so he can push back into your pussy, his hips slapping against your ass this time as he fucks you, your cries only going louder as he gently slides his fingers into your mid-back length hair before gripping a handful and yanking, hauling your head back and making you arch, your pussy quivering around him as you cum again. \n\n"... Mmmmf." You don't even remember falling asleep, but you clearly were, and you shudder a little at the headache and a few sore spots as you sit up. You stare blearily at the unfamiliar wall, trying to put events back together in your foggy, achey head, before looking down... and staring at the dark-skinned form laying sprawled next to you, the sheet just barely flopped across his lap (and being tented by morning wood). You continue to stare as he stirs a bit, and his eyes open... and shock hits his face.\n\n"... Shit," he murmurs, frozen in place.\n\n"Basically my sentiments exactly," you murmur, almost reflexively hauling the sheets up against your chest.\n\n"Um. Shit. I mean, what I mean is... oh fuck, you were drunk, and-"\n\nYou can see where that's going, and with a sigh you reach out to pat his chest, interrupting him with, "From what I can remember we were both drunk. Don't sweat it, we uh... ... clearly got carried away," you murmur, blushing now as you press the sheet a bit more against your chest. Then you wince and put a hand to your head. "Really carried away."\n\n"Shit, I've got something for it, hang on," he mutters, turning and rummaging in his clothes quickly, not really thinking as he flashes his bare ass at you. You almost don't realize how much you were enjoying the view until he rolls back over and proffers some slick-looking little aquamarine-colored pills. "Anti-hangover stuff. I mean, seriously, uh, they probably don't have these on Earth, but uh..." He trails off, then picks one seemingly at random and tosses it into his mouth to swallow.\n\n"Hanlon. Seriously. Relax," you say with a snort, relaxing your own hold on the sheet as you take the other pill and toss it into your mouth. It's much easier to swallow 'dry' than you thought, almost like it turns mostly to liquid the moment it hits your tongue. Still, almost immediately you can feel some of the dry, achey, pounding sensations receding. "So, uh, I told you about me... uh, I guess who I really am, huh?"\n\n"Yeah. ... Guessing it's all real since you seemed too drunk to lie, even though I'd've believed just about anything at the time," he admits.\n\n"It's all true," you confirm as you scoot around to sit on the side of the bed, him doing the same.\n\n"Huh. ... So should I call you, like... Eric, or...?"\n\nYou shake your head. "Cypher's fine. I'm getting used to it." You glance down at yourself. "... Is Cypher a girl's name too?"\n\n"Don't see why not," he replies with a snort, grinning brightly at you... then his dark cheeks go coppery as he glances away again. "Um... oh, looks like we've only got about an hour left on the rental. We better clean up." He glances over towards the corner, and makes a face at realizing that though the room comes with bathroom facilities, they're just... out in the open. "Um, you can go first. I'll, ah... face the wall," he adds as you stand up.\n\n'You don't have to,' you almost say without thinking about it, before blushing and simply making your way over to the shower as he rolls to face away. '... Where'd that come from? ... Still, not like last night wasn't a lot of fun. Even before the sex. ... What I can remember of it,' you add as you turn on the water and rinse off, trying to focus on just getting clean rather than any other distractions.\n\nAs Hanlon takes his own shower you face away while drying off, then stick the suit to your back as he's stepping out, moving to the sink and mirror as he gets dressed, the suit expanding back into place on you at a thought. You use the small vending machine to 3D print a brush, then run it through your still damp hair, frowning at how long it is. Then you blink a little as Hanlon holds out a red hairtie. "Oh, thanks," you say almost distractedly, taking it and moving to tie yourself a ponytail... and fighting not to blush for some reason when you realize it's one of the same kinds of little red ties he uses at the ends of his own braids.\n\n"So, uh, listen, considering everything, I'd be happy to help you wrap this thing up with the Quatra Twins," Hanlon says as you turn back to him, his helmet tucked under his arm as he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. "I know I said it wasn't my usual sort of bounty, but I'll adapt, and no need to worry about splitting the pay. I just, uh..."\n\n"I already told you it's fine," you assure him with a bit of a frustrated sigh.\n\n"... Yeah, okay, I know, just let me help out, okay?" he mutters, glancing down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his help.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Do it yourself.|CyEE]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let's try this "Slowburn", it sounds like it's got a lot of amusement potential. You select the 'Mote' version, a tiny flickering white light appearing over your palm. You turn towards Ranma and give a flick of your fingers, sending it flying towards her where it flashes briefly at the point of impact on her chest before you minimize the window.\n\n"... Nnh?" Ranma makes an odd sound low in her throat as her cheeks color and she starts squirming in place. "Uh, hey, do you... feel that?" she asks, glancing around rather nervously.\n\n"Feel what?" you ask innocently, making a show of also looking around.\n\n"I dunno kinda... itchy, and hot. M-maybe it's a heavy pollen day or somethin'," Ranma mutters, biting her lower lip lightly as she rubs her upper arm... in the process tucking her arm under her breasts and bobbling them around. Which makes her gasp a little and quickly drop her arm away from them, standing very still afterwards. Easy to guess why... her nipples are now trying to dig holes in her shirt, and even that bit of a rub of the cloth against them must have been much more stimulating than usual.\n\nYup, looks like the stuff is starting to take effect. Now Ranma will just keep getting more gradually turned on until she snaps and pounces someone... or until someone makes advances on her. So it's mostly a question of, do you want to be the one to make that advance... or do you want to leave her alone for awhile and see what mischief occurs?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make an advance.|RanDeb20x1]]\n\n[[Let it play out.|RanDeb1x9]]

"I guess it could be pollen, yeah," you answer breezily. "I'll go check out the news, see what they're saying, I guess."\n\n"Y-yeah... yeah you go do that," Ranma murmurs, hips giving a little wiggle as she turns away, obviously being a little careful about sitting back down.\n\nOutside, you pop open your menu again. Hm, probably best to keep Ranma in girl form, or that sort of lessens the impact of it. Oh, good, there's a scenario called 'Out of Hot Water (Ranma)' that uses a string of coincidences to insure that Ranma can't change back to a guy as long as the scenario's active, that's useful. Let's see, turn that on, then go to the... item spawn screen.\n\nPopping a Switch into your hands, you go to find somewhere quiet to settle down and play for awhile. You'll give Ranma a couple of hours, and see what (or more likely who) she winds up doing when she's had time to crack.\n\nEventually you look up from the screen in the little corner of the house you've managed to find for privacy, looking at your minimized menu for the time. Ah, yeah, the Slowburn should definitely have increased its affects by now enough for Ranma to crack and at least be making moves on someone. Hm... where might she have gotten to in the process? Well, you can just wander around and look for her, you'll find her eventually. Let's check...\n\n<hr>\n[[Her room.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Akane's room.|RanDeb15x1]]\n\n[[Soun's room.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[The back yard.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[The dojo.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Outside.|RanDeb1x10]]

Yeah, cute redhead sounds like way more fun. You browse to the 'Objects' menu and find a glass of ice water, spawning it right into your hand. Then you close the menu and make a show of stumbling while throwing it right onto Ranma.\n\n"Gah! Whadja do that for?!" Ranma yowls as she leaps to her feet, dripping a bit as her boobs give a heavy bounce. Oh yeah, she is definitely one cute shortstack. (The actual kind, not what a lot of internet artists seem to use "shortstack" for which is about two feet high with boobs the size of beachballs.)\n\n"Sorry, Ranma," you apologize, doing your best to sound sincere and not snicker with anticipation.\n\n"Man, seems like this always happens," Ranma huffs as she runs her hands over her slightly damp crimson hair, though she seems to be drying off rapidly.\n\nHm, alright, one last decision to make before you get to the real fun... stay here, or take Ranma somewhere you're a bit less likely to be interrupted?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|RanDeb1x5]]\n\n[[Go.|RanDeb8x1]]

Yeah, may as well stick around here, you're pretty sure you can do as you like even around other people... it sounds like even if someone walks in on you, they won't be able to do anything to interfere or stop you.\n\nYou pop open the menu again, Ranma freezing. Hm, wonder if... yeah, there's a setting to have it get small to the side so you can still use it in realtime, and then bring it up to freeze everything and do more thorough browsing when you want, that's convenient.\n\nOkay, now, what to do? There's the potions, you bet there's some fun stuff in there that you could use on Ranma. Oh, there's a little notification for 'Scenarios' now... you guess it shows that when you can initiate some storyline or typical anime-esque happening. Hm, 'Devices'... could take a browse through that too, you guess. \n\n... Or, you realize, you could just skip with playing with the menus and just... do whatever you want to Ranma directly. From the description it sounds like you can easily overpower her (or anyone) and do what you want, and she won't be able to provide any sort of effective resistance. If you want to be direct.\n\n<hr>\n[[Potions.|RanDeb1x6]]\n\n[[Scenarios.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Devices.|RanDeb2x1]]\n\n[[Items.|RanDeb10x1]]\n\n[[Rape.|RanDeb]]

'Let's try a potion, status effect, whatever,' you think, tapping the option and immediately bringing up the sub-list. '... Okay I'm seeing the drawback of choosing this rather than one of the more direct powers, it involves a lot of going option by option. ... Oh well, already chose it and already here.'\n\nWow, there's a lot of sub-headings here... although the ones that most immediately catch your eye are:\n\n[[Aphrodisiacs|RanDeb1x7]]\n\n[[Enhancements|RanDeb7x1]]\n\n[[Transformations|RanDeb13x1]]\n\n[[Altered States|RanDeb]]

It's the most obvious choice, isn't it? You pop open that menu and... yup, another menu. Well, looks like there are different "flavors" of aphrodisiacs you can use. Luckily they actually have attached descriptions (and someone actually gave them names).\n\n[[Slowburn|RanDeb1x8]] - "This aphrodisiac applies an arousal that is both background and intense. The target will likely not quite realize their own state at first but will become more receptive to advances; alternatively, left to their own devices, the feeling of arousal will slowly but steadily increase until they finally give in and approach the first available partner."\n\n[[Basic (Bitch) (in Heat)|RanDeb16x1]] - "A simple, straightforward aphrodisiac, immediately inducing a state of high arousal where the target will quickly agree to anything in an attempt to sate their lust."\n\n[[Breeder RX|RanDeb]] - "Fertility problems are no problem! The target will instantly become highly fertile, and to facilitate impregnation with maximum efficiency, will also become highly aroused both physically and at the thought of becoming gravid! Note: Long-term use may result in a state of euphoria and satisfaction at the thought of being used as a baby factory."\n\n[[Overdrive|RanDeb]] - "An extremely strong aphrodisiac. The target will almost instantly stop thinking entirely, operating on pure sexual desire."\n\n[[Overdrive EX|RanDeb]] - "A version of Overdrive that will also enhance the target's physical sensations and perception of orgasms. Climaxes become intense enough to cause permanent 'wipes' of knowledge, memories, and eventually personality or even sentience. Use with caution."

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

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

Eh, all of the others sound like too much trouble, in the end. A game menu with more options and being basically invincible and able to do whatever you want sounds like plenty of a cheat to you. You select that option, and the menu immediately changes to one with a handful of game options, including an 'Item' tab. Just to check it out, you click over.\n\nOh nice, it's sorted into categories to make stuff easier to find. And the headings there sound like they have a lot of potential... 'Potions', 'Devices', 'Spawns', 'Environments', 'Scenarios'. There's various other headings and of course a 'Miscellaney', but poking around in some of the others shows that there are sub-headings too to make it easier to navigate. There's also a tab for making alterations to your own body, with plenty of options. ... Let's just add a few inches of length and a good bit of thickness, shall we? Ohhhh yeah that's the stuff!\n\nJust curious, you at least check out 'Potions'. Looks like it's mostly a fairly broad heading for status effects you can apply to characters. And while you <i>can</i> spawn them as actual potions in bottles, it also allows for them to be spawned as 'Motes' or 'Wearables'. Which, according to the little helpnote, 'Motes' are just little flickery things you can toss at a character to apply the effect rather than figuring out how to get them to ingest it, while a 'Wearable' is putting the effect on something you can put on the person (who isn't allowed to take it off until you let them) that puts the status on them as long as they're wearing it.\n\nIn addition, looks like you've got access to your own body's controls... looks like your body part size, sex, age, heck even your <i>species</i> are entirely under your control and could be changed largely at will.\n\nSo yeah, just from looking at that, definitely looks like this option has a lot of fun to it even without the 'Magic Cheat Item'. You kinda want to play around with it... hm, you have a subject right here, but you also have an entire world to go out and mess with. Which to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in and do stuff with Ranma.|RanDeb1x3]]\n\n[[Go elsewhere.|RanDeb3x1]]

Yeah, may as well try some stuff out with the character you've got available. Ranma will be a good "test subject", besides fun to play with!\n\nHm... but whether to mess with the guy form he's already in, or the girl form you recall he has?\n\n<hr>\n[[Guy form.|RanDeb17x1]]\n\n[[Girl form.|RanDeb1x4]]

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

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

"I think this pretty pretty princess is an excellent candidate for Repurposing, don't you?" you announce, prompting the guard that escorted her in to step off to the side.\n\n"What?! Repurposing, no!" Lala blurts, obviously having some idea of what you mean and trying to make a break for it. But at your announcement the restraining armature has already swung down, and she barely makes it a few boob-jiggling feet before the padded end of it thunks against her lower back and adheres like a magnet to metal, lifting her in the air. Her restraints come free and drop off, clattering to the floor and leaving her flailing rather helplessly with all five limbs. "You can't!"\n\n"Oh, but I can," you assure her as the screen comes up with the typical options outlined by Baru... though you've also got another idea in mind, if you decide you like the sound of it. "You, Princess Lala Satalin Deviluke, are going to make a perfect-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-harem pet."|TRLalaPleasureSlave]]\n\n[["-conquering hero."|TRLalaSoldierSlave]]\n\n[["-beast of burden."|TRLalaLaborSlave]]\n\n[["-arena fighter."|TRLalaArenaSlave]]\n\n[["-wife."|TRLalaWaifuStart]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, you'd assume this is the main purpose of this device, no wonder it comes first. You toss the trapped Ranma a bit of a leer, which makes her blanche and briefly stop struggling in the restraints, staring at you as if wondering what made you give her that look as you tap the option.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck Mannequin|RanDoll]]\n\n[[Real(ish)Doll|RanDoll]]\n\n[[Rubber Bedpet|RanDoll]]\n\n[[Blowup Doll|RanDoll]]\n\n[[Onahole|RanDoll]]

"I really appreciate it, Ami," you say with a smile, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. "But it sounds like this place is pretty dangerous, and I'd feel awful if you got hurt trying to help me."\n\n"I-I mean, I'm willing to, I-"\n\n"I know you are. You're a good friend for it too." You can't help but grin as her face goes pink at that. "But I'll be okay on my own. I'll see you when I get back, okay?"\n\n"Alright." Ami nods, still obviously nervous, but gives you a smile. "Please take care!"\n\nThe trip to Mulsap Twelve aboard Sierra doesn't take too long... apparently the station was deliberately established somewhere where there's a large concentration of dark matter? Or something? Anyway there are a lot of wormholes that go there, and soon you're watching a dark metal ring with long, spidery 'arms' reaching up from it grow in the viewport.\n\n"I've got us a docking registry, Boss, managed to get one pretty close to the ring so less delay with getting down," Sierra informs you as she pulls up to a port low on one of the arms. "The fees are sucky so you probably wanna get in and out as fast as possible." \n\n"Good idea, thanks Sierra." You get up and briefly check your blasters, having redonned your suit before leaving the <i>Meridian</i>, then head out. The interior of the station is a bit dingy, somehow about like you'd expected from the outside... the lighting isn't very bright and there's a thin layer of grime caked into corners and across the floor. You do spot what looks like an elevator labeled 'Main ring' so head over, taking a slightly shuddery but thankfully short ride downward, especially once the elevator picks up a good handful of other people. Not humans, people, since most of them have odd skin colors or bumpy foreheads or stuff like that. Some of them are also glancing somewhat nervously at you, and hurry to step out. From the press going on outside, it looks like a fair few other lifts have just arrived, pouring a crowd of sentients out into an area that apparently leads into the station proper.\n\nYou briefly catch sight of a number of people lingering around near the wall, sitting or leaning... one catches your eye more because of how thoroughly he (you think it's a he?) blends in to the dingy, grey walls, being largely grey and black from head to toe despite appearing to be human, or at least mostly. He looks like he might be thirteen, at the most. His long straight hair is pale grey, his eyes are grey (and seem to lack pupils, which makes you wonder if he's not just some really human alien), his battered jacket and shirt are grey, his torn pants are black. About the only bit of color on his entire body are red numbers on the black armband he's wearing, which several of the other people near the wall seem to be wearing too... his reads '424'.\n\n<img src="images/Ruro.jpg">\n\nAs you watch, he pushes off the wall and approaches the thicker part of the crowd, drawing a small electronic screen a bit smaller than the average cellphone from somewhere and holding it out a bit with both hands. "Creds? Creds? Just a few creds, haven't eaten in awhile, creds? Creds?" You guess that shouldn't surprise you. Whatever the sci-fi setting you're in is like elsewhere, it's clear Mulsap Twelve is not a bright, shiny future where everyone has everything available at the push of a button. As you pass, though, he blinks up at you. "Hey, aren't you, uh... Cypher Ceed?"\n\nYou blink a little, turning towards him. "You know me?" Well, he recognizes your body anyway, you guess. \n\n"Yeah, I mean, you're pretty famous as the next big bounty hunter or something. Though I heard you were Atreyan," he adds, tilting his head a bit. "Anyway I'd also heard some buzz that your ship was approaching the station. You must be here for a bounty head, huh?"\n\nYou hesitate, then shrug. Apparently it's common knowledge at this point. "Yeah, that's right."\n\n"My name's Ruro, I've been on this station for years. For ten creds I'll give you a rundown of all the best places to go to find fugitives or info." He hesitates a bit himself, then adds, "For thirty I'll show you around myself. There's lots of stuff I could tell you about if I showed you around in person." He almost looks like he's going to add something else, but instead just holds out his little pad to you hopefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give him ten credits.|Cypher11x2]]\n\n[[Give him thirty credits.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Nah, you're good.|Cypher12x1]]

Let's see, third level is easy enough to figure out, but 'downspin'? ... Ah, the station really was rotating just a bit when you saw it from outside. A glance out a window gives you an idea which direction you're going, and from there you can figure out 'downspin'. Soon you're approaching a neon-framed door, the walls made out of a sort of hexagon paneling with mixed little metal plates and blank spaces between them, so you can sort of hear and see the people drinking, laughing, and apparently gambling inside. Shortly after you step through the door, a little sphere in flickering bright colors zips through the air towards you, stopping and projecting a holoscreen of a large-headed, big-eared... you guess it's an android, to judge by the angular shape of the non-human features.\n\n"Welcome to Positron's! Where everyone leaves their negative charge at the do-do-door!" the projection declares, doing a little glitch-twitch along with the stuttering.\n\n"Dear God we're stacked like six references deep," you mutter, eyeing the screen.\n\n"The first spin on the Karmic Wheel is always free-free-free here at Positron's, so when you're ready for a drink or something from our menu-u-u, flag down a sphere! Remember, we're always positively charged at Positron-tron-tron's!" the projection adds before disappearing, the orb hovering briefly before flitting off. \n\nShaking your head, you take a look around the bar. It's multi-level, though the bottom level seems to be the largest and most active. There are plenty of people of all descriptions, though they seem to range mostly from 'slightly seedy' to 'very seedy', with a handful of scattered exceptions that look like they're probably wealthier people 'slumming it' or people from more respectable institutions who just hit up the nearest bar, to judge by the clean, pressed uniforms. You notice that sitting at one table is an individual who screams 'bounty hunter' way more than you do, if you had to say, to judge by the 'frumpy man of action' pants, shirt, vest, and large blaster at his hip. There's also the fact that he looks like a humanoid wolf with black fur, white surrounding his yellow eyes and streaking back, splitting just in front of his ears and continuing back into his hair which is pulled into a ponytail. You feel weirdly... drawn to him, as if you really wanted to go and pay your respects, despite not really recognizing him.\n\nYou notice that a lot of activity seems to be focused around the gambling tables, including one that's a large, shiny, brightly-lit upright wheel with what are apparently screens set in its sections, to judge by how it flickers and changes between rounds. You have to figure the crowd probably has something to do with the extremely attractive and practically naked girl standing on the tabletop and actually spinning the wheel. There are a handful of other bounty hunter types gathered directly around the tables, and what you think are some slightly higher-ranking of the uniformed officers settled at a table nearby just watching.\n\nAlright, so, you see several possible paths to finding out the info you need here. Which one to pursue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go talk to the wolfman.|CySW1x1]]\n\n[[Go try the Karmic Wheel.|Cypher11x4]]\n\n[[Talk to the officers.|Cypher]]

You tap the little controls to key in '10', then press your thumb to the little square that seems sized for it. "There y'go. Give me the quick heads-up."\n\n"Okay, there's two bars you might want to go to," Ruro explains once he's checked the device. "One's called Positron's, it's where most of the business deals between dwellers and offstations happens, lots of bounty hunters there, so you could probably find someone to get something from. That's on level three, downspin side. But if you really wanna know exactly where whoever it is you're looking for is, go to the Nexus on level two and order a 'Three Q', a dancer named Korrana will show up and offer you a dance. Buy two dances, then the 'talking experience'... it'll be expensive but she knows everything that goes on here."\n\nHe turns and points a bit further in. "Other than that, there's Commerce Central. There's no point asking any of the merchants, they never see anything, y'know? You'd wanna ask the menials... the Amis or Abes or collared people. They're more likely to know something, if you can convince 'em to tell you."\n\nShifting back to face you, he shrugs. "Other than that, there's the Dark Hub. I mean, that's where most of the really scummy sorts are, or where you go if you need something really scummy and illegal almost everywhere. You take the lifts marked with a big splotch of black paint on the doors to get there." He draws back and gives you a little wave, adding, "Good luck" before turning and hurrying away, you're assuming (hoping maybe) to buy something to eat.\n\nAlright, so he gave you a few good leads. Which one to pursue first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Positron's.|Cypher11x3]]\n\n[[The Nexus.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Commerce Central.|Cypher13x1]]\n\n[[The Dark Hub.|Cypher]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" the wheel girl declares before turning and giving the Karmic Wheel a spin. It whirls through the slices of the wheel until coming to a stop, the section lighting up with another newscast reading 'Recovery Booming, Stocks Up'. "Recovery period!"\n\nYou watch as the various player sections of the table lower briefly and then return, some of the players having gone bust, others having shifted their fortunes. You seem to have lost a number of Karma markers, but your Resources markers are much higher. It's much as you thought... it's a kind of 'game of life', using simulated events from real life to determine your balance of Resources and Karma. Protecting yourself through the recession allowed you to get more Resources to keep playing with, but cost you Karma since you weren't helping anyone else out.\n\n"Alright, next round, next round!" The wheel girl flings her arms dramatically in the air and gives her shoulders a shake, making her tits jiggle as the wheel screen lights up with a pastoral view of something that looks (mostly) like a rabbit frolics in a meadow. "This is a peacetime spin! Peacetime! Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher11x6]]\n\n[[Investment!|Cypher]]

You approach the main gambling attraction, since that seems to be where most of the other bounty hunter looking individuals are. For the most part people make way for you, allowing you through until you're standing at the side of the table, with quite a good look up at the girl manning the wheel. Her hair is short and... you kind of want to call it "sunset-colored", and two small purple winglike appendages rise from amidst it, her pointed ears sticking out from the sides of it. Her outfit is obviously based somewhat (somehow) on the old 'casino bunny' type, with a collar and red bow tie, but the main part of the garment is so skimpy that it barely qualifies, covering little but the centers of her breasts, a bit of her sides, and her sex, her round ass and flat belly both practically bare. Her arms are sheathed in tall gloves, and her legs in lace-topped stockings, feet slipped into pink heels.\n\n<img src="images/Karmagirl.jpg">\n\n"All plays are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" she declares cheerfully, turning to the wheel and giving it a yank on the side. The screen-fronted wheel whirls around, the panels that pass under the little arrow at the top flashing brightly whenever it passes, before it finally settles on one of them, which turns into a panel of a man in some sort of holy vestaments laughing maniacally, to groans and grumblings from around the table. "Awwww, dogmatic interruption! Too bad, everybody!"\n\n"Dammit!" the man next to you growls, thumping a fist lightly against the corner of the table. You look over, picking out his copper-colored skin, rumpled black hair with several braids in it, and dark brown eyes, which are narrowed in obvious fury as he watches panels in the table drop down, taking piles of gold and translucent blue markers with them. "I'm bust."\n\n"Care to go into Equivalent Exchange, sir?" the wheel girl coos, yellow eyes sparkling as she puts one gloved fingertip to her lower lip.\n\n"Ha, at one of Positron's tables? As if." He steps back, snatching the bronze-colored helmet off the table's edge next to him, and blinking as he spots you. "Hey, aren't you-"\n\n"Cypher Ceed, yeah," you agree, since that seems to be where this is going.\n\n"Out of the <i>Meridian</i> lately, isn't it?" At your nod, he nods slowly in return, then offers his hand. "Blayze Hanlon." Once the two of you have shaken, he gives the table and the girl a scowl, then beckons you to step aside with him. Once the two of you are out of the crowd, he leans in. "Lemme guess. Quatra twins? Yeah, they seemed like your kind of bounty, you don't need to say anything," he continues as you press your lips together. "Listen. They're not really my type of bounty, despite the big payday... I'm usually in on more dangerous game that no one minds getting a little roughed up. But might be that I've heard something about where to find them while I've been here."\n\n"I'd appreciate the help, man," you assure him, despite knowing that he probably wants more than appreciation.\n\n"Yeah well the irony is that I want a little more than karma," he confirms after another sour glance at the table. "Positron doesn't really cheat the Karmic Wheel... much. That anyone can catch. But obviously my luck's just dry today and it pisses me off. So here's the deal... if you can get a Karmic Paradise roll on the wheel, we'll split the winnings and I'll tell you where the Quatra twins are. Fair?"\n\nYou glance over at the wheel. The screen did say you get at least one free spin so you guess there's nothing to lose by at least trying. You're watching them play now, figuring it out... it looks like there's two 'currencies' you accrue and lose through playing the game, Resources (the gold markers) and Karma (the blue markers). Some actions cost you one or the other and gain you one or both, and so on. At the start of each round, the wheel girl announces what sort of spin is coming up, and people declare certain actions, then the result decides whether they get or lose Resources or Karma. "Hm. Okay. So I've got one question, what's 'Equivalent Exchange'?"\n\n"It's how you can keep playing after you lose all your resources. The house bets you a certain amount of the game markers versus something of yours. And I don't just mean your ship or your weapons or whatever." At your confused look, Hanlon shrugs. "The Karmic Wheel is licensed to gambling houses by an extremely advanced species. During Equivalent Exchange, the house declares what they want you to wager, and it can be material things yeah, but it can also be stuff like 'your species' or 'your happiest memory' or 'your friendships'. And it can take them in whatever way it wants... change them into something else, make them never have existed in the first place, whatever."\n\n"That's... really weird. What do they get out of it?"\n\n"Who knows? The aliens who make the Wheels actually take the stuff if it's the metaphysical kind, I think they pay the bar owner part of what they think it's worth in credits. Just be careful if you decide to go into Equivalent Exchange, it's really easy for it to snowball and take more than you imagined from you, I've seen it happen to others."\n\nNodding thoughtfully, you step up to the table, holding up a hand to indicate that you're in. The near-naked alien girl beams at you and gives her butt a little wiggle in your general direction. "New player, new player! First roll at the wheel is always free for first-timers at Positron's, so let's get you staked, sir!" One of the player panels on the table lowers down, then rises up with several stacks of gold and blue markers. "Alright, everybody, time for a new round! This spin is... hard times!" The wheel briefly switches to a single image of a generic newscast with generic-seeming newscasters and a byline banner reading 'Economic Crisis looms'. "Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher15x1]]\n\n[[Protection!|Cypher11x5]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" Apparently the game is getting more intense since the wheel girl seems to be feeling the need to be more dramatic, using sweeping gestures of her arms and jutting her ass out as she bends forward to grip the wheel and give it a spin. This time when it stops, the screen shows a number of generic brand logos, which all gradually get 'No' symbols stamped over them. "Uh-oh, Boycotts!" \n\nMost of the people around the table groan... looks like most of them went bust on that spin. Your own panel returns with lessened Resources marks, but still more Karma marks.\n\n"Alright, looks like we're drawing in on the close of this game!" the wheel girl declares, winking at you before continuing, "This is a Major Shift spin! So what's your move, pretty sir?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Flashy activism!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Pay it forward!|Cypher11x8]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" Once again the table girl turns and spins the wheel, sending its screens flashing along under the arrow. This time when it stops, it's to show what are identifiable as social media messages flashing past... fairly angry ones, you'd guess from the amount of caps and exclamation points. "Ooo, Social Paradigm Shift!"\n\nYou're not sure what that means, but it doesn't seem to have had a huge affect on the winnings, you note as you watch the table shift. You do notice that your Karma has gone up more significantly than the Karma of the other players with fewer Resources... you must have had more to be philanthropic with, makes sense.\n\n"Alright, that means this next one is an Upheaval spin! Upheaval spin, everybody, who's ready?!" The wheel girl bounces in place while pressing her tits together with her forearms, then continues with, "Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Public relations!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher11x7]]

No, you can't stay in this forest. Forget monsters, even normal animals are a hazard out here. At least most of the hazards of being broke and alone around people are somewhat familiar to you by now, better to sleep in an alley than a gully.\n\nAfter looking around for a few, you choose what you're pretty sure is the way you came and set off. Almost immediately after you do, you spot a fairly sturdy-looking stick and pick it up... it's obviously no replacement for the sword you stupidly dropped in your panic, but you suppose you'd be able to kill maybe a rabid squirrel if it attacked. It's not exactly pleasant to walk on the dirt, rocks, and sticks of the forest floor in your bare feet, but at least your skin in this body seems a bit tougher, so it's not actually painful. And it's not like you were running all day to get here, so it's not that long before you're emerging from the forest in roughly the same place that you entered it. Luckily the bandits look to be long gone, and the ground here is covered with more grass than anything else. It only takes you a few minutes of (rather cautious) walking around and searching to find the road. It looks like someone came along and added paving stones at the very edge of it to define it, though the part in the middle is still just packed earth.\n\nAlright, so you've found the road, and since it is at least slightly above just a plain dirt road it must lead to a city. ... But in which direction?\n\n<hr>\n[[Left.|EricMF9x5]]\n\n[[Right.|EricMF]]

You hear a lot of gasps from around the table at that. You saw someone use 'Pay it forward' while you were watching and learning to play... it's apparently the equivalent of going all-in with your Resources. It can pay off in a lot of Karma, but if it doesn't result in getting any Resources back, your only choice if you want to keep playing is to Reincarnate and take your chances with a random amount of Resources and Karma dished out to you for another spin.\n\n"Oooo, you've got me all excited, mister!" the wheel girl coos, actually slipping a hand briefly between her legs and sliding the other up her belly and over one of her breasts, wiggling in place. "Let's see how this goes! Alright, let's! Accrue! KARMAAAAAAA!" she practically squeals, whipping around and yanking on the wheel, then flinging her hands in the air exuberantly and bouncing in place as it whirls. You watch anxiously as it begins to slow, the flashes and little 'bwoop' noises of the wheel's shifting to different sections gradually coming further apart, until it settles. The section remains glowing white for a moment... before flashing to gold light, then displaying a fly-through of a city where the buildings are all towering crystal spires and everyone's wearing togas. "GOLDEN AGE! KARMIC PARADISE! YOU WIIIIIN!"\n\nThere's a round of cheering from the other players (those that don't look to be seething with envy), and you even get some slaps on the back as your panel on the table lifts into view with enough Resources and Karma chips to topple over and overflow across a portion of the tabletop. Grinning, you gesture to the wheel girl. "Cash me out, if you would?" \n\n"Awww, don't wanna go one. More. Round?" she coos, leaning forward and wiggling her boobs practically in your face. When that earns her a blush and a shake of the head, she just grins and nudges part of the table with the toe of her shoe, a slot on the side of the table beside you poking out a glossy black card. "Please enjoy your winnings, sir, and feel free to stick around and spend a lot of them on our wonderful amenities such as the luxury tubs, joysuites, and relief~ roo~ms." She slips her gloved hands over her breasts and down her body in a sensual stroke as she says the last, giving you a pretty good idea of what sort of relief they provide.\n\nYou carry the card through the crowd that's now more eager than before to resume playing, apparently, approaching the smirking Blayze. "Good job, kid. To be honest I thought it was kind of a sucker offer, but you showed me. Nah, I'd feel like an asshole if I took it now," he says as you proffer the card. "I don't need the money so bad that I wanna make faces at myself in the mirror for the next month over it."\n\n"Thanks," you say with a grin, tucking the card away. "But you're still gonna tell me about the Quatra twins, right?"\n\n"Sure. Meet me at the lift to the hab levels that's near here in about an hour," he says as he slips his helmet on, allowing it to close up as he tugs his jacket's hood over it. "Don't be late," he adds, his voice now coming out tinged with a bit of an electronic tone as he turns and leaves.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go keep a low profile somewhere for an hour.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Hang out where you are.|Cypher]]

Deciding not to just start asking random people, especially gate guards, about any available moneymaking opportunities, you instead just nod semi-gratefully to him and walk to the gate, which he pushes open for you. You can't help but make a bit of a face as you step inside... it smells a bit within the walls. There's the distant sound of crowds, and you can see a few people walking the streets ahead, so you guess packing a bunch of people (and probably animals) into a mostly enclosed space would account for that.\n\nAs you walk along the now fully paved road, you look to the right. There is indeed a building made of the same blue stone as the wall and attached to it, with a door facing the road. You're guessing that's the guard office the guy outside mentioned, where you could report being robbed. You guess they might do something about the bandits? Or at least they should know about the monsters? Of course they also might want <i>details</i> about what the monsters did when they robbed you, and that would be... well, you really don't want to go into that for a lot of reasons. Although you guess telling the authorities might be your only slim chance of recovering any of your stuff. Or this body's stuff. If there's a difference now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Report the robbery.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Nevermind.|EricMF9x7]]

No... you don't see any real point in reporting it. The bandits that probably have your sword could be anywhere, and the monsters that have your everything else (including your virginity), well, that seems extra pointless to report. Instead you bolster yourself and head further into the city.\n\nSoon you're looking around at something that looks a lot like every medieval RPG city you've ever seen on the screen, just that this one's actually crowded, dirty, and as noted rather smelly. You get a fair few glances for walking around practically naked, but most of them seem more pitying or contemptuous than scandalized. You see a few other people similarly clad in rags (although most of them at least have something resembling actual pants). In fact as you pass one of the less-ragged-looking one of those he mutters, "'Ere boy, get over to the Church of Everlasting Light, at least get something that tucks between ya legs now."\n\nSo you guess you've been isekai'd. ... Isekaied? Isekaid? ... Whatever. You've been sent to another world and into the body of an adventurer, just that you kind of bungled it from the start. And now rather than starting off with weapons and items and... clothes... you've got literally nothing. And are just as hungry and tired as you were before you got sent here, you think ruefully as you stop and look at a food stand where the proprieter is handing over some meat skewers to a customer, silver coins getting dropped into his hand. \n\nObviously your first priority is to make some money, somehow, since without that you won't be able to get anything else. ... Hm, or maybe your first priority should be to find and visit that 'Church of Everlasting Light' place? Since it sounds like you could at least get a pair of pants there. Although you're not sure you trust that to come without any strings attached... you are a child of the 21st century after all, raised on a steady diet of 'church with an evil hidden agenda' media, and this is all remarkably similar to many of the stories you've read. Maybe you'd be better off just figuring out how to afford your own pants.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on making money.|EricMF9x8]]\n\n[[Find the church.|EricMF]]

The sudden transition from everything being normal and safe and usual to suddenly being somewhere (and some<i>one</i>?!) strange with armed bandits charging at you on horseback is too much. Fear overtakes you and you throw down the sword, turning and running away as fast as you can.\n\nWhich actually turns out to be pretty fast, much faster than you could run before. No way you're outrunning a horse, obviously, but you do have a head start, and there's a wooded area nearby. Still functioning at least half on panic, and thus more interested in using that forest for cover rather than questioning how you came to be so near a forest when you were standing in the middle of a city a few seconds ago, you jump over a downed log and zip into the treeline. You can hear the horses still approaching behind you, though their hoofbeats seem to be slowing. Still, you continue on plunging through the trees, glancing behind you every so often even as the sound of hooves fades entirely, until you seem to be completely alone. Finally you stop, resting your hands on your knees and panting, trying to catch your breath.\n\nJust as you're actually starting to calm down a little and start to actually think about what the hell is going on, there's a rustling from some nearby bushes that makes you jerk upright. Your eyes widen again as a handful of strange-looking creatures spring out and at you. They're humanoid, but even the tallest of them is a few inches shy of coming up to your shoulder, and the other two are even shorter than that. Their bodies are covered in faintly blue-tinted green scales, their heads somewhat odd-shaped and faces pushed out into short, blunt muzzles with large, floppy ears. They're not only unarmed but unclothed, disproportionately large cocks and balls flopping around as they move, but they're all armed with sharp claws that they begin using to grab at your possessions and clothes, the bigger one grabbing your swordbelt and yanking it off while the other two rip your coat almost in two as they yank it off of you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to run again.|EricMF9x2]]\n\n[[Fight this time.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Plead for mercy.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Call for help.|EricMF]]

Struggling frantically, you do your best to wrench yourself away from the strange creatures(? people?) and fling yourself to the side so that you can run again. But as you do the big one grabs the belt of your pants and yanks, throwing you off-balance enough that you topple to the ground on your face, letting out a surprised <i>whuf</i> as the wind is driven out of you. Then you let out a loud yelp as all three descend upon you, tearing and ripping the rest of your clothes off. Before you even really know what's happening, the leader has positioned himself behind you and thrust forward, slamming his cock into your ass and starting to thrust, mere seconds having passed between the trio leaping on you and you being stripped naked and raped.\n\nThe other two let out chittering cackles as they hold you down, pinning your arms against the ground and holding your head down, leaving you barely able to look up and back at the one pumping his smooth green-blue cock into your ass, a smug leer on his muzzle. You cry out in protest and writhe against your captors, but they have you pinned too well, and all you really accomplish is shaking your ass enticingly for your rapist as his thick prick pumps into your violated hole. Though you're almost entirely distracted by the shock and humiliation of it, you can also feel something thick and viscous smearing inside of you with every stroke of the thing's cock into you, and gradually a feeling of pleasure is beginning to force its way through everything else. You can see what looks like pre leaking from the stiff, jutting cocks of one of the things holding you down, but the smell of it is incredibly strong, sending little tingly feelings into your brain as you inhale. Soon your own cock, which had been swaying and jiggling limply beneath you as your rapist's scaly blue balls slapped against it, starts to stiffen as well, until it's jutting beneath your belly. In fact it feels harder than it's ever been, flinging out its own long strings of pre from the impact of the creature fucking you, aching to be touched even as you're violated.\n\nIt's not long before the creature gives an almost squeaking shriek and thrusts forward, its thin but strong fingers gripping your hips and pulling you back against it. The rush of its cum inside you intensifies the pleasurable sensation and you give a wan, humiliated cry of your own as you cum, your cock twitching beneath you as you fire long ropes of jizz against your belly, chest, and the ground as you're filled with your rapist's load. When he pulls out you're left panting, your eyes rolled up a bit and tongue lolled out a bit, your body shuddering... then lurching as you give a reflexive yelp at the big one delivering a very deliberate spank to your upturned ass, and giving a chittering cackle of his own.\n\nIt's only a second or two before the other two are moving and hauling you up onto all fours, the one behind you thrusting into your already well-fucked ass and the other pushing into your open mouth across your stuck-out tongue, his strong fingers gripping in your hair as he thrusts in and bulges your throat. You're unable to do anything but look up at the monster as he fucks your face and his friend pounds into your ass, the pair spitroasting you eagerly. Their apparently aphrodisiac pre works on other parts too, it turns out, as you can feel and taste it smearing all over your mouth, tongue, and even your throat, making them feel good to have a long, thick cock thrusting into them, even if it doesn't feel as good as the one in your stretched, cum-smeared asshole. Before you even realize what you're doing you're licking and sucking at the dick in your mouth, fellating your violator as his balls slap against your chin, the other's slapping against your own as your still achingly hard cock bounces beneath you.\n\nYou can feel the pleasure they're forcing on you starting to fog your mind, overcome all your senses. One thought manages to make it through the haze...\n\n<hr>\n[['I have to... resist...'|EricMF9x3]]\n\n[['I can't... resist...'|EricMF]]

'H-have to... hold out,' you force yourself to think, your tongue slowing a bit even if you can't entirely stop yourself from sucking off the thrusting prick raping your mouth. 'Have to... keep my head... and not give in!' you demand of yourself, even as your eyes roll and your cock actually shoots out a little pre at the big one reaching over to spank your ass again.\n\nThough it seems to last forever, it's probably only a few minutes of the two monsters spitroasting you before they thrust in and give their own little shrieks of release, flooding your ass and throat with their loads. Your eyes roll up almost entirely in your head this time, your body swallowing again and again on reflex as you cum harder than before. It feels like your mind is spraying out through your cock as you utterly and completely empty your balls, spurting out more jizz than you ever have in a single day let alone one load as the things' aphrodisiac spunk spills inside you. You're barely conscious as the two of them pull out of you and give you a shove to make you flop over on your back, splaying out naked, vulnerable, and thoroughly smeared with both their cum and your own. You can hear them laughing as they gather up your things, just before you pass out.\n\nWhen you come to it's dark, just barely enough moonlight filtering in through the forest canopy above for you to see by... though the visible bits of sky are just light enough that it looks like it's approaching morning. Your entire body feels sticky, and you're hit with a fresh wave of humiliation as you remember how it got that way. Pouting a bit, you drag yourself up and over to a large tree, basically huddling against it and hoping the monsters, or anything else, doesn't find you before morning... though you're not sure exactly what you'll do then. Still, the wait gives you time to resolve yourself to the obvious fact that you've somehow been transported to another world by touching that sword. A very dangerous, lewd other world with rapacious monsters in it that certainly don't care that you're not some cute maiden before they try to breed you.\n\nWhen the sun is up enough for you to see easily, you look around a bit more, especially for any place more of those things might be hiding. But though there are numerous hiding places, no more of the creatures attack... maybe they moved on, having satisfied themselves by stealing all your stuff and molesting you. There's a stream nearby that you manage to clean up in before searching for anything they might not have taken, but all that's left are various scraps and shreds of the clothes this body was wearing when you got here. The best you're able to do is basically knot some of them together to form a bit of a loincloth/skirt to cover yourself.\n\nOnce you've finished that, you struggle to think of what to do now. You're in a strange place... a strange <i>world</i>, almost certainly, barring the idea that there's some massive park staffed by bandits on horses and horny monsters inside Worldland... practically naked. No clothes, no food, no weapons. No money either, come to think of it (though that's as it was even before you got here). You vaguely recall there was a road back the way you came, if you can find your way back to it, and roads generally lead to cities. That would... <i>probably</i> be safer than staying in the wilderness? Although near the road was also where you were attacked by bandits, so you don't exactly have a lot of guarantee of that. \n\nBut you guess your only real options are to brave the danger of the road and try to get to civilization, or brave the dangers of the forest and just try to survive. You guess the benefits of the forest are that any food you find will actually be yours to just take, and maybe you could forage for things that you could sell for money when you did go looking for civilization? That's the only real argument you can see for staying where you are.\n\n<hr>\n[[Return to the road.|EricMF9x4]]\n\n[[Stay in the forest.|EricMF]]

You stare blankly at the massively endowed woman for a few moments, your brain working like mad to come up with some sort of answer that will let you get out of this. "I thought I'd at least hear your terms again," you finally venture, doing your best to sound calm and confident.\n\nShe blinks, and for a moment you think you've blown it. But she just looks at you oddly for a moment before smiling sultrily and letting out an elegant laugh. "Ahaha! So, you thought it over and decided you'd see if I'd sweeten the pot any further, is that it?"\n\nStill spinning out ideas, you go with, "Well, I dropped the hostage. Thought it would be an act of good faith for the negotiations."\n\nShe purses her lips briefly, then inclines her head slightly. "Very well, since you're serious. I, Queen Arana, shall generously allow you to join my crew as... oh, fine, full partner. You will be entitled to a share of all plunder and bounties equal to mine. And of course access to all the wonderful facilities that I have here aboard ship... as well as my, ah..." She runs a hand up and down the edges of her top, pulling it just a bit lower as she does, making her tits wobble and look like they'll come spilling out if she even breathes in. "Personal facilities."\n\nYou swallow heavily, but manage to keep your reaction off of your face otherwise. There may as well be a giant flashing neon sign behind Arana that she's evil and that teaming up with her will mean becoming a... space pirate? Which means you'll probably be doing a lot of morally questionable things... or just outright wrong. Still, on some level you realize you already knew that when you agreed to hear her terms. And besides... she is totally offering to fuck you and just <i>look</i> at those things!\n\n"I think that offer sounds pretty fair," you say slowly. "After thinking it over... yeah, I think we can make this work."\n\n"Excellent. Then let us consummate our agreement, and our union, dear Cypher," Arana coos, tapping the bottom of the bustier. The straps drop and the bottom falls off, letting her massive tits drop slightly and sway, still amazingly bouncy and high despite their size.\n\nYou stare for a moment, then tug at your suit, trying to find the clasp. As if responding to your sudden desire to get it off, it simply peels away, retracting into a single piece in your hands, the guns connected to it. You resist the urge to just toss it aside and actually set it down, before approaching the bed. Your body is a lot like your old one was, just a bit more lean muscle and an extra inch of cock jutting in front of you, giving you a full eight inches.\n\n"Mmm, you're well-formed," Arana notes as she turns over onto all fours and crawls to the edge of the bed, tits bobbling and swaying with every motion, the large, dome-shaped nipples capped by thick, long nubs. "Though my body has been modified to more thoroughly enjoy more... robust... lovers. What would you say to a bit of augmentation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Augmentation? Well, okay.|BadCypher4x1]]\n\n[[Let's... leave everything as it is, alright?|BadCypher2x1]]

"Well, I live on this planet too, so of course I'm concerned about it," you answer, thinking over what you remember of Shinra from the game, and some scraps that the sim seems to have fed you. "But more than that, Shinra squashes people's rights and conquers other countries. I'd rather fight them so I can choose to live free of them than over vaguer issues like the environment."\n\nBarret doesn't look 100% enthusiastic about your answer, but he does look pleased enough, nodding along at a few points. Jessie glances over her shoulder during it and gives you a grin, and you think you even see Cloud focusing on you with a less intense scowl than before. So it looks like you managed to give an answer that didn't blow any one person away, but still won you at least some points with everyone.\n\nThe elevator stops and you continue on through the reactor, along a few very unsafe walkways and down some ladders, eventually arriving at the main reactor access point. Barret, apparently still uncertain of Cloud's loyalties, passes him the bomb and demands he set it up, the blonde man shrugging derisively before stepping forward... then halting, a stricken look briefly coming over his face and a shudder running through his body. Wait, that's right, he's having some sort of... flashback, or something, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to comfort him.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Just let him be.|FF7F1x4]]

"Erica," you say aloud, the name blinking and the window disappearing as everyone settles back into motion. "Erica Clash, ex-MAGE."\n\n"Nice to meet you, I'm-"\n\n"We don't have time for this," Cloud cuts in, still scowling lightly. "We have a mission to accomplish."\n\nGeez, touchy. You follow after him as he heads into the reactor, Barret growling about how he doesn't trust either of you and plans to follow you the entire time to make sure neither of you betray them. The three of you make your way through the various levels of the reactor, eventually winding up somewhat crowded into an elevator with the sole other female on the team, who seems to be hunching in close to the controls to avoid attracting any negative attention.\n\n"Pretty weird ta be workin' this with ex-SHINRA goons," Barret grumbles. "Besides, I thought SOLDIER and MAGE hated each other. Half expected th' two of you ta be at each other's throats'n'shit."\n\n"... I don't care about things like that," Cloud says, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm just here for my pay."\n\n"The planet's dyin', Cloud!" Barret shouts, shaking his (flesh and blood) fist in the air.\n\n"Not my problem."\n\nPractically trembling with anger, Barret just glares at Cloud for long moments before looking at you. "How 'bout you, huh? You feel the same way? You just get outta MAGE to get a bigger payday as a mercenary, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, that's right."|FF7F]]\n\n[[Be idealistic.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Be pragmatic.|FF7F1x3]]

Okay, this is a magic-using character, best to use magic. Let's see, casting always had a motion they used in the game, so as long as you're consistent with the one you use the sim should pick up on that you're trying to cast magic... at least, that's how you'd program it! You raise your arm at the elbow and sweep it in a circular motion in front of you and out to the side, then thrust your palm towards the human guard while shouting, "Bolt one!"\n\nTo your relief (and pleasure), crackling blue and purple electricity shoots from your hand and flies through the air, slamming into the red-clad guard and flinging him backwards to turn into red energy and dissipate. You're kind of relieved at that... you'd much prefer a lack of realistic scorch marks and flesh burns as a result of your attacks. Then you yelp as the guard dog dashes forward and bites at your leg, a flash of pain coming from the spot before the beast abruptly leaps back to the spot where it was standing. The pain's gone just as quickly as it happened, but you notice your HP bar is lower. A glance down shows there's not even a hole in your tights where the dog bit you. Yeah, this sim is definitely running on the full turn-based combat of the original game. Again, that's fine by you... you'd rather not limp around with a bleeding dog bite until you found a Potion.\n\nDoing your best to repeat the earlier motion exactly, you thrust your hand towards the guard dog and shout "Bolt one!" again. Another blast of lightning, another flicker and dissolve of red energy, and the platform is now clear of enemies. You give a somehow instinctive twirl of your staff and pose a bit with hip and chest jutted once you've swept it down to the side, and watch a menu pop up showing a meager trickle of XP and AP, as well as informing you that you've picked up a Potion and an Ether. You blink at that, then notice that your menu is still floating a bit to one side, though it just has your name, HP, MP, and a down-pointing arrow on it. You reach out and tap the arrow, and it shows you the menu you saw before, though 'Escape' has been replaced by 'Item', and below that 'Setup'. You tap 'Item' and find that you do in fact have three potions, two ethers, 200 gil, and something called a 'Mako Focus'. Hm, you'll have to look at that later. Tapping setup brings up a somewhat more extensive menu... you can't seem to move more than your head and arm while the menu's open, so the game's apparently 'paused'. But it looks like this is where all the other functions will eventually be, like changing equipment and party members and such.\n\nClosing the menu back to its basic form, you hurry forward and down the platform steps, to where the small assemblage of AVALANCHE members is waiting patiently. The skinny guy lifts his head and calls, "Oh, hey new girl! We were just doing introductions! Or, well, Cloud was telling us his name. You're...?"\n\nThey all freeze, and you notice that the space under your name on the basic menu has turned into a dashed line. Ah, so 'Erica' is just the default, you can change it to something else. Well, you don't really have a problem with it... although you could always put in something goofy or silly, that would amuse you to hear the characters say all the time as if it were completely normal. Also don't some games unlock extra options or jokes if you put in certain names?\n\n<hr>\n[["'Erica'."|FF7F1x2]]\n\n[["Heh, 'Tits McGee'.|FF7F]]\n\n[["Oh, 'God' is fine.|FF7F]]\n\n[["lol, 'Slut'.|FF7F]]

"Looks like something went down at the reactor plant, yeah," you answer, giving her a casual smile. "Tell you what, why don't you sell me a couple of flowers so your night's not a complete bust, then head home, huh? Just to be safe?"\n\n"Oh, thank you, that's very kind of you." Aerith smiles and produces about six of the flowers, asking five gil for them. (Hey, you even got a free one, not bad.) She then turns and hurries off, with you discretely checking out her butt in that tight pink dress. Hm, yeah, that's probably nicer than her chest, to be honest. \n\nYou catch up to the others at the train, eventually making your way back to Sector Seven and following along with the others a bit behind to Seventh Heaven. You enter after Cloud, spotting Tifa almost immediately (you and she look like you could share bras, so not bad yeah), and a small girl hiding behind Tifa. You grin some as she peeks out, actually coming out a little as she spots you... apparently you're not as intimidating as Cloud. "Hey, Marlene," you greet as Barret comes in behind you. "Check out what I got for the bar," you continue, producing the small bundle of flowers from your inventory and watching as her eyes widen. She comes rushing over and you hand them to her. "Why don't you put those in some water and set them somewhere you and Tifa can see them?"\n\n"'Kay!" she chirps, and you notice that you seem to have won some points again with the others... well, you have no clue if Cloud appreciates your cheering her up, his face is still a mask. The meeting eventually moves to the secret room downstairs, where you mostly stay quiet through the ensuing argument between Barret and Cloud, waiting until they all come back down and Cloud takes over training on the punching bag. Tifa approaches you, smiling awkwardly. \n\n"Ah... Erica, I'm sorry, but we had to promise Cloud a bit of a bonus. I'm not sure if we have enough to pay the both of you right away, but I promise if you wait awhile..."\n\n"It's fine, I'll trust you to be good for it," you answer, since you're not sure how interesting this sim would be if you quit over not getting paid immediately. Tifa looks relieved and thanks you several times, and gradually everyone seems to start winding down and getting ready to sleep. As you yourself are finding a spot, though, a popup window appears.\n\n'Your Mako Focus has begun to lose charge! This unique item retained from your days with MAGE is what allows you to have an expanded MP pool and to regenerate MP without items, as well as various other effects. It can only be recharged by absorbing a specific kind of Mako energy... that present in living beings. To that end, the Mako Focus is capable of reshaping itself to assist pleasurable sex with either a male or a female. Please engage in sexual intercourse using the Mako Focus within the next twenty-four hours to avoid loss of abilities.'\n\nYour jaw drops a bit. So that's what it is?! It's some sort of... "mana transfer" device, to use the Fate/ term?! You have to fuck someone while using it or you'll lose your special abilities?! ... Well, it is a sex sim. You guess you better consider how to address this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck someone now.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Wait.|FF7F]]

Cloud's pretty invested in his 'tough guy' thing... trying to comfort him in front of Barret would probably just make him feel worse. When Barret starts to snap, you raise a hand and shake your head, instead saying a bit more gently, "Hey, Cloud, we need to go."\n\nCloud's head jerks a little, but then he simply nods and attaches the bomb to the reactor, apparently to Barret's satisfaction. Once he steps away, though, the alarm goes off, and almost immediately the massive mechanized guard trundles out. Luckily between Barret's gun, Cloud's sword, and your Bolt spells, you make quick work of it, since the bomb is already ticking. The three of you rush up, Cloud pausing briefly to yank Jessie's foot out of a rut and you grabbing her wrist to help yank her up a ladder faster, all of you making it out before the explosion goes off behind you.\n\nOnce all of you are out of the immediate reactor area, Barret advises that you split up, Cloud giving you a brief look before heading in the opposite direction you were glancing in. You're not entirely sure whether you're growing on him or if he's coming to hate you even more or what. Either way you head off towards the nearby streets, doing your best to stroll around casually despite the large metal staff slung on your back.\n\n"Oh, excuse me, do you know what's going on?"\n\nYou turn towards the voice, and blink. Oh, that's unexpected... somehow you expected Cloud to be having this encounter offscreen. Instead Aerith is standing right in front of you, the pink-clad woman looking at you with concern. She's pretty nice-looking in person... her hair and face lend her that 'sweet and kind' demeanor, her expression is curious and sincere... body's not bad, either. You do chance a very quick glance down to see that her chest isn't exactly modest, but then your current form still kind of puts her to shame.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gently urge her on her way.|FF7F1x5]]\n\n[[Cozy up to her.|FF7F4x1]]\n\n[[Tell her to fuck off.|FF7F]]

"I don't like this," Sailor Venus whispered, looking around the halls of the pyramid-like youma dimension they'd invaded, resisting the urge to rush between the pools of illumination provided by the smokeless torches burning on the walls.\n\n"This is where Sailor Mars's signal is coming from," Sailor Mercury murmured back, glancing at the other girl and then looking back to her computer. "We've no other choice if we want to rescue her from Anubilis."\n\n"We'll get her back for sure!" Sailor Moon declared, the other three giving nods of agreement.\n\n"This is it?" Sailor Jupiter asked once Mercury stopped in front of a door. Receiving a nod, the tall girl reared back and slammed a kick against the door, all four of them springing forward and posing dramatically.\n\n"In the name of the Moon, we've come for our-!" Sailor Moon started, only to squeak and blush at the sight in front of them.\n\nThere was a long line of some sort of racks, obviously Egyptian in aesthetic but otherwise thoroughly automated. Two of the racks were occupied by donkeys, braying and snorting as long, thick metal shafts pumped into their asses, their heavy balls twitching as they fired a seemingly endless supply of cum into the stroker-equipped pneumatic tubes sheathing their cocks. All four girls stared in shock at the strange, lewd sight, realizing there was no sign of Rei as well... until something creaked open above. All four had just enough time to reflexively look up at the sound before a deluge of pale, creamy slime splashed down onto them, soaking their bodies thoroughly and leaving their skirts soaked and white Senshi uniforms semi-transparent.\n\n"Gah!" Sailor Jupiter raised her hands and gave them a shake, goo flicking off her fingertips in long strands. "What is this stuff?!"\n\n"I think..." Sailor Venus sniffed, then made a face. "I am pretty sure this is cum." She glanced over at the machines, making an even deeper face. "Donkey cum."\n\n"Ewwwwww!" Sailor Moon squealed, dancing a little. "That is so gross! Get it off, get it off, I don't wanna be covered in donkhee-hawwww!" \n\nHer eyes widened, the other three looking at her. "Uh... what did you say, Usageee-hawwwwww!" Jupiter instantly clapped a hand against her mouth, then erked as that sent some of the jizz coating her gloves right past her lips and over her tongue. Before she could react she was gasping and hugging herself with both hands, shuddering as the front of her panties bulged beneath her plastered-down skirt. The others stared in shock as the bulge grew more and more distinct, stretching out beneath the hang of green cloth, until the lower part of her leotard suddenly burst open, spilling free her stiff donkey dick and balls, the long donkey tail lashing free in back and swaying above her gradually broader and furrier ass. "Hawwww! Hee-hawwww!" she blurted in alarm, ears already starting to grow and turn furry, face pushing outwards into a donkey shape.\n\n"N-no, Jupit-hawwwwww!" Venus cried, shuddering at the sound, and at the feeling of the pressure in her crotch and feeling of her own leotard starting to stretch. "Mercureee-hawwww, do sometheee-hawwww!"\n\n"I-I'm trying, I'm trying!" Mercury stammered back, tapping at her jizz-smeared computer with equally dripping gloved fingers, even as her ears grew longer and longer, her leotard barely containing her cock and balls as they grew faster and faster, her tail already having escaped through the leghole to flick around near her hip. "It's... it's getting hard to theee-hawww, theee-hawwwwww, think!" she forced through. "I... I think my intelligence is being drained, I can't... I'm gettheee-hawwwwng dumber, I-!" She gasped loudly as her cock finally tore through her leotard, spilling out and sending a spray of pre spattering through the air. Her eyes rolled up, her lips curling in a shameless smile. "And it feee-hawwwwls soooo goooood!"\n\nThe computer fell from Mercury's hand as she instead grabbed her cock two-fisted, starting to pump it while thrusting her hips into it, face now steadily pushing out into a muzzle as well. "Being dumb fee-hawwwls soooo goooood, I wanna be a brainless donkhee-hawwww!" she squealed in her steadily thicker and hoarser voice, fur already spreading across her body from the donkey traits she'd acquired.\n\nJupiter's head had already fully changed, leaving her braying and snorting mindlessly even as the rest of her remained largely female, leaving long, slender femining fingers to stroke her shuddering, spurting donkey dick as the change gradually spread down from her broadened, lengthened neck. Sailor Moon looked desperately at Venus, hoping that at least one of her friends was resisting the changes, only to find that the other blonde was already climbing into one of the racks of her own volition. "Hee-hawwwww, soooo gooood," she moaned out, shuddering as the mechanical arm moved the thick metal shaft into place and started pumping it relentlessly into her ass, her spread pink hole slowly growing thicker and darker. She slid her hands through the metal manacles in front of her, letting them click into place, her fingers rapidly starting to fuse below the restraints. "Milk mee-hawwwww, milk my big dumb donkheee-hawwww dick! HAWWWWW!" she brayed happily as the sleeve slid into place over her prick, sheathing it all the way to the balls, the stroker setting to work with its inexorable, unwavering pumping motion.\n\nLooking back and forth in a panic between the other two, Usagi saw that both were almost completely transformed. Jupiter was on all fours, completely a donkey save for her lower arms and legs, which were changing as the fur spread down along them, for the moment her fingernails still painted a vibrant green as she made her way on all fours towards another of the stalls. Mercury was changed entirely as well, save for the blue of her eyes and the pink pussy nestled between her thick black asshole and heavy, dangling donkey balls. But as Usagi saw the light of sentience fade out of those eyes, they darkened to a deep brown, and as the donkey turned to make its way towards the racks, that pink pussy sealed up to become a wrinkled black taint.\n\n"I'm... I'm still fine," Sailor Moon murmured, shuddering even as she felt the burning beginnings of the transformation lurking inside her body, coating every inch of her along with the donkey seed soaking her skin and hair. "I... I can resist the change, I can still save them all!"\n\n"You could," boomed a deep, masculine voice from every shadow in the room, making her jump. "Perhaps you could, at that. Use your power to burn out the transformation that even now thunders in your veins. Even reset the world to undo the changes to the others. That is within your power, yes?" The voice went quiet, before a booming chuckle preceded the next words. "And then tomorrow, you'd have to get up and do it all over again. And again, and again, and again. Always struggling, always fighting. On and on, forever. ... Or..."\n\nA light snapped on, highlighting the next empty stall as its pneumatic arms moved the dildo-arm and suction tube into place. "You can get in. You can let your mind leech away into empty animal bliss, and experience the same pure, orgasmic joy the others did. That they're experiencing constantly. Just give in, Sailor Moon. Take off your silly little costume, slide your hands and feet into the manacles, thrust your hips to fuck yourself against the stimulator, and prepare for an eternity of pure, mindless climaxes."\n\n"No... no... I... I..." Sailor Moon stammered. "I couldn't... I could never...!"\n\nThirty seconds later, her Senshi uniform was scattered in a line towards the stall, and her hands and feet were sliding through the manacles. She moaned softly and eagerly at feeling them click into place, then cried out joyfully as the huge metal vibrator slid into her ass and began to pump away with all its mechanical precision. "Yes, yes, fuck my brains out, fuck me, fuck me into a stupid donkey!" she moaned, thrusting her hips back eagerly against it. "Make me a donkey! Hee-haw, hee-hawwww!" she brayed, even before the first strand of fur began to sprout from her ears.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>Donkey milk factory</i>

If she's not going to bother to approach you, you're not going to risk it approaching her. What if your body owes her money or something? No thanks, at this point you want to avoid trouble unless it comes right to you. ... Except for how you're looking for an adventurer job that will send you right to trouble. Except that.\n\nBut it's trouble that pays. And you find at least several jobs that you think you could manage to do just with a stick and maybe throwing some punches or rocks, since they're very stereotypical 'Starter' quests. In fact some of them sound more like pre-adventure quests for kids, but you can't exactly be picky here... you've seen settings where guilds actually offer basic no-risk quests like that just because the townspeople are willing to register them, you're guessing that's true here too. \n\n[[Rats in the cellar|EricMF11x2]] - Yeah, some tavern literally has rats in their basement and needs someone to kill them. Sigh.\n\n[[Lost pet|EricMF]] - Yeah, someone actually lost their dog and needs someone to look for it. Sigh.\n\n[[Lost item|EricMF]] - Yeah, somebody dropped something while they were out of the city and needs someone to look for it. Sigh.

Smirking wider, you snap your fingers, the soft crack of sound ringing through the hallway. Really, all you wanted was to bring her to the edge, to let her know she'd already sacrificed all her principles in desperation to avoid her fate, before you went ahead and sealed said fate.\n\n"Noooooo!" Rei wails, even as her back arches and her hips lurch forward as her crotch begins to bulge. She twists and writhes as the long, thick shaft grows outward and the bulge beneath starts to swell and grow fur, her legs flexing and twisting in place on the floor and making the thick equine cock wag in the air as it grows longer and longer. "Nooooo, no plea-hawwwww!" she brays as her face starts pushing out into a muzzle shape, ears starting to elongate and grow fur. "Not a donkhee-hawwww, not a donkheeeee-hawww!" she continues to wail, tossing her head around as her thick dark hair starts to shorten and spread down her back, turning bristly and stiff.\n\nChuckling, you snap your fingers to release her bonds, Rei instantly flopping forward onto the ground from her struggles, her new fully-formed donkey dick pressed down against the floor with her tits around it. She gasps loudly, quickly scrambling to get up, but by the time she's on her knees, she's already wrapped both hands around it and is starting to pump wildly. Tears stream down her already half equine face, voice thick and ridiculous as she cries, "Noooo, it fee-hawwwwls so goooood, nooooo, hawwww, hee-hawwwww!" Her eyes roll as she pumps herself faster and faster, hips jerking to try and fuck into her hands as fur spreads down from her ears and across her head, spreading over her body. "No... no... yeeeeees!" she suddenly wails, lips curling along her muzzle into a shameless smile, broad animal tongue lolling out. "Yeeees, hee-haw, hee-haw, the dumber I get the better it feels! More dumb! More dumb! Take away brain! Take away brain so donkey can cum! Hee-hawwww! Hee-hawwwww!"\n\nOf course you don't have to do anything further but watch, Rei's tits shrinking in against her chest as it's covered in grey fur, her legs shifting, toenails thickening and merging together as they cap her changed feet in hooves. Her new tufted-tipped tail flicks back and forth behind her as she raises up onto all fours, fingers merging together as they too are capped with hooves. She shakes her thick equine flanks in the air, showing off her pucker as it grows thicker and turns black, taint bulging where it runs uninterrupted down to her hairy donkey balls. Her inane babble grows less and less understandable, mostly a mixture of "Dumb good! Donkey want dumb, donkey cum!" along with ever more authentic brays as her voice turns thicker, hoarser, more animal. As his barrel expands, the donkey tosses its head and brays louder, its hip-thrusts slapping its cock against its belly and chest, until finally it lets out a long, utterly animal bray and begins firing long ropes of cum through the air to splatter all over the floor, some of it joining the puddle the other donkey made.\n\nYou chuckle softly as you eye the pair. They're virtually identical, with no immediate identifiers to tell which animal was originally Mai, and which one was Rei. All for the best... what good would stripping them of identity and self be if you left identifying marks? Still, you've rather enjoyed making this pair...\n\n... maybe you should make quite a few more donkeys, hm?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi26xEnd2]]

"I mean... what about Mister Tendo?" you suggest slowly.\n\n"M-my dad?!" Akane splutters.\n\n"Well we could count on him not to tell, right?" you answer with a wince. "Besides, he's got a pretty good incentive to do it... I can't marry you if I'm dead or turned into a frog or something."\n\nAkane opens and closes her mouth several times, obviously not sure where to start on several of the things in that statement. "But... my daddy," she whispers in an almost whining tone.\n\n"Geez, it's not like I wanna," you grumble, rubbing the back of your neck. "But what else am I gonna do?"\n\nAkane looks torn for long moments, before finally sighing and letting her head and shoulders slump. "No, I guess you're right. There's really nothing else to do. I... maybe I should come along?" she asks. "I mean, if I tell him, he'd have to believe you and understand how serious it is, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She should come.|FRanX]]\n\n[[She should stay away.|FRanX]]

Mash leads you through the doorway and through a number of white, faintly high-tech-looking halls that are largely as unadorned and unremarkable as the room you appeared in. The next room she leads you into, however, is a large sort of spherical area with circuitry-like blue lines covering the black walls, and a long walkway leading towards a circular platform. Standing at the end of the walkway is a girl who looks like she might be only a few years older than you, with long platinum blonde hair with one braid draped forward over a shoulder, all of it looking rather mussed like she just rolled out of bed. She has a somewhat long orange and black jacket on over a white underdress, the style clearly somewhat trying to evoke wizard's robes and immediately leading you to mentally dub it 'Potterpunk'. She also has dark orange hose on, and black pumps.\n\n<img src="images/OlgaFGO.png">\n\n"Hmph! Well it's about time you got here!" she snaps the moment you're close enough to hear without her shouting. "I've been waiting for you, Pervert Mage!"\n\n... You actually played a bit of this game at one point and you're pretty sure she wasn't, uh, quite like that. Looks like whoever wrote this sim amped up Olga's Tsundere Quotient a little bit. "Sorry, I only just got here," you reply.\n\n"I did bring him right away, Director," Mash adds, giving her a short bow, which after a second you copy.\n\n"... Hmph," Olga Marie repeats. She looks at you with a scowl that's just almost a pout, folding her arms as she adds, "Listen, your abilities may make you necessary for this... mission... but you just keep your perversity to yourself as much as possible! Remember that you're from the lowest of the low mage families, and I'm from one of the highest, so you should know your place!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Fine, fine."|FLO1x2]]\n\n[[Sounds like <i>she</i> needs to learn her place.|FLO]]

"Okay, okay, I get it," you say with a sigh. "Can we just get on with it?" After all you're basically being promised lewd fun if you can get past all this setup.<<set $olganormal to true>>\n\n"... Hmph. Fine. Now, it's time to summon a Servant for you," Olga Marie declares, turning towards the platform.\n\n"<i>A</i> Servant?" you repeat, blinking. "I thought I got a free ten-pull with a guaranteed gold."\n\n"'Ten-pull'?" Mash echoes in confusion.\n\n"'Guaranteed gold'?" Olga Marie mutters, turning back to you and looking at you as if you've got a cow up your nose. "What are you talking about? Who's been telling you about Chaldea's Servant summoning, but more than that, who's been giving you this weird information?"\n\n"N-... nothing, I guess it's just something I heard someone say in the hall," you mutter.\n\nMash still looks confused since you didn't actually pass anyone in the hallways, but Olga Marie just huffs again. "Anyway. Chaldea's summoning system can summon you <i>one</i> Servant right now, but then it will take some time to recharge the systems. We can also do our best to select the class of the Servant you will summon, and I suppose if you have a preference it doesn't really matter... whichever one you summon should be helpful for this mission, since that's how the summoning works. So I'll be generous and let you pick, what do you want, pervert... Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, or Berserker?"\n\nWell if there's no such thing as a 'ten pull' then the whole 'class advantage' thing probably isn't in effect. After all, Olga Marie did say any of them would work, it's basically just up to you to decide which one sounds best to start with.\n\n<hr>\n[[Saber.|FLOSummonSaber]]\n\n[[Archer.|FLOSummonArcher]]\n\n[[Lancer.|FLOSummonLancer]]\n\n[[Rider.|FLOSummonRider]]\n\n[[Caster.|FLOSummonCaster]]\n\n[[Assassin.|FLOSummonAssassin]]\n\n[[Berserker.|FLOSummonBerserker]]

Why not try out your Mystic Code on a "willing" test Servant, er, subject? Since you have him here and all. What to do with him, is the question? You're pretty sure you can alter his body in any way you can come up with, you're pretty sure...\n<<set $altcodeused to true>>\n<hr>\n[[Actually turn him into a girl.|FLO]]\n\n[[Make him even more submissive and breedable.|FLO]]\n\n[[Make him a big-dicked fuck machine.|FLO]]\n\n[[Merge him with his steed.|FLO1x4]]

Oho, yeah, why not get interesting with it, since he is after all a Rider class? As you recall, his steed is a Hippogriff... which is sort of like a griffin but with some horse bits. He'd be a much more powerful Servant if he and the Hippogriff were one, right? Right? The fact that he might turn into a big hot monsterguy is purely secondary, heheh.\n\n"Alteration Mystic Code!" you declare commandingly, causing all three of the others in the room to let out an 'Eh?!' of surprise as you thrust your hand towards Astolfo.\n\n"H-huh?! Master, what are you-?!" Astolfo starts to ask, before letting out a loud gasp as his body shudders. He looks down at one of his hands in shock as it starts to change, taking on an appearance somewhat like a bird of prey's foot, fingers and forearm growing a layer of scaly yellow and fingernails curling into talons. He gives a little cry of surprise and what sounds kind of like pleasure as the rest of his body starts to grow as well, straps breaking and his dress starting to tear as he grows taller and more muscular, fur and feathers starting to sprout all over his body. "M-Master~!" he whines in some mingling of protest and gratitude, the change obviously fairly pleasurable as he clutches the sides of his head, his face starting to change, lips and nose pushing outward into a beak. "M-Master, I can feel myself becoming one with Hippogriff! Ahhh, we love each other so much and now we're becoming oooone!"\n\nFrom the slightly blank look in his eyes as they start to change from blue to yellow, the merging isn't doing his INT score any favors. But he looks, if anything, even happier as he gets dumber, his cloak and the rest of his armor falling away as his dress rips even more off his still somewhat femininely-proportioned but now larger and more muscular body. His black satin panties are bulging wildly in front, obviously struggling to restrain his growing and hardening cock, pushing further and further out until they finally snap and fly off, the stunned and slack-jawed Olga Marie actually having to yelp and dodge to avoid being hit in the face by them. His long equine cock springs free and wobbles in the air, dribbling pre as he shifts in place, the hooves that his feet have become clopping audibly on the metal floor. His feathery grey wings spread from his back and give a few little flaps, apparently of pure joy.\n\nHis face now fully (if still fairly anthropomorphically) avian, even if his head is still capped by the same pink hair with its braid, the transformed Astolfo gives a few happy, neighing chirps as he strokes the massive horsecock you've given him, clearly completely happy with the alteration you've made.\n\n"Wha... wha... wha...?!" Olga Marie stammers.\n\n"Oh my," Mash murmurs, still just staring.\n\n"I-I knew you were a pervert, but this is really too much!" Olga Marie blurts. "Just what do you think you're doing?!"<<set $astolfogriff to true>>\n\n<hr>\n[["Going to my room now."|FLO]]\n\n[["... and you're coming with us."|FLO1x5]]

"I'm thinking a different sort of farm animal," you announce, sending a little nudge into the energy bloating Jupiter's belly before starting to pull it free. Jupiter's cries are already going more strident, the jerking and twitching of her body more urgent as you do, the liquid mass in her belly starting to jiggle and wobble of its own accord.\n\nShe gasps loudly as your tentacle pulls free of her mouth. "A-aaaa! What's happeneeeeeighng?!" she yowls, part of the word coming out in a distinctly less human tone than the rest. She tosses her head, crying out in mixed confusion and pleasure as her face starts to elongate, pushing out into a muzzle as her hair lengthens, the ponytail staying closer to the bottom as her hair turns green. As the swelling in her belly shrinks, the rest of her body trembles and shifts, muscles growing larger and more obvious, tits getting bigger by the moment... as well as a distinct bulge growing below the hem of her skirt. She continues to toss her head and cry out, each cry sounding a little bit more like a whinny as white and purple hide starts to cover her skin. Her boots burst to shreds as her feet contort into glossy green hooves, followed closely by the rest of her Senshi uniform being torn to shreds as her tits burst free and her cock pushes its way through the remnants of her panties, dangling free and heavy, pink and growing more equine all the time where it extends from her white and purple sheath, heavy balls dangling down between her steadily more muscular legs and increasingly toned ass. \n\nShe sucks in a hard breath, her stomach tightening (literally, into an obvious six-pack even beneath the white horsehide), and she lets out a long, purely animal whinny as her head finishes taking an almost entirely equine shape, though there's still some suggestion of anthropomorphism there. Her sclera turn black, the green of her eyes taking on an unearthly groan as she stamps a hoof on the floor and snorts, a tail of long, silky green strands sprouting from above her taut ass. You release her as the last of her transformation settles in, her muscles still twitching as she stands upright and gives another snort, nostrils flaring, broad-tipped cock giving a slight jerk and dripping a splatter of pre onto the floor. While she might have been described as "Amazonian" before, the word truly applies now... better than seven feet tall, every muscle powerful and defined, tits high, proud globes, cock a gently-swaying pillar of virility. She's covered in mostly white horsehide, though it's smeared with yokai purple like a palamino, save for her Jupiter-green mane and tale. She stomps a hoof again, making her hefty balls and enormous cock sway. "Mmmm. That is a lot better," he rumbles, her voice still recognizable but rather deeper.\n\n"Amoozing," Milky Mars groans with desire, tweaking her now freed nipples.\n\n"Very nice," you add in a coo. "Welcome to the family... ah...?"\n\n"Jupi-... no... Zeus Stallion," the new yokai says with another snort and flair of her nostrils, reaching down and giving his massive equine prick a few strokes. "I like that."\n\n"Let's hope you're responsible for the destruction of just as many pretty young maidens," you answer with a snicker.\n\n"But right moo all I want him to destroy is this pussy," Milky Mars purrs, turning around and leaning forward, tits and udder hanging down heavily as she shakes her fat ass at her former friend and now sibling.\n\nZeus Stallion nickers happily, quickly stepping forward and grabbing at Milky Mars's yielding hips with her big hands. With a whinny that fills the warehouse, he shoves forward, stuffing the entire massive length into her in a single thrust, Milky bellowing an orgasmic moo to mingle with it, both sounds completely indistinguishable from an animal's. Zeus begins pounding forward, fucking his sister at a full gallop, snorting and huffing as her balls swing forward to slap against the other yokai's udder. Milky lows repeatedly, rocking herself back against her sibling's thrusts, her generous ass slapping against the powerful hips resoundingly, nipples and teats spurting out streams of milk almost every time that flared cockhead slams home inside her.\n\nYou watch your offspring coupling with pride, a hand working over one of your perky rubber tits while the other fondles your stiff rubber folds. Still playing with yourself, you open your backpod and stretch out a handful of tentacles. One winds its way under Zeus's green tail, and then thrusts between those toned asscheeks, deep into her tight asshole above the base of those swaying balls. She throws back her head and lets out a loud whinny, and when she does you stuff another thick tentacle down her throat. This time, however, she begins working it with her broad, agile tongue with a will, sucking it hard, just as Milky does when you stuff a tentacle in her mouth as well. You wind tentacles around their bodies, caressing and stroking and stimulating them, rubbing balls, sucking nipples, stroking backs. The two are soon in a completely frenzied animal fuck-haze in the coils of your stimulating tendrils, all thought and sentience briefly driven from their glowing eyes and replaced only by an animal need to breed.\n\nYou pull the tentacles out of their mouths just in time for Zeus to give a long whinny and Milky an equally long moo as he begins pumping her pussy full of demonic cum. Milky's nipples and udders spray milk all over the warehouse floor, enough to create a small pond as she bucks and twists in orgasm, both of them continuing to give animalistic grunts and huffs even as they finish off. After a few moments you retract your tentacles, and Zeus Stallion pulls out, his cock flopping down to sway around her kjnees for the moment, Milky Mars standing up and turning to face you as well, both of them once more instantly all business.\n\n"Obviously we should go after Mercury now," Milky Mars asserts, licking her lips. "Once we have her, taking the other two down will be easy."\n\n"Mmmm, I can't wait to rape her," Zeus Stallion groans happily, cock giving a light twitch but otherwise staying in control. "Make her scream and cry and beg... for more, obviously," he adds with a chuckle, her glowing eyes dancing expressively. "I wonder what sort of yokai she'll be?"\n\n"She won't be any kind if we don't figure out the best way to go at her," you point out with a flip of one hand.\n\n"Right now, she's probably at home, on her computer. In about half an hour she'll be deep in research and completely flat-footed," Zeus notes as his cock slowly starts to retract into her sheath, until the fat white opening has swallowed it completely. "We could go right at her, bust right in... she might have time to change, but that just means she'll be wearing her Sailor Slut uniform when I pound her into submission with my cock."\n\n"Mm, brother-sister's very sexy desires aside, I say we just repeat what we did to Mookoto," Milky counters. "You saw how well it worked, I can distract her, Zeus Stallion can come up behind her, and while she's still reeling and trying to figure out what to moo, you can grab her from above. She'll be mooaning her soul out in under an hour from now!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to Zeus.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Listen to Milky.|HLSenshi]]

"You distract her. The sight of you ought to give her a good shock," you reply, Milky Mars giggling and nodding as you fling a pair of tentacles up to the shipping container, hauling yourself up to it and then pulling the door mostly closed behind you.\n\nYou watch as Sailor Jupiter walks into the room, indeed already transformed as Milky Mars predicted, her little green pleated skirt flouncing a bit as she walks. You watch her round the corner and then come to a dead stop, her jaw dropping as she spots your offspring posed seductively, one hand on her curvy hip and the other gently caressing her udder, urging little droplets of milk from her teats to spatter on the floor. "Hello, Mookoto," she coos happily, glowing red eyes smoldering.\n\n"R-Rei?! What the hell happened to you?!"\n\nYou burst out of the container, flinging tendrils down to grab up Sailor Jupiter's wrists and ankles, the surprised Senshi yelping as you yank her hands above her head and together, forcing her to bend forward with her legs spread, pantied ass jutting back out in the air. You force her to lift up on the balls of her feet where she has practically no leverage, leaving her wiggling and thrashing futilely. "The same thing that's going to happen to you!" you chirp exultantly.\n\n"There there, Mookoto, don't be worried," Milky Mars says sweetly as she steps forward, tits and udder wobbling as she leans forward to stroke the Senshi's cheek. "You're going to enjoy being a yokai! Once Moother has transformed you, you won't even be able to remember ever wanting to be anything else!"\n\n"N-no! Rei-chan, you have to fight this! Sailor Mars!" Jupiter tries, putting some snap into her voice. "Remember your duty to our Princess!"\n\n"The way I see it, my moo-ty is to make sure she's strong, powerful, and happy," Milky Mars answers with a smile, standing upright with another wobble of all her udders. "And she'll be all of those things and moo-re as a yokai. Shall we get started, Moother?"\n\n"Certainly!" You extend another tendril from your backpod, the long black rubber thing wiggling a bit as it moves towards Sailor Jupiter's face. She defiantly presses her lips together and turns her head away... until you use another tendril to whip her on her exposed, panty-hugged ass, making her yelp. The moment she does you shove the tendril into her mouth, working it back and forth, her cries of protest muffled as it works its way down her throat. The length of it outside her lips wriggles and writhes as you thrust it back and forth, working it deeper each time, Jupiter's body twitching and jerking as she feels more and more of it sliding down inside her and bulging her throat.\n\nOnly once the end of the tentacle is firmly lodged in her stomach do you stop, extending six more tendrils from your back and opening their tips up into suckers. They quickly slide over Milky Mars's nipples and teats, the cow yokai closing her eyes and letting her shiny red lips part in pleasure. "Mmmmmoooooooo," she moans, starting to rub at the sides of her tits and udder in turn, urging more thick yokai energy milk out of them.\n\nMakoto's eyes widen as the first bulge of milk in the tube approaches her lips, actually pressing against them for a moment like a dog's knot before it shoves inside, the magical girl jerking as her throat is bulged up more by the thick wad of liquid energy being passed through the tube. As more and more of it is pumped inside her, transferred from her moaning, demon-corrupted friend, through you and into her. Her stomach gradually begins to bulge, the thin white material hugging it stretching more and more as she looks as if she were progressing through a pregnancy in a matter of minutes. It takes about fifteen minutes, in fact, for her to hit the equivalent of nine months pregnant... when she hits something closer to eleven, the stretched white material of her Senshi uniform splits open, spilling her wobbling, milk-filled belly free as the Sailor Senshi gags and trembles, her eyes rolled up in her head and the crotch of her uniform soaked to transparency, juices running down her strong thighs.\n\n"Mmmm, look at her cumming from all that milk being poured into her, Moother," Milky Mars coos, panting eagerly, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. "You're giving her so moo-ch!"\n\n"We want her to be a very powerful yokai, don't we?" you respond, smirking as the captive Senshi twitches in orgasm again, her wobbling water balloon of a belly actually starting to glow purple with all the liquid yokai energy filling it. "But I think that's almoo-, er, almost enough."\n\n"What do you think we should turn her inmoo?" Milky Mars asks, shaking her big ass a bit as her own arousal streaks down into the cowhide covering her legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Another cow.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Different livestock.|HLSenshi10x2]]\n\n[[A rape-beast.|HLSenshi]]

Hey, robots are cool, and lewd robots? Well, you're definitely curious at the very least. You tap the option to spawn one, then hop back a bit as it appears practically next to you.\n\n'Kinda bigger than I expected,' you muse, looking upward. It's tall and fairly broad, with a 'headless' design of just a torso, four arms, and legs. It's mostly silver, though there are panels of what look like some smooth black rubber substance at various points, most obviously its crotch. Said crotch is currently smooth, so it doesn't <i>look</i> like much of a sex machine at the moment, but obviously it must change when it's activated. As you're pondering the robot, something else appears in front of you and you almost reflexively snag it out of the air. It's a tablet in the same style of silver as the robot, with a smooth black screen that lights up with 'Scanning for targets'.\n\nLooks like this bit works even when the sim is paused, luckily. A wireframe of the room appears with a pair of outlines, one marked with your name, and the other being Ranma (with 'Ranma Saotome' above her head). Well obviously. You tap Ranma's outline, and the screen changes to three simple words:\n\n[Pleasure]\n\n[Break]\n\n[Enclose]\n\nHm. No further explanations. But, if you were guessing from, y'know, context, then 'Pleasure' would obviously mean that the robot would give her, uh, pleasure. 'Break', parsed through hentai tags, would probably be 'Mindbreak', as in force-fucking Ranma until her brain gave up and made her start liking it. And 'Enclose'... hm, no idea on that one, really, you'll leave it for later.\n\nDeciding to put it into action while the sim's live, you unpause everything. Ranma takes a second to notice the robot, before she jumps backward in surprise, hands lifted in apparent praise to metal music for some reason. "Wha?! What the heck, where'd that thing come from?!"\n\n"What, you didn't notice it before? I just brought it in a bit ago," you reply.\n\n"Uh... y-yeah, sure!" Ranma says with a laugh. "... What is it though?"\n\nYeah, her pride would never allow her to admit she didn't notice something being brought in, which is the obvious explanation for how it got there. You consider the best response for the 'Pleasure' or 'Break' options.\n\n<hr>\n[["It's a sex toy."|RanBot]]\n\n[["It's a training tool."|RanBot1x1]]

You don't even remember actually impacting on the bunk, essentially falling asleep in midair. All you know is that when you awaken, feeling rather groggy, you're now bent over something... a table, you think? The metal is cold under your bare skin, and your arms are stretched out ahead of you. Your wrists are enclosed by... it's a sort of strange, staticy distortion that constantly seems to crackle silently. You seem to be completely naked, to judge by the touch of slightly cool air all over your body, your toes and the balls of your feet just barely able to brace on the floor below.\n\nLooking to the side, you see that there's another table nearby, and another naked man on top of it. Unlike you he's situated on his back, those staticy bands surrounding his middle, his head moving back and forth as if he too had only just begun to wake up. And beyond him... is that a Raptarran?! It looks like a large velociraptor straight out of Jurassic Park, its back marked by dark stripes on its dark green skin. It's grunting and moving in a motion that seems quite suggestive, but you can't see anything of what it's actually doing... from the height you think it's up on a table too, is it fucking another pirate?\n\nYou can hear what sounds like a door slide open behind you, and then footfalls that come with claws clicking on the metal floor. You turn your head to try and get a look at your captors, and feel a surge of fear roll through you as one is suddenly looming right over you, its body brushing yours as it leans in, its predatory face hewing right into view. It actually looks like it's smirking at you as it stares right into your eyes, making a few low hooting noises as it runs its foreclaws delicately down your naked side. You feel like a mouse whose gaze has been snared like a mouse being snared down by a snake. But when it raises its claw and you hear beeping from nearby you can't help but turn your head to look. It's working some sort of screen, the stark green outlines and text to one side of them changing every time it taps an arrow... and the entire time it's working you can feel something starting to poke at you, stiff and a bit slick, rubbing against your ass and nudging against your balls, making your eyes widen with the realization that it must be the alien's cock. It continues to scroll through the options until it stops on an outline that looks like a... is that a donkey?... and presses another control on the screen. You look back at the Raptarran, whose expression has broadened into an obvious, toothy smirk... right before it pushes its cock into your ass.\n\nYou cry out at the sudden penetration, the dinosauroid's long, inhuman cock spreading you open and pushing deep into you with a smooth, effortless motion on its part, as if this were something it had done countless times. It hoots and chirrs softly, almost mockingly above you as it begins moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, obviously enjoying the way you squirm and grit your teeth, little grunts and gasps escaping you despite your efforts to keep quiet. Its leathery sack thumps lightly against your softer one as if to remind you that you're getting fucked by a male, as if the thick, spearlike shaft pumping into your previously virgin hole weren't enough. You steal a glance to the side without thinking, finding that the other pirate is watching with wide eyes as you get fucked... and no doubt able to see how your cock has grown half-hard against your will, your body's natural reactions unable to ignore the growing pleasure of the alien's violation. You shudder a little in shock, your ass involuntarily squeezing down on the cock still slowly pumping into it, as another Raptarran steps between you and the other bed, barking and hooting at the one fucking you before handing over some sort of pistol-shaped device. The Raptarran pushes its cock deep inside you as it leans in, putting the 'barrel' to your arm and letting you see the little cylinder of faintly glowing fluid inside of it. As your eyes widen in realization and terror, it smirks wolfishly and pulls the trigger, sending a wave of heat rushing through your veins from the injection point as the cylinder slowly empties.\n\nDropping the emtpy injector gun aside like an empty soda can, the Raptarran grabs your hips with its clawed hands and begins fucking into you harder and faster, making you cry out louder with every thrust. But you can feel the heat spreading through your body now, a strange tension building in your muscles as you begin to change. As your face begins to lengthen and push out into a muzzle, your cries begin to alter as well, turning from human sounds of protest and unwanted pleasure into something more guttural, like an animal's braying. You can feel changes in your hands, your fingers curling and growing shorter, pressing together even as your limbs lengthen and thin. The Raptarran's hands spread as your ass grows, becoming large, broad flanks, a pressure at the base of your spine extending outward from above where the Raptarran is plunging its cock into you. Even your asshole feels like it's shifting around that throbbing spearlike cock, growing thicker and more muscular, engulfing it even as you accept it more easily than before. But all of that is eclipsed by the feeling of your cock! You can feel it growing more and more, getting bigger and thicker, your balls growing ever heavier and more full... the sensation of your cock growing until it can be measured in feet only increases your ashamed pleasure, making the steadily less human-shaped shaft grow harder with every thrust of the dinosaur dick into your thickened pucker.\n\nYou try to cry out a protest, a plea for mercy, anything to get them to stop, but all that comes out of your mouth is "Hee-hawwww! Hee-haw hee-hawwwwww!" Part of your brain is refusing to acknowledge what must be happening to you even as you can feel your ears growing longer, your skin tickling as it sprouts grayish-brown fur. The Raptarran pounding your ass begins thrusting harder, faster as you bray out in time with its thrusts, feeling something build up in you, until the alien gives a long yowl and you can feel a long, heavy rush of wet heat inside you. The sensation pushes you over the edge, and you bray out a loud "HEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as your long cock jerks in the air, spurting out an almost equally heavy load all over the floor, your equine prick twitching and jerking as you empty your balls.\n\nAs the Raptarran pulls out of you, you look around in a daze. To one side the other captive crewman you saw seems to be undergoing a similar transformation, albeit his newly quadrupedal legs are sticking up in the air, the fur sprouting over his body white with large black splotches, and you can just barely see his cock shrinking away, and something large and pink growing up on his belly. Several Raptarrans cluster in around the pirate, mostly hiding his ongoing transformation from your view as you turn your attention to staring in shock at your... hooves. You can't see much of your altered body, but just by the feel of things as you wiggle and shift, the little chuffs and brays that come out when you try to speak, it's obvious... you're a donkey now.\n\n"Hawwwww!" you bray in shock as another Raptarran moves up behind you and thrusts into your cum-lubed asshole, plunging its glistening red prick into your thick black donut of a pucker. Its thrusts feel almost smug as it fucks you, and once again you can't help but take pleasure from its violation, your balls quickly growing heavy and aching again, your fat donkey dick jolting and wobbling beneath you. Over the next little while several more Raptarrans fuck you, leaving you dazed in between with your cock drooping but not going limp and alien jizz dribbling down your wrinkly black taint and over your balls. Eventually you notice a group of them standing near your table, apparently conversing, and... snickering? The trilling noise they make kind of sounds like that, anyway. You're wondering what they're planning as one comes over and undoes your restraints, fastening some sort of collar around your neck. You try to resist, to turn and bolt, but your body barely twitches at your command, instead obeying the Raptarran's apparent order to turn and walk, your new hooves thunking on the metal floor.\n\nYou're being ordered to approach the other table, which now holds a fully grown female cow, its pussy spread open and dripping just as much cum as your ass must be. The table lowers even as you approach, settling closer to the floor, and you begin to have an idea of what the Raptarrans must intend only a moment before one gives a 'kwark!' noise, and you find yourself hefting your upper body upward, your hooves thunking down to either side of the cow's barrel on the table surface, your belly squashing its udder somewhat... and the flared head of your cock coming up to press against its already thoroughly-used bovine pussy. You stare down at the cow's face, seeing the eyes of the other crewman staring back at you in an equal amount of panic.\n\n"Hawwww, hee-hawwww!" you bray in an attempt at apology for what you know is coming next.\n\n"Mmmooooooo!" the transformed pirate bellows back.\n\nWhether that's an acceptance, condemnation, or a plea, you have no idea as one of the Raptarrans presses a button on a remote and you feel a shock from your collar. The jolt is enough to make your body lurch, and purely on reflex you drive forward, stuffing your long pink equine prick deep into the crewman-turned-cow's creampied cunt. Your new huge donkey dick is almost instantly buried in the hot, wet, squeezing confines of the transformed pirate's cowpussy, and the sheer amount of cock you can feel being pleasured by it makes your eyes roll in your head. You try just to pull out, but even that feeling of suction from the prone bovine's well-fucked passage proves too much, and with an ashamed "HAWWWWW!" you thrust back in. Soon you're plunging your prick into that hot bovine hole, raping your fellow transformation victim with just as much urgency as the Raptarrans fucked you, braying out your pleasure at the feel of the changed pirate's gooey animal cunt sheathing around you and your heavy equine balls slapping against its own thick pucker of an asshole. You feel ashamed that even the pirate-turned-bovine's moos are turning you on at this point, and that shame isn't lessened by the fact that you can feel that hot cow cunt squeezing and spasming around you as you let out a long, loud bray and start spilling your load deep inside of her.\n\nYou let out heavy, animal-like pants as you look down at the cow, who's staring up at you with glazed eyes, probably just as ashamed of having cum from getting fucked by a thick donkey dick as you are from raping a cum-covered cow cunt. Any thoughts of pulling out are halted, however, by one of the smirking Raptarrans stepping up behind you and pushing into your ass. "Hawwwww!" you bray as you feel the now-familiar sensation of a dinosaur dick sliding into your ass and starting to pump into you... and your mind begins to fog over with pleasure again, and you're soon thrusting desperately into the cow and back against the Raptarran, raping your fellow transformed pirate even as you're raped by your captors.\n\nWelcome to your new life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypherAREnd3xEnd]]

"What else?" you sneer, raising your hands and bringing your fingers together as if to snap.\n\n"No, wait!" Rei blurts, lurching forward, her eyes wide. "I'll, I'll do anything! Just don't turn me into a mindless male animal! Anything but making me... turn into a donkey..." The last bit is said so quietly and desperately that it's not hard to guess that a lot of her fear stems from how Mai obviously enjoyed it, <i>wanted</i> it by partway through the process. The idea that she'll lose her identity, but more that she'll want to, clearly terrifies her.\n\n"Hm. Alright, well, tell me some of the things you'd do to avoid becoming a donkey," you say in a musing tone, parting your fingertips slightly.\n\n"I'll... I'll suck your cock!" she stammers, even opening her mouth and jutting out her tongue in demonstration. "I'll lick your balls, or... or your ass! Whatever you want! I'll ride you with my pussy, or my ass, whatever you want! I'll... I'll..." Her eyes are wild, her desperation obviously and quickly growing as she sees you seemingly unmoved. "I'll drink your piss?" she whimpers. "I'll fuck whatever you tell me to, or... or... just tell me what you want and I'll do it!"\n\n"Hmmm... and what about your friends?" you ask in a thoughtful tone. "Would you help me destroy them, of your own free will? Would you help me rape them, twist them, change them, and all of it without me ever making a single change to your mind or will?"\n\nRei's expression grows even more horrified, her face going pale. "W-what... I... I c-... I... please, no, I..."\n\nYou slowly bring your fingers back together, even making it clear that you're preparing for the snap.\n\n"WAIT!" she cries, lurching forward again, expression more desperate than ever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|HLSenshi26x2]]\n\n[[Snap.|HLSenshi26xEnd1]]

You stop, your fingers still pressed firmly together. "Yes?"\n\n"I'll... I'll do it... I'll betray the others," she whimpers, slumping her head, tears sliding down her cheeks.\n\n"Of your own free will? With no influence of mine on your mind or conscience?"\n\n"... yes..."\n\n"No, girl, say it," you demand with a sneer. "Say the words, or you'll join your friend," you add, tilting your head towards the donkey now standing placidly in the hallway, its ears twitching as its mostly limp cock dangles beneath it, not yet having resheathed.\n\n"... I'll betray my friends of my own free will," Rei echoes miserably. "Without you influencing my mind or conscience."\n\n"Good." Smirking, you reach forward and press a fingertip to the top of her crotch, just below her belly, Rei yelping as she feels heat across her skin, a glowing set of markings appearing there.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/7oo9Ur0.png>\n\n"What's this?!" she yelps, obviously terrified it's the beginning of some transformation spell after all.\n\n"My mark. With this, I can work my magic on you anywhere, at any time. Oh, don't worry, as said, it won't affect your mind or will, no matter how much you want to convince yourself that's so. It will only allow me to carry out my threat of transforming you anytime, anywhere, as slowly or quickly as I want." You let the binds holding her dissipate. "Which I will do the moment you disobey me. You are, of course, free to disobey me at any time... at which point I will turn you into a donkey. Immediately. Or perhaps something even less intelligent and more ridiculous, like a cow, or a lizard." Smirking as she shudders at the thought, you add, "Do you understand?"\n\nRei slowly climbs to her feet, head lowered as she stares at the ground. "... yes..."\n\n"And the next time you forget to call me 'Master', I will do so immediately."\n\nShe winces at that, looking up at you and hastening to reply, her tone meek, "Yes, Master."\n\nPleased at how thoroughly you've cowed the proud, hotheaded Senshi, you snap your fingers, the donkey vanishing in a puff of smoke and the damaged portions of the area starting to fly back together. Rei jumps a little at the suddenness of it, but obviously doesn't dare to question you as you instead turn and walk back into her apartment. The repaired door closes after her seemingly of its own volition as you make your way to the bed, settling down on the side of it and flipping aside your loincloth, revealing your long, thick black cock, just barely having thickened and hardened. "Worship me with your mouth and hands, slave."\n\n"Yes, Master," Rei murmurs with a little sniffle, walking over and easing herself to her knees between your legs. Obviously barely resisting the urge to burst into tears from humiliation, she leans forward and drags her tongue along your shaft, sucking at it here and there with her red-painted lips as she goes. You resist the urge to become hard, leaving yourself mostly soft and pliable as she begins working you over with her hands as well, lifting your shaft up so she can fondle your balls and stroke you, slipping the very tip of your cockhead into her mouth and suckling gently. Let her take even more damage to her pride and ego from thinking she's not quite enough to get you hard without working for it.\n\nEventually she begins bobbing her head along your still mostly-soft shaft, doing her best to gulp down more of it and stuff it down her throat while her hands rub over your balls. She's clearly starting to put more and more effort into it, as if desperate to make you react, to get back at least a little of her self-worth as she shows that even if you've made her betray everything she is, she can still at least be a good cocksucker. Her tongue works ever more diligently against the underside of her shaft, and she begins to make low, eager, encouraging noises in her throat as she stuffs more of your cock down it, rolling her eyes up towards you almost pleadingly to see if there's any reaction. You keep your face an impassive mask, even as she presses her lips to the root of your prick, swallowing and gulping at you near-desperately.\n\n"I think I'll have you lick my ass for awhile now, slave," you announce in an almost bored tone, inwardly smirking at the sorrow in her eyes as she pulls her mouth back and off your prick, a soft cough sounding as your thick, limp dick slips out of her throat.\n\n"Yes, Master," she sniffles hoarsely, before leaning in, nuzzling her way under your balls and starting to tongue at your pucker, your heavy black-furred sack resting against her face as she licks your ass, yet again growing steadily more eager-to-please.\n\n"Now, while you're busy with that, I think I'll ponder how to have you betray your friends and destroy the other Sailor Senshi," you announce, enjoying the shudder of emotional pain that you can see go through her body at the statement almost as much as the feeling of her tongue pressing deeper into your ass at the same time. "What to do, what to do, how best to have Rei-chan decimate her dearest, closest acquaintances...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Lure them to their doom.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Sexually destroy them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Transform them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Straight-up murder them.|HLSenshi]]

Smirking, and keeping Ranma in the camera the entire time, you discard your pants and walk over, sinking to your knees in front of her and proffering your stiff prick to her moaning lips.\n\nYou can see Ranma look up at you in shock and horror as she sees both you and the camera, going rigid underneath the big dog as it continues to pump away at her pussy. Then it's like something just snaps in her brain, and with a low, eager moan she lets the dog's thrusts drive her forward and onto your dick, sucking it down eagerly, slurping and sucking at it with abandon, using it to muffle her even more enthusiastic slutty noises than before.\n\nSmirking at Ranma completely abandoning herself to perverted lust, you reach your free hand down to tangle in that pretty red hair and start fucking her face, driving forward to slap your balls against her chin. You make sure to pan back and forth from the view of your cock pumping away into her mouth below those lustful blue eyes back across the dog on her back, its tail wagging as it fucks her eager pussy, the squelching of its puppy prick pounding her sodden sex even more audible to the camera's microphone from here.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, you like those cocks, don't you, you fucking slut," you half-purr, half-growl at her as she gives an agreeing moan around your prick, churned-up drool dribbling down the sides of her chin and soaking your balls as they slap against it. "Find you here fucking a dog, then you start sucking my cock like there's no tomorrow, such a damn whore, aren't you?"\n\n"Mmmn! Mmmm!" Ranma moans around your prick enthusiastically, loud quagging noises adding to her answer as your shaft pumps down her throat. Then her eyes roll up and she starts making truly whorish noises around your prick as the dog thrusts forward hard, working its hips and then thumping them in close against her ass, her whole body shaking and her throat milking your dick as she's knotted. You watch in amusement, and not a little pleasure from her continued oral ministrations, as the dog manages to heft off her back and turn ass-to-ass with her. She starts wiggling like she wants to say something, so you pull back, rubbing your spit-shined prick against her face as she moans out, "Fuck my ass, fuck me in the ass, fuck my bitch ass please!"\n\nYup, she's snapped. Still... not a bad suggestion! Grinning, you get up and move behind her, nudging the dog's tail out of the way and lining your saliva-lubed prick up with that little pucker. As you push in, you can feel the bulge of the dog's knot and the heat of its pulsing, constantly cumming prick through the wall separating her pussy and ass as you slide inside. The dog pants and lets out its own animalistic moans as you start thrusting into Ranma's ass, the redhead moaning and begging with more lewd pleas and self-degredation.\n\nAbout the time the dog's knot deflates enough to slide out of her, leaving her pussy gaping and gushing cum in its wake, you shove in and fill her with your own load, Ranma's eyes rolling and tongue lolling out with an overload of an orgasm at the combination of sensations. 'I don't think you need to go back to being a guy anymore,' you decide with a smirk, opening your menu options and finding one to lock Ranma permanently in girl mode. \n\nSoon she's got her tits wrapped around your prick, sucking the tip of it without reservation despite it just having been in her ass, shaking her hips similarly shamelessly as the dog's tongue laps at her well-fucked holes. "I wanna do more lewd stuff," she moans eagerly in between sucking your cockhead.\n\n"Oh yeah... mmm... how about..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... making Akane lewd too?"|RanDeb]]\n\n[["... fucking more animals?"|RanDeb]]\n\n[["... making more videos?"|RanDeb]]

"Oh hey, just got an alert. Looks like my sim snagged another consciousness!"\n\n"Huh, where from?"\n\n"Who knows, could be a trespasser in the system. Or maybe it's that kid that went missing the other day after getting digitized, could be that one. Not like it really matters, looks like they wound up 'ghosted'."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, leave me out of talking about all the weird bad ends you've stuck in that simulation."\n\n"Still, kind of amusing if it was that kid... broke out of the digitizer storage probably hoping to preserve his identity and sense of self, wound up as a ghost with neither."\n\n"Uh-huh. So what're you gonna do with the data?"\n\n"Probably just let it integrate into the sim. It'll wind up in every run of the program from now on... getting defeated or lewding other players or NPCs. A soul trapped forever in my little RPG world."\n\n"Ever considered getting counseling for your God complex?"\n\n"It's really more of a Satan complex and I'm not sure they offer counseling for that."\n\n<b>Tifa Sim</b> end - <i>Ghost in the machine</i>

You walk through the corridors of Arana's ship, your overfull tits and udder bouncing heavily, wobbling back and forth with a sloshing that's just barely audible even through the suit. The cannisters on your back are full, so the plating has retracted, leaving your large, overly stiff nipples and your jutting teats completely visible, outlined in thin black rubber. The pirates you pass all visibly become erect as they blatantly stare at your endowments, and the small rear-camera view of your HUD shows several of them rubbing their stiff pricks through their pants as they eye your fat, rubber-clad ass once you've moved by them. It's embarrassing, but you can't really blame them... actually, with feeling so overful, you're just barely resisting the urge to strip down and present your plump pink pussy to all of them to let them do as they will.\n\nInstead you hold it together as you make your way to Arana's quarters, the space pirate queen rising from her thronelike chair as you enter. "Ah, how did the mission go, my dear Cowpher?"\n\nYou flush a little at the diminutive nickname she's taken to using for you, but dutifully report, "It went perfectly. The grenade you designed did its thing... in less than fifteen seconds all the guards and soldiers were all squealing sow-women, shaking their asses and begging for the men to give them piglets. Any that were too far away or in other parts of the building either gave in and started fucking the sows or were easy to handle."\n\n"Excellent, excellent!" Arana coos, eyes glittering as she watches you retract the suit, baring your lewd bovinesque body, and allowing dribbles of white to escape from the pink tips of your mammaries. She sighs dramatically as she walks over to another section of her quarters, with you following along behind dutifully. "What a shame that the Raptarran ship wound up self-destructing so soon after we rescued you, taking all those Raptarrans with it. Imagine what I could have done with everything in there, rather than the few small dregs we rescued first."\n\nPrivately, you can't help but be a little relieved. You may be on her side, but Arana with even a tiny bit of Raptarran genetic engineering technology is scary. Her Animus Grenades can change people into practically anything she wants in less than half a minute, though currently she's apparently limited by making it some sort of livestock. It doesn't seem very fitting to point that out, however, since she's currently cooing "Let's get you taken care of, my pretty little Holstein" in a loving tone as she activates your... 'relief device'.\n\nPart of the floor slides open, what looks like a high-end massage table with the middle cut out rising up out of it. You waddle over and carefully settle into position, folding your arms in front of your head, and sighing with just a little relief as the support field activates, gently taking the weight off of your entire body, including your hefty, dripping, dangling tits and udder. You shiver delightedly as Arana oils up her gloved hands and starts stroking and kneading your big pale tits and your fat pink udder, her gentle massage sending spurts of white down into the still-open space below the supports. Once your breasts and udder are clean and gleaming, she presses another control to bring up a series of suction caps and attached tubes out of the space below. She herself gently fastens the suction chambers over your nipples, stroking and jerking each of your teats like she would a male lover's cock before slipping them into the tight, gripping sheaths of the suction caps.\n\nYou mooan loudly, closing your eyes and relaxing at the constant, borderline orgasmic feel of finally being milked. You don't even bother to look up or react as the back half of the table splits, spreading your curvaceous thighs wide to provide access to your fat, dripping cunt. You know that even now, Arana is pulling on 'Asterios'... her nervelink-enabled bull cock strapon. You know she's going to spend the next few hours fucking you, cooing sweet, degrading things, smacking your big ass and squeezing it like a stress toy, making your tits and udder jiggle as they keep gushing out milk.\n\nIt was a stupid decision to take the gene modification without knowing what it was... but it worked out pretty well!\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>A spider's favorite cow</i>

You've gotta figure 'Lusty Lady Lather' is what those two use. Maybe if you smell like they do, they'll be subliminally inclined to go easier on you? You can only hope.\n\nDolloping a large glob of the stuff into your palm, you start scrubbing it over your chest, the pinkish stuff immediately turning into a thick, bubbly foam. That's kind of pleasant, you have to admit, the scent of cherry vanilla wrapping all around you in a distinctly feminine scent. Nevertheless, you start running your hands up and down your body, the foaming lather pretty quickly covering you from head to toe as you scrub. The scent actually gets pretty strong, slipping in your nose and wrapping around your brain, and you find your mind wandering back to those big, fat cocks Mai and Chun-Li are wielding. Overcome by your daydreaming, you run your hands through the lather on your chest, feeling slick, pliant flesh press down and then bounce back with a jiggle, your hands sliding down your sides and back over the curve of your hips. You bite your lower lip as you run your hands over your ass, squeezing the round, yielding cheeks and feeling a trickle of suds run over your sensitive asshole and down the skin below. You slide a hand around the front, fingers tracing over the smooth skin of your crotch. Shaking your head to try and clear it, you bring the rest of the suds up to scrub into your hair, feeling foam trickle further and further down your back as the ticklish-slick feeling of wet hair brushes across your shoulders and then your lower back.\n\nYou finally step back under the showerhead to rinse off, sighing distractedly at the feeling of water running along your tits and flat belly and streaming through your long hair. You step out of the shower and grab a towel, rubbing yourself down until you're at least slightly dry, then absently wrap it around your middle before taking a deep breath and stepping back out into the main room. \n\nChun-Li and Mai are sitting in two different chairs facing the door, stripped of their provocative fighting outfits and rather idly stroking their stiff pricks as they obviously wait for you. Both seem surprised at the sight of you for some reason, before Mai bursts out laughing. "Looks like <i>she</i> found the special body wash, Chunbuns?"\n\n"Wha?" Blinking, you look down at yourself... and your brain finally processes the sight of cleavage above the white fabric of the towel. You yelp and fling your arms wide in shock, the towel dropping and baring your body entirely... you now seem to be a rather well-developed teenage girl, with round, perky C-cup tits, a thin waist, lightly curvy hips and sleek legs to match. You realize that your hair is brushing against your back almost down to your ass as well, and a quick check with your hand confirms it, your dick is gone, replaced by a smooth, puffy-lipped pussy. "What's happened to me?!" you squeak in an utterly feminine voice.\n\n"Well, you've changed from a hot piece of boi-ass into a hot piece of pussy," Chun-li declares solemnly as she stands and walks over to you, circling around you briefly before moving up behind you. You shudder and let out a moan at the feeling of her cock sliding along the cleft of your ass and her tits pressing into your back, and let out a soft cry as her hands move to cup your tits and give them a light, stroking squeeze. You'd already been feeling pleasure at the wicked things they did before you, but now it feels like your body's instantly crackling with desire, a hard, hot pressure growing low in your belly, accompanied by a ticklish sensation along your inner thighs. \n\nMai laughs again, though softer this time, tits jiggling and cock swaying as she sashays over to you and then slides a hand between your legs. You whimper at the strange new pleasure of fingertips tracing along the outer lips of your pussy, skillful and insistent as they tease across you. You cry out loudly and arch as she finds the stiff little nub of your clit and gives it a light pinch, sending a shock of pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before running through you. "She certainly got the 'lusty' part of 'lusty lady' down, this little bitch is already soaking wet and practically cumming," the busty ninja coos.\n\n"Best give her what she wants, then," Chun-li answers with a bit of a smirk, slipping her hands away and allowing Mai to grab your wrist and tug you towards the bed. You stumble behind her in a shocked and pleasured daze, then give a soft 'oof' as you're shoved onto your back. Mai grabs you by the thighs and hauls you to the edge of the bed, then pulls your legs up so that your newly shapely calves are on either side of her big bountiful boobs. She slaps her cock against the front of your crotch a few times, making you gasp hard with every smack. Your eyes widen as you notice her pulling back, and feel her nudging the tip of her prick up between your pussylips.\n\n"W-wait! Wait, I'm not-!" You cut yourself off with a gurgling yowl as she suddenly thrusts forward, hilting deep inside you in a single shove, your back arching hard as your hands twist in the sheets, and your inner walls squeeze and milk at the thick shaft suddenly spreading them wid, cumming the same instant you're claimed. You've had a pussy for all of five minutes, and it's already being filly by a fat futanari fuckstick! Your eyes roll in your head, your teeth gritted as Mai starts pumping into you hard and fast, her heavy tits bouncing and swaying with her motions, your own brand-new boobs jiggling energetically with the impact of her hips against you.\n\n"Ah, ah, fuuuck, there's no pussy like a transformed boy!" Mai gasps out, looking rather overcome herself, her tongue lolling out and her eyes mildly glazed over with desire. Her thrusts, if anything, are gradually growing more frantic, coming harder and faster as she drives you against the bed. "Fuck, fuck this little bitch is cumming every couple of thrusts, her horny little bitch-cunt is just begging for my cum! I'm gonna knock this little bitch up before she's even spent an hour as a girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, I want Mai's baby!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Yes, I want to be a breeding bitch!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["No, not yet!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["No, please, I'll do anything else!"|HLMai]]

You start to answer, then pause. Hm. Even with the debug power, it might help to back up what you're doing physically. You pop open the menu, Akane freezing completely in place, not even breathing. Didn't the welcome screen say that with any of the powers, you still had control over your body sliders? Ah yeah, there they are! Grinning, you adjust the dimensions of your cock to something more fit for, well, for a big dick-themed porno, shivering a little at the sensation of your prick thickening and lengthening inside your pants, growing about half-hard and still making a noticeable bulge in your silk pants. You close the menu, then plaster a serious expression on your face, trying to give your words greater gravity. "I've come to tell you it's time that you stopped acting like you're as good as a boy."\n\n"W-what?!" she splutters, eyes widening. It's obvious that she wants to be absolutely furious, and you could have expected her to immediately punch you through a wall or something. But with the influence of the tongue stud, she can't get that angry... moreover, she <i>has</i> to think about what you're saying. You can see the tiniest shred of doubt flick across her eyes even as she scrambles to her feet, taking an aggressive stance and glowering.\n\n"Look, you have to have noticed that you're weaker than just about everybody, but definitely all the male martial artists around here," you continue, making sure to keep using that calm, reasonable tone, as if you were just explaining facts. "Your angry outbursts have everybody calling you uncute, your relationship with Ranma has gone nowhere, and the only guy that really wants you thinks of you as a delicate flower who should settle down to be his good little wife."\n\n"Wa-... wait, no, that's not," Akane tries to protest, then trails off, looking nervous now. Your statements aren't exactly rock solid, but the tongue stud seems to be soothing over any gaps in it and making the idea take grip in Akane's mind.\n\n"It's clear you're just a weak, pathetic little girl, and it's time to stop acting like you have any choices or strength of your own and get down on your knees," you continue, pushing down the front of your pants enough to fish out your newly impressive cock, Akane's eyes widening again as she stares at it. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock, Akane."\n\n"N-... you pervert, there's... no way," Akane protests, her face flushed, her breathing quickened and nipples stiff under her shirt.\n\n"Alright, we'll start a little slower. Take off your clothes."\n\nShe hesitates for a long moment, then, with trembling hands, reaches up to tug the orange straps connected to her skirt off her shoulders, fingers fumbling a little as she undoes the buttons of her yellow shirt. It hits the floor, followed a moment later by her bra... looks like the programmers were pretty generous, she's almost as big as girl Ranma! Next she undoes the waistband of her skirt and lets it drop, and stands there for a few seconds in her panties, tits rising and falling with her breathing. Finally she bends down some and peels the panties down, a little line of something clear briefly attached between the crotch of them and one of her pussylips. Oho, looks like your commanding manner, compelling powers, and the sight of your cock has had an effect after all! She straightens up, starting to murmur, "You've seen me naked, now take your pervert self and get out, I-"\n\n"Shut up," you order her mildly, and she opens and closes her mouth once or twice as if considering protesting before closing it. "Now. Get on your knees like a good, obedient girl." \n\nThere's a pregnant pause... then, looking ashamed of herself, Akane slowly sinks to her knees in front of you, trembling a little as she rests her hands on the front of her thighs. She gasps a little as you step closer, and winces just a bit as you lightly slap the underside of your now rather stiff prick against her face, then rub it against her. "Eric, stop, I-"\n\n"I didn't give you permission to call me by name," you interrupt mildly, making her look shocked. "If anything, you should be calling me Master. From now on, you'll call every boy master, since they're all superior to you. Now, open your mouth."\n\nThere's another bit of hesitation... but finally, Akane obediently opens her mouth, even sticking her tongue out a bit. You consider continuing to order her until she does it herself but, well, maybe some proper commanding action really will drive home the conditioning you want to give her. Grabbing the sides of Akane's head, you move your hips to slip the tip fo your cock into her mouth, then start pushing forward nice and firm, ignoring it as she gags and makes protesting noises, her throat bulging up with your thickness. Pulling her a bit more forward until your balls are on her chin, her lips around the very root of your prick as she gags and gulps at you, you hold her there for long moments before starting to pump your hips, fucking her face in quick, smooth strokes. \n\nAkane looks up at you, eyes pleading, though you're not sure whether it's for mercy or for more. Either way they're a little glazed, and this would obviously be a good time to keep up your compelling words.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on making her feel submissive.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Focus on making her feel owned.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Focus on making her feel worthless.|RanStud]]

Hm. From what you remember of the series, Akane was brash, outspoken, and really really contrary... she almost never agrees with, listens to, or obeys anyone. Except you can now make her do exactly that if you want. That could be interesting!\n\nYou see a door nearby with a little nametag reading 'Akane' on it, and that seems obvious enough. You walk over and knock, waiting for the call of 'Yeah?' to answer "It's Eric! Can I come in?" Sure enough, only a blink later there's another 'Yeah', and you grin as you open the door and step inside.\n \nAkane is sitting at her desk, apparently in the middle of studying. She looks up from her notebook and over at you, seeming just a little suspicious. You'd guess that's probably her default expression with anyone that's not her sisters or something.\n\n"Yeah, Eric, what do you want?" she asks in a dubious tone.\n\n<hr>\n[[To train.|RanStud]]\n\n[[To fuck.|RanStud]]\n\n[[To put her in her place.|RanStud2x3]]

"Hm, nevermind, passing thought," you say, waving it off.\n\nRanma shrugs, but indeed doesn't seem to give it another thought, flopping back down largely where he was and apparently zoning out again. Seems sort of boring to you but, you guess with his hectic life maybe he actually likes sitting, doing nothing, and being bored. You wander out of the room and into the hallway, where you ponder your next stop. There's plenty of characters you could try out your 'silver tongue' ability on, after all, no need to sit there focusing on Ranma.\n\nAnd if the description was accurate, you could basically talk anyone into anything. It's apparently easier if it doesn't clash with what they'd do normally... and you figure it would have to be easier if you did some 'build up' to it with less objectionable orders... but that doesn't seem to be an actual limit. You could easily and effortlessly get a character to do something already befitting their nature... or, with just a slight press, force them to go completely contrary to that nature. So, the question is, who to seek out...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanStud2x2]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|RanStud]]

"Pull up the genetic sequencer menu, please," you note briskly as you find a somewhat more standard-shaped chair to settle into, though there's a big opening in the back and the seat is tilted down at a slightly odd angle. "And no funny stuff with suggestions or unsolicited additions."\n\n"Very well," RAIPE grumbles as he projects a holographic menu of all the genetic sequencer's options for changing someone.\n\nYou scroll through it, noting that there are a number of options that are apparently meant for just Raptarran operatives... making them stronger, faster, even harder to kill, wow, some of this stuff is pretty heavy. Do they not do it to everyone just to make sure they still have a challenge? There's a lot of other options too, all sorts of animals, the ability to make hybrids, things like that. You also notice that there are options for sex changes, which makes you pause. ... Eh, Stripe seems to like your pussy well enough, and at this point you might want to have little lizards with him or something, he'd probably super get off on that if nothing else. So you probably do want to keep that... although from some of these options, it's pretty clear that if you did want your dick back, you could have that too. (Raptarrans don't seem that picky, you doubt Stripe would mind.)\n\nAfter spending some time with the system, you decide that there are several options that appeal. One is to use the 'genetic optimizer' injection on yourself, which would basically bring your body to its utmost potential, all Captain America-like. You're betting since the Raptarrans wanted you nice and healthy for both their hunt and for breeding with, your body's got some pretty outstanding potential. The other option is to inject yourself with Raptarran DNA, effectively becoming a hybrid... what's more, doing that would allow you to use some of the other upgrades the system offers, since those are keyed to only work for Raptarrans. The final option is that apparently the ship has a very small amount of Silver Star Elf DNA onboard, the species that the ship is named after (well, the violation thereof). Apparently they were something of a galactic ubermensch before their empire crumbled, possessing all sorts of abilities beyond pretty much anything else.\n\nThe question is, what to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[Maximum potential.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Maximum potential (but with a dick).|Stripe]]\n\n[[Raptarran DNA... definitely with a dick.|BadCypher10x8]]\n\n[[Silver Star Elf.|Stripe]]

"I'm afraid you have no bargaining position, little sister," you reply with a sneer, mentally urging the green and red wolves forward. Both abruptly assume Clydesdale form, the spacious room at least able to accommodate the massive horses with their jutting, immense cocks below them. It's a simple matter to induce the red one to roll over onto its back, and you lower Starfire down towards it.\n\n"Th-this is... friend Robin? But... but I did not think we would-" Starfire babbles, obviously gone even more scatterbrained than usual by the situation. Then she grits her teeth and rolls her eyes up as you maneuver her onto the crimson beast's cock, the huge flared head pushing her pussy open and sliding steadily deeper into her, her stomach bulging out with the equine shape of it and making every inch of progress completely clear. You keep urging her further and further down, keeping up the press of her bonds to move her onto it while Raven stares in horror. You don't stop until the opening of the Clydesdale's sheath is pressed against her stretched pussylips, the outline of its flared cockhead bulging from between her tits.\n\nOf course you immediately have the green Clydesdale mount up as well, Starfire shrieking with the intensity of sensation as its huge green cock shoves deep into her ass on the very first thrust. The horses whinny and snort as they start fucking both of her holes, the outline of the red one's cock made all the more stark by the pressure of the green one's inside her as well. Her pussy is soon gushing with every stroke of the horsecocks inside her, her gaping-open mouth starting to curl up in a brainless smile, her body trembling.\n\n"Mm, soon her body's grip on her mind will be loose enough and... ah yes," you coo, reaching a hand out, a dark flicker surrounding the crown of Starfire's head. She yowls with pleasure as you start erasing her mind, the sound becoming more and more of a literal yowl as it goes on. Her fingers shrink and curl, thumbs pressing in against her hands as curled claws press out from her fingertips and black fur begins to sprout from her skin. As her rear legs shift shape and shorten, a third pair of limbs starts pushing out from her ribcage, which briefly sprouts a second pair of perky orange tits before they and her original pair begin to flatten, the nipples shifting further down her torso as it too begins to be covered in fur. Antennae sprout from the spots on her forehead as her face pushes out into a muzzle, teeth turning sharp and a second row of them growing in.\n\n"Oho, alien animals, this could be quite useful," you almost chirp, sorting through the knowledge you're gaining from Starfire as it's burned out of her own brain. Almost idly you lower Raven to the floor on all fours, your little sister glaring at you, then gasping loudly as the cyborg wolf mounts up behind her and plunges its chrome cock into her dripping cunt. "Very useful indeed."\n\n"A-and what about me?" Raven grits out, as if trying to ignore the half-robot animal on its back raping her shamefully eager pussy. "Gonna, nnf, gonna turn me into your cat to stroke while you ponder e-evil?"\n\n"Oh no, little sister, you getting fucked by one of my beasts is just... entertainment. No, I think I have a much better idea in mind for you," you murmur as you come across an animal in Starfire's memories, smiling at the sight of the two Earth horses fucking the pussy and ass of a large six-legged panther-like creature with orange stripes and filling it with their cum.\n\nYou have the horses shift to small monkeys and go scurrying away, leaving the well-fucked alien feline to drop to all six paws, prowling forward with a low purring growl. You can see Raven shudder as she stares at it, moaning (with a faint thread of regret) as the wolf slips off of her back and leaves her dripping pussy vacant. "Still find her sexy even now, do you?" you mock Raven, seeing her wince a little at the accuracy of the statement. "Let's see if you're still into her when you see her next form."\n\nYou direct your newest mindless beast-slave to assume one of the forms in its genetic memory. In less than a second the sleek, pretty alien feline with its ass and cunt stretched and dripping cum is replaced by a large, pulsating sack full of green, pill-shaped glowing nodules roughly the size of a golf ball, waving innumerable translucent orange tentacles. Raven's eyes go wide a heartbeat before the tentacles lash out, grabbing her and winding about her to yank her into the air over the blob in the center. Feeling your own magic release her, Raven tries to call out "AZARATH METR-" only to have a tentacle stuffed down her mouth and deep into her throat, gagging her and completely ruining any possible concentration. It's not going to come any easier to her, you think in amusement as the near-formless thing that was once Starfire crams tentacles into Raven's pussy and ass as well, wriggling them in deep, before adding a second tentacle to all three holes, your sister's throat bulging up with the shape of both wriggling, squirming appendages fucking her mouth.\n\nRaven struggles and wriggles in the grip of the thing that was once her best friend as it rapes her, muffled groans of protest and quags of ashamed pleasure mingling. She gives a loud, if muffled yell as two of the tentacles stop merely teasing at her dark grey nipples and actually pushing inside them, the thin layer of ooze covering them apparently allowing Raven's nipples and tits to stretch to fit. Now the little glowing pellets begin passing from the sack and up the tentacles, beginning to disappear past the stretched holes the tentacles are violating, Raven's belly and tits gradually starting to swell up. As enough of the eggs fill her to start making the bulges slightly lumpy, the accumulated green glow of them starts shining through Raven's skin, showing just how full of the creature's spawn she is.\n\n"Each of these eggs, once it's gestated long enough to slip back out of your body, will turn into a small, fast creature capable of traversing immense distances and any environment," you explain in a pleasant tone of voice as Raven trembles, eyes rolled up in her head with near-constant overlapping orgasms, though you suspect she can still understand you... for now. "Once they find a suitable host, of course, they quickly metamorphose into one of these and lay a new batch of eggs. Tamaraneans hunted them to extinction because they were so dangerous... now Earth will give rise to a new outbreak. You'll be here to see it... but you may not be in much capacity to reflect on it," you add.\n\n"Glmnf?!" Raven tries to protest, or ask, before her body jerks as thinner tentacles push into her ears and up her nose. Her eyes roll up in her head almost completely, her egg-bulged form twitching and shuddering as the creature starts spurting a thick, cum-like goo right onto her brain, the combination oxygenating agent and intense aphrodisiac insuring she'll stay alive and in a constant state of compliant orgasm for the incubation period... and much, much longer, you'd wager. Normally these creatures die in mere months... but with a combination of that life cycle and a Tamaranean's, you wouldn't be surprised of the former Starfire kept impregnating the former superhero for many decades, or perhaps centuries, to come.\n\nYou smile as you watch Raven's body twitch and shudder, egg-swollen tits and belly glowing green. Yes, Father will be pleased.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Rook5xEnd]]

You grin as you make the changes. This should be fun. Finishing, you let time resume and give a few light knocks on the door before pushing it open and strolling on in. "Hey, Akane."\n\n"Oh, hey Eric." The short-haired girl is sitting at her desk, apparently in the midst of homework. She glances over, one corner of her mouth quirking up. "What's up?"\n\n"Just thought we could fool around," you answer breezily, dropping to sit on the edge of the bed and leaning back against your hands.\n\n"Yeah sure," she answers back just as casually, tossing her pencil on the desktop and standing up, breasts swaying lightly under her shirt as she moves. She moves to sit down next to you, glancing over at where Ranma's moved to stand in the corner nervously. "What about <i>him</i>?" she asks with a roll of the eyes, even as she reaches over and lightly starts fondling your cock through your pants.\n\n"Mmf. Figured I'd let him watch," you reply with a grin, your cock starting to grow stiff under the strokes of her fingers. You pull up her t-shirt as she gives a little laugh at that, her large tits spilling free, her personality adjustment apparently having had her go without a bra.\n\nAkane laughs, shooting a smirk over at Ranma, her eyes glittering sharply. "Sure, let him see what a real man looks like for once." Saying that she leans in to kiss you, lips parted from yours just enough to show her tongue swirling around with yours. Her eyes are slitted open, slid over to watch Ranma looking on with a pout, though not that you can blame her. You're doing something of the same thing yourself, even as you hug her closer with one arm and bring your other hand up to start fondling one of her breasts, squeezing it and rolling it around against your palm. You mmm again as Akane pulls down the front of your pants, freeing your cock and wrapping her hand around it directly, stroking it slowly as she kisses you. \n\nEventually Akane pulls back from the kiss, taking a moment to haul her t-shirt off completely before shifting up onto her knees and onto the bed. She wraps a hand around the bottom of your shaft as she slides her tongue up it, then swirls around the head before sliding her mouth down over it. You moan lowly, grinning over at Ranma as you use one hand to undo Akane's shorts. "Enjoying the show, buddy?" You glance down, noticing a bulge in his own loose black pants. "Guess so. Ditch the pants."\n\nLooking even more embarrassed and humiliated than before, Ranma pushes his pants down and lets them drop, making you smirk as his cock is revealed, significantly smaller than your own. Akane actually raises her head off your cock to laugh. "C'mon, you wanted to be my husband with <i>that</i>?!" She slips your cock back into her mouth and resumes bobbing her head up and down, her snide giggles sending little tremors through the sensitive flesh. You snicker as well as you push her shorts down around her thighs to bare a lacy white g-string. You run your hand over one of her buttocks, stroking and squeezing, even giving it a light slap and feeling Akane give a moan around your cock in response.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes of sucking you off while you work her ass with your hand, Akane straightens up and slips out of the shorts, leaving the panties on as she swings around to straddle your lap. She raises up enough for you to reach down and slip your cock into position, rubbing the tip back and forth along her slit before pressing it up between her folds. "Mmm, watch his cock go in me, Ranma," she moans as she slowly starts easing down on you, her arms draped around your shoulders. "In faaact, mmm," she groans as she finishes sliding all the way down and grinds her hips on you, making you moan lowly as your cock shifts around inside her. "Jerk off. I want you to jerk off as you watch Eric fuck me."\n\nRanma whimpers softly, but unable to resist such a strongly-stated command, he wraps a hand around his short cock and begins stroking as Akane begins bouncing on your lap, her ass jiggling lightly as it slaps against your thighs. At least until you grab it with both hands and use it to help her move, encouraging her to lean forward and pillow her fat tits against your chest as she moves. "Maaan, Akane's cunt feels amazing," you murmur, before glancing at Ranma and grinning. "Not that you'll ever know, huh?"\n\n"Nnnnh fuck his cock is soooo much bigger and fatter than yours," Akane moans out happily as she rides you, tongue flicking along her lips hungrily as she does another grind with her hips. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and Akane moaning eagerly and unashamedly, mingled with the low sounds of Ranma groaning in mingled humiliation and pleasure as he strokes his cock. Eventually Akane starts gasping out as you buck your hips up into her. "Fuck, he's throbbing in me, he's gonna cum in me, your cousin's gonna cum in your fiancee Ranma, fuuuuck!" she cries as you yank her down hard, pressing up into her as your cock shudders and starts spurting your load deep inside, while Ranma whimpers and spills his onto the floor.\n\nAkane swings off of you after a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed again but this time spreading her legs to show off your cum dribbling out of her pussy. "Tell you what, do you a favor Ranma," she says with a smirk. "You can come clean me out with your tongue."\n\nHanging his head, Ranma makes his way over to kneel between Akane's thighs, leaning in to start stroking his tongue along her folds, licking up your cum already smeared there before dipping his tongue inside her to start gathering up the rest of your deposited seed from his fiancee's pussy.\n\n"I've gotta admit this is fun," Akane says with a laugh, ruffling Ranma's hair, then gripping it firmly and yanking him tighter against her pussy, grinding it against his mouth. "What should we do to him next?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him watch you fuck Ukyo and Shampoo too.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Knock up Akane in front of him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Fuck him in front of Akane.|RanPP]]

"Actually, Ranma, I was thinking about going down the hall and fucking Akane," you answer, putting a slightly exaggerated thoughtful tone to the words.\n\n"W-wha?!" Ranma's eyes widen, and he starts squirming even more. "U-um... um, Eric, Akane's kinda... kinda my fiancee," he mutters, glancing away and tapping his index fingertips together. "And I kinda... uh... y'know... I sorta..."\n\n"Oh, I know. Still, gonna fuck her," you chirp, grinning wickedly. "Come watch me."\n\n"... 'kay," Ranma says meekly, rising hesitantly to his feet and following you as you walk out into the hall.\n\nStopping in front of Akane's room, you touch your fingers to the pendant around your neck. Ranma freezes in mid-fidget as you consider your options. Obviously Akane's not just going to jump into bed with you be default, you have to figure out the best way to do this. And since your goal is partly to enjoy Ranma's humiliation, each way has going to shame him in a different way, you figure.\n\n<hr>\nUp her libido, lower her shame, up her meanness a bit. ("[[Sexy Bitch Akane|RanPP6x3]]")\n\nMake her as submissive as Ranma. ("[[Meek Little Akane|RanPP]]")\n\nOh hey, looks like you can toggle certain physical things too, like blocking out her strength and increasing her sense of pleasure. ("[[Powerless Pleasured Akane|RanPP]]")

You spend a few moments playing with the settings, until you've got one that you think will make it pretty darn hard for Ranma to say 'no' or assert himself to anyone, and practically impossible for him to do it to you. Finished, you tap the action to put your changes into place.\n\n"-p?" Ranma finishes, though his voice turns quavery and he smiles nervously at you, as if a little worried. You notice a few slight changes... his shoulders shift, becoming a little less broad and a little more curved, his face shading a little less towards the 'strong and handsome' and slightly more towards the 'cute' side. Hm, interesting. "Um... if you don't mind telling me," he adds a bit feebly, glancing aside.\n\nLooks like the changes work. Now the only question is what to do with them...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn him into girlmode and fuck her.|RanPP8x1]]\n\n[[Turn into your girlmode and fuck him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Fuck him as-is.|RanPP9x1]]\n\n[[Make him watch you fuck Akane.|RanPP6x2]]

That's... about what you expected when you heard he wanted you to be his 'toy', so you'd been mentally bracing yourself for it some. You swallow heavily at the sight... it's definitely the biggest dick you've ever seen in the flesh, that's for sure. \n\nStill, there's no real going back now, so you resolve yourself to obey and do your best. You lean forward across the seat, draping an arm over his lap as his hand moves away and taking over stroking his cock, the shaft firm in your hand, the skin smooth. You worry your lower lip a bit as you stare at it, feeling it throbbing gently in your hand with his smooth, steady heartbeat, glancing up at him as if to confirm this is what he really wants. The even gaze looking back at you leaves little room for interpretation. You look back at his cock, swallow again, then lean in to drag your tongue over it, trying not to think too hard about the flavor, and winding up able to think about little else.\n\nDespite your lack of experience, you try to think of all the things you've seen in porn videos and attempt to recreate them, at least as much as you can in your current position. Long, smooth strokes of your tongue up the shaft, shorter flicks of it back and forth, sucking at the sides and even managing to make yourself kiss it a few times. You keep expecting him to demand you do certain things, but he's silent, just watching you use your mouth on his prick with only the very faintest hint of amusement in the set of his mouth. In fact as you finally work up the courage to slide your mouth over the head of it and start bobbing your head, all he says is, "Eventually I'm going to have you tutored in this."\n\nA cocksucking tutor? ... Well, whatever, rich people sure are wild, you think, focused on using your tongue as you gradually work your head down, slipping more of his cock into your mouth. You're not sure what sort of punishment you'd get for not making him cum before you get where you're going, but he seems both strict and creative. More than that, you have absolutely no idea how long the drive will be! That thought puts a bit more urgency into your actions, and you start bobbing your head more quickly, not realizing as you start making little 'mmf' and 'mnn' noises while sucking on him. You gag a little when his cock bumps the opening of your throat... but you push on, forcing yourself further down, feeling him stretch out your throat, your eyes watering some as you force it down.\n\n"Hm, you do show some promise, I'll say that," Sir says in a tone that reveals little... but he does raise a hand up and rest it on your back. That's all, that's his only show of approval as you work his prick deeper into your throat. And yet, despite yourself, you feel a little thrill at even that small gesture, having already realized that praise isn't exactly something he's likely to give out in large amounts. Half-consciously you start working your throat and lips and tongue along his cock more quickly, trying not just to bring him off but to please him a bit more. You start to lose track of time a little, your focus on sucking dick and your worry over how much longer you have to make him cum distorting things... have you been deep-throating him for five minutes or an hour? Either way your only warning that he's about to cum is when his cock throbs a bit harder and swells some, prompting you to pull back quickly enough that he spills onto your tongue and fills your mouth instead of flooding your throat, the taste of his cum hot and intense and feeling thick and wobbly in your mouth.\n\nYou roll your eyes up again to see his expression hasn't changed, though he quirks an eyebrow expectantly. You gulp... literally, forcing yourself to swallow down his load, shivering some at the strange feel of it sliding down your throat. After only a second you return to bobbing your head, though this time not pushing him into your throat as urgently, and focusing on using your tongue... now that the urgency of making sure he came has past, you just need to keep sucking him the rest of the drive, right? Without acting like you're slacking off? You squirm a little, your half-hard cock rubbing against the seat through your jeans as you service your new... master? Owner? Well, Sir, whatever he is.\n\nIt turns out to be a fairly lengthy drive indeed, with you obediently sucking Sir's dick the entire time, swallowing down two more of his loads before you finally arrive. Feeling a little lightheaded, you sit up as he finally nudges you to do so and tucks himself away. When the car door is opened, he gestures for you to get out first. You blink a little at the bright sunshine, then stare around at the truly sprawling grounds, at the massive mansion, and then the massive tits of the smiling maid bowing her head and holding the car door open. They're pretty much half on display, after all, her maid uniform clearly more designed for sexual aesthetics than being useful workplace attire. "Welcome back, Sir," she says reverently as Sir gets out of the car and straightens his tie.\n\n"Take this boy and prepare him for me, then put him in the nearest fuck-room," Sir says, before turning and walking towards the house without another glance.\n\n"Yes sir, of course," the dark-haired maid answers with the same easy, slightly cheerful voice she used before, bowing her head a bit lower, before raising it and giving you a sunny smile. "You must be Sir's newest toy. Well, you heard Sir, please follow me and we'll get you cleaned up and ready," she continues cheerfully, gesturing back towards the house. \n\n<hr>\n[[Follow her.|EricSir1x2]]\n\n[[Ask her to help you escape instead.|EricSir]]

Sighing a little, you nevertheless obediently follow after the cute maid girl... though admittedly it's not like it's all bad, her skirt has apparently been designed so that despite it being loose, it falls against and highlights her ass very nicely.\n\nShe shows you inside and down a hall, two other maids falling in at slight gestures from her in passing... an older one with even bigger breasts and long, wavy blonde hair, and a slightly younger one with a brown ponytail and what might count as a washboard chest, the white part of her maid dress hugging up against it without much to show. But both seem to have the same cheerful, bouncy personality, and none of them so much as blink at their employer... owner?... bringing home a teenage boy to be used as a sextoy. You're shown into a large but not particularly opulent bathroom, where the three turn and, with nothing but a few giggles, all start undressing you. You blush and squirm, embarrassed as the flat-chested one pulls down your pants and underwear and frees your now stiff prick with springing wobble so obvious it's practically audible. Of course that's nothing to the mingling of arousal and embarrassment as they lead you over to several detachable showerheads set into the wall.\n\nSoon you're being sprayed down and lathered up, the maids brisk and efficient and chatting happily with each other and... not really with you, but sort of making comments in your direction... as they shamelessly soap up and wash off your body. You're left squirming and mentally trying to play catchup, having gone from spending over an hour sucking off a guy to getting a very thorough full-body soaping by three cute girls. They're treating it like they were just mopping a floor together, their talk bright and sunny as they discuss how you probably need to put some meat on your bones but you're so cute and they see why Sir wants to fuck you. There's definitely a sort of disconnect between hearing the blonde say that it's so hot to think of Sir's big cock slamming into your ass as the ponytailed one works her soapy hands over your balls and stiff shaft, cleaning it as if it were of no more consequence than your back. (Though you notice the moment you get even close to cumming, her hands casually slide down to wash your thigh instead.)\n\nYou're still sort of dazed by all the conflicting emotions by the time the three of them rinse you off and rub you dry with large fluffy towels, the blonde and ponytailed maids departing without so much as a 'Bye'. But once the original maid has brushed out your hair, she leads you out of the bathroom and to the room immediately next door. It's fair sized, although not that large, and has only two items in it... a cabinet and a bed. Ah, a 'fuck room'... apparently this place is so big and the vaunted Sir so rich that he can afford to set aside various rooms in his home solely as convenient spots to stop and have a quick screw. You expect the maid to just leave, but instead she walks over to the cabinet and opens up one of the doors, retrieving a bottle and walking back over to you. She gives you that sweet, sunny smile again... right before moving behind you and shoving you over the side of the bed. "Ass up, please," she chirps, waiting until you shamefacedly lift your hips to coat her fingers in the viscous stuff from the bottle. Of course watching her do so over your shoulder gives you a pretty good idea of what's next... you still can't quite say you're prepared for it as she pushes one of her lubed-up fingers into your ass. You give a low 'mmf', trying to control your squirming since she's starting to look a little smug, slowly pumping the finger in and out, twisting back and forth, until she can add the second.\n\nBy the time she's done, you admit that you were shaking your hips in a rather lewd way a few times, and you can tell by her giggle that she noticed. But instead of saying anything she just winks at you, wipes her fingers with a handkerchief from one of her pockets, and walks out of the room. You're left resting bent over the bed, trying to put your thoughts together... but without enough time to do so before Sir walks in.\n\nHis motions are almost businesslike as he once again opens his fly and pulls out his cock, although it's already entirely hard this time. Your eyes widen some as he walks up behind you, briefly running his hands along your back, squeezing your ass, and sliding a hand over your hair. But that's all the gentleness or foreplay that you get, before his fingers tighten in your hair, and he pushes into your lubed-up but otherwise virgin hole, making you gasp loudly as you're so abruptly spread and stretched. But whatever that lube is must be good stuff, because he slides in fully on that very first thrust, and immediately starts to fuck you, pulling back on your hair and gripping one of your hips. You twist fistfuls of the sheets, your eyes rolling as you're so utterly mercilessly fucked for the very first time... it's clear that he's not even bothering to pretend he cares whether you get off. And yet that sets off some little switch in your brain that has you writhing and bucking under him with pleasure, your cock stiff and bouncing with the impact of his thrusts beneath you. \n\n'When he said fucktoy he meant it, he's using me like a cocksleeve, he's just using me, he's gonna fuck me however and whenever he wants as long as he wants!' He'd already said it, of course, but this abrupt introduction to your new life, to the way he wants to use you, to fuck you, has slammed it home as surely as his cock slamming home into your ass. The feeling of that big, powerful cock pumping into you, claiming you, assuring you that you've become nothing but property to be used whenever and however the powerful man fucking you wants washes over you, consumes you, whites out your brain and has you spurting your load against the side of the bed and floor.\n\nYou're half insensate for the rest of the time he's fucking you, barely starting to come back to yourself as he finishes. You realize you're actually laying face-down with your face in the pillows, hands at your sides and legs straight out, cum dribbling out of your well-fucked asshole and down your taint and over your balls as you twitch and shudder in aftershock orgasms. Sir meanwhile is just finishing adjusting his tie, before leaving the room once again.\n\nA different maid eventually comes to get you up and take you into the bathroom, cleaning you up again before showing you down the hall... though this time without giving you anything to wear, leaving you blushing and covering yourself with both hands as you pass several other maids and at least one butler. You'd like to protest but... well, it's pretty clear that's not going to get you much of anywhere, around here. The maid shows you into a much, much larger room than before. There's a bed, a table and chairs, a TV, some bookshelves, and even some light workout equipment like a treadmill and pull-up bar... really it's more like an apartment than a single room.\n\n"This will be your room," the maid explains, smiling easily at you. "Since Sir is currently using you only as a sex toy, he will want you ready and available to fuck at any time, so you mustn't leave this room. While you're allowed to do as you like within here, and can even call down to the kitchen for snacks, you're responsible for keeping yourself in shape. No going and getting all pudgy," she adds, giving your bare stomach a playful poke. "Unless Sir decides that's what he'd like you to do, of course!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Wait, so I'm a prisoner?!"|EricSir]]\n\n[["... Wait, so I can eat right now?"|EricSir]]

Of course Ranma's breaking and impregnation isn't actually the last of the plan and negotiations. For one, you and your new horsecocked spouse (effectively) have to decide on what to do with your businesses. After an extended debate at the end of which you're forced to admit that there's just no good way to combine 'cat' and 'okonimiyaki' and not give the wrong impression, you eventually consent to naming the new place 'Nekohanten' with 'Okonomiyaki & Noodles' directly under it as your compromise.\n\nMousse winds up with a lot of questions about why the sudden merger... but some cursed girl water and a good breaking-in later, and 'Mouse' is bustling meekly around the restaurant area wearing a collar and a white and blue qipao cut to hide a belly starting to show the signs of pregnancy, she and your other barefoot and pregnant waitress allowing all the ass-squeezings and boob-fondlings the customers like. Of course eventually Ranma's other interested parties show up to protest and make demands... but that just means adding to the wait staff. If Cologne has any objections to her granddaughter's methods, the old woman keeps it to herself, perhaps out of fear that the two of you seem to have become quite adept at turning anyone who gets in the way of your ambitions into a hot young brood mare. Perhaps she just considers growing a cock and subjegating everyone who challenges you into your breeding stock to be an apt extension of the Amazon method of destroying female enemies and/or marrying male ones, and is thus satisfied with Shampoo's life choices, who can say?\n\nOf course there's also the other big argument... what to name your first offspring, with the main problem being whether it should be a Japanese or Chinese name. Eventually the two of you settle on the obvious answer: if the kid is yours you get to pick, if the kid is Shampoo's, she gets to pick. Of course, Ranma winds up not letting you down there, and proving herself an early contender for top breeding stock... she has not twins, but quads. Two with pretty auburn hair, two with hot purple hair. (Also two girls and two futas, for a nice balance.) With that question settled so amicably, you and Shampoo happily continue on with your married life, fucking your slaves, each other, and occasionally just whoever takes your fancy. After all, at your strength and with your growing wealth, the only thing that really holds your ambitions in check is your own satisfaction... why overextend yourselves? As long as you can keep growing your little 'family', the two of you are perfectly content to run your restaurant and indulge your vices with one another.\n\nIt wound up being a beautiful friendship indeed.\n\n<b>Strongman Okonomiyaki</b> end - <i>Brood mares and happy marriage</i>

Best not to mess with them too much, after all you don't know when Rei might be back, and-\n\nAs if summoned by your thought, you hear footsteps outside the door and keys jingling. Thinking fast, you shut the dresser drawer and hop over to sit on the side of the bed. It's only as the door actually starts to open that you remember you have the pair of panties still in your hand. With nothing else to do with them, you shove them in the pocket of your borrowed pants right before Rei steps back inside.\n\n"Hey, everything okay?" she asks with a blink. \n\n"Uh, yeah, yeah, everything's fine," you answer, hurrying to calm yourself. "Um, I just couldn't find my clothes, so I borrowed something to wear, sorry."\n\n"Oh no, that's fine, if I'd remembered I'd have left something out," she answers as she comes in, setting a plastic bag on the table. "I actually put your clothes in the washer but they kind of, uh, fell apart, so I snagged you some replacements from a store nearby, and some dinner."\n\nOf course at that you feel pretty guilty for snooping, and for taking a pair of her panties, but not a lot that fessing up would do at this point... it's just too embarrassing. So much so that when you go into the bathroom to get dressed, you transfer the panties over into the pocket of your new jeans rather than leaving them somewhere for Rei to find... it's because you don't want her to be embarrassed or think badly of you, honest! But once you emerge, you settle down to eat, and Rei gives you some advice, suggesting you move on quickly 'before something weird happens', and even walks you to the bus station nearby.\n\nYou continue to drift around for awhile, eventually winding up in a small city where there's a handful of other kids like you. One of them even points you towards a local shelter. "Yeah, it's run by this dude, Jack," he tells you. "Heard tell he can kinda perv on the girls but he's pretty bro if you're a dude. Most guys crash there for at least a couple nights every so often, he'll feed you and give you a place to crash so long as you do a chore or two and don't hang out all damn day."\n\nIt's been several weeks since the bed at Rei's at that point, so you take him up on it, heading to the building in a run-down part of town. Jack is a tall, lean blonde dude who definitely seems warm and friendly enough when he greets you... you don't get any perv vibes off of him, but then you're not a girl. He shows you into the small dining room where there's two other boys, Mason and Ollie... Jackson looks like he'd fit more as the school athlete than a homeless dropout, his head buzzed and a light dusting of beard around his mouth and on his chin, a battered hockey jersey and jeans his apparent clothes, while Ollie looks more like the "nothing special" sort, a bit pale and wiry, with shaggy brown hair and rumpled generic shirts and pants.\n\nAfter dinner the three of you are cleaning up while Jack attends to something in his office. "Yeah, I heard that stuff too," Mason says. "About the dude peepin' on girls if they come in."\n\n"I did too, but you should think the best of people," Ollie suggests. "Sometimes people start rumors just to start them, y'know? I mean, I know if I ever saw something like that, I'd report him, but I haven't, so."\n\n"Well I'm not gonna smacktalk a dude that just fed my broke self anyway," Mason answers with a shrug. \n\nEventually, after a shower in the small locker room style bathroom at the end of the hall, you retire to the room Jack assigned you. It's small and simple... nothing but a bed, a bedside table with a single drawer, a small trash can, and a folding chair, but it's better than a park bench for sure. The door doesn't lock either, apparently because of some previous bad apples, but again it's still more secure than the bench. You sit down and start going through your few meager possessions, and are a bit surprised when you pull a pair of (amazingly) still fresh and white panties out of your pocket. Huh, you'd somehow forgotten you took these. They still look the same as the day you saw them in Rei's drawer, too, no grime or anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try them on now.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Jerk off with them now.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Throw them away.|HLSenshi]]

It's admittedly pretty exciting, thinking that all of these have no doubt been pressed up against Rei's incredibly nice ass and no doubt equally amazing pussy. (Well, they've almost certainly been washed since then. Still.) Just imagining the way they'd look on her is actually giving you a bit of a hardon again, though only a bit of one this time.\n\nYou pick up one of the hastily-tossed-in pairs of white cotton ones and look them over. Yeah, you can see a faint, expertly-hidden seam up the back designed to make the material cup her asscheeks. Damn, that's clever and lewd as hell. Of course as noted her butt is just fantastic, if you had one that was as nice you'd probably wanna show it off too. Actually, is that a weird thing to think? Hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off in them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Try them on.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Just admire them.|HLSenshi18x2]]

At this point you're willing to trust even a hunch that might lead to safety. You actually have to turn a bit sideways to slip through the trees, and start hurrying down the barely-a-path, glancing behind you every so often.\n\nIt really does seem like the trees are coming at regular intervals and staying a relatively similar distance apart, luckily wide enough that you can walk normally. There's some stone under your feet as well as dirt, and it feels like you're making your way upward a bit, the path winding and wandering back and forth. It's quiet now... very quiet, with barely even the soft flutter of of branches on the breeze overhead to break the silence.\n\nYou start to feel like maybe there's someone watching you. You pause briefly, glancing back and forth. Could there really be someone there?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|RunNinja1xEndA]]\n\n[[Maybe?|RunNinja1x1]]

The thought of turning the overly prideful and bullheaded Ranma into nothing but a milk cow certainly amuses you, at least enough to try it out. You select the Device from the list, and get a translucent green outline that you can direct around with a finger. You settle it up against one wall and let go, the machine rezzing into existence as an open-sided cube formed of metal bars, with a thick "roof" atop it that apparently contains most of the equipment, although there's a line of large, empty containers you'd guess at about five gallons each along one side. You notice that there's a screen attached on a swivel to on one of the bars and head over to it... though the rest of the sim is paused, you can apparently still use the screen, which currently simply reads 'Please designate nearby target'. It brings up a wireframe of the room, with Ranma's outline highlighted, so you tap that, then minimize your window to unfreeze everything.\n\n"Huh? Hey, what the heck is thAAAAA?!" Ranma yelps as the roof of the milker opens and opened rings attached to long cables quickly snake out and through the air, grabbing her wrists and ankles before even she can react, hauling her through the air and inside the hollow cube, holding her facing down roughly in the center of it. She can do little more than struggle futilely as her arms are forced behind her back, restraints on solid bars lowering down and fastening her forearms together, her legs forced to fold so that her heels are almost against her ass before similar restraints clamp around her thighs and calves to hold them together. "This isn't funny, let me go!" the redhead cries, though she's definitely starting to sound a little afraid as more cables tipped with scissors lower down, quickly sheering off her clothes and leaving her naked in the thing's grip, her heavy tits wobbling a bit beneath her from her slight struggles. "What is this thing?! H-hey, what's it doing now?" she demands as a pair of thin armatures tipped with long, thin-needled syringes lower down at her sides, her eyes going wide. "Get those things away from me! Hey, get AAAA!" she squeals as the needles stab into the sides of her plump breasts, the automated plungers slowly pushing the white fluid inside, enough of it that her tits visibly swell slightly just with the original injection.\n\n"What's... this thing doing to me?" Ranma whimpers, her voice trembling some now, her cheeks flushed as she squirms against her restraints. "Feels... feels weird and heavy," she continues to complain. You're not even sure she's noticed yet that her breasts have started to grow, the already large mounds steadily increasing in size. They grow visibly heavier by the moment as she grunts and whines plaintively, obviously in growing discomfort as the skin of her boobs seems to grow taut, the heavy things almost audibly sloshing as they fill. "Too... too full, they're too full, do something," she mutters half-deliriously as the slightest dribbles of white start leaking from her engorged nipples.\n\nAs if in answer to her plea, more armatures lower down from the roof of the milker, these carrying several inch long clear tubes attached to hoses. Ranma stares at them with slightly glassy eyes, panting, as they come in below her. "NNH!" she cries out as the tubes are attached to her plumped-up nipples, the engorged areola sucked into them along with some of the creamy breast-flesh as the suction starts in earnest, the arms themselves retracting and leaving just the tubes and hoses. The suction is obviously on an alternating frequency, first one and then the other, making one breast and then the other squirt thick gushes of milk into the tubes to be sucked up into the hoses, a steady trickle starting to flow down another hose and into one of the jugs at the side. "Th-this is... too freaky, lemme go," Ranma groans, even as she shudders in obvious pleasure at the milking, her voice shaking with arousal. "Huh? Hey, what now?" she whines as another panel on the roof of the milker opens up, an armature lowering down a new device... a mask in the general shape of a cow's face, with an opaque hose attached to the front of the muzzle. The captive redhead tries to struggle again as it comes towards her face, but even if she wasn't being heavily distracted by the pleasure of her engorged udder-boobs being milked, the restraints haven't yielded in the slightest. The mask slides into place over her face, moving until it covers her entire face and ears. Ranma's protests are muffled by it, and she continues to grunt albeit at an even different pitch as you can see her throat bulging slightly. The eyes of the cow mask flicker and then light up red, and you can see from the shift in Ranma's squirming she's reacting to some new stimuli. Curious, you lean in closer, and can just faintly hear a calm, soothing female voice emenating from the area of the mask covering Ranma's ears with the bovine-shaped ears of the face covering.\n\n<i>"I am a good cow. My purpose is to give milk. I love being milked. I want to be a cow forever. I am a good cow. My purpose is to give milk. I love being milked. I want to be a cow forever. I am a good cow. My purpose is to give milk. I love being milked. I want to be a cow forever. I am a good cow. My purpose is to give milk. I love being milked. I want to be a cow forever. I am a good cow. My purpose is to give milk. I love being milked. I want to be a cow forever. I am a good cow. My purpose is-"</i>\n\nAha, sensory deprivation combined with reinforcement conditioning, very wicked. You can just bet that the mask's eyes are glowing because Ranma's field of vision is now being filled with recording ofs actual cows with big, overfull udders happily being hooked up to milking machines to get drained. To judge from her squirming she's definitely aware that the audio and video are trying to condition her and wants to fight back, but her ability to do anything more than wiggle as she's milked and brainwashed must just reinforce how helpless she is.\n\nAs you're straightening up, you hear a noise from the hall... sounds like someone dropped something?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check it out.|RanMilker1x2]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|RanMilker]]

Well, you've come this far on trust. Taking a deep breath and hoping it doesn't turn you into one of those sex-bots Mal mentioned earlier, you accept the injection gun and press the tip to the side of your neck before pulling the trigger. You wince a little at the strange pressure you feel as the thing hisses, but once it's done you lower the device and set it aside, waiting to feel anything different.\n\nInstead, after a moment of looking at you thoughtfully, the Raptarran nods. "Good," he says, voice smooth and slightly sibilant. "This will make things far easier for both of us."\n\n"I can understand you, I-" You blink, glancing at the empty injection gun. "Translator nanites?"\n\n"Hnh, you continue to surprise me, human," he almost grumbles, though you actually think you detect a pleased tone somewhere in there. You therefore don't enlighten him that it's just something you saw on a sci-fi show once. "Yes. It is normally forbidden for us to use them on 'lower species'. Only those of our slaves who have supposedly earned the right, like that Breeding Hunt veteran you talked to earlier, are allowed to learn our mighty language, and then they are forced to do so either via the normal way, or by brainwave induction," he explains as he turns towards the door, starting to move along quietly again, you slipping after him.\n\n"Then why have them?" you ask in a whisper.\n\n"Because we are capable of making them," he answers in a soft hiss, glancing back and forth down the corridor before slipping out. "And in case of 'emergencies'. Which this is not. This is in fact a violation of everything I should be doing. That hunt was intended to be my ascension to both adulthood and the exploratory fleet, where I would earn a name of my choosing. And now-"\n\nHe falls silent, quickly ducking into a small alcove. You hurry along with him, trying not to start as he grabs one of your arms and hauls you in close, pressing your naked body in below his chest. You feel his warm, sleek-leather body above you, looking up at the careful crane of his head as he both watches and listens. You do your best not to squirm, relaxing a bit as he releases your arm and stands up, but stays loomed above you.\n\n"Now, because I cannot get the thought of you saving my life out of my mind, I am dooming myself to not only never take my proper place among my people, but to be forever stuck with my clutch name," he grumbles, glancing down at you. "'Striped Trouble'."\n\nYou can't help but give a soft laugh at that, grinning up at him. "Well. I think 'Striped Trouble' is awesome."\n\nYou could just almost swear that he blushes. Nah, must be your imagination. He steps sideways to move around you, and darts down the hall, this time moving a little faster, scythe-claws lightly clicking on the floor, you hurrying after him. Soon he steps into some sort of large, circular room, and once you're inside with him it begins humming, the faint feel of motion surrounding you. When the doors slide open and both of you step out, the hallways now have floor-to-ceiling windows... showing the steady brightness of stars in the black, and glimpses of other parts of the facility. "Come, we will take a ship," Striped Trouble explains as you both hurry down the hallway. "Once we are well within non-Raptarran borders they should not be overly zealous about pursuing us. The occasional local bounty hunter or even a Raptarran specialist, but we should be able to overcome that with care."\n\nSuddenly there's a roar of "HALT, TRAITOR!" from behind you. Striped Trouble instantly snatches you up, holding your naked body against his as he sprints forward. There's the sound of something crackling as a blue splotch of energy zings by, barely missing him. Approaching the end of the hallway, he tosses you behind one apparent barricade to the side of the hallway and ducks behind the other, popping up to fire a blue blast from his own rod-shaped weapon at the approaching Raptarrans wearing black bandoliers. "We will not make it to the ship with them stepping on our tails!" he shrieks to you. "You are next to a computer control panel, open it and engineer a countermeasure!"\n\n"How the hell do I do that?!" you call back even as you're scrabbling to yank the wall panel open, revealing a nest of glowing wires, chips, and a small touchscreen.\n\n"The nanites should have given you a basic understanding of our technology!" he caws and chirps back, firing off another few wild blasts before ducking back behind his cover. "Just think of something!"\n\nYou swallow, staring at the rat's nest of technology. But you <i>can</i> read the touchscreen, and you actually think you're getting it as you start tapping at the buttons. Alright, you think... you think you've got some idea. You could either program the computer to accept Striped Trouble's total authority, essentially making him God as far as the system is concerned, or you could unlock the cache of assault blasters above the access panel.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give Stripe authority.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Grab the blasters.|BadCypher10x3]]

Well, you guess red isn't all that much more intimidating than complete darkness. You can think of some pretty bad implications of red lighting...\n\n... of course considering you're trapped by perverted dinosaurs who have turned you into a cute girl, you could think of some pretty bad implications to yellow lighting too.\n\nMaking a bit of a face at the thought, you turn and make your way down the red-lit hallway. Other than the red bulbs there's not much to remark on about it... it's the same sort of bland, unexciting design that you saw in the other rooms. Maybe even Raptarrans think that staging areas should be boring... either that or it's to make this sort of implied labyrinth harder to navigate since it all looks the same other than the different lighting.\n\nSpeaking of which, you emerge into a room much like the other one... just that this time, all of the hallways are lit the same red color. As you're considering them, you almost don't notice a soft buzzing sound... until you yelp at a sudden stinging sensation in one asscheek. Jumping and whirling, you're just in time to see some sort of snakelike metal cable retracting into the floor.\n\n'The hell was that for?' you think with a frown, rubbing where you were jabbed, though the pain quickly disappears. ... You're pretty sure you didn't bleed, after checking your fingertips, but considering the color of the light it's a bit hard to tell. \n\n... Anyway. You guess it doesn't really change the fact that you have to pick a hallway. They all look... pretty much the same. You guess it's just a crapshoot where they'll actually lead you to.\n\n<hr>\n[[First hallway.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Second hallway.|CyHell1x1]]\n\n[[Third hallway.|CyHell]]

You quickly type in a fake security code, doing a few quick switches of chips before typing in another, then yank out several of the glowing wires with a shower of sparks. The hatch above the panel pops open slightly, and you quickly yank it open to reveal a row of [[bronze-colored, vaguely predatory-shaped rifles|http://i.imgur.com/fUVPbfW.jpg]]. "Stripe!" you call, grabbing one and tossing it to him, the Raptarran dropping his stun-rod to catch the rifle and quickly swinging it up, starting to fire much faster, more accurate green bolts down the hallway, sending several of the Raptarran guards scurrying. As he starts backing towards the hatch behind you, you grab a pair of the rifles and stand up above the cover, flicking them to autofire and sending a hail of the green bolts down the hallway, less trying to hit anything and more trying to make anywhere within your view a very, very bad place to be. "THE CLAWLESS PREY ANIMAL SAYS HI, MOTHERFUCKERS!"\n\n"Human! Come on!" Striped Trouble shrieks.\n\nTurning, you toss him one of your rifles, which he catches, somewhat mimicking your other stance and covering you with another hail of blaster bolts as you keep low and scurry past him through the open hatch. Striped Trouble backs through more slowly, keeping up the hail of blasterfire until he absolutely has to stop so he can turn and run, the two of you making your way quickly through a few short passages and out onto what's apparently a bridge. The stations all feature holographic displays in front of sort of bumplike areas raised from the floor and padded on top. Striped Trouble moves to the one at the center of the forward area and settles down onto the bump, which apparently serves as the Raptarran version of a chair. Hurrying to one of the further forward ones, you straddle the bump, squirming a little as your semi-bare pussy rubs against the leather and your ass sticks out some from having to settle so low and lean forward to reach the holocontrols.\n\n"There's a course already laid in," you note, glancing over your shoulder.\n\n"I uploaded it before I ever came to your room, key to accept it," Striped Trouble hoots as he glances over the pair of smaller holoscreens to either side of him, clawed fingers tapping at them. "This ship can easily outrun anything else in the yard and make it to the jump point, after that it may well take them months to find us."\n\n"Alright, accepting course," you reply as you work your own panel.\n\n"I will register you with the ship," Striped Trouble chirps. "... What is your name, human?"\n\n"Cypher," you reply with a grin, glancing over your shoulder again. "Name's Cypher." Well. Why not? You've gotten pretty darned far from your old life, where you never would have dreamed of firing energy blasts at pursuing alien Velociraptors. Maybe it's time for a badass new name to go with the badass individual that does that.\n\n"Very well," Striped Trouble chuffs in reply. A minute later, the viewscreen in front of you flashes, and begins swirling with numerous colors, the whole screen shifted slightly to blue. You glance up as Striped Trouble clicks his way across the bridge to stand near you. "This is the newest escort in the Raptarran exploratory fleet, <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i>. My people will be... most unhappy with my stealing it, but a combination of pride at my accomplishment and not wanting to face their own monster will no doubt temper their rage," he adds with a rumbling set of clicks that the nanites translate as a chuckle. \n\nYou laugh a little yourself, straightening up and looking him over... then staring a bit, your cheeks coloring as you see the jutting, glistening red thing below his belly. "Um, you're kind of..." You trail off, flicking a finger towards it and glancing away.\n\n"Hm?" He glances beneath himself, then lifts his head to look at you, tilting it in curiosity. "Yes, of course I am. I was staring at your lovely ass and thinking how I'd like to fuck it. Especially since I never got the chance to rape and impregnate you back on the hunt planet."\n\nYou turn your head back to stare at his face. "... I'm going to have to do some adjusting in how I take statements like that, aren't I?"\n\n"Hnh. I suppose we will both have to adjust," he allows, shifting slightly to turn his erection so that it's not pointing directly at you. \n\n<hr>\n[[Well... it's not like you said no...|BadCypher10x4]]\n\n[[Maybe it's time to get some rest.|BadCypher]]

Deciding that carrying bags of feed around or whatever is preferable to wearing furs and eating berries, you take the fork leading towards the more cultivated landscapes. There's some unmowed areas but not that many, all of it seems pretty tamed, if wide open and a little lonely.\n\nYou head towards a likely-looking place, then blink as the road splits again. Apparently this path is mostly meant for workers because the wide dirt paths are only labeled with letters and numbers on the wooden gates above them. You're going to have to guess at what they mean if you want to find someone to ask if there's any work available.\n\n<hr>\n[[Path 4F.|RunFarm4F1x1]]\n\n[[Path 4M.|RunFarm4M1x1]]\n\n[[Path 2F.|RunFarm2F1x1]]\n\n[[Path 2M.|RunFarm2M1x1]]\n\n[[Path MH.|RunFarmMH1x1]]

The management of Worldland is <i>very</i> apologetic about you being accosted by a security guard. They're even more apologetic about him hauling you into a holding area and yanking your pants off in an attempt to reveal the "porno prank" he thought you were pulling. It is absolutely not Worldland's policy to humiliate their guests with, ah, special physicalities, and even more definitely not their policy to strip the clothes off such guests, especially when they're underage. So please, accept these Worldland souvenirs and a generous check, right after signing this paper agreeing not to press charges or bring suit against them.\n\nThe settlement is enough for you to start a new life for yourself nice and far away from all your previous troubles. Unfortunately, after a few years, even being careful with your spending, the money starts to run out. (It was, after all, a generous check, not an <i>extremely</i> generous check.) What can you do? You never finished high school, but even if you had, any job that involves leaving the house is out, practically... you have to wear ridiculously baggy ski pants just to go shopping without anyone trying to call the cops on you for "obscenity".\n\nThe answer is obvious, of course... porn. Except that no porn starlet will touch you... one actually turned and fled from the room screaming when she walked in and saw you without pants, and that was the lead actress from the 'Sizequeen Sluts' series. There's some talk of maybe getting a girl who will just do titjobs or a bit of oral on you, but most of them are too afraid of you or the director trying to talk them into actually trying to take the thing to go for it. There is some interest from the gay side of things, with letting other well-hung guys fuck you, but even though you've been taught the joys of anal stimulation you're just not ready to go that far.\n\nEventually a solution occurs to you... just do your own! Eventually your netcasts have become the stuff of legend, with half the people in the (pay-to-access) chat urging you on at any given time, and the other half insistently demanding you tell them how you're accomplishing the realtime photoshopping of your dick. But either way, thousands tune in to watch you stroke and suck your massive tool... many of them guys, but hey, you don't mind them <i>watching</i>. You even do plenty of content to cater to that, including one special show with setting up a fucking machine and letting it pump a dildo up your ass while your monster cock shudders and spurts underneath you.\n\nHey. It's a living.\n\n<b>Elly Elephant end</b> - <i>That big-dicked internet porn guy</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

As much as you see the pragmatism (and fun) of making your new species be all hot, Amazonian hermaphrodites, well, wouldn't everyone having the exact same equipment eventually be a little boring? ... Heh. With that in mind, you smirk as you add a slight tweak to the hybrid form you're building for Striped Trouble. It's not a difficult addition at all, and you think he'll wind up rather pleased with it. You're almost certain you will be!\n\nOnce you've finished your tweaks and loaded up the injection gun, you move to Striped Trouble's side and press the muzzle to his flank before pulling the trigger. He lets out a soft hiss, scaley lips pulling up from his teeth, and you step back to watch a rather different but similar transformation to your own happen, this time from the outside. It's rather a more profound change than yours, which is obvious if you think about it... his whole hip and back and chest structure changes, his arms lengthening and growing thicker, gaining muscle as his shoulders shift upward. His muzzle regresses, though you decided to leave him with a little bit of one just to give him a stronger, more masculine look. (Besides, isn't it a bit of a rule that the guys have to look at least a little more bestial than the girls?) He also sprouts a mane of thick, feathery hair, though his is a bright, pure white, going down his back and between the blades of his broad, brawny shoulders. \n\nHis cock has been hard the entire time, but as his hips and legs begin to change to a humanoid configuration, the shift catches up there as well. The slit at the base of his gleaming red cock slides forward, coating the whole thing with a thin layer of sleek, scaly hide that's actually striped on top like his back, the tip bulging out into a more humanlike head as the new skin reaches the tip. But even as his cock is undergoing that change, a bulge appears just above it at the base... a bulge that starts pushing outward and forming into a second, identical scaly shaft, his sack growing even heavier and more full as the twin cock forms. Much as you did, he thrusts and pumps his hips in the air, clearly enjoying the feel of the dual shafts shaking and wobbling in the air, his tail lashing about as it grows more slender and agile.\n\nHe's not even quite finished changing by the time he moves to you and bends you over one of the tables, roughly thrusting his cocks into your pussy and ass. You can feel his hands still changing as they squeeze your ass, his cocks still growing as they pump into you, even the pace and angle of his thrusts constantly slightly altering as the rest of his body shifts. The realization that he's still being altered to your own thoughts and desires, the fact that his lust for you couldn't be suppressed until it was done, both of them have you so aroused you're cumming before he's pumped into you more than three times, your eyes rolling and your lips leering, tongue lolled out, cock shooting long ropes of cum to the floor beneath you. Of course, Striped Trouble doesn't stop just because he made you cum once, his now humanoid hips pounding against your round, toned ass, your long serpentine tails twining together as his thrusts drive you against the table, bulging your tits out at the sides with every push.\n\nHis form has been stable for roughly a minute by the time he thrusts in, filling both your holes with a particularly copious load of cum, enough to make your belly bulge out noticeably where it's half pressed against the table. Once more your own prick sends out eager jets of jizz to splatter against the floor and the central support of the table, both of you letting out half-human yowls of pleasure and release, scaley bodies writhing together, tails squeezing one another in their embrace. After a few seconds, Striped Trouble steps back and disengages, half-limp cocks drooping against each other and still smeared with your cum. "Quite a form you've designed for me, love," he rumbles in a deep, smooth voice, apparently deciding to give human language a try now that he's got the proper vocal cords for both it and Raptarran. "It feels amazing. Any way I look at it, I can't see this as a downgrade from being fully Raptarran."\n\n"Hnnnnnh, don't worry, I'll think of it as a disgusting bit of biological heresy for the both of us," RAIPE announces from the speakers.\n\nYou and Striped Trouble exchange a roll of the eyes as you straighten up, then both snicker as you step in for a humanlike embrace, in perfect Raptarran fashion being utterly shameless about doing what you want, even if what you want is a lowly mammal expression of affection. Hm... Raptuman? ... Not exactly lyrical but you'll ask Striped Trouble's opinion on it later to see if he has any better ideas. \n\n"So, the very next thing has been taken care of, now what?" Striped Trouble asks as he runs one hand up and down your back, the other squeezing your ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[<i>Now</i> we go have fun!|Stripe]]\n\n[[Now your new species needs a homeworld.|Stripe1x1]]\n\n[[Now we put the uppity AI in its place.|BadCypher]]

The thought of slowly twisting the wholesome image in front of you into a cum-smeared slut is just too good to pass up. You look her up and down, considering a good start. You don't want to go overboard all at once, after all. Eyeing her outfit, you decide on a good starting point.\n\n"So, Tifa, I guess business will pick up in a few hours?" you open with, pulling out a chair and settling into it.\n\n"Yeah, probably in about an hour or so," she answers, glancing over her shoulder at you. "It's been a little slow lately, you know how it can be."\n\n"Sounds rough. Although y'know, I think I have an idea of what could help!" You grin brightly, then suggest, "Maybe you should ditch your skirt. That would definitely promote business."\n\n"What?!" Tifa blushes bright red as she turns towards you. "Are you serious?!"\n\n"It's just your skirt! It's not like I'm telling you to strip down and do a pole dance," you add in a reasonable tone.\n\n"Well. No. I guess you're right." She looks hesitant, then after a few more moments of apparent thought, pushes the straps of her suspenders off of her shoulders and lets them drop before undoing her belt as well. Wiggling the skirt down over her hips, she reveals a fairly plain pair of white panties... their main draw is the fact that they hug up against her full ass and outline it completely, which you get a good view of as she shimmies the skirt down her legs and works her booted feet out of it. Straightening up, she turns towards you, the skirt and everything else dangling from one hand. "Are you sure about this?"\n\n"Oh, definitely, it looks <i>great</i>," you assure her. That apparently assuages the last of her worries, since she heads over to the bar to tuck the discarded clothing away somewhere, leaning over the bar from the front to do so.\n\nThe bell over the door rings as it opens and Yuffie steps in, the ninja girl in just her shirts, short, and shoes, having discarded most of the more elaborate parts of her outfit. "Hey guys, thought I'd check in and WHOA!" She jerks to a halt, staring at Tifa's pantied ass from the barmaid being bent forward.\n\n<hr>\n[[Corrupt Yuffie too.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Have Yuffie help with corrupting Tifa.|FF7X]]

You decide that the one that's both letters must be more important than the others. You set off down the path, and eventually see a rather nice "rustic" style two-story house. Ah, there you go, MH must mean 'Main House'. Pleased with your accurate assessment, you let that bolster your confidence as you head to the door and ring the bell.\n\nA few moments later, the door opens, showing an attractive older woman, you guess maybe in her early forties, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a worker's tan, a flannel shirt worn open over a tight white T-shirt that shows off her impressive chest, and denim cutoffs. She looks at you, then grins.\n\n"Let me guess, here hopin' for some work? Must be the day for it. C'mon in, then, I guess."\n\nBlinking at the unexpected, er, being expected, you step inside and wait for her to close the door and lead you into the nearby living room. Sitting in a chair is a massive bear of a man in denim and flannel, his close-cropped beard having gone salt-and-pepper the same as his hair. Across from him, on a couch, is a girl about your own age and in similar slightly ragged condition, black hair pulled back into a ponytail and green eyes looking a bit worriedly between the man and you, as if afraid you might sink her chances.\n\n"'Nother one, huh?" The big man chuckles as he gestures to the couch. "Well, have a seat, boy, have a seat. Tell us your name."\n\n"Um, I'm Eric," you say as you sit down on the other end of the couch from the girl, not wanting to crowd her.\n\n"Eric, right. Well, that's Sandy there. And lemme guess, just like her, you ain't got but a few dollars to yer name, ya ain't got any experience, but you sure do wanna work hard and don't want much other than a place ta sleep and somethin' ta eat, right?"\n\nYou nod sheepishly, resisting the urge to shoot a glare at Sandy. You can see she's blushing in embarrassment as you check out of the corner of your eye, anyway... no need to make it worse. Or to look worse.\n\n"Listen, you two, did somethin' similar at your age, when I got tired of my old man pushin' me around. Eventually went back home, but as my own man, and after learnin' a fair few valuable things. So far be it from me ta turn down two kids in a similar situation. But we'll demand respect an' obedience from the both of ya. As far as you're concerned, my name's Sir and her name's Ma'am, ya got me?"\n\n"Yes, sir," you and Sandy reply in near-stereo.\n\n"Also gonna expect hard work and good behavior from both of ya, an' I'll trust ya know what I mean when I say both. Slack off or act up, there'll be consequences. Ya can earn room an' board, and when ya prove ya do enough work to earn that, then we'll talk about anythin' extra."\n\nHe gives his thighs a slap, then stands up. "Alright, now that's outta th' way, let's get some dinner in th' two of you!"\n\nSeveral hours later, you flop into a bed in a mostly empty but comfortable room, sighing contentedly at a very full stomach and the feeling of being thoroughly clean. You're definitely starting to feel like you made the right decision. You drift off without slipping fully into sleep, and then drift back without realizing you'd zoned out. The sky outside your window is now pitch black, showing that it's obviously the middle of the night.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, time for a midnight snack.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time for a pee.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time to check on Sandy.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time to stay in bed and go to sleep.|RFMH1x2]]

You take a deep breath, then let it out in an annoyed rush. "Alright. Alright, I'll do it. But if he just winds up giving you nothing but schematics for a better replicator-"\n\n"Don't worry, before this is carried out, we will make sure that his part of the bargain will be kept, as well as making sure of your safety."\n\nAfter a bit of initial organizing, a pair of security officers who are very careful to not actually look at you lead you to a somewhat more spartan part of the facility. You're shown into a room that's almost completely blank. A shelf low on one wall holds a bedding pad, and the walls are smooth, probably reinforced tritanium, with nothing but the door you came in through and another on the wall opposite the bed. You're not sure if the prison cell-like atmosphere is better or worse than a more comfortable room would be... you don't exactly want this to feel like they're trying to set you up on a honeymoon, after all.\n\n"Commander, I need your communicator, rank insignia, and anything else metallic or technological you have on your person," one of the guards says, clearing his throat a little.\n\nNodding a little numbly, you take off the requested items and pass them over, then wait. Eventually the second door slides open, and the captured Raptarran (you wouldn't even begin to know where to shorten that name of his to something not-awful... maybe 'Orange-Stripe'?) comes slowly ambling through. Most of his restraints seem to be gone, replaced by a metal collar around his neck, various panels and lights on it blinking and flickering constantly. More security officers armed with rifles follow it through, Admiral Bigguns staying in the next room but visible through the doorway. "Remember, if you attempt to harm the Commander, or if you attempt escape, or any other such hostile activity, we will immediately take action. The collar around your neck is capable of a number of things, from shocking even you to the ground instantly, to simply exploding and taking your head off."\n\n"Indeed," Orange-Stripe hisses, his scaly lips lifting in a sneer. "You are full of moral indignation at us, but you are capable of some quite amazing viciousness and cruelty yourself when pressed to it. I do believe you'll give us quite the amusement once we've pushed you into a corner."\n\nThe statements certainly seem to have scored a hit on the Admiral, and she's clearly doing her best not to look troubled as she hits the control to close the door. Orange-Stripe turns his head back towards you, and makes a show of sliding his tongue out and slipping it along his lips, the look in his eyes feeling rather like he's violating you already. "Strip for me, mammal," he demands imperiously, as if you were the prisoner wearing an explosive collar rather than him. "Show me that sleek fine-haired frame of yours."\n\nYou flush, and can't help but glance at the guards... none of whom seem to be going anywhere. Great, you not only have to get fucked by a monster, you have to do it in front of an audience. Fighting the urge to back down and bolt, you instead peel off your uniform top and toss it onto the bed, baring your small breasts hugged by the sports-style bra you picked out. Toeing out of your boots, you then push down the pants, revealing the similarly utilitarian panties. You pause as Orange-Stripe gives an anticipatory, mocking set of clicks that the translator doesn't bother with, then scowl and pull off the bra, boobs jiggling just the tiniest amount as they're freed. Shoving the panties down as well to reveal your untrimmed-since-your-arrival bush, you spread your arms. "There, happy?"\n\n"I do like my mammals with a bit of fur on them, I must say," the Raptarran sneers. "But of course you're not getting away with just that. Turn around. Bend over. And anticipate my cock in your asshole, subcreature."\n\nYou bristle at 'subcreature', but what can you do at this point? Other than obey the prisoner who certainly doesn't act like a prisoner, slowly bending forward and putting your hands on the bed, your pussy framed by your slender thighs and pert ass in the air. You imagine you can feel not just the Raptarran's rapacious gaze on you, but those of the guards as well. You almost jump when those scaly, claw-tipped hands slide over your ass and along your back and sides, and desperately fight the urge to tremble as you feel something hot and almost slimy rubbing along the cleft of your ass, smearing your pucker with something that leaves you tingling in a disturbingly not-unpleasant way.\n\nYou resist your body's impulse to tremble as that big, predatory head leans down beside yours, those sharp teeth gleaming out of the corner of your eye as Orange-Stripe murmurs, "How does it feel, mammal? To be whored out by your own people to the degenerate invader on your doorstep?"\n\n"I'm... I'm only doing my duty," you answer a little feebly, your body steadily feeling overcome by a mixture of pure prey-terror and something else that has your pussy steadily growing wet and puffy.\n\n"Yeeeesssssss, and your duty is to take my cock in your ass," the Raptarran replies, flicking his tongue out to drag it along your neck and cheek, making you shudder. "Soon it will be your only duty in life to take me into any of your holes that I wish. Look forward to it, mammal."\n\nBefore you can think of any sort of response, the pointed tip of his prick is settling against your pucker and starting to push in. You strangle a loud gasp and the moan that wants to come after it, but are unable to stop your trembling as that long, red thing starts spreading your virgin hole open and sliding slowly but steadily inside. You would have expected it to hurt, especially with how often Orange-Stripe emphasized that he loved 'rape'... but now, now some part of your brain is already starting to acknowledge that what he said about fucking the Doctor into a loyal little slut might have been true. 'D-damn, their cocks must have some sort of aphrodisiac effect!' you think, trying to steel your mind against it.\n\nAnd yet as he slides fully into you, and then begins a slow, steady pumping, you're unable to resist beginning to moan and gasp aloud. Your nipples are as hard as diamonds, almost painfully stiff on your chest, and unwillingly you wish he'd slide those scaly hands off of your back and play with your tits, maybe pinch them in his claws. Your pussy is utterly sodden, little audible splashes surely making it across the room to the guards as Orange-Stripe's leathery balls slap against your still-unfucked cunt. You grit your teeth and tighten your throat to try and muffle some of your own noises as that inhuman prick pumps away in your ass, but really all it does is make you sound more desperate and needy for more.\n\nAnd in the midst of it all, you suddenly hear something like... whispering? You're not sure, but... the sound of it is alluring, sexy, almost comforting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|TrekF13x1]]\n\n[[Listen to the voice.|TrekF12x2]]

Too thoroughly knocked off-kilter by the unexpectedly pleasurable assfucking you're receiving, you let yourself be drawn into trying to hear the voice better. Almost immediately it fills your entire head, seeming like it must be booming through the whole room, and yet the guards don't so much as blink at it. "Yes, that's right, listen to me, slave." The voice is deep, masculine, liquid... it feels like it's flooding your brain, marinating you in something deeply sexual and powerful and pleasurable, making your eyes roll slightly from the very sound of it. <b>Listen to your master. Give in and understand you exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'N-no!' you try to think back, your own internal voice seeming pathetically feeble in the face of that all-encompassing one from the alien pounding into your asshole. 'That's not true! None of that's true! Get out of my head!' You try to call a warning, to let the others know that the Raptarran has previously unknown psychic abilities, but all that comes out when you part your lips is a whorish moan.\n\n<b>You have no power, mammal. You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me,</b> the monster now raping both your ass and your mind insists, leering down at you as it continues pumping away at your aphrodisiac-smeared hole.\n\nYou struggle against the concept as he begins to repeat it, but soon you find that he's putting his next dastardly trick into play. At first you merely think he's slowing down his strokes, more gradually working his hips to pump that gleaming red dino-dick into you. But gradually you begin to realize that it's not his strokes themselves that are slowing, but your perception of them. Everything seems to be coming more gradually, your own panted breaths, the smell and feel of the alien's hot huffs across your shoulder and face, the way your body is reacting to it all needfully and eagerly, and of course that cock inside you. The slower things seem to be moving, the more the sensations are magnified, until your whole world is consumed by the drawn-out sensations of getting fucked, of that throbbing prick radiating heat and pleasure through your hole and into the rest of your body, every new little flicker of pleasurable input across your nerves magnified and drawn out.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me,</b> Orange-Striped One Who's Particularly Fond of Raping Pale-Haired Mammal Females In The Anus's voice resonates through you for what must be the millionth time, that liquid masculinity flooding through not just your mind but seemingly your soul as well. \n\n'No... no...' you protest faintly, feeling like your own mental voice is nothing but the whisper of a feather across snow in the face of his.\n\nThe time dilation effect slows further and further... every single stroke of his cock seems to take an hour. Then a week. And then on and on. You spend years feeling the fullness of his heat and throbbing and twitching sliding deep inside you, filling you up, and years feeling him pull back, slowly leaving your ass without him inside, bit by bit pulling away from you, being taken away. A decade is spent with his cock just barely inside you, teasing your stimulated pucker, until you're yearning, yearning so hard, your whole sense of self practically sobbing in eagerness for him, until finally, finally, he begins the years-long push back inside you, filling you up, filling you with purpose again.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'I am your slave. You are my master. I exist only to pleasure you,' you reply, long past the point of resistance, long past the point of even thinking about what you're saying, just knowing you need to say it, need to reply with the truth, hoping that he'll make you spend longer with his cock inside you than out of you.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'I am your slave! You are my Master! I exist only to pleasure you!' you pray, just as you have every minute of every day for the last three centuries.\n\nUntil finally the last thrust is upon you all at once, and your ass is being flooded with your god's cum, even as your mind is being flooded by the knowledge to be a proper collaborator, by the skills to be a proper agent, and by the validation that you are the only good kind of non-Raptarran... one that knows their place is worshiping the entirety of their Raptarran gods (especially their cocks). You remain in place, trembling, eyes rolled up and tongue lolled out, as your Master slowly pulls his cock out of your ass, leaving it gaping and absolutely overflowing with his cum, which dribbles out and down over your soaked pussy, which is already yearning for his eggs.\n\n"Well then, I have had my fun," your Master declares in the false voice of the translator, turning and padding towards the door as it opens. "I'm ready to give you the information you wish now," he adds to Admiral Bigguns, before sneering, "Although if you too would like a proper fucking by a superior being, you need only bend over and beg me for it." The door closes before you can hear whatever foolishly dismissive comment the Admiral makes in response.\n\nYou want to cry for him not to go, and already your body and soul ache to be parted from him, but instead you straighten up, accepting the towel one of the guards steps forward to offer you. You glance at the bulge in his pants, briefly licking your lips as you perform the sad necessity of wiping away Master's seed. You consider drawing both guards into the shower with you, to take their inferior humanoid members in your holes just for the joy of being treated like the cock-holster you are, but currently you have other duties... helping Master infiltrate and take down this quadrant of space. And so you can't arouse suspicions, and instead shower alone, merely dreaming of Master and your other gods one day taking your body over and over again, perhaps granting you the ultimate gift of immortality so you can be a lowly, worthless cumdumpster forever.\n\nYou emerge from the shower and don a fresh uniform, and step out of the room to find Admiral Bigguns waiting for you. "The Raptarran is giving some of our engineers certain specifications now. They certainly do seem like they'll drastically advance our combat capabilities," she admits, bobbing her head. "You've done good work today, Commander, even if it's not the sort you'd like to brag about. Starbeat is in your debt."\n\n"It was nothing more than my duty, Admiral," you reply easily, even giving her a smile. It's the truth, after all... it was your duty to take your Master's cock and serve him.\n\n"In any event," Bigguns continues after a brief pause. "We can, of course, let you continue to work on this project... after what you've done, I think we can effectively let you write your own ticket. Or, if you'd like some time off, simply say the word... you can have as long a leave of absence as you need."\n\nYou consider. There is obviously much you could do [[in Starbeat Command|TrekF]] to help your new Raptarran gods. But that isn't to say there aren't plenty of opportunities out there [[on Earth|TrekF]] as well, and at least one loose thread your Master has left you that you could pick up.\n\nYou also consider [[Admiral Bigguns|TrekF]] herself. You are not only a lowly cumdump, but as far as these people are concerned, a lowly Commander. But the admiral... she has incredible power within Starbeat. If you could capture her... or even convert her...

"Maybe there's a way to come to an agreement through talking," you say thoughtfully.\n\nBig Momma snorts at that. "Big Boy don't even talk that sorta foolishness. Even if Big Poppa would listen to reason, I know how stubborn he is, he'd accept nothin' but us bein' breedin' sows again, and that's no way for an orc woman who set off for new lands to live."\n\n"I didn't mean him," you clarify with a shake of the head. "I was thinking with some nearby humans."\n\n"... Hunh?" Big Momma blinks at that, then immediately looks thoughtful, turning back to the map. "... Hrm. There's a big human city... here," she murmurs, tapping a round black dot on the map that you think is back in the direction you came to this area from. "So it's not like we couldn't try it, but... hrm, is it really possible?"\n\n"I'm sure there's some sort of agreement you could come to with them," you say after a moment. "If you tell them there's a big band of armed, hostile orcs squatting in the ruins, they'd probably be interested in getting rid of it however they could."\n\nBig Momma snorts. "Don't take me for some half-feral tuskbrain who thinks humans'd be fool enough to trade one band of armed, hostile orcs for another for no good reason."\n\n"Yeaaaah, you'd have to give them a reason," you answer dryly, shaking your head. "Like promising not to attack them. Like, ever."\n\nNow the amazonian orc scowls, folding her thick arms under her massive green melons. "Th' hell I'd make such a promise. Conquerin' and pillagin' is what we came here to do, if we're gonna give all that up to be some sorta vassal state I may as well have given in to Big Poppa."\n\nYou sort of feel bad for what you're about to say, like you're a traitor to the human race or something, but... well, you've pretty clearly thrown your lot in with the orcs at this point anyway. You fold your own arms and raise your eyebrows. "You'd pledge to not attack <i>this</i> kingdom. Anyone who didn't have an agreement with us like that, well, that's their problem, right?"\n\n"... Hmmmmm." That thoughtful frown is back, Big Momma eyeing the map in consideration again. "Now that ain't so bad. And if someday we attack some other kingdom these guys like, and they have a fuss with it..."\n\n"Then if they attack you instead of the other way around, they're the ones who broke the agreement and they're fair game," you assert with a nod.\n\nBig Momma's silent for awhile, obviously running through everything in her head, before she sighs. "Yeah, yeah it's a good plan. Only thing I hate about it is that it'd definitely hafta be you and me who goes."\n\n"What's wrong with that?"\n\n"That's me the leader and you the breeder gone if this goes hard and dry on us. But no way would they take us seriously if I sent only orcs, or someone who was just designated authority. 'Sides, I'm the only one with any real experience in politicing, you can't just sit someone down and hand them a list'a things to say in response ta what you think the other guy might say. No, we'd both have to go." She shakes her head again. "But now that you say it, it seems too good an option to pass up. Our first encounter with the local humans was always a huge iffy thing after we got run out, and now it's pretty much the one factor in all of this we can control. Alright... we'll leave tomorrow. I'll have yer stuff brought to your tent, be ready to leave." As you turn and head out, she calls, "Oh, and Big Boy?"\n\n"Yeah?" you ask, turning back to her.\n\n"Try ta fuck a few gals before we leave? Just to make sure," she adds with a deep chuckle.\n\nYour cheeks flush, but you nod and head out. Outside the guards are standing and waiting, and... well, hey, orders are orders. You step over to one and pull the front of her loincloth aside, and you'd swear her cheeks turn a bit brown as you run your hands through the surprisingly soft black fur partly covering her thick green pussylips. All the same, she's soon on her back with her thick, powerful legs wrapped around your middle as you thrust into her, her counterpart sitting nearby and stroking her own pussy as she waits her turn.\n\nYou do make sure to bid a few more 'farewell fucks' to some of the others, specifically seeking out Kaj and Lun... man, you really need to learn everyone's names if you've actually knocked them all up. But that will have to wait until you get back, as in the morning you don the rest of your gear (having managed to adjust your pants a bit so your new endowments are... <i>slightly</i> less obvious) and meet up with Big Momma to leave. The orcs have acquired a pair of horses from somewhere, and Big Momma has donned what looks like nothing so much as a pair of leather hotpants so short they're almost bikini bottoms, and a leather strapless bra that lifts her impressive chest even further up, underneath a colorful woven poncho in a stylish, complex weave. The two of you mount up and say your goodbyes, and then you're off, taking a roundabout path through the forest (presumably to avoid detection or being followed by any of the male orcs). \n\nHowever, once you're out of the forest, Big Momma starts guiding the two of you so confidently and with obvious purpose that you're a little embarrassed of your own meandering path to get here in the first place. It looks like the journey will only take a fraction of the time... which is good since you definitely want to have time to conduct negotiations and get back before Big Poppa makes his move, but is bad because apparently Big Momma is perfectly comfortable traveling all day and fucking all night. Outside of 'breeding mode' she turns out to be both lusty and fun, wrapping those massive, soft green tits around your prick and sucking you off as she massages them, or deepthroating your full length despite its equine-like proportions, or suckling and licking your balls for what feels like hours to urge them to build up a particularly load until you blow it all inside her the moment you put it in, which to judge from her smirk was exactly what she was going for.\n\nYou don't deal with nearly as many bandit attacks this time... apparently 'lone guy who's obviously better armed and armored' is one thing, but 'guy who's obviously better armed and armored accompanied by a seven foot orc wielding a massive stone slab strapped to her back' is another. She's pretty impressive with it too... it must be incredibly heavy, and the chipwork isn't even particularly sharp, but she swings it with easy strength... you're guessing the only reason she bothered to chip it is so that it can dig in through armor and won't crack on impact. Eventually though the city comes into view, high walls surrounding it. In the distance you can see people lined up to get in... though as you draw a bit closer there's an obvious commotion, and the line starts moving a <i>lot</i> faster.\n\n"I think we're spotted," you note with a glance.\n\nBig Momma grunts, chuckling ever-so-faintly as she reaches down and pulls out something strapped to the horse's improvised saddle... a spear broken in half. That's apparently this world's equivalent of 'I came to talk peaceably', and she holds it up high over her head, hands spread as the two of you bring your horses closer. It's still fairly tense, and you keep expecting arrows to fly from the steadily more crowded ramparts, but you're allowed to approach the gates peacefully, where a very nervous guard who is trying very hard not to look nervous is standing.\n\n"What's your business here?" he says in a voice that's obviously just barely not shaking. \n\n"I have come to speak to your leader on behalf of my people, so that we may make a mutually beneficial arrangement," Big Momma declares in a firm, even voice. "Let them know that I come making no threat, but there is indeed danger looming ahead."\n\nThe guard blinks a few times, obviously caught between trying to process that statement and trying to come to terms with how... regal... it sounded, before he murmurs, "Ah, one moment," and scurries through the door that opens in the gate... once it's finally opened for him after several seconds of hesitation.\n\nYou and Big Momma exchange an amused glance, but wait patiently. Eventually the gates swing open, and a different guard beckons you ahead, a stern look plastered on his face. More guards are set up at spaced intervals, obviously lining the path you're supposed to take, and neither of them gives any of them an excuse to bark about that being why they're there. (Some look pretty disappointed about it, too.) The streets are otherwise deserted, though you can see plenty of people staring from inside buildings. It's a fairly short path to a fancy-looking building, where one of the guards manages to make some pretense of courtesy in asking you to dismount and go inside. The interior of the building leads right to a comfy seating area, though some of the opulence on display is clearly for, well, a display of opulence, trying to make a point.\n\n"Seems like they're taking us seriously as ambassadors, if they're trying to intimidate us with their wealth," you note, eyeing a gold-etched vase.\n\n"I'm only interested in their steel, for now, they can keep their gold," Big Momma grunts quietly. With another unspoken 'for now' tacked onto the end, you can't help but feel. But after a moment she settles onto one of the couches, and you sit beside her, both of you making a point of being very prim and proper about waiting since you're no doubt being watched.\n\nEventually the doors open again, and a man flanked by a few fancier-dressed guards walks in. He's got a close-trimmed beard and shoulder-length hair, both dark but streaked with steely grey, wearing elaborately-cut clothing complete with a deep red cape. He stops and does actually stare a bit as you both rise, perhaps not having actually believed the reports that he was being called on to negotiate with an orc. But he clears his throat, then looks directly at you and says, "I am Duke Emory, and the king has authorized me to speak to you on his behalf."\n\n"My name is Eric, but I'm mostly here simply to accompany the chieftan..." You pause briefly, then can't help but smile a bit as you say, "The Great Mother of her people and Queen of Rhongo Forest."\n\nYou can hear Big Momma give a tiny, soft snort of amusement at you embellishing her title, but you doubt it carried any further than you. The duke stares at you, then at her, but after a few moments bows slightly, hand to his shoulder. "Your Majesty, forgive my impertinence then," he says in a serious, if not necessarily sincere, voice. You guess it's a start, though. "What may I do for you?"\n\n"I come bearing both warning and offer," Big Momma replies evenly.\n\n"Then I would hear both, certainly." This time the duke definitely seems sincere as he moves to have a seat across the long, low table, both you and Big Momma settling onto the couch.\n\n"My people came to the Rhongo area some time ago hoping to settle and build a new life for ourselves," Big Momma says, leaving out all the conquering and pillaging that new life would have eventually involved (though from everyone's reactions at her approach you don't doubt the duke has a fair idea anyway). "But myself and all of the other women of the tribe were betrayed and cast out by the men, left to forage a meager existence in the forest."\n\n"A sad story," the duke acknowledges without so much as a shift of expression, similarly diplomatically leaving off the obvious addition of 'But who gives a shit?'\n\n"Yes. But sadder still for you, perhaps." Before the duke can do more than quirk an eyebrow at the potential threat, she continues. "The men have fully armed and armored themselves with the stores from the ruins, and each now wields masterwork weapons. Some will no doubt have magic ones. They are stronger and larger than humans, and now most likely better equipped than your soldiers."\n\n"But from what reports we have had, much fewer in number," Duke Emory replies evenly, obviously not intimidated. "For now what you describe would mostly be a problem for anyone venturing into the Rhongo Ruins, which is just beyond our own border and thus we have no need to protect them. And if they should attack us, we can withstand a siege, or simply field what of our army is nearby and wipe them out."\n\n"I imagine that those here in the city would be safe enough," Big Momma allows. "But there is another issue with simply waiting. Tell me, Duke Emory, do you know what orcs typically spend most of late fall doing?"\n\n"... I do not," he says after a moment, tilting his head slightly.\n\n"Breeding." That does get a bit of a response out of him, even if it's just his eyebrows shooting up a bit, obviously not having quite expected the conversation to head that way considering the tone so far. "We always try to conceive in the late fall, so that we may huddle and conserve energy through the cold months and give birth in the mild springtime, when the weather is amenable and food is plentiful and easy to come across."\n\n"I'm afraid I don't see how this is an issue," the duke admits after a moment of silence.\n\n"The men in the ruins won't touch us again, even if they were able to capture us by force," Big Momma assures him. "But in a matter of a few weeks, instinct and tradition will kick in, and they will be strongly motivated to breed. In this case that means they will begin searching the land for any other females they can find. Your farmers, villagers, any female travelers, none will be safe. They will be captured, taken back to the ruins, and made use of. Repeatedly and roughly. Those who live until spring will give birth to more orcs, who will mature rapidly. Within a few years at most you would not outnumber them anymore, considering the amount of space and shelter they have in the ruins and the amount of resources in the forest and surrounding lands."\n\n"... I see." The duke folds his hands in front of his lower face. "And what do you suggest?"\n\n"That you give my faction the weapons, armor, and resources we currently lack, so that we may take back the ruins and hold them instead," Big Momma says simply.\n\nHe's quiet again for a bit. When he does speak, he sits up straight in his chair. "Permit me to be blunt, and take it as an acknowledgement that I am treating you seriously rather than any insult. But what motivation do we have to give away a goodly amount of weapons so that we might merely trade one group of orcs for another?"\n\n"Firstly, my group is all female, and we intend to kill the males off entirely," Big Momma answers without hesitation, which does put a bit of a surprised look on Emory's face. "We have no need to kidnap or force men into breeding with us... there are always those who will do so willingly," she continues, grinning just a little and carefully not looking at you, though you can't help blushing a little again. "Second, it would be orcs fighting orcs, and either way your problems are reduced. Not a single one of your own soldiers needs to get hurt, but plenty of orcs will die. Seems like that's a win for you for sure."\n\n"... Mm." Duke Emory steeples his fingers. "But that does not remove the potential for future issues."\n\nBig Momma makes just the slightest bit of a face, obviously having hoped that he could be convinced without actually needing the last bit. But she continues nevertheless. "I'm willing to sign a peace treaty with your kingdom. None of my orcs will attack you or your people, we won't raid your lands or prey on anyone within your borders. In return, we just ask for the same consideration to be extended to us, and for you to legitimize our claim to the Rhongo area... but you'd need to help us take it first."\n\n"I see." Duke Emory taps his fingertips together a few times. Then he nods. "While I would have to discuss these issues with the king to gain final approval, if it is true that you want nothing more than sufficient arms and armor to equip your people and to legitimize your claim to an area outside any kingdom's borders, then that seems quite agreeable. But only if you are willing to sign a blood magic oath in accordance with the peace treaty."\n\n"What?" Big Momma says, a dark scowl stealing over her face.\n\n"Treaties between human and orcs are often broken... by both sides," Emory allows with a bob of the head. "To insure that, an oath that would invoke a curse if it was broken would seem to be necessary."\n\n"You... you dare to suggest that <i>my word</i> is not enough, to lay your magic on me like a <i>leash</i>," Big Momma almost snarls, starting to come to her feet, the guards quickly unsheathing their swords.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to calm her down.|EricMF3x11]]\n\n[[Stab a guard.|EricMF]]

"Hey, hey," you say quietly, keeping your voice down as you rest a hand lightly on Big Momma's forearm, waiting for her to shoot a glare at you to continue. "As long as it's two-way, they're not asking you to suffer anything they won't. He just admitted there's been bad faith on the human side too, it's insurance for everybody."\n\nSlowly her visible anger subsides, and she nods grudgingly as she settles back into her seat. "Very well," she says after a few seconds, though her voice is a little strained. "As long as the terms are fair."\n\n"Very well," Duke Emory says, voice a little <i>too</i> composed since he clearly was wondering if he was about to get throttled a second ago. "Then, should the king accept, I will even offer myself as the target of the blood pact, so that-"\n\n"No."\n\nEmory takes a second to even realize he was interrupted. "... Pardon?"\n\nAs opposed to the heat of her anger a moment ago, Big Momma's voice is cold now. "I'll agree to the blood pact as long as it's equitable, and enforces the same penalties on both sides. But a pact between the leader of one people and a subordinate of the other isn't equal. Your king has to agree to make the pact with me or it's a lost cause."\n\n"The king will surely not-"\n\n"Why not? I am," the orc woman interrupts again, eyes levelled straight at the duke. "Are you saying that a ruler of one of your new ally nations is only equal to a duke of your kingdom? If that's so, explain why?"\n\nDuke Emory's carefully cultivated exterior cracks just enough for you to see him wince a little. His casual attempt to get Big Momma into the blood pact has led to her putting him in a tough spot... now if the king refuses being the one pacted, when it would have been a virtually sure thing if it was only the duke agreeing, he'll be admitting he thinks his non-human allies are of lesser status. And you're betting that would be an insult to any other races he deals with... you're guessing dwarves and elves, if this is the typical sort of setting with those, not exactly trading partners and allies a king can afford to throw away frivolously. So you're not too surprised when Emory himself is rather stiff of motion and voice as he rises to his feet. "Very well, I will convey your terms to him." With that, he turns and leaves.\n\nBig Momma waits for the guards to withdraw, then snorts. "Guessing he'll be sleepin' restless for awhile."\n\n"Good move, Big Momma," you assert with a grin.\n\n"Yeah, an' I had the head to make it 'cause you threw some water on my fire. Bringin' you along was another good move."\n\nEventually Duke Emory returns, holding a rolled-up scroll that he sets on the table and unfurls. "These are the King's terms. He has agreed to acknowledge the Rhongo region as depicted on this map as being entirely your sovereign territory, with a mutual nonaggression pact to be practiced between us. However, he has also asked that our kingdom be allowed to take a certain amount of lumber from the Rhongo forests each year."\n\nBig Momma looks at the amount, and the map briefly. "Half that every three years."\n\n"The full amount over two years, please."\n\n"Either half over two years, or you take the full amount over two years and we're allowed to hunt within twenty miles of our border on your side."\n\nEmory thinks that over for a few moments, then nods. "The full amount over two years and hunting privileges, then." He reaches down to make a few changes to the document with a quill, with him and Big Momma both signing the changes. Then Big Momma looks over the rest, with you following along... you see her wince a little herself as she gets to the terms of the blood pact, and you have to admit you might do the same yourself. The one who breaks the treaty will apparently have their heirs 'scourged'... you're not sure what that means <i>exactly</i> but you're guessing that it doesn't mean they all turn big-nosed with funny ears. You can see that makes her hesitate, but eventually she signs... after all, this will apply to the human king too, his bloody thumbprint and signature are already affixed to the document, right beside Big Momma's after she uses the provided fancy little knife to jab her thumb and press her (much larger) print next to his. "I will start having the arms and armor brought up immediately. It will take some hours, I'll have a meal brought for you." With that, negotiations are apparently concluded and he rises and departs, apparently deciding not to bother on any further niceties. You do notice he seems a bit haggard... probably the king wasn't too happy about being put in a position to have to sign the treaty and blood pact.\n\n"Mm. No way the human king would've agreed to that curse condition if he didn't think I was gonna be the one to break the pact," Big Momma snorts once the two of you are alone again, folding her muscular arms under her massive chest. "But don't worry, Big Boy, no way I'm letting you and I's greenies get <i>scourged</i> over wanting to attack."\n\n"Heh," you reply, blushing a bit again, since you're not sure what else to say to that.\n\n"Although... this wound up workin' out so well I'm kinda wonderin' if we could pull off somethin' else similar," she murmurs, raising a hand to scratch her chin. "It'd prolly be even tougher than this, but if we could manage, we might be able to take back th' ruins and oust Big Poppa without losin' many of our own."\n\n"Someone else to make an alliance with?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Yeah. On our way here, on th' other side of the forest from these fellas, our scouts saw what they thought was probably an elf village... and they didn't see anything but does. We didn't approach 'cause at the time our focus was on getting to our settlement, but a village of elves is prime stuff, especially if you've got does confirmed. If anything they'll be even more threatened by the menfolk going into rut than the humans here would. Hell probably the only reason Big Poppa hasn't raided them already is we're basically between him and them, and he hasn't dealt with us yet."\n\n"Do you think they'd go for it?" you ask dubiously, mostly because this world is obviously no exception to orcs and elves not getting along well.\n\n"I mean I would've thought that diplomacy between us and the humans never woulda worked either but here we are, all treatied up with mutual terms and an unbreakable oath. But if we could get some elvish artifacts and a couple of weapons and armor from them, it'd really turn th' tide, put us up over whatever the men have rousted out of those ruins prolly." She raises a hand to scratch her chin, then glances at you. "Havin' trouble makin' up my mind. Whatta you think, Big Boy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Too risky.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Worth a shot.|EricMF3x12]]

"Hm. I mean I guess it's worth trying," you say after thinking it over. "We'll have to pass back through home on our way there anyway, right? Since we'll be leaving the new armor and weapons with everyone, they won't be defenseless even if Big Poppa does attack."\n\n"Yeah, I'm thinkin' the same. If the elves try to hold us up with fancier, more complicated negotiations than these guys did, we'll just call it off and ditch."\n\nEventually the promised meal is delivered, and despite herself you can tell Big Momma is a little impressed by the delicacies the duke's had provided... apparently he's not a poor sport enough to just send some boiled meat and potatoes to a new ally. It's early in the evening when an aide comes to tell you the wagon is ready. "Would you care to stay the night and inspect it in the morning? We can have rooms prepared for you."\n\n"We are under a time constraint, so thank you all the same," Big Momma answers courteously as she stands, the aide looking relieved as he shows the way outside to the pair of carts that have been prepared. Both have some armor in them, with one also having a fair number of weapons. Big Momma spends awhile selecting some of each at random, going over them and checking for rust or defects, but seems satisfied of what she finds and has you drive one wagon while she takes the other, your horses tied to the backs. "Obviously either used or old, but all of it's solid and at most just needs a few minor patch jobs or restrappings, stuff my girls can do in their sleep. These humans dealt with us pretty fair, let's see if the, ahem, elves can do the same."\n\nThis time there's less resting or hunting and fooling around at night, Big Momma obviously in a hurry to get the wagons back now that the plan for alliance has been extended. You arrive back at the village, which gratefully still seems unattacked and whole, and the orcs eagerly begin unloading the carts, already starting to look things over and talk about how this or that will have to be modified to fit them. "Alright, we ain't stayin'," Big Momma announces. "Remember those elf does we spotted on the trip here? We've decided to have a go at makin' a similar arrangement with them."\n\n"Big Momma, really? Pointies?" one of the orc women says, pulling a face.\n\n"They've got as much to lose from the menfolk hitting rutting season as we do, if not more. They ain't much for bein' reasonable but maybe they'll at least see that. If we can even get 'em to give us a quiver of arrows and one of their flashies it might be worth it. Don't you worry... Big Momma won't go puttin' her forehead in the dirt for as much as that, we'll get a fair deal outta 'em or spank their little milk-colored asses 'til they cough one up."\n\nThat gets a cheer out of the tribe, while you admittedly just sort of stand there and enjoy the mental image of Big Momma spanking a curvy elf woman's ass. The next morning the two of you are saddled up again and riding off, though this time Big Momma leaves the broken spear tied to her saddle and dangling down in plain sight. "Won't take us too long to get there, and the elves'll likely have eyes and ears on us before we do them, since we're actually headed into their territory."\n\n"Anything I should watch out for?" you ask.\n\n"Enh. They like to play all haughty and mature, like they're the eldest sibling of all the races or something, but underneath it they're giggly li'l spawn," Big Momma answers with a snort. "They love to pull pranks and tease and crap like that. They won't do anything to me since I'm designatin' myself a diplomat with this here, but you... eh, they might cast some sorta spell on you just for funsies."\n\n"Er..."\n\n"Nothin' harmful, they'll just be brats about it. Try not to give 'em too much satisfaction off of it, but also don't no-sell it, either one's likely to just get 'em all riled up and tryin' somethin' else."\n\nHooboy. Still, you resign yourself to likely getting prank-cursed or whatever as you ride along. It's fairly early in the second day, having passed through several open areas and more spots of trees, currently making your way through the latter when you feel something insubstantial nevertheless thump against you. You let out a surprised yelp as you feel your body enveloped by that feeling of something that isn't there, and it abruptly... shrinking. Even your clothes become smaller and less elaborate as you revert to something more like your original age... and then lose several more years than that. You're left sitting there in the saddle (which is now rather oversized for you), blinking and letting out a somewhat squeakier "WHAT?!" as feminine giggles sound from the branches above.\n\n"Oy. Guess we're here," Big Momma grunts, looking over at your deaged form ruefully. "You okay there... Little Boy?"\n\n"Th-that's not funny!" you splutter, not needing to put much acting into seeming indignant, though at least you had some warning and you're fairly certain this isn't permanent. ... There's a certain amount of comfort, too, in the fact that the <i>enhancement</i> provided by the orc mating elixer still seems to be fully with you despite the rest of you having shrunk. Man that stuff's potent. Still, you make a bit of a show of sulking as you slump in your saddle, which is rewarded with more tittering laughs from above.\n\n"It's fine, it's fine," Big Momma soothes, apparently unable to help grinning herself as she looks you up and down. She raises her voice a little to add, "I'm sure they just did it so their leader can make some pithy elf remark about 'Oh? Has he been changed? All you mortals look like children to us!'"\n\nThe laughing from the tree branches almost instantly dies off, replaced by what sounds distinctly like several slender, elegant throats being cleared. A few minutes later, a pair of female elves steps out from behind some trees and into your path. If you were hoping for somewhat lewd fantasy elves, these certainly fit the bill... they look every bit as busty and hippy as the orcs do, though soft and smooth where the orc women are firm and sculpted. Although you have to say even the outfits aren't that different... instead of little fur bikinis, the elf women are wearing plain tunic-like garments belted around the middle with thin braided ropes wound several times, the bottom hem barely coming to the bottom of their hips. Other than that all they're wearing is fairly plain sandals with thin straps wound up their shins, and simple leather bracers, although the spears they're wielding are fully metal and everything you'd expect from elvish weaponry, all gold and silver and gleaming black with an aesthetic like a prop designer went mad with power. Both are blonde, though one has her hair cropped into a slightly fluffy pixie cut while the other has a long ponytail.\n\n"Halt," the ponytailed one says evenly, even though you and Big Momma have already come to a stop. "You are entering the territory of the elves of Queen Litanielle. State your business."\n\n"We've come to tell you of a danger you're facing, and conduct diplomatic relations with the Queen to better both our peoples," Big Momma replies without missing a beat.\n\nThe two exchange a glance, but finally the pixie cut one nods as she turns back to you. "Follow us, then, we will take you to the Queen."\n\nAs you follow the pair of elves, more of them sort of drift in, practically materializing between eyeblinks so that bit by bit the two of you are completely surrounded. Big Momma's treating it like it's no big deal, so you do your best to keep the same unflappable demeanor... trying not to think about how silly it probably looks on your cute little boy face. All of them are like the first two... very plain, simple clothing, but with those elaborate, highly ornate weapons. Eventually you notice that the trees have grown a bit larger and thicker, and can now see that some of them have houses built into the branches... not little huts like a normal treehouse, but actual full-fledged houses, the thicker and interwoven branches and the attachment to the trunk apparently capable of sustaining them. At the center is a truly massive tree that looks to have been carved out into an actual house, and sitting in a somewhat less than elaborate wooden throne in front of it is what's obviously Queen Litanielle. For one thing she's the only one not wearing a simple tunic, instead wearing something like a low-cut blouse and skirt, the frill-trimmed white cloth hugging her breasts (even larger than those of all of her subjects you've seen) and the skirt draped over her hips (ditto), the way she's sitting with her legs folded showing off not only a lot of thick, squishy-looking thigh but also a fair amount of her perfectly-proportioned plump posterior. Of course there's also the fact that she's wearing elaborate high-heeled shoes, some sort of bracers with glowing bits on the backs of her hands, and has a golden tiara with blue gems attached settled above her pointed ears, and a decorative, crown-like golden band holding her shimmering blonde hair back in a thick ponytail.\n\n<img src="images/Litanielle.jpg">\n\n"Mellow greetings, and welcome to the village of Femmesqa... Big Momma, isn't it?" the Queen greets in a regal tone, resting the fingertips of one hand lightly on the upper curve of one of her breasts in an obvious prim gesture of indication. "I am Queen Litanielle. I hope your journey here was pleasant?"\n\n'Mellow greetings?' you think with a blink.\n\n"Other than your border guards taking the opportunity to hex my partner for fun, it was no trouble at all, Your Highness," Big Momma answers just as primly as she swings down from the saddle, without missing a beat reaching over to help you down as you try not to obviously struggle with the too-low stirrups.\n\n"Mm? Oh my, has he been changed? All of the mortal races look-" Litanielle blinks and cuts herself off as she notices several of the guards making 'don't!' and 'stop!' gestures, though they quickly still themselves and flatten their expressions when they realize you'd followed the queen's gaze and spotted them. Litanielle hesitates, then clears her throat and continues. "I understand you have come here to discuss a matter of some import."\n\n"Yes, though we may want to discuss it in private."\n\n"... Hm. Very well." The elven queen stands, waving away several of her guards before they can protest. "Please join me in my sitting room."\n\nThe room she shows you into inside the tree is so much like the one in the human city that it's remarkable, though everything is carved to be several times fancier... yeah, they've been there before, and then they definitely came back and tried to outdo it. Litanielle seats herself, making a few gestures and causing an elaborate silver tea service to appear on the table, and pours three cups. "Now. Please explain everything, from start to finish," she says primly, leaving out the unsaid, 'and no lying'.\n\nBig Momma glances at you briefly, then shrugs and seats herself, picking up the teacup as delicately as her larger fingers can manage and starting to tell her tale, from the orcs setting off to make a new home in the ruins, to them being chased out, to your arrival and that ralling the female orcs to try and take things back, and culminating in the deal with the humans.\n\n"So we'd like to come to a similar arrangement with you. In return for help in taking back the Rhongo Ruins and recognizing our borders, we'll recognize yours and have a mutual nonaggression pact. And some other conditions, if you need them, as long as they're equitable," Big Momma adds with another small shrug.\n\n"... Hm. While I don't doubt my warriors are capable of fending off your 'menfolk', the losses we too would suffer would likely be rather non-non-heinous ourselves," Litanielle murmurs, elegantly stroking her chin as she glances down at the tabletop. "Avoiding that would certainly be preferable. And... in truth, I am not unsympathetic to your situation," she adds with a sigh, straightening in her seat and lacing her fingers together. "The formation of Femmesqa came about under similar, though less dire, circumstances."\n\n"Trouble with your King, eh?"\n\n"Indeed," the elf woman answers with a sigh. "A more 'benevolent' form of wishing us to stay home and breed, but one I was unwilling to tolerate all the same. My husband King Abeshin developed a paranoia about our race's low birth rates, and was constantly coming up with steadily more bizarre methods urging those elves of sexual maturity to reproduce. It culminated with a directive that elven women under his rule were no longer permitted to hunt or to go on campaign, but should instead focus on 'wifely pursuits'."\n\nBig Momma lets out a heavy snort at that. "Well that's bullshit, elf women are like orc women, so close to being as strong and skilled as the men it makes no nevermind."\n\nLitanielle briefly looks startled, then her blue eyes glitter a bit. "Yes, like the excrement of a beast of burden it is! Most excellent metaphor, my dude!"\n\nThese two have more in common than you would have thought. Although now you really have to ask, "Um, Your Highness?"\n\n"Yes, human?" Litanielle replies in such a polite tone that you can't manage to be insulted by being called by your race instead of name. Although you realize you haven't exactly been introduced anyway. \n\n"There are some interesting turns of phrases of your own that I've noticed. Like 'mellow greetings', or 'most excellent my dude'. Are those, uh, traditional elf phrases?"\n\n"Hm." Litanielle puts a fingertip to her lip, glancing upward. "It's been some time since my tutor's linquistics courses, but I do believe those were introduced by an outsider some many thousands of years ago, little dude. They were popular among all the races at the time, I believe, but since elf generations last longer we're the only ones that have really retained them. You dig?"\n\n"R-right." Huh, that implies at least one other person from Earth has been to this world before. ... A person who's an even bigger nerd than you. You're not sure what that means for you, if anything, though.\n\n"In any event, since I found it intolerable, myself and a number of other elf women that felt as I did, precisely 100 in total other than myself, left in the night taking nothing but our weapons and tools, leaving even our clothing behind as a statement of contempt that we should be defined by that rather than our abilities. As you can see, we've done fairly well for ourselves." Big Momma looks just a bit sour at hearing that, and you can guess why... it's probably a lot easier to establish a new society when you brought all the tools you need to do it with you, and your nudity was only performative. But it's only a bit, and she nods approvingly at the story at least. Litanielle smiles, then adds, "Your proposal is certainly worth considering, if we can hammer out acceptable terms. Since we are talking Queen to Queen, perhaps we should do so in private, and your partner may wait outside?"\n\nYou can tell that despite herself, Big Momma's rather flattered by the elf queen placing them both explicitly on equal status, so you're not surprised when she glances at you. "Bi-, ah, Eric, why don't you go ahead and wait outside while we hammer this out? Shouldn't take us too long."\n\nTch, you're being dismissed. You can't help but think this is at least partly because you look like a kid right now... damn elf magic! Trying not to pout, you nod and stand up, heading back through the door that leads into the short hall you came through to get here. Man, this bites... you were an important part of the last negotiations, and now you've been banished just because... uh... because the actual ruler of these people acknowledged your partner as her equal, rather than just working through go-betweens. Right. You sigh a bit, trying to decide what to do while you wait.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look through the queen's house.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Poke around outside.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Find a place to spy from.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just wait.|EricMF]]

Yup, running away and joining the circus seems like a great option. Besides, just think of the years of jokes you'll be able to make about it once you've become a "proper" adult or whatever! \n\nPutting together a general idea of which way the circus that came through town went, you set off, able to grab a few bus rides and do a fair bit of walking. Eventually one night as evening approaches, you can see the lights and distantly hear the sounds that you'd associate with the constant party of a circus in full swing. You begin passing parked cars and other people as you walk along the gravel road, and start to notice that there's quite a lot of them. Way more than there were when you saw the one back in town. \n\nAs you approach you notice that the circus itself seems much larger, practically like a small city. There seem to be multiple gates set up, each with their own unique hawker calling for people to come their way. You stop and take a glance around, then notice a girl a few years your senior who's parked herself sitting on a wooden fence that was clearly there long before the circuses arrived. She has shoulder-length dark hair, and is wearing a tight red midriff-baring shirt under a black leather jacket, and battered, ripped blue jeans with workboots. The bored look in her blue eyes as she smokes her cigarette says there's no excitement to be had for her at the sight of a massive circus... maybe she works here?\n\nYou walk over, clearing your throat a little to get her to look towards you. "Hi. I don't want to bother you too much, but... uh, do you know what's going on with all this?"\n\nShe snorts out a small cloud of smoke, then shrugs. "Three circuses got to the grounds out here at once. After a bit of initial slapfighting, they decided to all three set up together rather than driving two off. Big mess if you ask me."\n\n"Wow, three?" You look over. "There was just one back in Deviville, and it was pretty big."\n\n"Deviville, huh? That was Whackum & Whaley, over there," the girl says, bobbing her head towards the gate on the right, which has a rather beautiful girl her own age in a close-fitting version of a traditional ringmaster's outfit, gesturing grandly as she declares the benefits of her circus. "Pretty 'traditional' circus, though of course it's got its underbelly," she adds in a musing tone that can't help but make you raise your eyebrows.\n\n"Huh. What's that middle one?" you ask, pointing at the gate manned by a female clown with comically large breasts that bobble and wave around like helium balloons with her exuberant dancing, while a pair of very short men (little people, that's the right term, right?) in their own clown getups do acrobatics.\n\n"The Stellar Circus, their big thing is fancy effects and wild sights. Lots of bright colors, lots of energy, lots of shiny things and glowing stuff." The girl wiggles her fingers in its general direction, plucking the cigarette from her mouth and tossing it to the gravel, then going through the process of lighting another.\n\n"And before you ask," she continues as she pats one out from the pack, nodding her head towards the black-haired woman in sinister black and crimson skull facepaint, smoking sticks of incense braided into her hair, her body clad in a tight, shiny bodysuit with a glowing red skeleton printed on it, the only thing she's wearing over it a version of a short tuxedo coat with long tails, its front framing rather than covering her breasts. "That's the Cirques du Deprave. Very edgy, very dark, one of the only circuses around that'll still dare to have a freak show in this day and age."\n\n"Wow."\n\nAs she inhales on her cigarette to get the tip properly glowing, the girl eyes you up and down. "No parents in sight, layered clothes that look like they haven't been changed in at least a few days, little on the underfed side. Lemme guess, you ran off to join the circus?" At your sheepish expression, she snorts. "Well at least you look serious about it, rather than the kids that show up here in short pants after running off because mommy and daddy wouldn't buy them a stuffed elephant. Alright, my name's Tara. I'll see about getting you some work?"\n\nThat makes you perk up. "Really?"\n\n"Seriously. Which place were you thinking of working with?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Whackum & Whaley.|Circus]]\n\n[[The Stellar Circus.|StarCircStart]]\n\n[[Cirques du Deprave.|Circus]]

Considering the strangeness of all this, you don't want to take the risk of having to <i>literally</i> give your soul to a local deity or something in return for a pair of pants. You'll just try to make some money.\n\nBut how? Obviously you've given that subject a lot of thought already after running away from home, though the situation is clearly different here. You guess it actually gives you more options, most likely. You sidle off to the side so that you're out of the way of people walking and go through them all, both the ones you thought of before coming here and the ones you assume you have now that you're in a fantasy world.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get a job.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Burglary.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Pickpocketing.|EricPP1x1]]\n\n[[Beg.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go to the adventurer's guild.|EricMF9x9]]\n\n[[Start a revolution.|EricMF]]

"I think..." You swallow hard, making a disgusted face. "I think it's gotta be Kuno."\n\n"Whaaaaat?!" Akane yelps, flinging her arms to the sides and making some sort of warding sign with her fingers that literally no one else outside of your select circle of acquaintances does.\n\n"Look, it just makes sense," you grumble. "He already thinks my female form is a different person, so it won't come back on me. If he does say he had sex with 'the pigtailed goddess', everyone will assume he's just being delusional again. Plus he's completely inta me, so it'd be easy, right?"\n\n"But... him," Akane murmurs. "If you had to pick a guy..."\n\n"I don't wanna pick <i>any</i> guy!" you cry, flailing your arms. "But if I gotta pick one I gotta pick the one that I can salvage my rep the most with!" Settling back down, you mutter, "So look, I'll just go, get it done, and then spend the rest of my life trying to forget it ever happened."\n\n"Well I can't stand to see that, so you're on your own," Akane declares, holding up her hands. "Just be careful."\n\nYou ditch the field trip, obviously, and head toward the Kuno residence. You figure there's a fair chance he's skipping out on classes anyway, gotta spend more time writing bad poetry and practicing being annoying, you figure. You've snuck in here plenty of times by now so it's not particularly difficult to avoid the alligator pool and Kodachi's various other booby traps and pitfalls, and make your way through the halls to the kendo dojo. You can hear the snap of a wooden sword through the air before you even slide open the door, and sure enough, there's the tall, tousle-haired young man, sweat gleaming lightly on his skin. (Part of your brain notes that it's really a shame he's a complete and utter dink, because he's not exactly bad-looking. The rest of your brain promptly beats the crap out of that part of your brain, like always.) He turns at the sound of the door, and immediately flings his arms wide and leaps towards you. "My darling pigtailed girl! You have come to me here, in my most sacred inner sanctum, so that you might finally profess your love!"\n\nMore out of habit than anything else, you snap a foot up and plant it against his face, holding him at bay for the moment. He freezes up briefly, as per usual, giving you time to figure out how you want to play this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be blunt.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Yeah, do that "profess" thing.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Play to his delusions.|FRanX]]

Ryoko? You don't remember that being a character in Ranma 1/2. Curious, you float a little closer to that option, looking at the mess of teal hair atop a smirking face. Either you inadvertantly brush against it, or just your focus on it counts as selecting, because you yelp as you find yourself sucked through the icon, dropping a few inches through the air to land with a light stumble. You blink a few times, looking back and forth and seeing a swish of said teal hair, before looking down at yourself.\n\n"Ack! What the hell am I wearing?!"\n\nYour shock quickly fades however, your expression settling back into a thoughtful, vaguely smug one. You're wearing one of your various awesome, sexy outfits, of course. Maybe you should have dressed down a little, but when you heard about some of the weird items and magical artifacts supposedly floating around this 'Nerima' place, you had to come check it out. After all, one of those could be the secret to finally nabbing Tenchi all for yourself. (Or maybe getting rid of some of the competition in a way that won't upset Tenchi. ... Or that he won't notice. ... Or maybe it will just really piss Ayeka off. These are all good goals.)\n\nIt seemed like all the rumors had centered around this town centered on teenagers, so you've shown up to the local high school, "Furinkan", as a place to start your search. It's a lot like Tenchi's high school, really... boring and stale. Ugh, how can anyone stand this without just ripping off their clothes and throwing an energy blast through a wall? ... Which sounds fun but again, you're on a mission. Alright, where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[[Start by finding this "Ranma" character.|RyokoX]]\n\n[[Start by finding the local information broker.|RyokoX]]\n\n[[Start with lunch.|RyokoX]]

Kasumi was the oldest sister that was basically a homemaker, right? She's not in school, she doesn't have a job, it's really just a bit of cooking and maybe a little laundry, so she'd have a ton of free time. Great choice! Feeling ready to lay back and enjoy the easy life, you tap Kasumi's name in the list, then yelp as you're hauled forward, your body coming apart and being sucked into the menu.\n\nYou blink awake laying in a rather nice bed, and slowly sit up, looking around. It's still dark out... well, of course it is, your brain supplies, you always get up this early. You're suddenly inundated with all that you have to do today... the bento-making, the cleaning, the breakfast making, the cleaning, the laundry, the cleaning, the shopping, the cleaning. You immediately start to rebel; you wanted to play this character because you thought she had it easy, but it seems like she's trying to work herself into an early grave!\n\nThen a sort of pleasant fogginess settles all around your thoughts. But you <i>enjoy</i> being a homemaker. You <i>like</i> cooking and cleaning for your family. The distress you were feeling gradually melts away, as if it were something completely and utterly foreign to you. Instead a sense of anticipation fills you at a day ahead full of bento-making, and cleaning, and breakfast making, and cleaning, and laundry, and cleaning, and shopping, and cleaning! Oh my, what a wonderful life!\n\nA cheerful but low-key song in your heart, you slip out of bed, taking only a moment to indulge in a quick stretch. Then you slip out of the plain, simple purple sleeping garb you're wearing and fold it up, donning plain white cotton panties and bra before slipping on one of your many simple dresses, this one blue. You take one of your large array of aprons out of the closet (a nice pink one to set off the dress), and then stop in front of the mirror to check your hair ribbon and make sure your face is nice and clean.\n\nAh, you look nice! Well, now to work. You pad out of your bedroom, nonchalantly utilizing more stealth than most ninjas (especially the brightly-dressed ones) as you make sure not to wake anyone else on your way to the kitchen. Since Happosai-san and your father's rooms are so nearby, you avoid humming as you begin work on Akane, Nabiki, and Ranma's lunches for the day, though there's definitely a song in your heart as you begin your daily housework. Oh my, what fun!\n\nEventually the sky brightens, and you finish slipping the lid onto the last bento and tying a bundle around it. Now to go wake the rest of the household! You head to the room near the kitchen, and aren't particularly surprised to find it vacant... Happosai-san is often out seeking martial arts secrets or doing his nightly activities, so you only expect to find him here half the time. You do take a moment to carry the basket of neatly laundered, pressed, and folded panties from one corner and transfer it to the entryway, for anyone who may come asking about them... that, too, has become part of your routine. Then you make your way into the smaller guest room next to that one, where your father has been displaced to ever since Happosai-san moved in.\n\nYour father is laying stiff as a board on his back on the futon, face composed and grim... you suppress a giggle as you remember that it used to make you worried that he'd died in the night, when you came to wake him up when you were younger. ... Well, it's funny in retrospect, anyway. Now, to wake him up as usual with-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a gentle shake.|KasumiX1x1]]\n\n[[-a blowjob.|KasumiX2x1]]

You step onto the side of the road and turn left, heading along while still keeping a slightly nervous eye out for anyone else. Your primary worry is bandits, obviously, but frankly considering you're wearing rags barely sufficient to cover yourself and armed only with a stick, you'd be pretty leery about encountering almost anyone. Though you suppose eventually you won't have any choice about that.\n\nIt takes a long time... in fact the sun is starting to set... when you finally see what you think is some sort of wall rising up over the horizon. It looks like it's made of some sort of blue stone, which is getting gradually darker in color as the sun sinks lower. You pick up the pace a little since you don't know if they close the gates after dark or something, and while spending the night sleeping next to the city wall is probably safer than sleeping out in the forest, it's still not exactly ideal. Soon you're approaching a set of gates, the pair of armored men holding some sort of spears stepping closer in front of them, one of them waving a gauntleted hand dismissively at you.\n\n"Go on, wretch. Landharbor has enough beggars already, you can ply your trade out of sight of the city but don't expect to be let in here."\n\n"I'm not a beggar," you reply in annoyance, especially since you're tired, hungry, and, well, have nothing to your name (exactly like a beggar). "I was robbed on my way here and had everything stolen from me."\n\nThe guard narrows his eyes and looks you up and down, then scoffs a bit. "Well, you do look a bit too hale and well-kept to be a true beggar. I suppose if you're not just looking to stick out a hand but rather recover what's yours, you can come in. If you want to report the crime, there's a city guard office to the right after you go inside. But we're stretched thin these days so don't get your hopes up."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask if they know any ways you could make some money.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go on in.|EricMF9x6]]

Interesting thing you learned when you were researching this job online... a lot of forgeries can be almost as valuable as the real thing. It sounds weird, but apparently skilled forgers are considered important artists in their own right, and in other cases like jewelry, even if the forgery isn't by some famous master of deception, they still tended to make them out of <i>actual precious metals</i>. You stop in front of the case, which has a number of baubles, stone artifacts, and jewelry in it, mentally planning to take most of the stuff that's obviously made of actual gold and jewels. Though your focus immediately goes to two of the most prominent pieces in the display, and your main focus in singling out this exhibit. That being, a pair of very similar-looking cat medallions on two different 'fake neck' displays side by side. Hey, you're basically a costumed villain now, right? Gotta go with theming! Both seem to have the same general form factor, with slight differences, just that one looks a lot more aged and rough around the edges, and the other looks practically new. While forming the smart suit's fingertips on your right hand into glasscutters and carefully making a hole, you take a moment to read the placard.\n\n'Here we see two examples of forgeries from different eras, and an example of just how long making forgeries of items has been taking place. The amulet on the right is a modern replica, only a handful of years old, discovered of all places in the sock drawer of an abandoned apartment! This was almost certainly an example of a most likely successful attempt at duping a wealthy tourist to the region, as the amulet is merely in the style of those dedicated to the goddess Bast rather than a sincere attempt at accuracy. But note its similarity to the amulet on the left, which dates to approximately 1325 BCE. Though somewhat more accurate, there are a number of "tells" indicating its inauthenticity, including glyphs that would more accurately translate to the name "Bastarra" than Bast or Bastet. Like the modern example, this forgery was likely intended for wealthy individuals eager to buy an artifact from a much more recently buried pharaoh or noble. This demonstrates just how long people have been trying to bilk the gullible with money to spend on ill-gotten goods!'\n\nYeah, but both are still made of gold, so even if you can't get their full worth as examples of art or history or whatever, you can at least still get melt value. You finish shoveling all the other jewelry into your bag, then wiggle your fingers as you eye the pair of necklaces. Those two displays in particular are on a pressure plate, designed to sound the alarm and lock the wing down if it's activated. However! Your reading on the pressure plate indicates that it's only accurate to within a certain weight... they clearly cut corners figuring no one would particularly bother this display, considering they only bought a plate big enough for the central items. Apparently they figured anyone that took one would take both, or would knock over the 'neck mannequins' they're sitting on in the process... so the plate won't go off if you carefully take only one of them. The question is, which?\n\n<hr>\n[[The old one.|Palladium8x4]]\n\n[[The new one.|PalCat]]

That's where the best and most valuable stuff is, right? Tons of gold and jewels and if anyone tries to call you on stealing it, you can just sniff haughtily and say it was stolen in the first place! (You have no idea how 'stolen' most of it is but who cares about facts when you have righteous indignation?) Snickering, you slip into the large room, decorated with recrations of various temples, pillars, and statues as well as the authentic historical artifacts in their cases.\n\nLuckily this museum isn't big on the whole 'displaying mummies' thing... that might be a bit too creepy and actual-disrespectful for you to take, being in this place in the dark. (You can see fine between your enhanced eyesight and the mask, but still.) In fact the only mummy in here is safely inside its sarcophagus, which is displayed in the center of the room since it's the current Big Thing for this exhibit. Alright, you're in, now which exhibit to 'liberate' for the greater good of your money roll?\n\n<hr>\n[["A History of Forgeries" exhibit.|Palladium8x3]]\n\n[["The Development of Egyptian Gods" exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[["Pharaoh Anhephaphorshepsutkamen" exhibit.|PalCat]]

Hey, if Nick Cage can steal the Declaration of Independence while just being normal ol' Nick Cage, surely a cute catboy with lots of fun thieving toys like you can steal a couple of pieces from some regular museum, right? Right. Your logic is ironclad, your decision is made!\n\nOf course you're not so dim as to think you can just Mission Impossible drop yourself through a skylight and snag whatever you want while avoiding a few lasers. You need to do recon, and that means... actually visiting a few museums. Meh. Oh well, no doubt it'll be way more thrilling when you're considering how to get stuff out of the cases and run off with them for real, rather than just imagining it for fun.\n\nThe first few places you go are mainly art museums, and you fairly quickly write them off. Not only do you currently have no idea how to fence art for the proper price, most of it's too big to carry in and out easily and the security's strong enough to make both of those things not worth it. Maybe if you were cool enough to actually pull off a trilby without looking like an idiot you could manage it, but there are precious few people so cool.\n\nThe same goes for the natural history museum... you don't have the hookups to sell fossils and amber insects, and most of the historical artifacts are things like excavated knives and tomahawks and such. Probably valuable, but again, only if you had the right someone to sell them to.\n\nLuckily you finally find the Palladium City Museum of Global History & Culture. It has a little bit of everything, but even more importantly, it has plenty of displays of jewels, jewelry, and other small but obviously valuable items that would be fairly easy for you to both extract and sell. Before you're even through taking the guided tour, you know this is the one... which is why you slip away from said tour, ducking and avoiding cameras and finding an employee computer you can hook into. The tools installed in your phone help you quickly bypass the security (which is pretty weak at this spot anyway since only employees are supposed to be here) and download a map of the museum that has notes on all the security measures installed. That done, you quickly make your way back and rejoin the tour, the faux-enthusiastic guide likely never having noticed you were gone.\n\nAgain, you realize you can't just go charging in, which means... studying. Sigh. You look up the various security measures and the models that are used, researching their vulnerabilities. It's not the most exciting thing in the world... until you remind yourself that this studying is for a museum heist. Then it gets pretty exciting! Your better sense nags at you that you need to decide very precisely what to take and get in, get it, and get out, but the steadily more dedicated thrillseeker inside you says nah, just prepare for the whole thing and decide what you want to steal when you get there... it's more fun that way!\n\nFinally, the big night arrives. You studied the guards assigned to each night and found one who always eats dinner at the same cafe before his shift, to the point that they have a coffee mug with his name on it. Sneaking in while the cafe's closed the night before, you line the coffee cup with a liquid laxitive and put it back. (You considered making a mash of sleeping pills but were worried that you might overdose him and put him in a coma or stop his heart or something. Figure the absolute worst thing that happens here if you overdose him is he gets dehydrated. ... Figure.) There will be other guards in the building, of course, but they're covering areas like the administration offices, storage, and shops... this guard watches the cameras that cover the majority of the museum, and if you estimate right, he'll spend most of his shift in the bathroom near his desk instead.\n\nYou make your way to the museum, specifically one of the back areas typically used for deliveries. You slink under the blind spot of the camera, then take out your 'guard tester'... a long pointer stick with a sign that says HI I'M HERE TO ROB THE PLACE! stuck on the end. You lift the sign up in front of the camera, tensed and ready to run the moment you hear anything, cat ears perked high and tail lashing. But minutes go by and... nothing. Good, looks like he's already busy playing Game of Porcelain Thrones. Tossing the sign and stick in a nearby dumpster (you made sure not to leave prints on either), you turn towards the air vent on the wall nearby. ... No, you're not going to climb through it. You had the idea, frankly, but they're almost all too small. No, you're using this one because the actual hookup was removed years ago for maintenance and apparently never put back, despite various notes pointing out this needs to be done having been left. You work the cover off, then slide your arm through... the opening's barely big enough that you could maybe get your head through otherwise. (Hm, you wonder if you could get through there anyway? Haven't you heard that cats can get through any hole their head goes through? ... Wait, no, you still have a collarbone, so you probably didn't get that cat power.) Anyway, getting your arm through is enough that you can swing the weight on the end of a thin rope that you made, flinging it over to the door handle. Once you hear the door click, you have to drop the string and make a headlong rush through the door... it can only be open for four seconds before you need to input the alarm code or it will go off! Luckily once you slam the door closed from inside and wait, panting and with ears twitching, there's no sirens or shouting from within. You made it!\n\nRealizing that arguably the hardest part is behind you... that of actually getting inside the museum and all but assuring you won't be spotted in mid-thieving... you can't help but start feeling rather smug. (Hm... 'Smug Kitty'? ... Eh, little too cutesy.) Yes! You can totally pull this off! You still duck and dive the cameras, mostly just to avoid being caught on tape any more than necessary than fear of detection, which means you can move a lot faster. Soon you're out of the back areas and into the museum proper. Now to make your way to...\n\n<hr>\n[[The Egypt exhibit.|Palladium8x2]]\n\n[[The Native American exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[[The Pre-History Exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[[The 'Weirder Stuff' Exhibit.|PalCat]]

"I, uh... I guess so." Welp. Sounds like if you're gonna keep up this story about being a long-lost Bastian eager to learn about your new culture, you're gonna have to... have sex with another boy. ... Probably repeatedly. Maybe often. Swallowing but trying to hide your nervousness, you shrug out of the jacket and then urge your suit to retract into your collar, your half-hard cock flopping against the front of your crotch as you lay down in the bed on your back.\n\n"Now, like I said, you just relax and let me do eeeeverything," Kio literally purrs as he sinks down onto his knees between your legs, leaning forward and low, pert butt raised high in the air with his flicking tail inexorably drawing your attention to it. Of course you quickly wind up looking back at his face, blue eyes fixed on your face as he cups his hand around your shaft and leans in to place his lips against the base of it. You almost jump, not just at the feel of warm, soft lips and a hot, wet mouth touching you, but at the faint, almost subliminal vibration of his purring that touches it. He giggles a little at your reaction. "Don't be so nervous, Eric! Gosh, like I said, I'm gonna be the one to do all the work! You're getting nice and hard though," he adds in a coo, since your cock is indeed getting stiffer, and moreso with every little faintly vibrating kiss he places along it.\n\nSoon Kio is alternating between closing his eyes and looking up at you with those pretty blue orbs as he sucks at your balls, one soft, delicate hand stroking your cock as he does. Despite his urgings to relax, you can't help but squirm, your ears flicking and tail twitching beneath you. The thing is, it... it feels <i>really</i> good. Kio's obviously done this quite a bit and knows what he's doing... you find a low, steady thrum beginning in your own chest and throat, feeling sort of like when a heavy bass beat from a speaker goes right through you but... but it just feels good. Now purring as well, you look down at Kio returning to kissing and licking at your shaft, ass in the air, one hand clearly between his own legs and stroking his own stiff, slender prick. Biting your lower lip, you reach out and lay your hands on his head just as he's sliding his mouth down over your cockhead and starting to take more of the shaft in, scratching around his soft red ears. Both of you let out moans, Kio from how good the ear-scratches apparently feel, and you from the amped-up vibration of his increased purrs around your cock as they shudder through his lips and cheeks and tongue. \n\nIt gets harder and harder to pay attention to what Kio's actually doing as the pleasure grows, leaving you slumping back against the (really ridiculously comfortable) bed and closing your eyes, moaning and mewling as Kio bobs his head over your prick, slightly rough tongue dextrously working over you with affection and experience. When you woke up today, 'getting a blowjob from another boy' really wasn't even one of the conceivable things on your agenda, but you're kind of starting to wish it had been. His fingers gently ply against your balls as if urging you to empty them into his soft, sucking, thrumming mouth as his pretty lips slide back and forth along your shaft, but you're still able to whisper out something vaguely like a warning before you spill, your cock twitching against his tongue as you shoot into his mouth. Kio never stops bobbing his head, just looking rather smug from the glitter in his eyes and curve of his lips as he swallows down your load.\n\nYou pant softly, closing your eyes from watching him as he straightens up and gives his hair a little flick with both hands. Then you open them again with a surprised blink as you find yourself being turned over onto your stomach, Kio's arms surprisingly strong and his hands quite gentle as he smoothly and easily repositions you before you know what's happening. 'Wait, when he said he'd do all the work, he meant-!'\n\nAnd then you feel the other catboy's lubed-up prick pushing inside you, making you gasp loudly. You quickly bring your hands, fingers curled, up in front of your face, peeking almost shyly over your shoulder at Kio as he penetrates you, propped up on both hands. He's smiling somewhere between smug and serene as he continues the slow press of his hips, whatever slick layer of lube he used allowing him to push in smoothly despite your virgin tightness. You shiver, letting out noises that you'd never imagined yourself making, even more kittenish mewls than before at the feeling of that hot, throbbing length pushing inside you, a shuddery breath at the soft brush and pressure of his balls against yours as he pushes all the way in, little gasps and suppressed moans as he begins slowly, gently pumping in and out of you.\n\n"Hmmmm, you suuure are making a ton of super cute noises, Eric," Kio coos down at you, his voice resonating with his purr that seems to have almost synced to your own. He leans down and nibbles gently at your ear, making you cry out softly at the shiver it sends through your entire body, and subsequently whimper at the way it makes your ass squeeze firm around him. "Is this maaaaaybe your first time getting fucked?"\n\n"Y-... yes," you admit, your blush darkening as you look up at him shyly again, before pressing your face back to the bed in embarrassment.\n\n"Awwww, that's a big deal, though!" he murmurs, licking your ear gently and making it flick as well as you giving a muffled whimper into the bed. "I've gotta make sure to take even better care of you if I'm your first! Don't worry, I'll fuck you reeeeeal good and make sure you cum," he adds in a proud, sensual murmur right in your ear, making you shiver again before he wiggles his hips a little, starting to use a different roll of them as he thrusts.\n\nNow you can feel him rubbing and pressing against something inside you every time, turning your gasps into little cries of pleasure, your cock twitching between your belly and the soft padding of the bed every time. Kio's still using a slow, smooth, gentle pace though, apparently feeling it's how best to take care of you when you're tired, meaning that your cries gradually settle back into soft, moaning exhales. You sound... you sound so slutty in your own ears, the noises somehow perfectly conveying the feeling of a naughty femboy who loves getting fucked in the ass. But... you can't help it, it feels so good, it feels so good...!\n\n"It feels good, right?" Kio cuts in right on your thoughts, voice still a low, sensuous purr as he nuzzles at your hair and ears, now rubbing his entire slender, nude body against yours as he thrusts. "You like it, right?"\n\n"It... it feels really good," you admit with a soft mewl. You feel a shudder in your body, letting out a whimper of, "I'm... I'm gonna cum," and a moment later adding, without realizing you were about to say it, "Cum in me... want you to cum in me..."\n\n"I wiiiill, right after you do, promiiiise!" he giggles back, kissing the base of one of your ears.\n\nThat's really all you can take, and you let out a soft, sweet cry as your cock twitches, spurting a second load against your belly and the bed. When you do, you feel yourself squeeze tight around Kio, and whatever spot he was pressing against gets hit harder and your whole body lights up with the pleasure, even more cum pouring out of you as you orgasm from both your cock and ass, legs shuddering, eyes rolling, ears twitching and tail lashing. Distantly you can hear Kio giving his own sweet, almost girlish moan and feel him throbbing inside you, wet heat spreading deeper and deeper into your quivering hole. \n\nYou sort of white out for awhile, but when you do come back to yourself, you're laying on your side, and Kio's slipping up face-to-face with you, his still mostly-hard cock rubbing against your mostly-soft one as he snuggles up against your front, arms sliding around you. Without really thinking about it, you put your arms around him as well, and he almost immediately starts purring again, nuzzling against your neck and shoulder, which sets off your own purr. "Mmm, I'd ask if you had a good time, but I thiiink that was pretty obvious, heheh." He surprises you again as he gives you a quick, playful kiss on the lips, then tucks his head back against you. "Now, you need your sleep! Let's snooze!"\n\nYou'd expect to be awake for quite awhile trying to wrap your head around everything that's happened, from your museum heist turning into an alien abduction turning into a bout of gay sex, but between your actual exhaustion and the intensity of the orgasm you had, you drift off between blinks almost immediately, unconsciously snuggling in closer to Kio as well.\n\nWhen you wake up, it's to find Kio proffering you another glass of milk, which you accept while he walks over to a corner of the room and presses a few buttons. A little border rises from the floor several inches, before warm water starts spraying down from the ceiling... none of it seems to go beyond the raised part of the floor, so you guess that activates some sort of field that keeps the water in. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up and then we'll go to the cafeteria!" he chirps, stepping under the water.\n\n'I'm glad these cats don't hate getting wet, I'd hate to think I couldn't wash up,' you think as you finish off the milk. Since Kio's beckoning to you, it's clear that he doesn't mean for you to wait your turn, so after only a second's hesitation you step into the shower with him. It's not quite cramped, per-se, but it does wind up with the two of you's hot, wet bodies rubbing and brushing up against each other quite a bit. Soon the both of you's cocks are quite hard, and with a giggle Kio steps in closer, using one hand to press his shaft against yours, giving a few strokes to rub them together. "They're almost exactly the same length! It's so cuuute!" he coos, putting his other hand to his cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss him, then push him up against the shower wall.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Kiss him, then lean up against the shower wall.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Just let him do whatever, but don't initiate.|PalCat]]

"Uh, well, my Queen..." Thinking fast, you clear your throat and then continue. "The truth is, I was born on Earth."\n\n"Oh?" Queen Bastarra frowns a little more seriously. "Is that so?"\n\n"Yes, and only about sixteen years ago. I was never told about you or any of this... I mean, I knew I was different, and I wound up leaving home about half a year ago, and only recently started to come into my own with my abilities as a, you know, a catperson as I thought of it." You give your ears and tail a deliberate flick before continuing. "I was drawn to the display of the necklace in an Earth museum, but I didn't really know what it was until just now, this ship appearing in the sky took me completely by surprise."\n\nAll of which is technically true, but leaves out the fact that you weren't actually born a catboy. Still, Queen Bastarra doesn't seem to have pounced on that little weakness in your story, instead rubbing her chin as she looks thoughtfully at you. Eventually, to your relief, she nods once. "I see, I see. You know nothing of your Bastian heritage, you poor thing. The most superior form of life in the universe and you know nothing of our ways. Well, worry not, you shall now be enfolded in the loving embrace of your own people." She actually gives you a practically angelic smile, closing her eyes and bowing her head as she folds her hands over her lifted-and-separated breasts. "For it is a poor queen who does not reclaim her own. Speaking of which, are there any other stranded Bastian descendants we should look for on this world?"\n\n"I can't say I know of any, my Queen," you answer in all honesty.\n\n"Very well then. We shall set course back to Bastion for now. We shall wait for any further debriefing about the current state of Earth until you have had some time to get to know your own people and culture, as is proper. Kio!"\n\n"Yes, Queen!" the boy next to you chirps, even his ears and tail standing at attention.\n\n"You will be in charge of..." She trails off, her expression briefly turning sharp as she looks at you, as if it were your fault she hadn't asked for your name until now.\n\n"Eric," you hurry to supply.\n\n"What an odd name. Kio, you will be in charge of Eric until further notice. Make him comfortable in your quarters and oversee his stay until we arrive back on Bastion. I'll decide what's to be done then."\n\n"Yes, Queen! Okay, Eric, c'mon, let's go," Kio says, beckoning you with one hand as he turns and heads for the door again. As the two of you go back into the hall, he almost pouts at you. "Hey, how come you didn't tell me you didn't know what was going on? That was kinda embarrassiiiing!" He gives a wiggle that starts at his shoulders and goes all the way down to his pert butt, tail flicking back and forth. "I could have told the Queen that you were a stray from the start!"\n\n"S-sorry, I was basically in shock when I appeared in that room and you were standing over me," you explain, which is definitely very true.\n\n"... Ohhh yeaaaah, I guess that would all be pretty wild if you had no idea you weren't actually an Earthling, huuuh?" Kio muses aloud, glancing upward and thumping his fist against his palm, apparently just now thinking through the implications of you never having seen a starship before. "Ooo, that means it was definitely your first time being transmatted, too, you must be pretty tired."\n\nNow that he mentions it, you do feel even more run-down than even all your activity at the museum would account for. Giving him a heavy nod as your ears and tail droop, you allow Kio to snag your wrist and tug you along, until you arrive at his quarters. It's a little more starship and a little less pyramid in here, though it's still both Egyptian and feline-themed. Kio heads to a slot in the wall and taps some buttons, then hands you the glass of milk that materializes. Nodding gratefully, you accept it and take a look around. Spotting what looks like one of those really big pet pillow-based beds in a deep maroon color, you tilt your head. "Ah, is that the bed?"\n\n"Oh, for sure! You poor stray, you've probably never gotten to sleep on a proper Bastian bed before, have you?" Kio asks with another pout, actually rubbing you between your ears.\n\nYour ears briefly flatten at the presumption, although you also have to admit that feels pretty good. Then another thought occurs as you pass the now empty glass back to him. "There's only one, though."\n\n"Hmmm? 'Course there is, it's usually my private quarters!" Kio answers as he tucks the glass back into the slot, allowing it to disappear. "But it's plenty big enough, and don't worry, I'll do all the work tonight! You can just enjoy!"\n\n"Just en-?" Your question cuts off as, much like your own suit does, Kio's retracts into his collar, leaving him naked in a matter of seconds. His slender cock juts out in front of him, stiff and obviously eager to begin.\n\n"Mm-hmmm! Just get out of that cool jacket and retract your suit, and lay back! ... Ohhh, is this not typical among boys on Earth?" Kio purses his (admittedly pretty) lips and puts a fingertip to his lower one. Then he smiles brightly and shrugs. "Well, Bastian boys fool around all the time! Especially if we're going to be sharing a bed, it's the host's job to make sure the guest feels good! That's just basic hospitality! Best you start learning the proper traditions of your true people now, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh... right?|Palladium8x7]]\n\n[[For sure! ♥|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Pass.|PalCat]]

"Um. Right, sure," you murmur, accepting his hand and letting him help you to your feet. You settle into a walk beside him as he starts leading you through what looks like a cross between a pyramid passageway in a movie and, well, a starship hallway in a movie. Lots of shiny stuff and glowing lights and panels set in the walls, also lots of heiroglypics and things being patterned like stone blocks. It's even lit by sleek, glowing lighting fixtures on the wall that nevertheless seem designed to emulate flickering torchlight.\n\n"My name's Kio, I'm one of the Queen's favorites," the redhead brags as he leads you along, tail flicking back and forth with an air of smugness as his ears give a proud twitch. "Man, we haven't been to Earth in foreeeeever, I bet the Queen's gonna be really interested in your report!"\n\n"Queen... Bastarra, right?" you murmur, glancing aside as another catboy in a glowing rubber suit prances by carrying what looks like a miniature Ark of the Covenant.\n\n"Well, duh," Kio snorts, glancing aside at you with a roll of the eyes. "Who'd you think picked you up when you activated the signal beacon, that jerk King Anubistar? Don't even mention that guy around the queen, she'll tooootally go off on a rant."\n\nWhile briefly distracted from your other confusion by the fact that these people haven't visited Earth in thousands of years but still developed 'duh' in their language, the large elaborate doors at the end of the hallway slide open. Something that looks like a cross between a throne room and a starship bridge is beyond, featuring a number of catboys (and a few catgirls) sitting at Egyptian-themed computer boards, as well as a large rectangular window looking out on a starfield. (They must have gone back up into space after picking you up?) The whole room is arranged around a dais on which sits a large, elaborate throne, which swivels around to reveal who is obviously in charge here.\n\nHer hair is long, black, and straight, with pantherlike feline ears atop her head. Her eyes are a bright yellow with slit pupils, though as they fix on you they flash blue briefly, making a little shiver run down your spine for some reason. She's gorgeous, with creamed-coffee skin, with large breasts (though nowhere near as big as Dr. Life's, you admit), a slender waist and fairly sleek hips, and long, perfect legs, one folded over the other. Though she's wearing a bodysuit like everyone else, it's almost completely transparent, visible only by the shine it gives in the subdued faux-torchlight of the room. She's otherwise covered only by a pair of engraved golden disks over her nipples, and a white flap in front and back that similarly attaches to little golden circles on the front of her crotch and small of her back. She's also got on golden bracers and anklets, and a crown, all of it in the expected faux Egyptian style with a cat theme.\n\n"So it's true, one of our own really has been on Earth all this time." Queen Bastarra (obviously) rises from her throne, resting her bare hands on her transparently-sheathed hips as she eyes you. "Alright then, speak up, scout. Tell us how you were left behind, and how you survived all this time. Did you have your sleepcophagus with you? Did you manage to synthesize extension drugs with local materials? Why didn't you activate the homing beacon before now? Out with it, boy, I am impatient to be informed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|PalCat1x1]]\n\n[[Lie like a rug.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Obi-Wan it.|Palladium8x6]]

Gotta figure that one has more value just by virtue of being way, way older. You still don't have a particularly good way to get proper value out of that, but hell, even if you do wind up selling it for melt value, it's pretty much the exact same size as the other... might as well take the more valuable one even if you can't get the full money out of it.\n\nAs you lift the segmented necklace up and off its display, you could swear the little diamond eyes set in the cat's face flash blue for a moment. Hm? ... Eh, must have been a trick of the light. Tucking the necklace into your bag and reseating it on your back, you duck and weave back through the cameras to your exit point. Ideally they won't even figure out how you came in and you can come back sometime in the future! And even if they do, eh, you can find a new vulnerability, that's what makes it fun!\n\nOnce you're a few blocks away, you take off your mask and give a 'phew!', grinning as you tuck it in your backpack and take out the necklace. Ha! You totally got away with it! ... Hm, are the eyes shining again? They're definitely blue, wonder if they're some special type of glass or actual diamonds or-\n\nThere's a <i>vwarm</i> noise and suddenly you're bathed in bright blue light all around. Giving a rather mew-like yelp, you jump slightly and look around for the cop car you're expecting, but then look up... and your jaw drops at the sight of a large, floating pyramid made of gold and covered with glowing blue lines. Then you're suddenly floating up off your feet, flailing your limbs around with a "Nyoh-oh-whoooooa!" as you're drawn closer and closer in towards the source of the pillar of light around you, until you feel the very strange sensation of briefly flickering out of existence.\n\nWhen you flicker back in (you think instantly), you're facing up instead of down, dropping to the ground with a "NYOOF!", almost dropping your bag and the necklace. Wincing, you sit up... and almost bump heads with someone who was leaning down to look at you. Both of you jerk back, cat ears atop your heads twitching and standing up, tails sticking out and fluffing somewhat.\n\nBecause you find yourself face-to-face with another catboy. He's standing with his feet apart, hands on his hips, and leaned forward eyeing you curiously. His hair, ears, and tail are a rich shade of red you wouldn't think is normally found in nature, and his eyes are blue. He seems to be around your age and with a similar sleek build. Heck, he's even wearing a very similar rubber-like bodysuit, albeit his is patterned with little red triangles with a cyan glow between them, but otherwise is nearly identical, right down to the round bulge at the front of his crotch.\n\n"Hmmmm," he says, looking you up and down, before smirking kittenishly. "Wow, I didn't believe it, but I guess someone <i>did</i> get left behind all those years ago! This looks kind of cool, actually," he notes, reaching down to tug at the lapel of your jacket. "Maybe the queen will let me get one if I ask super nice! Nyeheheh, yeah, I'd look good in this for sure," he declares, nodding firmly as he straightens up, then offers you a hand. "Well, come on, abandoned scout! Let's go see Queen Bastarra and you can tell her what's been up on Earth all these years!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait WHAT?!|PalCat]]\n\n[[Uhhhhh... 'kaaaaaay.|Palladium8x5]]

Making a decision, you pull off your shirts and drop them, then smile down at him. "Get up, then lean forward with your hands on the wall," you direct, nodding to the wall opposite the sinks.\n\nHe swallows again, then nods, getting to his feet a bit slowly but not actually hesitating to turn and bend forward. "Okay. ... Are... are you gonna fuck me?"\n\n"Absolutely," you assure him with a bit of a giggle. You see his ears go pink but he doesn't turn away from his spot at the wall, just sort of shuffling his feet further apart on the tile floor, slim pert ass jutted back towards you, mostly limp cock dangling down. You settle your hand under the soap dispenser* for a few moments, waiting for it to squirt a fairly generous amount of gel into your palm, before walking up behind the other boy. You rest a hand on his bare ass, feeling him shiver at the touch, and then shiver again as he hears the soft squelching noises of you wrapping your hand around your still-stiff prick and stroking, smearing the stuff all over yourself. Then you guide yourself to his very clearly virgin entrance, enjoying the soft, moaning whimper the cute straight boy gives as you spread him open with your dripping dick, his tight hole opening gradually around you.\n\nYou take your time pushing in, enjoying the mixture of thrill of doing all this naked in a public restroom and the security of knowing the door is locked and you could avoid trouble even if someone opened it and found you. You exercise your newfound perfect mental (and thereby some physical) control to keep up a perfectly steady, smooth push forward, just slow enough that he has time to open easily for you and feel every bit of you pushing inside him, just fast enough that he can definitely still feel himself being penetrated and filled more quickly than he ever expected to be. \n\nOnly once you've pushed fully inside of him, letting your smooth balls come to rest against his, grinding gently together and rubbing them together as well as your hips on his rear, and then begun giving light, short thrusts that nevertheless make his half-hard cock wobble do you murmur, "What's your name?"\n\n"E-Ethan," he moans out, shivering all over again as you wrap your slick, soapy hand around his cock and start to stroke it. He starts giving soft little moans with almost every thrust as the familiar squelching noises renew, his cock gradually growing stiffer in your fingers with every pump of your hand over it and every thrust of your own cock into his ass.\n\n"Okay, Ethan, my name's Eric and here's the thing. From now on, you belong to me," you murmur to him, though being sure to focus your attention on him and keep a tone of command in your voice, despite the slick, smooth, squeezing interior of his ass trying to distract you with every thrust. "You adore me. You love me. Giving me pleasure makes you feel good," you assure him, feeling his cock give a strong jump in your hand and grow even harder at those words. "Now, who do you belong to?"\n\n"You," he breathe-moans, starting to rock his hips, actually seeming more enthusiastic about working himself back against your cock than thrusting forward against your hand. "I belong to you."\n\n"Does it make you feel good, knowing that fucking your tight little straight boypussy gives me pleasure?" you coo in his ear.\n\n"Ffffuck it feels so good," he whimpers, the workings of his hips starting to turn outright slutty as he bucks and twists them in an effort to make you feel even better. Your cock presses against his inner walls, occasionally making his legs quiver and jolt as he manages to press you against his prostate, his eyes rolling up as he abandons himself to the pleasure of serving you.\n\nYou let out your own moan, leaning over his back, the two of you's slender, boyish bodies working together, naked in the slightly echoing public restroom, churned-up gel dribbling down the back of his balls and the front of yours to get slapped together with the impact. This time you don't draw it out so much, soon thrusting in deep and flooding him with your second load, his cock twitching and jumping in your hand a moment later and starting to shoot long white streamers out against the tiled wall as well.\n\nYou lean against him for several moments after, both of you panting to catch your breath, before you straighten up and pull out of him, stepping back to admire your handiwork of his slightly gaped asshole coated in a mixture of lathered-up soap and churned-up cum. Then you step over to the sink, wetting a few paper towels to clean yourself off while deciding on what to do with him now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Send him back to the room.|PalCon]]\n\n[[Keep him with you.|PalCon]]\n\n*Dear readers, please keep in mind that Devious World is a heavily idealized setting in regards to things sexual, so you should neither assume you can use liquid soap as a lubricant nor feel the need to point out the issues with using liquid soap as a lubricant. No I don't know why I felt the need to point this in particular out.

"Alright, go ahead and get down on your knees in front of me," you order him.\n\n"Oh, uh, o-okay," he murmurs, his face going even more red as he nevertheless settles onto his knees on the bathroom tile in front of you, looking up and biting his lower lip with obvious nervousness. Despite having been relieved of his artificial ears and tail, you kind of can't help but picture him with real ones, ears folded down and tail wagging cautiously as he waits to see what comes next.\n\nWhich is, of course: "Alright, now open my pants and suck my cock."\n\n"... Okay," he murmurs, a little shiver running through him as he leans forward a bit, hands shaking just a little as he raises them to the front of your pristine new jeans. But again, there's no real hesitation as he opens up your fly and pulls down the front of your underwear, lifting your cock and balls free with one slim warm hand, then leaning in to slide his mouth over your shaft.\n\nYou mmmmf softly at the wet heat of his mouth engulfing your only partially-hard dick. Though you're quickly stiffening up fully as he suckles and starts bobbing his head a bit, squirming in place as he feels you growing between his lips and pressing deeper into his mouth. After a few moments as you approach full hardness he leans back and slides you out of his mouth, then starts applying his lips and tongue to the sides of your shaft instead, even occasionally leaning in further to suck at your balls a bit.\n\n'Mmmn... this is good in a lot of ways,' you think, briefly closing your eyes and leaning your head back. Not only does it feel amazing, but he isn't <i>just</i> sucking your cock... he correctly interpreted your intention, which was for him to give you a blowjob. He's not doing a <i>spectacular</i> job (not that you have much experience to compare it to, admittedly) but is clearly trying to apply techniques he's seen in relevant media, as it were. Speaking of which, "Look up at my face."\n\nHe blushes to the tip of his ears this time, but again obeys, turning his gaze upward towards you, the dark contacts meant to replicate Prince Lupon's eyes letting you almost see your grin in them. He slides his mouth back over your cock and once again starts bobbing his head, gagging softly a few times as he attempts to take you down his throat and not quite making it. While he seems to be contemplating whether to keep trying or go back to external stimulation, you tell him, "Pleasure my balls for a while. But while you do it undo my shoes and pull off my pants."\n\nThe cosplayer leans back enough to whisper a breathless "Okay" before leaning back in and applying his mouth to your sack, working his tongue over it between his lips. His movements are a bit awkward... clearly he's never practiced untying someone's shoes while also worshiping their balls while also maintaining eye contact with them. But he manages, tugging helpfully at your shoes to help you step out of them, then hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and underwear, hauling them down with little tugs and yanks until they're far enough to drop, his angle dutifully changing to suckle lower down on your balls as they're completely freed.\n\nYou slip your feet out of the jeans without moving too much and nudge them aside. Then you grin and lift a foot, gently lifting his own balls on your toes (they're wonderfully soft and warm) before moving to nudge his mostly soft shaft with them... you're guessing whatever hardness has lifted it just a bit has more to do with the increased blood flow of his embarrassment rather than any sexual excitement. "Not into guys?" you ask in a teasing tone.\n\n"N-no," he answers almost sheepishly as he lifts his mouth enough from your (now rather damp) balls to reply. "I only like girls."\n\n"That's okay, you're doing a good job sucking dick anyway," you assure him, even further amused when despite his sheepish look his cock gives a visible little twitch and stiffens just a little more at the praise. "Now deepthroat me."\n\nHe swallows hard, but again murmurs an "Okay" and moves to slide his mouth over your stiff shaft. He starts bobbing his head forward, taking a bit more of you between his lips each time. He starts gagging a bit again as you feel the tip of your cock nudging at the opening of your throat, though he seems more determined this time to follow your orders, working himself down slightly more, getting you in bit by bit. Taking pity on him (or maybe just getting a bit impatient), you put your hands on his head, feeling the strange sort of silky-plastic softness of the wig under your palms and fingers, and start pushing on his head a bit with his movements.\n\nHis hands come up to rest on your hips in apparent shock, but he also doesn't resist, and now he's getting more of you down his throat with every movement. Soon his lips have bumped up against the root of your cock, and you hold him there for a few moments, feeling his throat squeeze and suck around you as he starts to squirm, obviously running out of breath but still refusing to pull back until you let him, and keeping his eyes fixed on yours the whole time.\n\nAgain you have mercy and let him up for air, which he sucks in greedily through his nose once your cock has slid fully back into just his mouth. But now as he begins working his head, dutifully fucking his throat onto your prick, you start lightly thrusting your hips as well. You're actually surprised how in control you feel... not just of him, but of yourself. You have a feeling you could hold yourself off and enjoy this for pretty much as long as you want, holding off your own orgasm just through sheer mental diligence. \n\nBut you keep up your streak and show some compassion, only throatfucking him for about twenty minutes or so before pulling back and giving yourself a last few strokes so that you shoot your load into his obediently open mouth and all over his tongue, the naked, half-hard cosplay boy tremblingly lightly as he waits for you to finish giving him enough of your cum that it pools in his mouth before obeying your order to swallow it.\n\nEven as you're basking a bit in the afterglow of your orgasm, you're considering... hm, now what to do with him?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just leave him here.|PalCon]]\n\n[[Give him your clothes and turn him loose.|PalCon]]\n\n[[Get him some fun new clothes and turn him loose a whole different way.|PalCon]]\n\n[[Keep him.|PalCon1x3]]

"Huh? Oh, okay," he says, still looking a bit confused, but nevertheless falling in to pad along beside you as you turn and walk down the hallway.\n\nYou lead him past the first bathroom you come to, which is both one of the large ones with an open hallway as an entrance, and also likely to be the most crowded even in this mild 'off' period and area. The second one you come to a fair bit further on, however, is a tucked-in one with an actual door, and looks like it probably has only a couple of stalls and urinals just from its outward appearance. Perfect. You lead your confused cosplayer companion inside and spend a moment looking around to make sure no one else is in there before locking the door and turning to him. "Okay, go ahead and take off your clothes and put them on that counter there." You pause a beat before grinning and adding, "I guess you can leave the wig on."\n\n"O-oh, okay," he says, his face going red even as he immediately starts undoing the clasps of the vest. He shrugs out of it and gives it a sort of halfhearted fold before leaning over and laying it on the counter beside the sinks where you indicated, revealing that the pants are indeed a more modern elastic waistband fit. He pushes them, and the fairly plain underwear he's wearing underneath them down, his now bare cock and balls wobbling around a bit as he moves, before laying them down on top of the vest. He hesitates briefly, standing there in just the gloves, bracers, and spats (which actually come up to about thigh height), as if still uncertain you mean <i>everything</i>... of course, he somehow winds up looking even more naked with just those bits of costume that don't cover anything.\n\nAt your nod, though, he undoes the bracers and sets them on the counter as well, then peels off the gloves and the leggings, laying them there and then just sort of standing there in nothing but his wig, similarly lean and sleek like you (albeit with a bit more muscle rather than towards the scrawny). You eye him thoughtfully for a moment... more specifically his head... before reaching over and taking hold of the wig's wolf ears. You give a little wiggle and... ah, as you thought, they're just clipped on to the styled wig rather than part of it. You slip them off, then go ahead and clip them to your own hair, which in its new coloration (and already-existing wildness and length) is already a decent match for Prince Lupon's anyway.\n\nThere. You now have not only a badge, but your own cosplay! You then eye the other boy, who's still standing there sort of expectantly and with deep embarrassment, briefly considering what to do about (or with) him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give him your current clothes.|PalCon]]\n\n[[Take your new costume and leave.|PalCon]]\n\n[[Have him get on his knees.|PalCon1x2]]

Grinning, you write down the phrase in the spell circles you've created, then put a little energy into it. ... Now, if you've done it correctly, within this classroom it should be considered perfectly normal to do any sexual thing you want, and people will consider it perfectly normal and not worth even commenting on or barely even noticing. ... But how to test if that's so?\n\nActually, it doesn't take long, before one of the other boys who's apparently finished his worksheet sits back in his chair, unzips, and fishes out his cock and starts to stroke it, while blatantly looking up at the front of the class at Miss Lancer. He's not trying in the least to be subtle about it, his motions plenty blatant enough to catch the eye, but even though a few other people glance over at him, it's with about as much interest as if he'd dropped a pencil or taken out a book to read. So yeah, you'd definitely say the spell is working.\n\n... Damn, you actually have to finish the worksheet, you think as you start filling it in quickly. You've changed the common sense about sex, but you haven't changed Miss Lancer's attitude about anything else, you're pretty sure she'd still lecture the hell out of you if you turned in an empty worksheet. You try not to be distracted by the motions of the guy jerking off nearby... or by one of the girls similarly leaning back in her chair, hiking up her skirt, and sliding a hand down the front of her panties, her hand very obviously moving under the cloth as she starts jilling off to kill time as well.\n\nOf course you finish off the worksheet very quickly once you put your mind to it, and just like that you're now free to take advantage of the classroom's altered common sense. So what's first on the "menu", as it were?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just jerk off too.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Fuck one of your classmates.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Play with Miss Lancer.|RunFF]]

There's a major benefit of the "change of common sense" spell... in that it works on people who are outside of the room looking in. Since common sense has been changed for that room, anyone seeing into that room will think what's going on in there is perfectly normal. It's basically the least detectable of all your options. \n\nOf course drawing the spell circle to implement it takes some doing, since you don't want to get nailed by Miss Lancer for "doodling". So in part you wait until she's retreated to her desk and everyone's supposed to be doing a worksheet. Admittedly you might still get in trouble if she decides to check the worksheets immediately after the break, but you'll just have to take that chance!\n\nEventually the elaborate spell circle fills up an entire page in your notebook. Now you just have to write down the change you want to make in the center and push some magic power into it.\n\n<hr>\n[['Everyone is super pleasant and accommodating no matter what.'|RunFF]]\n\n[['Sex is an ultra-casual thing.'|RunFF23x3]]\n\n[['Girls shouldn't wear clothing in class and guys can enjoy the view all they want.'|RunFF]]\n\n[['Teachers must always use sex and sexiness as positive reinforcement.'|RunFF]]\n\n[['Men are dominant, women are submissive.'|RunFF]]

If you cast a spell on the classroom, it would make things a lot easier... since you're in here for every class with Miss Lancer, the right spell would fix the issue with her for a good long while, as well as possibly giving you some influence over your other classmates.\n\nProbably the best spell to use for that would be the "[[change of common sense|RunFF23x2]]" spell. Essentially, inside the classroom, people would accept a certain change to their perceptions. Depending on what you made it, you could make everyone inside (other than yourself) permanently chipper and pleasant... or other, more <i>interesting</i> alterations.\n\nAnother option would be a [[hypnosis trigger|RunFF]]. Basically, anyone that entered the room would fall into a trance, from which you could give them commands. On leaving the room they'd forget having been in a trance. The benefit being, you're pretty sure you could give them commands that translated over once they left.\n\nThe third and most elaborate would be an [[alteration field|RunFF]]... essentially, anyone entering the room that fit certain parameters would undergo an alteration. You'd have to pair it with a few other charms so that no one would remember it or notice it from outside, so it would honestly take you a week, maybe more to set up. Delayed gratification, but... a lot of really interesting possibilities.

Wincing again at that snapped order, and what it means, you nevertheless get to your feet and turn, bending forward over the desk. You've come this far... backing out now and ruining everything seems like it would just mean you sucked dick for nothing. You can't help but squirm as the owner flips up the back of your skirt, his pudgy fingers yanking down your panties in back, baring your ass and taint, the waistband left just below the base of your balls.\n\nYou bite your lower lip, unable to resist the urge to look over your shoulder. You can't quite see his cock now, but you can see him using a hand to aim himself, and feel the thick thing pushing apart your buttocks and nudging up against your virgin hole. You can't help but let out a gasp as he grabs your hair and tugs your head back with his other hand... just before he thrusts in. You let out a 'Hrrrk!' as he roughly pushes into you, spreading your ass open and pushing deeper and deeper inside you. You can hear him chuckling as he starts moving his hips, working himself in and out and deeper into you each time, driving more and more of that fat fuckstick into your hole every time.\n\nYou keep gritting your teeth, trying to glare at him out of the corner of your eye as he continues to give your hair light tugs every so often after he begins to fuck you. Then you let out a yelp as his other hand swings down and smacks your ass, prompting him to let out a low chuckle before picking up his cigar again. "Mmm, you squeeze real nice around me when I spank you, bitch," he sneers.\n\n'Just... finish up and get it over with!' you think, forcing the thought through the jumbled-up feelings of emotion, the shame, the anger, the frustration, and something else. Your body wants to feel something almost like pleasure from that thick, long cock stroking into your previously virgin hole, urging you to let go and enjoy getting fucked despite not liking guys in the least, and definitely not liking the blackmailing scumbag pounding your ass even if you did. Your cock, at least, is apparently still on your brain's side, limp and wobbling beneath you even as the owner's balls slap against yours.\n\nYou're half zoned-out, drifting on that strange mixture of disgust and almost-pleasure, when the owner suddenly grunts and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you. You gasp at the feeling of warmth and wetness spreading inside, the strangeness of it trying to push you towards pleasure. In truth, you wind up feeling-\n\n<hr>\n[[-relieved.|CC]]\n\n[[-orgasmic.|CC]]

"N-no way I'd ever let another guy fuck me!" you splutter indignantly. "My ass is off-limits! Didn't that great fucking I just gave you show that I'm all manly-man, baby?!" you add, trying to puff your chest up even where it's still pressed against her tits.\n\n"Oh?" Her smile turns positively wicked now. "Well then. I suppose if dear Maxxon can't fuck your ass, I'll have to let him fuck your pussy instead."\n\n"Wha?! Hey!" you yelp as you feel another injector being pressed against the back of your neck. Rather than fading and then showing up elsewhere, the heat of the injection quickly spreads through your entire body, suffusing it with a strange tingling and tensing sensation. You try to pull away from Arana, but apparently she's far stronger than she looks, and that lock of her legs around your thighs and her arms around your middle hold you firmly in place. Your struggles turn to confused writhing as you begin to gasp and moan at the strange sensations in your body, feeling it start to change. Your cock starts sliding out of her pussy as it shrinks, your balls pulling up tight against your body and beginning to get smaller and smaller as well. Your flat chest begins to swell out, pressing into Arana's tits in a whole new way as your slender pecs gradually turn into perky tits. Those perky little tits quickly begin to grow larger and fuller, though, pressing down against Arana's more and more as your waist shrinks and your hips round out. Your struggles shake your ass in the air as it begins to round out and take on a layer of padding, swaying a bit with your motions.\n\nSoon your cock has gone limp as it shrinks down past its original size, then smaller, becoming baby-like before disappearing entirely. You gasp at the strange sensation of feeling a new hole opening up between your legs, your crotch reshaping itself into full pussylips that almost instantly plump up and dampen, arousal running down your thighs as they reshape into feminine fullness. Your moans and cries at the strange and somehow pleasurable sensations begin to get higher and sluttier as even your throat reshapes, your face shifting and taking on womanly contours. Your muscles are obscured and replaced by feminine sleekness, the body of someone who spends more time on their back than in the gym. Finally the sensations fade and leave you panting and shivering, still clutched atop Arana, tits every bit as big as hers keeping you propped up higher against her as she holds you in place.\n\n"Now let's see how much of a manly-man you are, hm?" she says with a taunting laugh, your head jerking to the side as you feel strong hands gripping your newly full and round ass to squeeze and knead. You try to struggle as you see Maxxon behind you, his chiseled face and well-formed lips showing a smug, lopsided grin as he moves closer into place.\n\n"No! No please!" you plead in your newly female voice, even the panicked begging somehow forced to take on a sensual tone, as his hands slide from your ass to grip your slim waist. And then, all at once, that monster of a cock is thrusting into your brand new pussy, making your eyes roll up in your head and your teeth grit at the intense wave of pleasure and the immediate female orgasm that slams through your body. Your cunt gushes an impressive amount of girlcum all over his glistening, smooth balls, your pussy trembling around his girth as he grinds against you, his booming voice giving a low chuckle as he works his hips against your round butt.\n\n"Don't bother trying to hold back, my dear," Arana coos smugly as Maxxon begins pumping into you, rocking your curvy body against her equally lascivious one. "Your new body has been specifically engineered as a perfect plaything for men. You'll soon find you're quite addicted to their cocks and capable of taking pleasure from having them shoved in you wherever the man cares too. Mm... I say 'capable', but more 'forced to'," she adds, before leaning her head up and forward, adding in a sultry whisper, "And of course, you've been made quite fertile."\n\n"N-no," you barely manage to protest through your own moans, even as your hips start shaking and bucking like an eager whore's, working you back against the thrusts of the mammoth cock bulging out your smooth stomach. "No, p-please, don't knock me up! I'm a guy, a guy, don't knock me uuuuup!"\n\n"Enjoy lying to yourself while you can, slut," Arana answers with another delighted laugh, giving a little cooing moan of her own at the feel of you being driven against her body as Maxxon begins fucking you harder, making you yowl and shriek as he forces even more gushing orgasms out of your eager cunt. "Because the mind is the plaything of the body, and your body wants nothing more than to be the breeding sow of my crew!"\n\nAnd as Maxxon slams forward and begins pumping what must be at least a gallon of thick, potent cum into you, your mind begins to break. Some part of your new body <i>knows</i> it's being knocked up, and that knowledge makes the orgasm that hits you an almost literal brainscrambler. Your cry is something less than human as your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue juts out, your entire body trembling as you cum over and over again, the orgasms overlapping and driving rational thought out of your head, replacing it with pleasure at being a knocked-up slut for this huge-cocked adonis.\n\nA few minutes later, you're laying face down on the bed, arms flumped at your sides, your body twitching and shuddering involuntarily with small aftershock orgasms. Your legs are lightly spread, showing off your well-fucked pussy, thick globs of cum still oozing steadily from between the slightly-spread lips. You can faintly hear Arana as she speaks, some inner part of your brain that's not completely broken by pleasure processing her words.\n\n"We'll put a seal on her pussy until after she has the child in a month or so. The men will just have to be satisfied with her other holes until then. After she's had one or two high-class offspring from the upper ranks of the crew, she can start getting knocked up by the lower decks. Probably produce at least ten new males every year. Breeding replacement crew in-house will be so much more effective than recruiting them, don't you think...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4axEnd2]]

Yeah, you do have a bit of musical talent after all. And hey, isn't living the night life by getting out there and making money in a band exactly the sort of cool, free existence you were hoping for when you left home? You absolutely have to take a shot at this! Even if you don't become famous and rich, this seems like a great way to just live life, at least for awhile.\n\nYou circle the address at the bottom of the ad and set off towards it. You're guessing they must have regular practice hours since there's just a stretch of time listed that applicants can drop by. The address is a handful of blocks away, in a building not dissimilar from the one you're staying in, and equally run down. You knock on the door, and are a little surprised when a good-looking guy only a few years older than you dressed in fairly 'prep' style of a polo shirt and khaki pants answers. "Ah, are you here about joining the band?" \n\n"Yeah," you say a little dubiously now, but head inside as he gestures you ahead of him. The apartment inside is fairly empty, with not much more than some folding chairs for furniture besides the instruments. The other guys here are all of a similar age to the one who let you in, though their styles are fairly diverse. One is pretty heavily goth, with heavy black makeup, sheet-white skin and painted nails, shirt slumping off one of his shoulders. Another looks more biker-style, with a tight t-shirt, black leather jacket and pants, light tan skin and close-cropped hair. The fourth is sort of... neo-hippy black guy with light brown eyes and longish not-quite-straightened hair, with a tie-dyed T-shirt and denim vest, and a pair of little blue circular sunglasses. You'd probably be a little intimidated about being around so many strange older guys on their own turf, but none of them are really big and muscular like Sean... in fact, most of them have similar builds to you.\n\n"My name is Sonny, I play keyboard," the preppy blonde who let you in says by way of introductions. "This is Damien who plays bass, Joseph who plays lead guitar, and Kendrick who plays drums."\n\nThe bandmembers all give a round of greetings, to which you do your best to nod pleasantly without quite going full awkward and waving. "My name's Eric. You guys are a band, huh?"\n\n"We go by the Eclectics, yeah, since people do tend to notice." Sonny chuckles a bit before continuing. "We were all in the same music class in high school, and all had a similar ability to play a little bit of everything. After we graduated we decided to make a go of being a band. We mostly play more popular stuff, though we do have a few songs of our own... but we're mostly interested in getting hired regularly than making it big. So if we get hired by a goth bar we play emo music, if we get hired by a shots bar we play classic rock, and so on."\n\n"I get it, I figured that's why you guys had an ad in the business section instead of personals. But sounds like you've got all the major instruments covered, what do you need?"\n\n"Well, while we can all sing a bit, the one who was really good at it was our leader, Dominic. But Dominic decided he had a shot at the big time and decided to go off and compete on 'America's Next Big Talent Idol'. If we don't find another lead singer, then one of us will have to sing while also playing, and it won't be nearly as good. We've got to keep a consistent level of quality or we won't get hired." Sonny looks hopeful as he glances at you, then over at a karaoke machine that's been set up nearby. "I mean, can you sing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Actually yeah you're pretty good at it.|CC]]\n\n[[Well, you can, but it's sort of embarrassing.|CC3x2]]\n\n[[Not really, but you can play!|CC]]

"I... yeah, I can sing, but I'm usually a little embarrassed because-"\n\n"Can't be embarrassed when you're performing on stage," Joseph cuts in. He sounds kind of like he'd like to have a deep, semi-gravelly voice like Sean's, but his is a little too light and smooth for it. He picks up the microphone from the karaoke machine and holds it out to you insistently.\n\nWell. You've come this far. At least if they laugh at you and kick you out you'll be able to tell Sean you tried. You accept the microphone, waiting for the music to start... it's a fairly popular song, on the radio a lot, probably almost anyone could sing at least part of it... before taking a deep breath and then revealing your humiliating secret.\n\nYou sound like a girl when you sing.\n\nIt's not a complete vocal transformation, you don't sound like an entirely different person, but your voice definitely pitches right into the feminine range every time you try to harmonize with music. The really frustrating thing is you're really good at singing, it's just... you sound like a young woman who's really good at singing. After getting laughed out of a few karaoke parties you'd pretty much given it up, but now here you are, brandishing your girly voice for a bunch of professional musicians.\n\nOnce the song ends, you hand the microphone back to Joseph, your cheeks bright red. The others are just kind of staring at you, several trading awkward glances. Finally Sonny speaks up. "Ah, yeah, well, I mean, you're-"\n\n"Exactly what this band needs!"\n\nEveryone, including you, looks surprised as Damien speaks up. His eyes are glittering even behind his red contacts, delicate fingers coming up to brush the black hair away from one side of his face as if just to show that off. "He's perfect, guys, we should hire him right away!"\n\n"Er, Damien, I mean, y'know, he sounds like-"\n\n"I know. That's exactly why he's perfect." The goth bassist nods firmly, looking at you, then around at the others. "Honestly his pitch isn't that far off what Dominic could do, so our original songs would work, and plenty of other songs would for that range too. Our band's always just been 'that bunch of guys who can play almost anything', but if we finally decide to give ourselves a brand and a theme, we can ask much better prices. So that's why I think we should become... an otoko-no-ko band," he says grandly, spreading his hands. At everyone's blink, he glances around, then clarifies, "Crossdressers."\n\n"WHAT?!" almost everyone else, including you, blurts.\n\n"It's the novelty and visual appeal we've been missing. We can finally build a real identity and a brand to bank on. We still probably won't get world famous, but we could do better locally."\n\n"... I dunno, man," Kendrick says after a few moments of silence on everyone's part. "There's a ton of places that wouldn't hire us anymore."\n\n"Yeah but there's other places that'd be even more likely to hire us, and we could ask for higher prices. Right now we're just the live vocal equivalent of a jukebox, we could get way more money by being an actual attraction. I swear, guys, if we all do this I really think it will work." Damien certainly seems enthusiastic about it, though he apparently remembers you haven't actually agreed yet and turns to you. "Eric, if you agree, I promise I'll do everything to make our band a success! I'll even give you part of my cut, so you'll make more than the rest of us, that's how much I believe in this!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... okay.|CC3x3]]\n\n[[No way!|CC]]

Eventually you sigh and nod. "Yeah, okay. I guess I'll go along with this. If everyone else agrees, anyway."\n\nThe others look nervous, Joseph and Kendrick moreso than Sonny, who's already starting to look thoughtful. But after talking it over for awhile, eventually everyone's on board. You begin practice the next day, doing your best to get used to the idea that you're going to be singing like a girl, but more than that looking like a girl, in front of crowds no less. Probably not big crowds, the others note, but decently-sized ones. Still, Damien is so enthusiastic that he gives you a small advance on pay for the next gig, so you're able to know you'll have at least something for Sean even if the rest of it falls through.\n\n"So I mean, it seems like we're getting the songs down and everything," you note to him after a few days.\n\n"Yeah, we'd temporarily suspended taking jobs, but we've got one on Friday night that we should be ready for," he replies easily.\n\nThat makes you even more nervous, but makes it more pressing that you bring this up. "So like... what exactly are we going to do about dressing up? We haven't practiced that at all. Do I need to buy my own stuff, or...?" You make a bit of a face at the thought of shopping for girls' clothes.\n\n"I've already picked outfits out for everyone, and don't worry about makeup. I have a bunch of older sisters and they taught me plenty about all that over the years. The only thing you need to do is show up a bit early so you can get dressed and I can do your makeup and nails. Oh, and before then, stop by this place." He holds out a business card and you take it, examining it.\n\n"'Vidyagaem Hair Stylist'?"\n\n"I already gave them instructions so just tell them your name and you'll be good to go."\n\nYou shrug, and on Thursday afternoon after practice head over to the listed address. You're sat in the chair, and watch in amazement as they somehow manage to make your hair not just a different color and style, but noticeably longer. It now comes down past your shoulders and is a rich chestnut color over most of it, with a single bright crimson streak. You're a little surprised when they also give you a facial treatment and manicure, but apparently Damien prepaid for the works. You at least ask them to tie your hair back in a ponytail so it's not quite so girly before you head home.\n\nYou show up to the apartment at the appointed time to find four hot and rather diverse girls waiting for you. There's a cute blonde with long, wavy hair, a pink sweater, and a white tennis skirt with bobby socks and saddle shoes, a pretty goth girl in a netting shirt with a black tubetop on her flat chest under it with long, luscious black hair (still in a rather familiar style) and snug black miniskirt, a rather tough-looking girl wearing black and pink riding leathers and a purple tanktop, and a black girl with a light afro, peasant blouse, and long 'crushed' style skirt.\n\n"... Wow," you have to admit, staring around at the rather sheepish-looking group (except for Damien, who looks proud). Other than the flat chests, you'd totally buy them as all being women.\n\n"C'mon, your turn!" Damien calls, grabbing your wrist and hauling you to the bedroom with a yelp.\n\nYou manage to shoo him out when it comes to actually putting on the clothing... he seemed so enthusiastic you really thought he was going to strip and redress you. You're embarrassed to realize that he did include a pair of scarlet side-tie panties for underwear... but you guess it's not like you could wear boxers, since the outfit does include a skirt. Luckily they're already tied so that all you have to do is tighten them once they're on, trying to ignore the naughty feeling of standing in a bedroom not your own, wearing nothing but a pair of little red panties. Of course it doesn't help that you've got plenty more girls' clothes to put on, starting with the top that's basically a high collar, a flap over your chest, and a snug band just above your belly, leaving not only your shoulders but most of your midriff and back bare. Then on goes the black pleated skirt, the decorated black vest, and the shoulder-high fingerless black gloves... and after a bit more finagling, the black thigh-high stockings with a few artful tears in them. Luckily it looks like your outfit comes with boots, and you put them on not long before Damien bustles back in.\n\nHe snags the ponytail tie out of your hair and spends awhile brushing it out, then goes to applying dark red lipstick and some other, fairly artful makeup to the rest of your face, finishing off with placing a little glittery red star decoration on your cheek. Your nails get painted up in alternating dark reds and shiny blacks, and he spends a few moments tugging on bits of clothing to adjust them before clipping multiple non-piercing earrings and caps to your ears, then thrusting you in front of the mirror. You blink at the sight of a rather punk but very adorable girl staring back at you with your eyes, your painted lips opening and closing a few times. "W-... wow."\n\n"I know, right?" Damien grins a bit wickedly at you in the mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders. "We're gonna really knock 'em dead on that stage tonight!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah!|CC3x4]]\n\n[[You... you can't do this!|CC]]

Doing your best to banish your jitters and find your enthusiasm, you give Damien a grin. "Yeah! Let's do this!"\n\nThe club is a sort of alt-rock type place, which means that most of the people in here look some level or blending of the styles you, Damien, and Joseph are using. Damien had already told you that it was a sort of light metal/"ironic" pop kind of place because he thought that's what would be most likely to really dig your band's new schtick. You have to admit the club manager makes you think he might be right... they're very attractive but very androgynous, with shortish, thoroughly-styled platinum hair and clothes that are both highly fashionable and utterly unisex. The manager helps all of you get set up, then steps out to the forefront of the stage as the lights come up.\n\n"Good evening, Pop-Up Club! Tonight for our live entertainment, we have a very special new act for you, 'Honey Trap'! I'd like you to welcome lead singer Erica, guitarist Jo, bassist Demona, Sunny on keyboard and Kendra on drums! Show us what you've got, Honey Trap!"\n\nYou steel your nerves and grip the mic as the lights shift to you and the others, waiting for the right musical cue from Joe's guitar to launch into the song Dami-, er, Demona wrote for your premier, 'Big Surprise'. After that you switch it up to something poppier but that obviously goes over well even with the more alternative crowd, 'I Kissed A Girl (And I Liked It)', and then perhaps one of the more on-the-nose choices, 'I'm Not The Girl'. Most of the songs after that are either old originals from The Eclectics or more popular stuff from the club's genre.\n\nThe audience actually seems pretty into everything, which gives you a good feeling as the night wraps up. As you're standing off from the rest sipping water, the manager walks over, looking a little nervous.\n\n"Excuse me, Erica, but... the owner would like you to see him in his office."\n\nYou blink. "Huh? Is something wrong?"\n\n"No, apparently he would like to talk to you about hiring you to play some of his other clubs."\n\n"Oh!" That brightens you some. "Okay, I'll get the others and-"\n\n"He really only wanted to see you, actually." The manager pauses, then leans in, lowering their voice and resting a hand on your arm. "I really don't think you should take this meeting. I'll tell the owner that I couldn't catch you before you left, and then set up a meeting for you later, where you and the others can all come, out of costume. I think that would be better."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, if you think so.|CC4x1]]\n\n[[Naaah, you can handle it!|CC3x5]]

"I mean if it's just talking to him about taking some more jobs, I think I can manage that right now." You shrug, dismissing the Manager's concerns as just needless worrying. So what if you're in a skirt, you're still a member of the band. As the lead singer it's <i>kind of</i> like you're the leader, and you want to show the others that you can help with getting them work, not just doing a basic job!\n\nThe Manager looks worried, but nods and beckons for you to follow, turning and heading for some stairs. It's not a huge ultra-luxury club or anything so you're not surprised that the upstairs is fairly small and not very elaborate, looking to host a handful of offices. You're shown to one that opens up to be of decent size but also fairly unadorned save for the various screens on the walls showing different club floors, including one focused on the now empty stage where you spent the night performing.\n\nThe man behind the desk is shaven-headed and large... not like sumo wrestler fat, but definitely broad and with a significant gut, despite his fairly expensive-looking (and yet somehow simultaneously cheap-seeming) suit. He's wearing a little pair of gold sunglasses and has a (currently unlit) cigar chomped between his teeth. The manager closes the door behind you as you walk in, briefly considering the black leather couch that's across from the desk before just electing to stand. "So you're Erica, hmmm?"\n\n"Yessir," you answer, giving a nod, since that is after all the name you're performing under.\n\n"You've quite the pretty and versatile voice. I can see a lot of uses for someone of your talents." You're suddenly starting to get a sense of why the manager tried to warn you off as he not-very-subtly eyes you up and down, not quite openly leering. "In fact I've got quite the sweet deal to offer you and your bandmates. I can schedule you to work any of my clubs practically whenever you want... flexible schedules, very good pay, and of course... extra bonuses for you specifically. For performance, you understand," he adds, the leer rather more open now as he strikes a match and puffs at his cigar.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well... that does sound like a sweet deal..."|CC]]\n\n[[Remind him where the name 'Honey Trap' comes from.|CC3x6]]

"Uh, you know I'm a guy, right?" It's embarrassing, but you feel a bit of need to emphasize it to him, so pinch ahold of the sides of your skirt and lift it, showing off the not exactly huge but still easily noticeable bulge in the front of your red side-tie panties. "I'm not some cute teenage girl, the outfits are just a hook for the band."\n\n"Oh, I'm fully aware," the owner chuckles, letting out a cloud of smoke as he does, the light catching on those yellow sunglasses making him look positively draconic for a moment. "I couldn't care less. I like fucking pretty things, and you, little <i>Erica</i>, are quite the catch." He pushes back some from his desk, which is essentially just a sheet of glass on four cylinders, and leans back in his chair, using the sausage-like fingers of one hand to open his fly and brazenly fish out his cock. Your eyes widen... it's, well, big, mostly in the same ways he is... broad and thick. He strokes the half-hard length as he looks at you, puffing on his cigar, apparently reveling in your shock.\n\n"W-what makes you think I'd go for that?!" you splutter, quickly dropping your skirt and taking a step back.\n\n"Simple. Like I said, I'll guarantee your band work whenever they want it. Better pay than the crap you're getting now, too. And as mentioned, you'll get a little something-something extra, for taking this something-something extra." He chuckles again as he continues stroking his cock, which has only gotten longer and fatter as it's hardened. "Depending on how good of a job you do, the benefits can <i>always</i> increase. Or, of course, you can get all huffy and march out of here, and I'll blacklist you from every single one of my clubs. And once other clubs hear that you're blacklisted somewhere else, well, they tend to think better safe than sorry and just go ahead and do the same. You'd be lucky to get a job playing Waffle House and singing 'What's New Pussycat' twenty times in a row."\n\nLooking practically drunk on his own power, the owner rests his hand back on the desk, letting his cock jut up from below his broad belly on its own now. "So, what will it be? You gonna come over here and wrap those pretty red lips around my prick, or are you going to walk out of here?"\n\n<hr>\n[[This <i>does</i> sound like a pretty good deal. ... For a lot of reasons.|CC7x1]]\n\n[[To keep everyone else from suffering, you'll have to do it.|CC3x7]]\n\n[[No way in hell and he needs a piece of your mind.|CC]]\n\n[[Just turn and walk out without a word.|CC]]

You worry your lower lip as you hesitate over it, but finally realize that you have no choice. Even if you were willing to tank your own chances at succeeding as a singer, you can't just get the rest of the guys blacklisted. Shifting nervously, you finally give a small nod. "F-fine. I'll do it."\n\n"Then get over here and do it. On your knees, slut," the owner grunts, pushing further back from the desk and turning his chair to the side.\n\nWincing a little, you nevertheless step around the desk and between his spread legs before kneeling down on your stocking-clad knees as ordered. Uncertainly you rest your hands on his thighs, unable to help staring at the long, fat cock jutting up in front of your face now. God that's so unfair, how come a guy like this gets one so much bigger than yours? Trying not to make a face, you lean in and open your mouth, flicking your tongue against it just a little bit. At his vaguely chastising grunt, you force yourself to press your tongue more fully against the shaft and drag it up slowly, unable to help glancing up at his smirking face as you do, trying not to think too hard about the taste of another man's cock spreading through your mouth.\n\nYou continue licking over it, and at his grunted directions move your head to suck at it here and there. After a few minutes he grunts and slides his hands down, pulling his balls over his fly to lift them out, then resting his hand on your head to urge you downward, making you rub your face against them in between sucking and licking, the lipstick smears you've left in your wake serving as a helpful reminder that you're in a girl's position, being manipulated into getting on your knees and sucking cock for a powerful man. Of course that's even more obvious once he urges you back up and stuffs his cock into your mouth, forcing you to open wide to get the fat thing in.\n\nEvery time your painted lips slide a bit further down on his prick, which presses all over your tongue and leaves smears of pre over it and your cheeks, he seems less interested in letting you go at your own pace. His hand keeps pushing you down even more, and more firmly, making you gag as it nudges the back of your throat. But once he finally pushes you down enough that your throat is forced to bulge around it, he gives up any last hints of subtlety. Setting his cigar in the ash tray, he grabs your head with both hands and starts shoving it up and down, now just blatantly using your mouth and throat as his sex toy as you squirm and twist on the floor in front of him, your skirt swishing with the reflexive jerks of your hips.\n\n"Mmf-mmf-mmf-mmf-mmf!" Every one of his thrusts causes you to give a muffled noise of somewhere between protest and just reflexive outcry of having a cock stuffed down it. But he apparently won't be content until he's forced you all the way down, and eventually does, your chin pressing against his balls and your nose rubbing in his obviously professionally-groomed pubes as he grinds your face into his crotch. Then he resumes bucking his hips lightly, more holding your head in place now, leaving you barely able to breathe and mascara stains sliding down your cheeks with your eyes reflexively watering as you give lower, more guttural noises with his deeper facefucking. "Hgk-gk-gk-gk-gk!"\n\nFinally he shoves you all the way down, leaving you squirming and twisting again, reflexively shoving against his thighs for all the good it does you as you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your throat, feeling heat spreading deep down your throat. Then he's hauling you back and filling your throat and then your mouth with his load, forcing you to swallow hastily before sputtering and gasping, cum running down your chin as you look up at his smirk with watery eyes.\n\n"Not bad for a start, slut. You've got a nice mouth-pussy. Now, bend over the desk... got another one of your holes to break in."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|CC3x8]]\n\n[[Plead for alternatives.|CC]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CC]]

Shampoo's eyes widen further. "What... what Spatula Girl mean?!"\n\n"It's simple, I've got another Strongman Okonomiyaki all cooked up and ready for ya," you coo, resting one hand around the base of your prick and starting to stroke the shaft with the other, urging it to hardness as Shampoo winds up staring at it. "And I'm gonna give it to you, and you're gonna eat it, and get a big, fat, long, hard horsecock too, juuust like this one."\n\n"Why... would Shampoo do that...?" the Chinese girl murmurs, though you can see her face starting to become steadily more flushed, nipples stiffening under the silk of her dress.\n\n"Because you love being strong, and you'd jump at the chance to be stronger," you reply, smirking. "You and me, we're really the strongest of Ranchan's fiancees. That's how I knew that you'd want this... the strength, the power. And now that you've seen it... you want this dick." You use your hand to give your thick equine prick a shake, watching Shampoo's eyes follow it and her body shiver as you do. "You either want it in you, or you want one of your own. So I'm gonna give you one of your own, and then you and me, we're not going to be enemies anymore... we're gonna be partners."\n\n"... Partners?" Shampoo gives her head a quick shake, managing to look dubious, though she's having a hard time keeping her suspicious look on your face and not looking back down at your dick. "We become partners and do what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck each other.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Fuck your rivals.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Fuck Ranma.|Ukyo1x7]]

"Think about it, of all the girls after Ranchan, the two of us were always th' ones willing to take him as-is," you continue, easing over to put an arm around Shampoo's shoulders as she listens to you, obviously still a bit dubious. "Never demanding he get cured first, not beating the crap out of him every time he actually shows interest in us, and not tryin'a drug him! ... Okay usually," you add with a roll of the eyes and a shrug. Then you lightly poke Shampoo's boobs for emphasis as you continue. "And we're the ones who actually feed him cooking with no ulterior motive, we're the ones who take him in when Akane kicks him out, and whatta we get for all our efforts? Pussy-teased, that's what!"\n\nShampoo is looking less dubious and more agreeable by the moment as you continue. "Do we ever actually get to fool around with him? Or even so much as a thank-you grope? No! It's been years of him eating our food and bouncing off like we're not even women! Well, I say, if he wasn't interested in us as women... that little redheaded bitch can take our cocks instead!"\n\nSlowly, the Chinese girl reaches over and rests a hand on your jutting horseprick, making you shiver delightedly as she starts stroking it gently, a wide smirk growing on her face. "Shampoo want to hear what Ukyo has in mind."\n\nThe next day, you watch with a smirk as Ranma trots up outside your restaurant and makes his way to the door, quickly tapering it down to a normal-seeming grin. The black-haired boy pushes the door and steps inside, already starting to call a greeting, only to yelp as a bucket of water comes tumbling down on her. "Cold!"\n\n"Oh, gosh, Ranchan, I'm so sorry," you coo in forced sympathy. "We've had prankers hanging around lately, they must have slipped in and done that when I wasn't paying attention."\n\n"Just figures," Ranma huffs as she pulls the bucket off her head and tosses it negligently aside onto your nice clean floors, damp silk shirt clinging to her jiggling tits as she trots forward a bit. She pauses though as she sees you. "Uh, hey, what's with the outfit, Ucchan?"\n\nA compliment would have been nice, but after all half the reason you've decided on this is that you almost never get them unless it's by accident. Still, you smile brightly and strike a little pose, showing off the gold-embroidered blue Chinese dress that's tied up the sides. Of course, one of the real reasons you're wearing it is that it's been specially made to conceal what you can feel hot and lightly throbbing against your belly. "You like it? My new besty made it for me!"\n\n"New besty?" Ranma blinks again... then looks startled as Shampoo saunters out of the back area, wearing a matching purple-and-gold qipao. "Uh, Shampoo? You and Ukyo are-"\n\n"Mhm!" Shampoo beams brightly as she makes her way up to you, both of you sauntering a bit closer to Ranma. "Shampoo and Ukyo decide no more fighting! We both find something we totally agree on!"\n\n"Uh, that's nice. Hey, y'know, I just remembered this challenge I've gotta answer, gotta go!" Ranma blurts, clearly mildly terrified at the prospect of the two of you actually getting along, the redhead starting to turn towards the door.\n\nYou and Shampoo both immediately spring forward, Ranma yelping in surprise and starting to struggle... and clearly looking surprised at the fact that she might as well be back under the 'complete lack of strength' curse for all the good it does her. Working together, the two of you are able to strip her out of her shirt, pants, and boxers, the redhead squawking in outrage and confusion as her body is bared. Then she's shoved down to her knees, tits bouncing heavily with the impact, you and Shampoo keeping a foot on the back of each calf and holding her arms up and extended with one hand each to keep her in position. "Hey!" she protests, still struggling as she realizes she's pinned, not really doing much but shaking her boobs provocatively. "What the hell?!"\n\n"Y'know, Ranma, we got real tired of you never giving us the dick," you announce, smirking down at the helpless redhead.\n\n"Mhm, Shampoo give husband maaany opportunities to give Shampoo a good fuck," your partner coos. "But if you not willing to give Ukyo and Shampoo a good dicking..."\n\nYou and Shampoo's eyes meet, exchanging a smirk, before both of you simultaneously use your free hand to grip your dresses and yank them away. The horsecocks that had been pinned against your bellies and hidden by the cut of the dresses immediately drop down, falling right across the stunned Ranma's face with heavy slapping noises.\n\n"Then Ukyo and Shampoo will just have to give you a good dicking," you complete, the Amazon giggling and shaking her hips a bit to move her cock against Ranma's face.\n\n"W-wha?! What the... what the heck?!" Ranma whimpers, clearly confused and a bit frightened by this situation.\n\n"Don't worry, sugar, you'll love it," you practically purr as you reach down to grip the base of your cock and start rubbing it against the redhead's face, Shampoo doing much the same. The two of you make soft cooing and teasing noises as you press your dicks against the squirming, wriggling, helpless redhead's face and hair, both of you letting out a laugh as you move in close and press your large ballsacks against the sides of her head as she whimpers, letting your shafts rub together as you do. Little thwaps and smacks are added in amongst comments of how much bigger the two of you are than Ranma ever was as a man. You're not entirely sure whether it's something about the treatment, or if perhaps the look and smell of such powerful, virile dicks somehow bypass Ranma's own preferences and yank some deep lust out of his now female brain, but you notice as the redhead's nipples stiffen, and her face flushes, her squirming gradually lessening as her lips part and she winds up panting and shivering. Once you notice her tongue poke out a bit, apparently unconsciously, you announce, "Okay, she's ready."\n\n"Wha?" Ranma lets out a particularly feminine yelp as she's suddenly hauled up and shoved over to a table, Shampoo forcing her to bend over it and holding her there, the redhead's tits pillowed against the smooth surface. "H-hey, what're ya doin' now?!"\n\n"Oh me and Shamps here have it all planned out," you explain as you take just a moment to enjoy the sight of your fiancee-turned-victim bent over the table, her cute ass shaking in the air and pussy glistening between her thighs. You stroke your horsecock with one hand and knead one of your tits with the other, luxuriating in a few more moments of anticipation before stepping forward. "From now on you're going to be our bitch, our slave, our fuckpet, and we'll share you fifty-fifty, no hogging. But obviously we've gotta break you first, make sure you've got no more illusions of ever being treated like a man, or for that matter a person, ever again. And I..." you continue, smirking as you press the flared head of your prick up between her asscheeks and right against that tight little pucker. "Get to go first. On account of I've been your fiancee longest."\n\n"It fair enough," Shampoo declares philosophically as a drop of pre dribbles from the tip of her own equine dick.\n\n"Wait! No way, Ucchaaaaagggnglk!" Ranma grits her teeth, eyes rolling and drool already starting to dribble down her chin as you shove your cock deep into her ass into a single thrust. Not bothering to hold back, you begin thrusting hard, driving inches more in with every thrust, until you're deep-dicking the captive redhead as she writhes and grunts and gurgles with the sensation overload, her toes pressing against the floor and unconsciously lifting her ass up and back towards your thrusts.\n\n"How's that, huh, slut?" you demand with a sneer as you grab Ranma's pigtail and yank back on it, making her shduder even more. You deliver a good hard slap to her ass in between thrusts, making her body jerk and her ass squeeze around the thick horsecock stretching it taut. "Yeah, you like that don't you? All that time going around bragging what a real man you were and you wouldn't even use your dick, and now you're bent over a table with a fat cock up your ass and big balls slapping your pussy? Yeah, you're a real man aren't you, you stupid slut?" you snort, delivering a few more good slaps to her jiggling, slightly pinked ass and making her writhe harder against the table.\n\nEventually after venting a bit more of your built-up resentment via words and some more spanking, you thrust forward, letting out a long, whinny-like moan as you start pumping thick spurts of cum deep into Ranma's ass. The redhead gurgles, her eyes rolling again as she twitches and shivers, her flat belly swelling just a little with the size of the load you're emptying into her. Of course not all of it stays in once you pull out, your still mostly-hard dick slipping out amidst a rain of cum that splatters all over the floor, her gaping, completely cream-smeared ass dribbling more of it out over her drenched, still virgin pussy. Moving around to the opposite side of the redhead, you take over pinning her arms against her back so that Shampoo can move around behind her instead. The Chinese futa slaps her meaty, equinoid prick against Ranma's pinked asscheeks a few times, before pushing into her already broken-in hole in one smooth, hard thrust, Ranma arching and giving a soft wail as she's once more filled with thick, throbbing, flair-headed prick.\n\n"Mmm, Shampoo try so hard to be good little sweet woman for husband," Shampoo sneers, delivering a spank of her own to Ranma's impact-pinked ass and again making her jerk in place, and from the soft little 'mm!' Shampoo gives, making her ass squeeze again. "And get nothing but humiliated for it. Well now husband is going to be slave-wife instead, and will learn to be a good pet for Shampoo! And Ukyo," she adds as an afterthought, flashing you a grin.\n\nSnickering, you lean forward to catch one of Shampoo's nipples in your mouth, suckling at it as she fucks your fiancee-turned-victim. You deliver a few licks to her big, jiggling breast before moving up to kiss her, displaying sweet affection for your former rival as she helps you break your former beloved with a good, rough assfucking. After some time she too gives a whinny-moan and shoves forward, and you get to watch the face Ranma makes as she has her ass filled with a proper equine load... and, you're fairly certain, cums from it. Of course, once Shampoo's pulled out, she moves to take over holding Ranma down, and you move to shove back into the redhead's formerly tight little ass, resuming your own litany of spankings and verbal chastisement.\n\nBy the time the two of you's cocks are sliding into Ranma's ass with almost no resistance, you're not even having to hold her down anymore. She just lays there flopped against the table, eyes rolled and tongue lolled out, making slutty-sounding little gasps and moans as you and Shampoo take turns fucking her. Which leaves whoever's not currently doing the fucking free to fondle the other's bouncing tits or hotdog her ass, or both. Still, it's become clear you've succeeded in pretty much completely breaking Ranma's spirit, so finally the two of you step back, Shampoo moving over to the counter to retrieve a pair of vials that she uncorks and brings back. You accept one, then both of you take a moment to admire the view of Ranma bent over the table, quivering and twitching, her ass gaping wide open with cum pooled in the lower half of it and constantly dribbling down over her pussy and legs. Then you clink your vial with Shampoo's, calling "Cheers!" before the two of you drink.\n\nThough even your equine-enhanced stamina had begun to flag, almost instantly after downing the concoction your prick surges back to full hardness... and then some, making you give a huffing, slightly animal moan as it surges up even thicker and longer than before. You can feel your balls growing heavier too, practically churning as you walk towards Ranma purposefully, you and Shampoo hefting her unresisting form up. You lay on your back on the floor, helping Shampoo lay Ranma down on you, the redhead's large tits pressing against yours as you wrap your arms around her to pin hers... more for the sense of power than that you expect any real resistance from her at this point.\n\n"W-wha...?" Ranma clearly struggles a bit to think as she's pulled into such a position. "What... are you doin' now?" she asks weakly.\n\n"The final part of the plan, of course," you chirp, mmming softly as you feel Shampoo rubbing her cock against yours, then pressing them both tightly together. "See, the last thing to do is obviously to knock you up... it's why Shampoo and I both took a special Chinese fertility potion she'd had sitting around hoping to give to you, when you were still a man. But to insure absolute fairness for both of us having the most chance to knock you up... well, it's obvious, ain't it?"\n\nRanma continues to look confused... until realization dawns, her eyes going wide. She looks to be rallying enough willpower to at least protest when Shampoo pulls her back, forcing her pussy against both her cockhead and yours. The redhead's mouth opens wide in an attempt to cry out as the Amazon's strength forces her back, her virgin cunt forced to slowly, gradually spread around two immense equine pricks, but all that comes out is a gurgling noise as her eyes roll and her tongue juts out as the flared heads pop inside her. You moan as well at feeling your cock forced against Shampoo's as inch by inch, both of them slide inside the tight confines of your pet's pussy. Like two horny boys using an onahole at once, you and Shampoo slide deeper and deeper in, Ranma's hot, sodden little hole forced to accommodate every bit of you... after this, it's obvious her pussy will be absolutely useless for anyone who's <i>not</i> literally hung like a horse, but then that's not a problem for you. Instead you start bucking your hips up into her as Shampoo starts thrusting, the Amazon able to use slightly longer strokes than you are... not that you mind, since it just means more stimulation from her cock rubbing against yours.\n\nBy the time both of you whinny and thrust into her, filling her with two loads almost as big as all the others combined, Ranma's eyes have gone glassy and her lips have curled up in a brainless, idiot smile of pleasure, her body trembling eagerly as she's knocked up, her belly already swelling in imitation of the pregnancy to come.\n\n"Shamps, this's th' beginnin' of a beautiful friendship," you coo, smiling up at your partner as the two of you's impregnated pet writhes between the press of your tits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Ukyo1xEnd]]

You smirk as you flex one arm, and give your hips a shimmy to make your new immense prick shake around in front of you, balls wobbling below the base of the shaft. Oh yeah... you've got a challenge letter to write.\n\nThe next day you're standing in the distant forest clearing where you set the challenge up. It's got everything you need... trees, a stream nearby, a couple of good hiding places, and a large, somewhat flat waist-high boulder that will be useful. You're just wearing your chestwraps, having dispensed with the usual shirt, and have donned a pair of particularly baggy pants that mostly hide the monster dangling down one of your legs. You also chose a jaunty scarf to tie around your head to hide your changed ears, though it's not far enough out of your usual fashion sense to draw attention, you figure.\n\nYou grin to yourself. Shampoo may not be as mad for challenges as Ranchan, but her Amazon honor will still demand she answer, so she should be here soon. You've spent the last day testing your boosted body, and you're confident that she'd essentially be yours to toy with in any real fight. Your plan is to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-trick her and take her out of the running.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-defeat her in a straight-up fight.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-demonstrate your overwhelming strength.|Ukyo1x5]]\n\n[[-put her in her place.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-destroy her.|Ukyo]]

Yeah, that's the plan, you think as your grin grows even larger. You're going to show Shampoo just how outclassed she is now. When you're done, there will be no question she'll do exactly as you say.\n\nA few minutes later, there's a rustle in the trees just before Shampoo drops into the clearing. She's wearing a long-sleeved pink Chinese dress that comes down to just below her hips, and seems to have decided that's plenty, leaving her curvaceous legs bare as she saunters towards you, an annoyed look on her adorable face. She stops and flicks a hand through her thick purple hair. "Spatula Girl actually challenging Shampoo directly? Not even show up with big griddle arena and bunch of bombs? Is Spatula Girl trying to waste Shampoo's time?"\n\n"Oh, we don't have to fight, sugar," you scoff. "Though this is a challenge. Here, I challenge you to pick up that boulder," you say, pointing at the large rock close to you.\n\nShampoo squints at you. "Shampoo no get it. What Spatula Girl trying to prove? Spatula Girl not saying she can lift rock Shampoo can't, that-"\n\n"Just give it a try, what harm could it do?" you answer breezily.\n\nStill eyeing you suspiciously, Shampoo makes her way over to the large boulder, then bends over to find a handhold. You step back, subtly admiring the sleek curve of her thighs and the slight flash of pale purple panties as she moves. Her arms and legs go taut as she tries to lift the rock, but fails utterly. Grumbling a little, she shifts to one side, trying a different handhold, and heaving with her entire body. This time there's the tiniest of shifts in the stone's position, but no more than that despite several more all-in yanks by Shampoo. Panting, her large breasts heaving under the silk, the Amazon straightens up. "Fine, Shampoo cannot lift rock, what that prove?"\n\nSmirking, you step forward and dig your fingers into depressions in the rock. Obviously not trying too hard and with the slightest tensing of your muscles, you haul it free of the ground, the other two-thirds of the huge rock sliding out of the earth and trailing dirt, part of the new gaping hole in the ground collapsing inward. You turn and toss the rock over the trees and out of sight, before turning to Shampoo, who's staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.\n\n"Is trick!" she declares after a moment, pointing at you accusingly.\n\n"If you think so, let's try another challenge," you answer cheerfully, fully having expected that. "Pick out a tree, any tree you want, and hit it as hard as you like. Do your best to knock it down."\n\nThe purple-haired girl eyes you, then looks around at the trees. You deliberately picked an area full of old, thick-trunked ones, but after walking around and looking at them carefully, she finally comes to a stop in front of one. She carefully takes a stance, prepares her strike, and snaps fist forward, driving it into the trunk. The wood buckles, a good sizeable chunk splintering and smashing, and Shampoo steps aside as it slowly cracks, creaks, groans, and eventually falls over.\n\n"Okay, now pick out a tree for me to hit. Again, any one you like."\n\nThat just seems to make her more suspicious, but again she goes walking around. She comes to a stop in front of one that, you note happily, is noticeably thicker than the one she picked out, and points at it. "Spatula Girl hit this one, then." She smirks a little. "Shampoo will even be nice and bandage broken hand."\n\nYou smirk back as you walk over, letting her step back into the clearing to watch. Then you drive back and swing your arm forward in a slashing motion, striking with the side of your forearm as much as your hand. Your blow doesn't even smash into the wood so much as almost cut through, splinters and debris flying forward ahead of your strike. You hop over as the tree immediately tilts, crashing down to the ground atop Shampoo's downed tree within seconds.\n\nThis time when you turn back to her, the Chinese girl has gone pale, her legs actually trembling a little... hell, she looks on the verge of pissing herself as you walk back over towards her. "H-how-" she croaks, before swallowing and getting a bit of a handle on her voice. "How Spatula Girl get so strong?"\n\n"I got ahold of this very interesting cookbook," you answer breezily, reaching up to untie the scarf and let your ears spring free, then pushing down the front of your pants and fiishing out your cock to let it flop down. Shampoo's eyes widen further as she takes in the mostly-limp equine prick as you give it a few strokes, pudding-like flesh shaking. "Basically all the strength of a horse multiplying my own. And this big thing right here. And now-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you're gonna suck it."|Ukyo]]\n\n[["-you're gonna have one too."|Ukyo1x6]]

Despite the odd ingredient, the Strong Man's Okonomiyaki seems like it has a lot of potential... and won't break your bank or completely coopt your time for something that sounds like a long shot at best. Hanging up the 'Closed' sign, you head out to a reliable butcher's shop you patron who's famous for having darn near anything whenever you want it.\n\nYou keep the restaurant closed when you return, wanting to focus on the recipe. After marinating the meat as per the instructions and assembling all the other ingredients, you start cooking, laying the ingredients down bit by bit, since the structure of the process seems to be very important. But eventually you have it completed and slide it onto one of the plates that fits into a delivery box. There! You smile as you lean in, inhaling. It actually smells fantastic and might be one of your best okonomiyaki yet!\n\nNow, the question is, take it to Ranchan, or eat it yourself? You have to admit you wouldn't really mind eating it yourself at this point... all questions of a powerup aside, it looks delicious. You almost snag some chopsticks when you realize, you haven't tested it yet. What if you made it wrong? You don't think you did, but it is the first time you've ever made something like this. Plus what if it has some sort of weird side effect it doesn't mention in the book? Maybe you should find a test subject first.\n\n<hr>\n[[Feed it to Ranchan.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Eat it yourself.|Ukyo1x3]]\n\n[[Find a test subject.|Ukyo]]

Let's be honest, for a good portion of the time you were making this thing, you were picturing the look on Shampoo's face when you picked her up like she weighed nothing and tossed her back to China. ... Okay, it might not make you <i>that</i> strong, but if you could even finally win at armwrestling with the monstrously powerful Amazon, you'd call that a win. You settle down at one of the tables with the plate and start eating, a few quick, measured bites at first, but it's so strangely delicious that you soon find yourself scarfing it down with a speed and eagerness that would rival Ranchan.\n\nYou finish it off and sit back, satisfied that at least if nothing else, you've discovered a really delicious new okonomiyaki recipe, slightly odd meat choice aside. Then you feel a strange twitching running up your arms and legs, then spreading into your neck and belly and chest, making you jerk to your feet and sending the chair toppling backwards to clatter on the floor. You groan as your muscles continue to twitch, bulging just slightly as they grow denser, more layered, more powerful, your legs growing a bit thicker, your arms taking on obvious muscle tone. You yank open your top, staring down as your flat stomach flexes and tightens, abs taking on definition and becoming a cut six-pack, even as you can feel your ass growing both rounder and more taut.\n\nThen you cry out as a new sensation overtakes all the rest. There's a strange tense, stretching sensation in your ears... but more than that, in your crotch, the feelings much more intense there as the tight spandex hugging against the falt surface begins to bulge out with a new shape. It stretches further and further as a large shaft and plump sack begin to push their way out, pulling the waistband away from your skin as it gets bigger and bigger with every moment. Finally it overcomes the ability of your tights to stretch and the fabric tears, the thick, flare-headed shaft springing completely free and jutting out in front of you, heavy balls dropping to sway between your thighs.\n\nPanting and gasping, but unable to resist the powerful instinct now gripping you, you grab the massive horsecock protruding from your crotch with both hands, pumping it wildly and thrusting your hips against it, moaning eagerly as you fuck into your frantic stroking. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out as pleasure like you've never known surges through your new throbbing prick and into the rest of your body, sending ecstasy zinging through your blood with every beat of your now more powerful heart. Completely without shame or inhibition, you start putting your entire back into your thrusts, your movements gradually dislodging the wrapping around your breasts and sending them spilling free, bouncing and jiggling as you jerk off.\n\nSuddenly your cock surges in your hands, and you let out a long, whinny-like cry as it starts shooting long, voluminous gushes of cum forward, spattering over the table, empty plate, and floor as you cum so hard you almost white out. You continue to shudder and twitch, jerking your hips a bit as you keep spurting jizz, your eyes almost entirely rolled up in your head and your tongue dripping spittle down your chin.\n\nEventually you come back to yourself, still panting and gasping for breath, your eyes readjusting, then staring down at the still mostly-hard horsecock in your hands, just a bit of limpness having set in and letting it wobble slightly with your movements. You... have a dick! A very, thoroughly equine dick! Recalling something else, you bring your hands up to the sides of your head, feeling at your ears... they definitely have a somewhat more horselike shape, though more backswept... you probably look like an elf or something. You've been changed, altered! Sure you have powerful muscles, and you can tell just from a few flexes and the way you feel that you're ridiculously stronger. Still, you have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[... find a way to change back!|Ukyo]]\n\n[[... set up a meeting with Shampoo.|Ukyo1x4]]

You've got to admit, in large part you're just really curious about this cookbook anyway. Cooking is sort of your life, and you're pretty certain you saw some okonomiyaki recipes in there, oddly enough.\n\nFlipping the pair of cooking ones onto a plate and covering them, you go to retrieve the little cookbook and flip through it. Convenient how it's in Japanese despite being a Chinese product, huh? You start flipping through it, trying to get a general idea of what might be in it that's useful.\n\nYou spot the [[Strong Man's Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x2]]. It promises a huge boost to the eater's strength, speed, and stamina, as well as other "yang-boosting benefits". Hm, with the promise of you being able to make him powerups like that, you just might be able to lure Ranchan over to your side! Or you guess you could eat it yourself and get a leg up over the other girls... being stronger than Shampoo for once would be pretty great! You notice that the recipe calls for horsemeat, which is a little weird, but eh.\n\nThe next recipe over is the [[Mother's Milk Okonomiyaki|Ukyo]]. Apparently it promises boosts to "femininity and all that goes with a mother's role". You're not sure what the exact details of that would be, but you admit to nagging worries that maybe the reason Ranchan's never been completely lured by your feminine wiles is that they're not feminine enough. Maybe with this you'd finally be able to lure him in!\n\nHm, there's something it calls the [[Seductive Swirl Okonomiyaki|Ukyo]]. Apparently the ingredients are a focus on aroma and you need to lay down a very precise pattern in a very particular sauce on top of it to make it work, but whoever eats it will become hopelessly enamored of the one who cooked it! That sounds perfect! ... Maybe a little too perfect.\n\nHm. There is a similar thread in the [[True Friendship Cookies|Ukyo]]. Admittedly baking is venturing a little more outside of your comfort zone but not too far out of it, you're sure you could make cookies. Your rivalry with Akane has certainly gone smoother than your rivalry with Shampoo, you suppose in part because you can be friendly with each other. What if you made some or all of your rivals <i>best</i> friends with you? Heck, they might just give up and let you have Ranchan!\n\nThe last recipe in the book is for something it calls the [[Three Wish Muffins|Ukyo2x1]]. The recipe is incredibly complex and uses a ton of really rare and expensive ingredients, and only makes three muffins... but apparently each of those muffins entitles you to a very literal wish! It would probably take you a solid month and near-empty your bank account, but just imagine, being able to have wishes granted!

"I guess that's all I can really think of to ask," you finally say.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Proceeding to next generated step in Ambassador program, securing cooperation of individual.</div>\n\n"... You mean actually asking me to help you."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Since you cannot be directly commanded to assist us without compromising your individuality, and your individuality has been deemed vital to this experiment, you must make the decision to assist us voluntarily.</div>\n\nYou frown at her. "Why would I do that?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Several reasons. The first is that lacking memories, you lack any particular learned loyalties or commitments to social structures or organizations currently existing in individualistic society. While you are an individual and react as such, you are not part of 'individualistic collectives' and could thus choose to instead join our Collective of your own free will.</div>\n\n"What, that's it?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">That is the primary goal. If you do not we will simply delete your personality engram and wait for another drone to be randomly selected as an Ambassador to attempt the experiment again.</div>\n\n"Uh. That sounds more like a threat..."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">We do not perceive it as such. The loss of an individual is incomprehensible to us as a threat. Thus your presence.</div>\n\n"Oh. Right."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If you judge it to be necessary, you could be given a brief connection to the Collective to experience what it is like to be part of it without being stripped of your individuality. If experiencing being a member of the Collective and retaining the memory of such would be beneficial to your decision making process.</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, alright.|TrekF1x6]]\n\n[[Pass.|TrekF]]

You blink, suddenly finding yourself in a blank white expanse. You look around, confused... you were just... somewhere else. Something else? Looking down at yourself you find a slender, completely smooth but apparently flesh and blood body, lacking any and all sex characteristics.\n\n"Where am I?!" you call in a bit of alarm. "Who am I?!"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You are a human.</div>\n\nAbruptly standing in front of you is a woman made out of black rubber. She looks vaguely like some sort of sex doll, with large, idealized breasts, an hourglass figure with tiny waist and broad hips, luscious legs that nevertheless end in bootlike feet, and a face molded in the shape of a beautiful woman's, but all in a single color. Her eyes blink, once, though it's an odd look considering they're all made up of the same black rubber. She sashays back and forth in front of you slowly, her body squeaking softly but also jiggling heavily, as if the rubber making her up were a simultaneously firm and stiff and yet bouncy and loose.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The rest of your identity is irrelevant, and irretrievable in any event. Your memories and personal identity have been discarded as irrelevant to the RubBorg Collective. Your core identity and personality have been restored from flash backups.</div>\n\n"... Oh." You shudder a little. That answer is both terrifying and... not. Since you can't remember what you've lost, you're not sure how to feel about losing it... a feeling that, on its own, makes you terrified about not being terrified. "Why... why would you do that?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Through random happenstance you have been selected out of several million drones to make an attempt at an ambassador. A figure to assist our attempts to assimilate other species and cultures with minimal damage to stock and infrastructure. As such you will be allowed to explore this position by asking questions and receiving answers rather than a direct download, in an attempt to properly prepare you for your role.</div>\n\n(The following are not branch passages, feel free to click on them and come back, click "That's it" when ready to continue.)\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

Eventually, having gone through another number of bizarre and pleasurable forms, you slump back and gradually allow your body to resume its slender, neuter 'default'. There's a faint tingle as a green wave passes over you, cleaning off the accumulated cum and milk from your efforts.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Mental and physical scans indicate a return to resting state.</div>\n\n"Ah... yeah." You sit up and swing your legs around, hopping down off the table and glancing upward, though the voice of the Collective is speaking directly inside you. "Sorry, guess I had to get over the feeling of being exposed to the pleasure of the Collective, and suddenly being able to do... all that. How long did I keep you waiting?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Four months, two weeks, three days, nineteen hours, fifty-seven minutes.</div>\n\n"Oh." You blink. "Uh. Sorry."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Irrelevant. This project was not deemed time-sensitive.</div>\n\n"Well that's good, I guess. What is this body, though?" \n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">An experimental one composed of a new variety of RubBorg nanites. Though they are composed of the same ultrarubber that all RubBorg nanites are, they have been specially programmed and designed to form a body designed for infiltration. Thus rather than a solid mass as they are usually composed of, they will group together into the shape of organs, and even emit the appropriate biosigns for each individual organ. Even when outside the body they will correspond to such a configuration until told not to do so, making you immune to the 'blood test' used to check for certain species, at least on cursory examination. It was judged that in this way you could interact with other species as one of their own, as it was judged there would be a high probability of needing to do so.</div>\n\nYou feel yourself drawn to one section of the lab, where you find a setup that at least looks like it was intended for a more typical human's use, since it involves a chair in front of a desklike structure. You sit down and a number of green-tinted holoscreens spring up around you. "It will be good to get to work bringing others into the Collective. I think I already have some suggestions."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Elaborate.</div>\n\n"First of all, being exposed to the Collective briefly, and then continuing to be aware of it even if not experiencing it directly, is a highly transformative experience. I don't think it would even be possible for someone to not want to be helpful after they feel it. I think making use of this technique more would be invaluable."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Untenable. While your generalized awareness of the Collective while retaining your individuality is less resource-intensive than originally believed, there are trillions of RubBorg drones and many more assimilatable creatures in the universe. As well, it does not produce proper assimilation.</div>\n\n"No, I'm not saying we should make it the standard for every drone that already exists or every new one. But I am saying that it's a way to get people to want to be part of the Collective, like I do now. How many individuals would you say you could hook up to experience the Collective while still retaining their individuality?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If it were a full experience such as the one you had for 2.928 seconds, perhaps 10,000. As a background process such as the one you currently experience, perhaps a billion, for a limited amount of time.</div>\n\n"That's definitely enough to work with. Now, the first thing we need to tackle is one of the main reasons people will resist assimilation."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Query, what is this reason?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[They don't trust the RubBorg.|TrekF1x8]]\n\n[[They don't know how good it feels.|TrekF]]\n\n[[They don't have the right incentives.|TrekF]]\n\n[[It's not enticing enough.|TrekF]]

"Uh... I guess?" you reply.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Very well. Beginning multiprocessing thread.</div>\n\nYou wait for a second... then gasp, your back arching and eyes going wide as you experience the overwhelming lewdness of the RubBorg Collective running through your mind. Billions of drones constantly fucking machines, each other, individuals, those individuals' pleasure being added to the mix as they become one with the Collective. A constant orgy spread across the galaxy and ever-expanding through it, lacking all hate and jealousy and shame, knowing only constant pleasure and growth.\n\nYour eyes roll up and your tongue pokes out as you experience tens of thousands of orgasms every second, thundering through your sexless body with nowhere to go. After several moments the sensation of it recedes, and you gasp, dropping to your hands and knees in front of the Collective's avatar.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Your connection to the Collective has been dropped to a background process. The background process has been discovered to require much less processing power than originally believed. You should still be aware of the Collective in the background without actually experiencing it.</div>\n\n"Yes," you gasp out, shuddering again. You wish you had tits to fondle, a dick to stroke, holes to finger, and have to settle for sucking on two of your fingers as you moan. "Yes, I... I'm not feeling everything they feel, but... but I'm <i>aware</i> of them, oh yes, all of them out there, fucking, fucking without end, mmmmf."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Do you wish to aid the Collective, then?</div>\n\n"Of course!" you gasp out, leaping to your feet and moving forward, grabbing the avatar's big rubber tits with both hands and beginning to knead them. "Of course, I'll do anything! Everyone needs to experience this, everyone needs to <i>know</i>!"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Agreeable.</div>\n\nThere's no change in tone... or rather, the lack of it... from the consciousness in your head, even as you shove two fingers into the avatar's rubber pussy and begin pumping them wildly. Instead you find your body going rigid, and then the white of the expanse around you overwhelming everything. When the glare fades, you're laying on a black metal table in a green and black room, the air moist and the area around you filled with odd, angular machines. You look down at the same sexless body you saw in the white expanse... but at your still wildly lustful thoughts, your chest begins to grow and expand, your crotch bulging and exuding an immense cock. Groaning eagerly, you wrap a hand around your still expanding prick and start kneading one of your tits, thrusting your hips to work yourself against your fingers as your cock gushes pre, the squeezes of your breast causing your long, thick, stiff nipple to spurt milk into the air.\n\nYou cum almost instantly, long streamers and splashes of thick white flying through the air to rain back down over your now curvaceous thighs and enormous tits twice the size of your head. You shove two fingers inside one of your nipples, not caring that something tells you that should be impossible, finger-fucking it as you begin growing a second cock, jutting out from beneath the first one but wobbling at a half-hard state. This allows you to reach down and grab it, curling it under your two sets of hefty balls and shoving it in your pussy, working it deep into yourself before grabbing the original shaft and starting to jerk yourself off again, this time feeling your own hot, tight, eager cunt squeeze and suck around your other prick in reaction to the pleasure of jerking yourself off. Your next load is easily three or four times bigger than the last, almost enough to completely cover your beanbag chair sized boobs, as well as bulging your belly out from the load being pumped into it by your own curved-inward cock.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|TrekF1x7]]

"Hold the line!" you call back, trying to be brave. The other security officers briefly look like they're going to panic, but then grimly nod, all of them working the control panels of their rifles. You remember something about rotating frequencies or whatever, and quickly tap at your own control panel to find the settings to do the same.\n\nThe forward line of drones is quite close by the time you all raise your rifles again and resume firing. More of them fall, and for a moment you feel hope surge in your (oddly curvy) chest. But it looks like each of you only gets perhaps two shots before those flickers of purple appear again. And this time the line of immune drones is practically on you. Robot-like limbs reach out, metal fingers stretching towards you and your team.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's hand to hand time!|TrekF1x2]]\n\n[[Throw down your rifle and run.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

You turn and begin your slow, steady march towards Main Engineering, several of the other ProtoDrones created from your security detail doing the same, others wandering off in search of unassimilated crewmembers to fuck.\n\nYour machinelike gait soon takes you to the assimilated engine room, the air thick with thick, sexual-smelling wet mist, the overhead lights dimmed to almost nothing, a number of tacked-on RubBorg equipment giving the area an eerie purple glow. Well, eerie to humans, you certainly don't care. You move to line up with the other ProtoDrones, standing with hands at your side and gaze straight ahead, waiting to be evaluated and sent along.\n\nEventually a Tech Drone comes along, numerous long rubber tentacles waving from its back. It stops in front of each ProtoDrone, tentacles attaching to their nipples and pussies in the case of female-form drones, sliding over large rubber cocks in the case of male-form drones. It stops in front of you to do the same, its flat, blank eyes fixed in the general direction of your own as it maneuvers the proper tentacles into place and attaches them. The suction from the tentacles starts medigel flowing from your thick rubber nipples and stimulates the nanite gel production facilities in the lining of your textured rubber pussy. Once it's confirmed that both are working properly, it pulls away and moves on, leaving a slight dribble of green goo coming from all three orifices.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 39. Enter recharge chamber 0019 and await reconstruction assignment.</div>\n\nTurning, you march over to the tall, cylindrical device, its front gaping open and awaiting you. Turning, you step backwards into it. Robotic armatures raise up, one placing itself over your crotch, a thick metal pole sliding into your pussy, a thicker plug settling itself into your ass. A second set closes over the fronts of your breasts, plugs as thick and long as your thumbs pushing into your nipples. None of this causes so much as a twitch, of course, since you have no mind of your own and this is the normal setup for a Fem-Drone.\n\nSome time passes, and then the voice of the Collective once again commands you.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 31. Engage random number generator to determine assignment, then proceed to appropriate reconstruction area.</div>\n<hr>\n[[7. Standard Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[94. Repair Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[1,938,837,002. Assault Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[72. Computer Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[1. Ambassador.|TrekF1x4]]

You swing your rifle at the first drone to reach for you, slamming the butt against its head and knocking it down. But the next one, a male, immediately grabs you, its metal hands closing like vices on your shoulders and shoving you to your knees. You struggle to strike at it, but your position isn't exactly good, and it easily raises one hand to grab your short hair and yank your head forward, forcing its immense rubber cock into your mouth.\n\nYou gag as you taste rubber on your tongue, and then again as the thing hits the back of your throat. The drone just keeps relentlessly forcing forward, though, its artificial cock bulging your throat, actually suppressing your gag reflex just by how quickly it goes deep inside. Your body shudders, the phaser rifle falling from your shaking hands, which come up to press on his thighs, futilely trying to push him away. You try to close your forced-wide jaw and bite him, but your teeth just press against the rubber surface, barely indenting it, and not stopping him at all as he begins thrusting. His hips move and his hand works you back and forth, facefucking you with a passionless, machinelike efficiency. \n\nYou gag and gasp as your throat is violated, the sound echoed from other members of the security team, as well as differently muffled noises from others that must be getting similarly assaulted by female drones. Your eyes roll up in your head some, tears streaking down your face as much from lacking air and feeling your throat getting stretched and filled as anything else, leaving faint black streaks running down your cheeks. You cry out muffledly as the drone suddenly yanks you forward, forcing your lips to touch the very root of his black rubber prick, the stiff molded balls at its base pressing against your chin. You vaguely have the sense of something passing through the length, shooting almost directly into your stomach.\n\nYou shudder and twitch at the lack of air, starting to feel faint. Except then you realize it's not really lack of oxygen making you feel that way... your thoughts are gradually going blank. You try to focus, struggling to think of memories, anything to keep your mind, but the more you search the less there is to find. Terror washes over you as you realize abruptly that you can't even remember your name... and then that too passes, wiped away as smoothly as a dot of water on a flat rubber surface.\n\nThe drone slowly pulls its rubber length from your mouth, a small amount of nanite-infused green gel mingled with saliva dribbling from the tip. Your mouth closes, your expression completely blank, eyes flat and lifeless as you stand. You don't even flinch as the drone efficiently rips off your uniform, baring your slim, toned body. You turn away from him and bend forward, hands resting on your knees, eyes fixed on the wall and expression unchanging as he pushes that long, thick black rubber dong into your pussy and begins pumping away with the same unwavering machine tempo, his rubber hips striking your firm buttocks with the same ruthless lack of passion as a press stamping metal.\n\nYou simply remain in position, your empty mind acknowledging the stimulation from the nerves in your pussy but having nothing with which to react to it. Neither do you care that you're bent over getting fucked by the enemy right in the middle of a public corridor, your small perky tits still bouncing energetically from the pounding of the cyborg behind you. After several minutes, the drone thrusts forward and injects the second load of transformative nanites deep inside your pussy. Then it pulls out and, not bothering to look at you, continues on down the corridor to seek its next victim. Similarly, you don't bother to follow it with your blank eyes as you straighten up, hands at your side, calmly awaiting your conversion.\n\nBlack oozes from your pussy, covering the lips of it and turning them into simple, pudgy molded lips, your clit becoming a stiff, prominent rubber nub, more a simple artist's impression than the real thing. The black rubber continues spreading out from there, passing along your taint and sliding into your pucker, transforming it into a simple, tight rubber hole. Your pert buttocks round out, the rubber turning them more generous, lengthening your legs and giving them a more perfectly feminine form. Your six-pack stomach is coated with a smooth, impressionless layer of the black rubber, which then passes up over your small breasts and begins to expand them, turning them into large, stiff bigger-than-basketball tits. Your arms are given similar treatment to your legs, and finally the black rubber passes up your neck, stopping at the top of it in imitation of a bodysuit. Your skin pales, becoming porcelain white, and your hair similarly fades to a shiny, almost metallic silver, your emotionless eyes turning purple from the internal energy source that now powers you.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 27. Enter free-roaming mode until given further commands.</div>\n\nYou acknowledge the command. The relatively small Collective aboard this ship is currently busy dealing with coordinating the efforts of its fully-converted drones in its efforts to assimilate the crew. You are left to decide between two pre-chosen options via random number generator.\n\n<hr>\n[[11: Return to hive nexus to await full conversion.|TrekF1x3]]\n\n[[69: Assist with assimilation efforts.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"We play the long game," you answer, bringing up a few of the screens and starting to use them in conjunction with your connection to the Collective to gather information.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You refer to a course of action which would require an investment of resources and actions over a significant period of time before seeing returns.</div>\n\n"Correct."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">With what final goal in mind?</div>\n\n"Social reform."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Explain.</div>\n\n"The RubBorg would pull back from any further expansion or assimilation. They would remain in any systems they currently populate, but allow ships to pass through their area unmolested. They would defend themselves if attacked but otherwise not initiate any hostilities."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Undesirable but feasible. Continue.</div>\n\n"Meanwhile, we begin to influence prominent galactic societies. It begins by infiltrating their social and political leaders. Gradually these political leaders are brought to see the value of the Collective by allowing them to experience the pleasures of it. Not forcefully, but through other pleasurable experiences, allowing them to feel pleasure as an individual before exposing them to the Collective's pleasure. That will help insure their individuality... and therefore their ability to influence society... is maintained."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">And then?</div>\n\n"It might take several generations of careful manipulation and nonaggression... my current estimates using available data are somewhere between three and ten... but fear of the Collective and assimilation would eventually disappear from the major galactic civilizations, which are projected to spread and more naturally assimilating other cultures, infusing them with this viewpoint and value. An offer of assimilation would seem like an intriguing new experience, one that more and more would accept with each generation as we continued a steady propaganda and collectivist push. It would never be 100% effective, but you'd still get way more assimilated individuals than through aggression."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Preliminary evaluation bears out that supposition. The question then becomes, which of the three major powers in this segment of the galaxy to begin with?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[The Federation and Starbeat.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The Domulan Star Empire.|TrekF1x10]]\n\n[[The Knotin Empire.|TrekF]]

"They don't trust the RubBorg, they're afraid of them."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Relevance?</div>\n\n"Basic 'fight or flight' response."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">This is a basic biological drive that the Collective is aware of.</div>\n\n"And it happens when people or animals are scared of something."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Processing. ... So since individuals fear the RubBorg, this is what causes them to attempt to destroy us or attempt to elude us to prevent their assimilation.</div>\n\n"Correct."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The logical conclusion then would be to eliminate fear of the RubBorg.</div>\n\n"Either that or to manipulate their fear of something else and use it against them."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Query?</div>\n\n"Probably a level of emotional complexity the Collective isn't quite ready to comprehend."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Suggested course of action then?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Infiltration.|TrekF1x9]]\n\n[[Diplomacy.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Subversion.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Intimidation.|TrekF]]

An octopus, that's... sort of nautical, and nautical is sort of... bathroom? ... Honestly at this point you don't even care. You're desperate to try and find somewhere to wash up and try to salvage your clothes, so you open the door and hurry through.\n\nYou find yourself standing on a sort of catwalk above a truly immense room, with a large water tank below. You gawk around for several moments, wondering what the hell such a facility is doing in a theme park. Are they planning to add some sort of... water show? As you're wondering that, you hear a splash from the expanse of water below and move to the rail, peering down. You pale some and clench the rail tighter in both hands, wondering what the hell you're looking at... it seems to be a <i>lot</i> of very big tentacles, way too many to belong to any regular sea creature, all roiling around each other and smacking against the surface, churning the water into a white-frothed mess. Several of them reach up in the general direction of where you're standing and waggle blindly in the air, and you quickly scramble backwards until you bump against the wall.\n\n"And just what are you doing here...?"\n\nYou jump some at the sudden voice and whip your head to the side, not moving away from the wall as if afraid you might slip if you did. Casually standing nearby, one hand on her hip, is a nice-looking girl who looks like she's probably in her early twenties. Her dark hair is cut short in back, but has two long falls in front of her ears that come all the way down to her (large) chest. She's apparently a goth or something, with dark mascara and black lipstick, bright blue eyes practically glowing beneath her darkened lids. She's wearing a snug black long-sleeved shirt, the neck scooped down to give an extremely generous view of milk-white cleavage, the shirt coming down over the waist of a long, black crushed velvet dress.\n\n"Uh... I... invited," you stammer, glancing nervously towards the water tank before looking back at her. "... Looking for bathroom?"\n\nShe quirks one thin eyebrow, before her glistening black lips curl up into a smirk. "I'll take from that, 'one of the mascots invited me back here, and when we were done, they gave me vague directions towards the bathroom, and I got impatient and wandered in here'. That about right?"\n\nYou try to fight down your blush, as you get the distinct impression she knows exactly why the mascot asked you back here. You clear your throat and nod. "Uh, yeah."\n\n"Harry, I'm guessing. That's probably what's got the Dweller all riled up." She crosses to the railing, leaning out over it and shouting down, "HEY! GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!"\n\nThe tentacles stop exactly where they are, wiggling in place briefly, before quickly subsiding and sinking below the surface again. You stare down at the tank, then at the girl as she turns back towards you.\n\n"Well, that'll calm it down for awhile. You can use my bathroom, I suppose. C'mon." With that, she turns and heads for the metal grating stairs descending from one end of the catwalk. "My name's Baal, by the way."\n\n"Um. Eric." You hurry after her, then shorten your strides, again trying to suppress a blush. Now that you're not being menaced by some weird sea creature, you're reminded of exactly why you're in such a hurry. "Er, what is that thing? And why is it in a theme park?"\n\n"Worldland's a little more than a theme park. It's a long explanation and one I'm neither inclined nor supposed to give out casually, so I'd just say 'don't worry about it'." She notices you hesitating as you get closer to the floor level, where the tank is sunk into, and beckons with one hand, dark metallic purple nails flashing. "C'mon, it's asleep, it won't bother you." She waits for you to scurry down, grinning indulgently as you wind up huddled to within a few inches of her, before she continues. "Short version, it's something that's been here a long time, they had to build the park around it, and it's my job to watch over it and keep it calm."\n\n"So, like... conservation and EPA stuff," you mutter as you follow her across the plain concrete. "Um. So. Baal. Interesting name."\n\n"I'm named for a baby-eating demon god. My family's a little... unusual." Baal chuckles quietly to herself, then opens a door and gestures you inside. You blink as you step into what looks like an extremely normal living room. Not just normal for being inside a theme park, or next to a giant room with a landlocked giant sea creature, normal for... well... belonging to Baal. It's done in mostly earth tones for one thing, with brown carpeting and muted brass light fixtures. About the only thing that goes with the color scheme you'd expect is the black furniture, though even that's overstuffed and comfy-looking. There's a distinct lack of gargoyles or posters for bands with incomprehensible German names, at the very least. Baal closes the door after herself, then leads you through the room and down a hall, opening another door. Inside is a white-tiled room with several cabinets, a hamper, and a bench. "Here y'go. Bathroom's through there, feel free to use the shower, towels are in these cabinets here. Put your clothes in the hamper, I'll toss them in the washer and leave you something to wear."\n\nNodding gratefully, you step into the little anteroom and wait for her to close the door before you start to strip down. Doing so in a strange place, and so shortly after talking to a hot girl, well, you pad into the bathroom with your cock half-hard. The inside isn't enormous, but it's well-outfitted... a long sink counter, a tub, and a fairly large glass-walled shower. You'd almost like to take a bath, but she specifically offered the shower... besides, you don't want to spend forever in here, it would be rude. So you start the water and let it heat up before stepping inside, already sighing in pleasure at the hot steam on your bare skin even before you step under the spray. It's been awhile since your last shower anyway, even forgetting your recent messiness. You feel embarrassed as you realize that Baal will probably see the gooey mess in your clothes... but, well, she already seemed to have a pretty good idea what you and Harry (and company) got up to.\n\nStill, thinking about it fairly quickly has your dick at full-mast, and you reach down a hand to start pumping your shaft slowly, almost more to take some of the ache out of it than anything. Muffling a moan, you slip your other hand back and testingly probe your ass. It still feels just a bit slick and gooey, and your finger slides in very easily, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. Apparently whatever it was that let you take such a huge cock easily is still in effect. You stroke your finger in and out of your ass a few times, your breath gradually speeding up. Your gaze wanders over to the built-in shelf, and the rows of shampoo bottles sitting on it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|EricBaal1x1]]\n\n[[It's someone else's shower! Don't be a creep!|EricBaal2x1]]

Deciding that wandering out of the room bottomless (and, er, dripping) probably just plain isn't a good idea, you step into your underwear and haul them up, blushing and wincing a bit as there's an almost audible *squish* as you pull them up into place. Sighing, you tug on your jeans as well, then hop your way into your shoes... sitting down would probably just make things worse.\n\nYou head out into the hallway, and wander in the direction Herschel had indicated, glancing around nervously, wondering exactly how you'd explain what you're doing here if some park employee stumbled across you. Your worries and annoyance quickly turn towards the fact that you can't actually find the bathroom... "can't miss it", Herschel said, but these doors just have funny little icons on them, and none of them are the standard "bathroom" ones you're familiar with.\n\nFeeling more of that play-ooze cum start to dribble down the backs of your thighs, you finally decide to pick a door and hope for the best.\n\n<hr>\n[[Octopus.|HaroldHorse10x2]]\n\n[[Dog.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Black Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Green Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]

Well, why not play the actual protagonist? Cool, plot-relevant, and has at least three cute girls interested in him. You vaguely recall that there were some downsides to him, but eh, whatever. You tap the selection, and experience the strange sensation of your body painlessly being pulled apart and then reconstructed.\n\nYou expect to find yourself appearing on top of a train or something like that, but instead you're standing in a small, circular valley ringed with houses and a few rustic wooden business buildings, a wooden water tower looming above you. Looking down at yourself, you find not a battle-hardened warrior's body in SOLDIER garb, but a kid's body at least a year or two younger than yours, wearing a sky blue shirt and denim shorts. You reach up to find rather spikey blonde hair, so you're definitely Cloud... but you're Cloud as a kid, in Nibelheim!\n\nYou look around, feeling suddenly swamped by memories that you don't think are actually yours... you remember visiting a lot of these houses, hanging out around the shops, you know the people you see. Well... you grew up here, didn't you? Honestly, you feel pretty weird for several moments, rubbing at your head in hopes the disorientation will go away. Lifting your head, you spot something odd... specifically, someone trying to sneak away. A dark-haired girl in a white tanktop, brown vest, and brown skirt... Tifa! What the heck is she doing?\n\nYou watch as Tifa looks around, making sure none of the adults are paying attention, before she bolts down the pathway towards the mountains, clearly hoping to get out of sight before anyone sees her. Uh-oh. You know her mother died recently, and that Tifa has some weird idea that she can find her mom if she goes beyond the mountains. But there are plenty of hazards up there, both natural and the weird monsters that have been appearing more and more lately. She's likely to get hurt!\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell an adult.|FFCSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go after her yourself.|FFCSPlaceholder]]

"Ah, thank you, we'd love some tea," you answer, smiling.\n\n"We would?" Lt. Fiviv asks in apparent surprise, then oofs barely perceptibly as you gently elbow her. "I mean, we would," she repeats, nodding firmly.\n\n"Please, come into the kitchen," Kathren says cheerfully, waving you in before making her way back into the kitchen as well. You wonder how she moves around so well with her eyes closed practically all the time. You and E'li make your way in and settle down at the small, square kitchen table while Kathren brings down a jar from the cupboard and goes about preparing two cups of tea with the kettle of water that was already on the stove. "I must say, I'm quite surprised to hear that there might be a problem involving Doctor Fukher, she seemed just fine when she was here earlier."\n\n"Well, ma'am... thank you," you add as she sets the teacup in front of you. You pause to sip it, Fiviv following your example. You're surprised, it's actually rather good, both the scent and the taste quite relaxing after the long day you've had. You continue to sip at it as you explain, "We think she may have been compromised by a hostile alien intruder. Her actions almost certainly aren't entirely her own, these aliens apparently have an ability to bend the minds of those they, um, assault."\n\n"They've apparently got a lot of plans for the Federation, so it's important that we find Doctor Fukher before she compromises security and gives them an opening," Fiviv adds, actually sounding rather sleepy. You're not surprised, she's been through more than you have, and you suddenly feel kind of like a nap yourself.\n\n"Oh dear, well, we definitely wouldn't want the Raptarrans overrunning Earth and the rest of the Federation," Kathren murmurs, bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth. "That would be awful."\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah."|TrekF10x1]]\n\n[["Ye-... wait, what?"|TrekF9a]]

"I really think it's imperative if I do all I can to find Doctor Fukher," you note with a frown. "There's definitely something amiss to this whole thing involving her. Besides, I feel responsible," you add with a sigh. "I assumed she was just sulking and didn't check on her before beaming down, after all."\n\n"There are few things more stubborn and difficult to deal with than a starship CMO, Commander, don't beat yourself up," the Admiral advises, patting your shoulder. "Head over to the office annex, the adjutant will have an office assigned to you. We'll also assign a Lieutenant to assist you."\n\n"Thank you, Admiral." Nodding your gratitude, you turn and head for the nearest turbolift. When you arrive at the very office building-y lobby, the uniformed officer sitting behind the desk tells you the alphanumeric label of the office you've been assigned. It... looks near-identical to the one you had as First Officer aboard the Venture, maybe just a bit smaller. You settle behind the desk and start calling up the information files on Doctor Fukher. After a quick skim, it looks like there are several obvious places she might go... she has a home here on Earth in North Carolina, where her children and husband live, though it notes her husband is a Starbeat officer as well and not often at home. (Poor kids, on a number of levels, you can't help but think.) Her husband's assignment is apparently on Nearspace-1, a space station in geosynchronous orbit over Mars... if she's really been compromised, she might attempt to get to him and use his greater access to Starbeat security. The third place is the Dikhard family farm, apparently she and the late Captain were quite close, she might have gone to see his family (or try to access whatever security systems or information he left there).\n\nMusing over the possibilities, you glance up as the door slides open, for a moment only processing surprise that it's someone who's not in uniform. But then you realize that it's actually the purple-skinned security officer from the Venture that's been with you the whole time. It's weird, without the uniform turning her into just another 'extra' in your surroundings, you can actually pay attention to her features, like the short horns jutting from her forehead, or her pointed ears, or her fire-colored eyes. Instead of a uniform she's wearing what looks like some sort of exercise jacket, and the same sort of tight black shorts that are listed under the default choices for Starbeat officers as underwear or workout gear.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/pDWbCYi.png>\n\n"Sir, Lieutenant Fiviv, reporting for duty. ... Apologies for being out of uniform."\n\n"I think considering how it happened, that's understandable," you answer, unable to help keeping a grin off of your face, even as she blushes some in embarrassment.\n\n"About that... um, thank you, sir. I didn't really get the chance to, before... I got sloppy, and you had to save me, so... I also apologize," she adds, bowing slightly while closing her eyes. "I'll understand if you think I'm not fit for this assignment and want to request another officer to assist you," she adds, remaining in the contrite pose.\n\nYou blink at that. "There's no need to apologize, Lieutenant. Anybody could get blindsided by an invisible opponent. I'm actually glad to have a familiar face here."\n\n"... Thank you, sir," she murmurs, straightening up and squirming just a little.\n\n"Are you sure you're okay, though? I wouldn't blame you for needing a break after that."\n\n"No, sir. I requested this duty, if you'd have me. I'm not going to let these things win and make fools of all of us, or harm the Federation. That would bring shame on me," she adds with a bit of a scowl.\n\n"Alright. Lieutenant Fiviv... ah, I'm sorry, I don't recall your given name, if Fiviv isn't...?"\n\nThat... makes her blush some again, and she actually seems flustered for a moment before composing herself. "El'i. El'i Fiviv, sir," she replies, pronouncing it like 'Ellie' with a slight pause and a harder second syllable.\n\n"Alright, then. Well, I think I have a few potential leads on where Doctor Fukher might have gone. We can assume she's either running scared, or has been turned to the Raptarran's cause... either way, these leads provide her options."\n\n"Yes, sir. I'll replicate a new uniform as we travel," she adds, a bit sheepishly. "Where will we be traveling to, though...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[North Carolina.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Mars orbit.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The English countryside.|TrekF9x2]]

"Ma'am, would you mind if we came inside and waited for your father and Doctor Fukher to return?" you ask. "It's not really that the Doctor is in trouble with Starbeat, more that she could be in trouble in general."\n\n"Mm. What did you say your name was?"\n\n"I'm Commander Erin Hawt. This is Lieutenant El'i Fiviv," you note, gesturing to the alien woman beside you.\n\n"Oh, you're Erin?" The girl's eyebrows quirk a bit. "My uncle Jean-Fuk mentioned you in a few of his letters. You do match his description of you pretty closely." She looks you up and down, then shrugs. "I'm Elizabeth Dikhard, people call me Liz. Alright, come in, then."\n\nShe leads the way into the house, which is rustic and looks more like something from the eighteenth century instead of the twenty-third. As you approach what looks like the kitchen, a woman that strongly resembles an older version of Liz, in her early forties perhaps and quite nice-looking, her hair long and in a French braid, wearing a simple white blouse and long red skirt. "Oh, Liz, more Starbeat people?"\n\n"Mother, this is Commander Hawt, the woman who was uncle Jean-Fuk's chief of security. They came here looking for Doctor Fukher." Liz turns back to you and gestures to the older woman. "My mother, Kathren."\n\nKaren Dikhard purses her lips, then nods. "Well, if Jean-Fuk trusted you, I suppose we can do no less. It's all very strange, honestly. But where are my manners, would you like some tea?"\n\nYou've never been big on tea, but it is England, isn't it like a mortal sin or something to refuse an offer of tea here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|TrekF9x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|TrekF11x1]]

"We're headed for England, a small farm in the country," you explain as you finish transferring files to a tablet and stand up. "I'll requisition us a shuttle so you have time to change on the flight."\n\n"Alright, sir."\n\nAbout an hour later the shuttle is banking in lightly towards the concrete pad about a quarter of a mile from the quaint but still fairly sizeable farmhouse with little around it but pleasant rolling fields and well-tended orchards. You stroll down the back ramp of the shuttle, Lt. Fiviv trotting a bit to catch up with you since she was piloting, the alien woman once again clad in a proper Starbeat uniform. The two of you head up the packed-earth road (seriously?) towards the house, the door opening as you approach. A girl steps out... maybe eighteen, nineteen you figure? Dark hair falling around her shoulders, intense eyes, very pretty, wearing a thin blouse and snug shorts. She folds her arms as you approach, giving you a bit of a smirk.\n\n"More Starbeat officers, hm? Nothing for weeks and then here you come all traipsing through here at once," she announces, her voice carrying a mild French accent.\n\nThat makes you blink. "Someone else from Starbeat has been here?"\n\n"Several. First there were a couple of the local boys, dropping by to ask if we'd seen Doctor Fukher, and to let them know if we did. And then, about an hour later, there was Doctor Fukher."\n\nYou resist the urge to let your jaw drop. "Ah... and did you contact Starbeat?"\n\n"My father refused. He's got a bit of a contrary streak, you see. He assumed she must be in some kind of trouble, and between Starbeat and a friend of the family it was obvious which he'd pick. They went off to town together to get something or other."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for them to come back.|TrekF9x3]]\n\n[[Go after them.|TrekF]]

Despite being severely weirded out, you do still need a place to stay, after all. Trying to put the strange body modification you've undergone out of your mind, you follow along after Applejack, your bare feet padding over the dirt path that sort of feels more like molded foam or something. It does eventually turn to real dirt, though, as you get further away from the main street that's apparently the primary tourist attraction. Neither one of them bothers your bare feet much... either it's really soft ground or your changes include tougher foot soles. Eventually you're walking over idyllic rolling green hills, which begin to be spotted with apple trees bearing shiny, ripe-looking fruit.\n\nThe two of you approach something that looks like a cross between a farmhouse and a barn, though it's more the former than the latter. There's two people lingering near the front door, and as you get closer you can start to pick out details. One's a really big guy, at least six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, tawny blonde hair, a red-and-black flannel shirt, jeans, workboots. He's heavily muscled, with broad shoulders and powerful arms, the sort of guy that brings to mind the word 'workhorse'. Hopping about next to him in energetic fashion is a girl the complete opposite... she looks like she's about thirteen or so, a little slip of a thing in a yellow t-shirt and overalls, barefoot like you are. Red hair, big pink bow in it, pretty darn cute really.\n\n"Alright, this's most've the Apple family," Applejack says as the two of you walk up, turning to face you. "Granny's out mannin' th' tourist part of th' orchard. This here's m' big brother, Big Macintosh."\n\n"Uh, nice to meet you," you say, holding out a hand.\n\n"Eeeyup," the big man answers, giving your hand a firm (but thankfully not crushing) shake with his much larger one.\n\n"An' this's my li'l sister Applebloom."\n\n"Howdy!" the girl chirps, hopping forward and peering up towards you from up close, a big grin on her face. You lean back a little in surprise at the invasion of your personal space. "Nice ta meetcha!"\n\n"Um, yeah," you agree, nodding and blushing just a little. She's definitely as cute as her sister, despite not having the same knockout body... yet. "Nice to... and everything."\n\n"And this's... hm..." Applejack eyes you, then walks over and slips two fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them out and down just a bit.\n\n"H-hey!"\n\n"Hrm. Snake Eyes? No, that's another feller. Double One? 'Ceptin' there ain't two of ya. Tarnation, it's bad luck ta get such an incomprehensible cutie mark!" Applejack releases your shorts, allowing you to tug them back into place. Then she grins. "Well, no offense, but frankly that sounds 'bout right... we'll just call ya Unlucky Dice. Dice fer short."\n\n"I... guess that fits," you have to admit, your cheeks still aflame. \n\n"He's got a cutie mark?! Just fer showin' up?!" Applebloom's howl of outrage takes you by surprise as she briefly runs in a frantic, frustrated circle before zipping inside the house with a wail of, "It's not faaaaaair!"\n\n"Oh, don't mind her, she'll be fine by suppertime," Applejack says with a little 'pshaw', waving a hand in Applebloom's direction. She turns back to you. "Anyhow, you'll bunk down in th' hay loft of th' barn, we've got a li'l place set up in there, should be comfy enough. If ya prove ta be a good worker an' decide ta stay on, we'll find ya somethin' more cozy an' permanent."\n\nYou blink at that, but nod. As weird as your arrival was, you can't help but feel a little hopeful at the idea of finding at least a semi-permanent place to stay.\n\n"Hm, still mosta th' day left," Applejack observes after a brief glance at the sky, shading her eyes despite already wearing a hat. "Plenty of work t'be done! Well, Dice, here's what we've got. I need someone ta take a cart of apples over ta [[Sugar Cube Corner|PonyAMplaceholder]] for me. Could also use some help out in th' fields doin' [[apple buckin'|PonyAMplaceholder]]. Big Mac's gotta do some [[heavy liftin'|PonyAM1x3]] out by th' barn, might he could use a hand with that. An' th' lot of us've been plum busy lately, none of us had th' time ta [[clean the house|PonyAMplaceholder]], it needs it for sure. So what'll it be, pardner...?"

You've never exactly been one for doing strength-based labor before, since your muscle tone generally shaded towards 'nonexistant'. But after your little trip through the weird machine, you do feel a lot stronger, and after thinking about it, you're almost eager to try out your new muscles. "Sounds like Big Macintosh might need the most help, I'll go with him."\n\nApplejack chuckles and gives you a smile that you'd call 'indulgent', reaching out to ruffle your hair. "It's cute you think that. But I don't doubt he does need a bit, at least, so you go on."\n\n"Er, 'kay," you murmur, then turn and hurry after Big Macintosh as he just starts off towards one of the barns dotted about the property without another word. He doesn't seem inclined to talk much at all, really, you notice as he covers the distance in silence. Arriving at the barn, he pulls the doors open, revealing a fairly large collection of old, rusty, and rather outdated-seeming farm equipment, including several ridable types such as a large old tractor.\n\n"Gonna move all this, over there," Big Macintosh announces, pointing at the junk and then a ways down the road.\n\n"Uh, wow, okay." You stare at the heap of equipment... it's not exactly what you pictured when you heard 'heavy lifting', you thought it would be hay bales or something.\n\nThe large man moves forward and into the barn, taking a pair of workboots and knocking them out briefly, then holding them out to you. "Oughtta fit close 'nuff. Don't wanna drop anything on yer toes."\n\n"Right." You flop down on the ground and quickly pull the boots on, cinching them tightly to make up for them being a bit too big. Once you're done you hop to your feet, just in time to see Big Mac squat down and slip his hands under the tractor. Then he slowly stands up, his muscles visibly flexing and going taut under the snug denim of his jeans and the flannel of his shirt. You stare wide-eyed as he actually lifts the massive farm vehicle up onto his shoulders and settles it there, tawny head bent forward, before he starts moving towards the door. You quickly scramble out of his way as he ducks slightly, looking like he's got nothing more heavy than a particularly overstuffed feed bag resting on his back.\n\n"Help make sure it don't tip," he grunts to you as he heads down the dirt road in front of the barn. You follow more by reflex than anything else, staying close to his side. Sure enough, at one point the heavy back end of the tractor starts to tip towards you. Thinking you must be crazy, you nevertheless reach up and try to steady it. Though the weight settles onto your hands, it doesn't crush you as you were expecting. In fact, you're able to nudge it a bit, and Big Mac shifts his massive shoulders to realign the tractor and continue carrying it. You continue to help him balance it as he carries it almost half a mile down the road and finally thumps it down in a large open space beside it. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabs at his forehead rather daintily for a man that just carried a farm vehicle.\n\n"Wow. Um..." You're not sure whether to even point out something he seems to take for granted, so instead you glance at the tractor. "So what're we putting it out here for anyway?"\n\n"Scrap collector, comes by tomorrow," he grunts in reply, before turning and heading back towards the barn, with you having to scramble after him again. Once he gets there, he looks around for a moment, then points at a large metal watering trough. "That looks 'bout right. You give it a go."\n\n"I don't think I can-"\n\n"I'll help ya." With that, Big Mac crosses to the trough and waits, just looking at you with those big green eyes. Flummoxed, you walk over, standing where he points. "Now, bend yer knees first, like yer squattin'. Now y'can bend forward. Make sure ya got a good grip," he instructs as you obey, finding a pair of handholds on the trough. "Now, lift with yer legs, drivin' up from yer hips," he continues, resting his hand on your back and sliding it down a bit, giving you a push as you start to lift. "Then just get it settled an' there y'go," he finishes, nudging the trough a bit to help you rest it on your shoulders. "Good job, now just keep it like that an y'should be fine, let's head out there."\n\nYou're amazed to find that it wasn't even that hard... between Big Mac's coaching and his encouragement, you feel like you could sprint the distance to the dropoff point. Well, almost, you actually head out there at a nice even walk. Still, once the large farmhand has watched you take a few more moderate-sized pieces out, he declares you "Good 'nuff" and lets you work on your own, as long as you "Don't get foolish". Every so often he'll call you over to help him balance some much larger or heavier piece like a fridge or a thresher, or follow along with you to make sure you're handling it alright. Though he doesn't say more than a dozen words the whole time, by the end you've got a distinct feeling of camaraderie going. You're also both soon covered in sweat and dirt, clothes sticking to you slightly and skin a bit darkened by the smears of dust and rust mixed with perspiration.\n\nBy the time the sun is just beginning to set, the two of you return to the barn to find that it's empty save for a lot of dust, dirty hay, and a couple of old bits of furniture. Big Mac walks to the back doors and pushes them open as well, revealing a sort of "porch" that's not much more than a concrete slab with a drain set to one side of it. Resting on an old wooden frame on the ground to that side of the porch is an old metal water tank, with a pipe coming off one side that has a broad metal showerhead attached. Big Mac gives it a light rap with his knuckles, then mms. "Full," he announces. Shrugging, he unbuttons his flannel shirt and shrugs out of it, revealing a sweaty white t-shirt. "May as well use it one last time, then."\n\n"Uh." You blink at him, then blush as he sets the flannel shirt on a nearby wooden chair before peeling out of the damp cotton. "You mean, shower... right out here?"\n\n"Eeeyup." Stepping on the heels of his boots to get out of them, he sets them on the seat of the chair before he begins unbuckling his belt. "Applejack'd have our hides if we sat down ta supper like this."\n\n"Um. Well. Okay." Making your way uncertainly over towards another chair, you start undressing as well. Considering you only have your t-shirt, shorts, and boots, it's not exactly an involved process, but embarrassment makes you take longer. When you finally turn back around, you can't help but stare. Big Macintosh is standing under a broad spray of water, soaping up, apparently completely unashamed of standing out in the open in the nude. Not that he has a damn thing to be ashamed of... it's hard to think of any way to describe his muscled, powerful body other than "perfect". He turns slightly, and your jaw nearly drops. His cock is <i>immense</i>... it nearly hangs to his knees, and it's not as if he's got short legs!\n\nTrying not to stare (or to be completely intimidated), you make your way over, eyes averted. Luckily the showerhead is set up with such a broad spray that you can stand a fair bit away and still get plenty of water. You almost jump out of your skin when Big Mac taps your shoulder, and can't help but give him a sheepish look when you realize he's just holding out half the bar of soap to you. If he notices your embarrassment, he doesn't say anything, simply returning to soaping up his underarms and chest. You can't help but sneak a peek as his hands slide lower, starting to lather up around his crotch, streaks of soapsuds dripping down his balls and shaft.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not into guys, but you've gotta admit that's impressive.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are totally into him, and you've gotta suck that cock.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are totally into him, and you want to tongue his ass.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are amazingly into him, but too intimidated and shy to make a move.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]

Shrugging, you press the blue button. No need to get fancy, after all. A dome light starts flashing and spinning above one of the open passages, the conveyer belt leading into it rumbling to life. "Please step onto the belt, sir," the park girl says cheerfully, gesturing with one hand. Shrugging, you move forward and step carefully onto the belt, allowing it to move you forward and through the square hole in the wall. It's actually just a little creepy in here, there's just barely enough light to see yourself by... you can't even see what might be around you in the build.\n\nYou yelp as a pair of robotic arms suddenly swing around and grab your arms, lifting them up and above your head, actually pulling you off of the conveyer belt and into empty air. "Hey!" you call in protest as more of the arms swing in towards you, starting to snip and cut away your shirts and to remove your shoes and socks. A somewhat more dextrous hand undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and yanks both them and the briefs under them off down your legs, your cock flapping free as you're left dangling naked in midair. "What the hell?!" you call angrily.\n\nYour eyes widen as new robot arms swing in, though these are all tipped with syringes. You almost start to thrash around, then think better of it as those sharp, glistening tips come closer. You freeze in place, biting back another yelp as you feel the sting of the needles penetrating in your arms, legs, chest, and even a few in your groin. Heat floods your body as they inject their payload and draw back. You shudder, looking down at yourself, and watching in shock as your muscles grow and firm up... not massively, but you quickly lose your scrawny look, the sight of bare ribs and slim waist replaced by the toned, taut build of a swimmer or gymnast. But that's not the only thing that gets your attention... your cock is growing too! Your shaft grows erect, getting longer, harder and thicker than it's ever been, even as your balls swell and hang more heavily below it.\n\nYou shudder in the grip of the robotic manacles, feeling pleasure build up in your shaft even as it continues getting longer and thicker. Once it's almost a foot long and a little less thick than a soda can, you let out a near bellow of release as you start shooting long, thick streams of cum, each one obviously much more than any other entire load you've ever shot. Once you've fired off at least ten or twelve blasts, your cock slowly softens and droops, though it still retains the majority of its length even as it dangles between your now toned thighs.\n\nPanting and breathless, you watch as another arm moves in, and thumps against the side of your hip with a slight sting. You crane your head, just able to make out what looks like a pair of blue dice that have both rolled a one now emblazoned on your skin. The arm thumps against your other hip to leave a mirror image of the same mark, before you're moved along again. A set of arms holding some denim shorts that just come to your knees slides them up your legs, while another rubber-tipped one helpfully tucks your cock down one leg of the shorts before they're buttoned up for you. You're set down on the ground, your arms guided through the holes of a bright blue t-shirt before you're given a good shove towards a door that slides open.\n\nBewildered and still a little in shock, you stare around in confusion at the scene before you. There's bright green grass, and buildings that look a little... well, slightly plastic, as if it were a playset design sized up to human proportions. There are a number of people milling about, wandering in and out of the buildings or just talking with what you assume are castmembers, to judge by their slightly more elaborate, colorful outfits (which, considering the visitors are tourists, is saying something).\n\n"Howdy! You must be th' new hand I was promised!"\n\nTurning your head, you spot a very pretty girl several years older than yourself. Her hair is wheat-blonde and done in a thick braid that's pulled forward over one shoulder, a somewhat battered brown cowboy hat resting atop it. An orange-and-red flannel shirt is tied up just underneath her fairly large chest, leaving her midriff bare and showing off a stomach toned to six-pack perfection. A thoroughly broken-in pair of jeans fits the curve of her hips and legs like a denim second skin, the bottom of the jeans tucked into a pair of cowboy boots. She grins at you, showing off a pretty face thoroughly dotted with freckles, her big green eyes dancing as she flicks the brim of her hat back a little.\n\n"Well, y'seem a tad on th' scrawny side, but I don't turn down help when I need it, learned m'lesson there. Name's Applejack."\n\n"Uh... Eric," you reply, stunned both by your recent experience and the pretty girl greeting you so casually after it. "What just-?"\n\n"Eric? Hm, hafta come up with somethin' better than that, won't fit in too well 'round here otherwise. And oh, don't mind that whole thing," she adds, gesturing to the now closed panel you emerged from. "Just adaptin' ya so you'll be able to work here in Ponyville good'n'proper. Can't keep up with everypony else if y'don't. Y'okay? Didn't actually hurt ya none, did it?" she adds, frowning a bit and leaning in, apparently concerned.\n\nBlinking, you pat yourself down, blushing a little as your hands feel your sizeable cock under your shorts. But other than being a lot more hale and hearty than you've been in awhile, you seem to be fine... you don't even sting or itch anywhere from being injected or, apparently, tattooed. "No. I guess I'm fine. It was just... weird."\n\n"You'll get used to it. C'mon, I'll get ya settled in at Sweet Apple Acres," Applejack says, beckoning as she turns to walk off down a carefully cultivated and slightly artificial-seeming dirt path.\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow Applejack.|PonyAM1x2]]\n\n[[This is too weird, run away!|PonyAMplaceholder]]

"Who are you?" you ask, frowning just a little. You also try not to stare at all the very attractive girl on display. It's not quite as mesmerizing as it might have been before, but it's still quite a sight.\n\n"My name's Mal. Used to be a salvager and smuggler, before I tried to salvage one of the Raptarrans' little trap ships. Guessing the same thing happened to you?" Grinning a bit at your nod, Mal shakes her head. "And I'm guessing from the look on your face, you used to be a guy too, huh?"\n\n"You mean, you too...?"\n\n"Yup. Raptarran males don't really seem to care about gender too much, normally they'll fuck anything that they can dominate and that has a nice, hot hole for them to stick their cocks in. But since we're for a particular use, they turn anyone selected for the Breeding Hunt into a female. They leave your physical stature alone, pretty much, apparently all they really do is switch your gender."\n\n"You must have been pretty buff as a guy, then," you say without really thinking about it, before blushing and glancing away.\n\nMal just laughs. "I actually wasn't nearly this built at first, I was maybe only a little bit more toned than you are now. But I'm one of the most successful humans to ever take part in the Breeding Hunt, and I spend a lot of my off time training for when I get hunted. Some get complacent and wind up getting chubby in their off time after a couple of good hunts. They pretty quickly wind up as incubators, from what I understand."\n\n"Incubators?"\n\n"They just get repeatedly fucked by Raptarrans of a certain status and lay eggs all the time. Nothing else. Remember what fun that was?" The tone of her voice says that she's only half joking about it being 'fun'... clearly you're not the only one who's been altered to enjoy being bred and laying eggs. "Well, orgasmic or not, sounds pretty dull to me. I enjoy myself a lot more as a participant."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"Um. I don't know how else to ask, but what are... these things?" you murmur, pointing to the strip of material sealing your pussy shut. \n\n"Ah, those. We just call 'em 'seals'. The design on 'em indicates your purpose and your rank in that purpose." Mal laughs a little. "To put it bluntly, babe, your reproductive facilities are now owned by the Raptarrans. They don't want you wasting any time or bodily effort on a human pregnancy when you could be cranking out Raptarran eggs."\n\n"What?! How would that even happen?! Besides, I was a guy before!"\n\n"Yeah, but you're a girl now, and a girl that's been hardwired to get off on reproducing. Trust me, from now on, you see a guy and you're gonna want to fuck. And there are guys around. Raptarrans use alien species for most of their drudgery work, which includes taking care of their other slaves like us. Pretty much every slave wears some sort of seal. You'd think they'd just make all the guys or just all the girls wear 'em, but I guess they don't want to take any chances."\n\nYou sit in silence for a few moments, processing all of that. It's pretty strange to have confirmation that you're biologically altered to be a complete sex maniac, and that they have to seal up your vagina just to keep you from shoving it on every dick you come across. Actually, even thinking about it is starting to turn you on, and you shift a little in your chair at the still unfamiliar sensations. But that brings up another question, and you clear your throat.\n\n"So how do I, er... go?"\n\n"It absorbs it."\n\n"... Seriously?" You look at Mal, suspecting a prank.\n\n"Dead serious. Actually it's a new feature, used to you just peed right through it and wiped it clean. Of course, other fluids went through it too... I guess the Raptarrans got tired of the females they'd engineered to be turned on at the drop of a hat leaving puddles on the floor everywhere they went." Mal suddenly goes solemn-faced. "But remember, it only covers the front."\n\n"... Got it," you murmur, suspecting a story there that you don't want to hear.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"What is all this? Why am I here?" you ask.\n\n"You've been selected to take part in what the Raptarrans call the Breeding Hunt. Basically, you must have impressed them with how you were able to evade capture when they were after you." Mal grins broadly. "For my own part, I led them on a chase across three sectors with my ship."\n\n"I didn't do anything nearly that impressive. I only nearly got away from them on one of their honeytrap ships."\n\n"Oh, you did it on foot, huh? They take different things into account. Basically you must have struck them as smart and fit enough to put in the Hunt. Anyway, the Breeding Hunt is where Raptarrans who have reached a certain rank and privilege get to chase down worthy prey and impregnate them. Basically proving who's strongest, fastest, and fittest to have their genetics survive."\n\n"So those eggs I laid, they have some sort of... hybrids... inside?" You make a bit of a face thinking about it, not sure how that makes you feel.\n\n"Nah. I've seen the offspring, as far as I can tell they're fully Raptarran, though supposedly at least a few of our traits at least influence them... y'know, help them get smarter, faster, stronger. But they want you to put up the best effort you can, they even encourage you to outrun the hunter fully if you can. That means you're better prey and that even stronger and higher-ranked Raptarrans get the privilege of hunting you and propagating their line with you."\n\n"Rewards?"\n\n"Yeah. You must have done pretty well your first time out to not only get this place, but an explanation from a veteran. I didn't even last until nightfall my first time, I got stuck in a crappy little one-room cell with a bunk and a combination toilet-sink in the corner. The longer you last and the more you accomplish in your run, the more rewards they give you. You get rewarded <i>really</i> richly if you manage to complete the whole run without getting caught and fucked. Basically, they've made a game out of Darwinism." She raises her wrist and points at her own countdown clock. "Each hunt is usually about forty-eight hours long. Rarely it will be less or more. One time I actually had one for an entire week, still don't know what was up with that. But the red time shows you're 'safe' and how much longer before your next hunt. I suggest trying to go to sleep before time runs out, it's less trouble. You also get more 'time off' the better you do in your hunts."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"I think I'd like to study under Mei," you say after a few moments of thought, trying not to sound too excited. Look you're a fifteen-year-old boy, it's still okay to think shows with brightly-clad ninjas shouting attack names and using huge showy energy blasts is cool, alright?\n\n"I can't say I'm <i>too</i> terribly surprised," Miyako says with a chuckle. "You are at the right age for all that flashy business to seem quite irresistable. Still, it's one of our paths of shinobi, and as valid as any other, and I wish you well on it." She turns her head slightly and raises her voice. "Kuro! Please take our new arrival over to the Dancer Dojo!"\n\n"Hai," comes the somewhat sulky-sounding response.\n\n"Well then, I'm sure we'll see each other again sometime," Miyako says with a smile and a nod. "Someone will have handed Kuro a shirt for you to wear, so just follow her over."\n\nYou nod, clambering to your feet and walking out of the room. Standing outside is a girl a little older than you, with very pretty Asian features only highlighted by her dark tan skin and dual-colored eyes, one hazel and one red. She's wearing a red-trimmed black 'girl ninja' outfit with netting shorts, and her hair has been braided and draped over her left shoulder. She gives you an annoyed look, but nods in acknowledgement. "I'll take you over to the Dancer Dojo now," she notes a bit flatly, handing you a folded square of red cloth. \n\nYou accept the bright red shirt with sparkly blue embroidery trim and shrug into it, messing with the sash a bit before realizing it's meant to be worn long with tails streaming partway down your leg. Then you nod. "Nice to meet you, Kuro. I'm-"\n\nYou blink as she holds up a hand, but then explains, "Don't bother with your outside name. Those who aren't born into the village discard their names from before and take a new shinobi name. Your new sensei will probably give you one while you're training, and then you'll be allowed to choose your own when you're acknowledged as truly having become a ninja in your own right."\n\n"Oh." You blink and nod. "Okay then. Thanks."\n\n"Yeah, whatever," she huffs, then turns and leads you off down the dirt road. The ninja village is... actually pretty big, you think as you look around. More like a ninja town, pretty much, even if all the style of it does look like a period piece. There are plenty of people walking around, either wearing variations on ninja outfits or some style of old-school Japanese clothing. However, when you approach the Dancer Dojo, you know it pretty much immediately. It's done up in bright reds and golds, with elaborate carvings of dragons and such along the gate edges. It looks more like a casino or theater or night club or something. Of course you're rather distracted from that when you see the person waiting outside the front gates, your jaw dropping.\n\nShe's got bright red hair pulled back in a long, kunoichi-style ponytail that comes almost to her full round butt. And if you thought Miyako's chest was impressive, this woman absolutely blows her way, each breast easily larger than her head. They could just barely be considered covered by a ninja-top that's basically just two almost day-glo pink straps of cloth going from behind her neck down over the middle of her breasts, leaving both the outer and inner curves of them bare, tied around her waist with a thin white sash that has long tails in back, the top dropping down in front and back as a rather short loincloth. Her hips are almost completely bare, save for the teeny, tiny black strings of her panties, her ankles and wrists covered by matching day-glo pink guards and spats.\n\n"Hey there!" she calls cheerfully, waving a hand and making those immense, yet surprisingly perky and energetic, tits wobble all over the place, making it seem impossible that they don't come tumbling right out of her top. "Nice to see you, Kuro!"\n\n"Y-yeah, thanks Mei-sensei," Kuro near-grumbles, her cheeks turning penny-colored as she glances away and folds her arms over her own C-cups. "Um. Brought you your new student. ... Bye." Then she goes scurrying off, disappearing around the nearest corner.\n\nThe apparent master of the dojo giggles some, placing metallic red painted fingernails to her shiny, glossy pink lips. "Silly girl, she has nothing to be embarrassed about. Those are perfectly nice for an Unseen. Hi there, new boy!"\n\n"Um... hi... Master," you answer, blushing solid red as you fight not to stare at either those immense tits or her practically bare curvy hips or... well, anything.\n\n"Just 'Mei-sensei' is fine," she answers with another little giggle, walking over and leaning forward towards you, those huge, bobbling breasts dropping down right in front of your face as if daring you to stare. "Hmmm, you're a little shrimpy, but cute," she says with a grin, reaching out to ruffle your hair as you squirm in several different kinds of embarrassment. "You're like a fresh little pocket-sized new student! Ahahaha, that's it, that's what I'll call you!" she declares as she straightens up, laying a finger along her cheek. "'Chisai-kun'! Pocket-size!"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|RunNinja]]\n\n[[... Fine.|RunNinja2x2]]

"One second," you murmur, then poke your head out of the door to explain to the others about your options, leaving out the bit about "company" and focusing on searching for clues.\n\n"Ain't nobody got time for that!" blusters Barret.\n\n"It is true, we probably don't have a lot of time to waste on searching around for clues," Cloud murmurs, giving the Mayor an annoyed look through the open door that says he's considering just shaking the old man until his keycard falls out.\n\nWhile that's not an unattractive prospect, considering his lecherous offer, you've come too far to have the whole building alerted now. Putting a hand on each of their arms to calm them down, you step back into the office and shut the door, then eye the cups, each one scrawled with a word in sharpie.\n\n[[Bomb|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bind|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Blonde|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Boobs|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Blueberry|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Balloon|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"If we're serious about starting up a new species, obviously one of the first things we need is a homeworld," you muse as you turn and head for the bridge, Striped Trouble falling into step beside you, four sickle claws clicking in concert on the metal floors. "A place to actually populate, spread out, develop and refine our culture," you continue as the two of you enter the bridge. You hm softly as you move to the central station... the Raptarran hump-seats aren't <i>ideal</i> for a humanoid form, but they'll work just fine, no need to delay more important things replacing them. You straddle it as Striped Trouble moves to one of the nearby astrogation stations. "This ship may be powerful and impressive, but it's hardly where I want to start a family, let alone a race."\n\n"Hrrrrr, as if I'd want a bunch of genetic blasphemies running around inside me," RAIPE mutters in a very sulky 'sour grapes' tone.\n\n"We'll want somewhere far away from anywhere on the Raptarran conquest and scouting schedule, so that we have a few centuries to develop before the obsolete 'saurs come poking about and discover us," Striped Trouble says as he pulls up the holographic displays around him, clawed fingertips beginning to manipulate them. "... Ten is so much more useful," he murmurs under his breath, before continuing at full volume, "Luckily, this ship has an up-to-date list of all the projected scouting, intrusion, and conquest plans for the next 500 years or so. There's no reason they'd change those because of us, and they don't get changed that often anyway. Even if they do, we'd only get discovered at most a few decades sooner or later."\n\n"Alright, let's find a good one," you agree, grinning and bringing up the wormhole map, setting up a detour into some more misleading jumps that will still take you towards a 'hub' that you can use to get almost anywhere.\n\nIt takes about an hour, but eventually Striped Trouble trills softly to get your attention before sending a trio of hologaphic globes to your station. "These are the three I think have the most potential. None of them are due to get even looked at again for the next three centuries, at least. The first is a jungle world... no sentient inhabitants but a lot of flora and fauna diversity. Due to various gasses in the atmosphere, it's hot and tropical from pole to equator to pole... it's perfect for a species like us. In fact if it weren't so far from anything interesting, it probably would have become a Raptarran colony world already."\n\n"It says that there's a significant number of species that could be dangerous even to a Raptarran," you note, tapping at the little bio that came along with the image of the lush green planet.\n\n"True, but that's one of the thrilling things about it. Besides, we can do as we like... that includes not being too proud to use actual weapons and defenses against animals instead of just tooth and claw, trying to prove something. Still, you're right, there's a sufficient number of threats that we'd spend a lot of time dealing with them and have less to work on developing our new species and being ready when the old one finds us. The second planet is perhaps better for that." He has the second globe shift to the forefront of your display as he continues. "It's a little cooler than the average for a typical human-type world, so it wouldn't be particularly comfortable as far as climate goes anywhere... nowhere near enough to actually bother us, of course, just not as comfortable. The flora and fauna diversity and danger level is about the average too... some large predators, most smaller, the greatest number of species being insect life and none of that capable of actually endangering us. It's home to roughly a billion inhabitants scattered across the globe, a single species, none of its sects or races having yet reliably harnessed even electricity."\n\nYou bring up a picture of one of the inhabitants that was taken by the probe used to scan the system. It's a woman, largely human-looking, with slightly elfin ears and features that are faintly Asian but not quite. Her style of dress is modest without being completely puritan, but still doesn't hide her fairly large breasts... you wonder if all the females of this species are well-endowed or if the probe just picked one of the bigger ones to show as an example. Raptarrans do seem to like boobs, despite their own females not having any... and despite having given you little ones to start with.\n\n"That means it's unlikely the current 'tenants' would be any real problem for us," you muse. "In fact they're more of a natural resource, hm?"\n\n"Yeah, the low biodiversity and climate are the only real drawbacks. As far as material and biological resources go, the planet's a good one. And then there's the third option." He adjusts the last globe to your foreground. "High level of biological and climate diversity. Tons of resources and materials, including things that are found hardly anywhere else in the universe. Many, many different sentient species, most of them highly attractive to violate and breed with by Raptarran standards. Most of them are at a 'steel age' level of development."\n\n"It's not even that far outside of some of the other spaces they've conquered, why the hell is it marked as not even bothering to be checked in on for another half a millenium?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"It's a world where a lot of the natives can use 'magic'." At your glance, Striped Trouble shrugs. "Honestly, now that I have more of an outside perspective, I can admit this without a problem... to a certain extent, the Raptarrans are cowards. They won't try to conquer a planet or quadrant or species unless they are absolutely, totally 100% certain that they'll succeed. Obviously their pride and actual superiority means that they're that certain of almost everything, but magic is such a wild variable that we can't account for it. In some places it's powerful enough that some scrawny pubescent human can turn a Raptarran into a rabbit in less time than it would take our most advanced genetic serum to do the same, and do it from fifty feet away and with a spoken word. That sort of uncertainty is anathema to the Raptarran conquest forces, because if they tried it, there's an actual, quantifiable chance that they'd <i>lose</i>, which would throw all that certainty of absolute Raptarran supremacy right in the garbage. So they stick to safe bets like wormhole and warp-capable humanoids and leave planets like this alone, hoping for some near-cataclysmic event that would narrow the population enough to bring conquest back into the 'complete certainty' area."\n\n"Hunh." You rub your chin thoughtfully, clawtips lightly scratching over your hide. "So other than the fact that we'd likely go undisturbed for the longest time, why suggest going there?"\n\nStriped Trouble flashes you a wolfish, sharp-toothed grin. "Because fuck certainty, it sounds the most fun."\n\n... Yes, you have a very good mate. ♥ Ah, but decisions decisions. One is the most suited for living in and making lots of babies... ah, wait. "If it's only the two of us, can we really start a species?" you ask suddenly.\n\n"You're just thinking of that now?" Striped Trouble snorts. "No, it's not a problem. Raptarran genetics are naturally resistant to the genetic drift and compounding errors that many humanoid species have, and aggressively reject any genetic diseases from other races that mingle in via using them for breeding. Incest is not a problem, only timetable... for some reason, other than each other, it's pretty much only humanoids that we can use for breeding more of our own kind. So on the unpopulated world, our species will really have to come from just the two of us, and our offspring. The other two worlds would allow us to bring ourselves up to the level of a full species faster, by using the natives for breeding purposes... or, converting them like we converted ourselves, if we decided on it." He shrugs. "So don't worry about viability, our new species will be fine."\n\nHm, that's a relief. Obviously that means if you choose the jungle planet, you'll wind up breeding with your own children, and grandchildren, perhaps great-grandchildren, who knows. ... How delightfully wicked! Ahem. But anyway, looks like you have three choices. One comfortable and exciting, but unlikely to let your society advance as fast. One utterly 'middle of the road', a safe bet that will give your fledgling species the most chance to succeed with the least uncertainty... or thrill. And then there's a planet that sounds straight out of a fantasy RPG... a world of swords and sorcery, where all your ambitions and power could be fruitless in the face of one fireball cast by a cackling maniac in a leather bikini. But also the most exciting and thrilling place to begin, a true challenge to face with the science and biological power at your hands, a wealth of resources and powers even the Raptarrans don't have, and above all the most <i>interesting and exciting</i> planet to start with. Not only the most fun, but the place that would most prove your new species' dedication to doing what you want, when you want it, damn the torpedoes! ... Ah, which won't matter very much if you get fireballed before even pushing out one egg.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick the jungle planet.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Pick the "safe" planet.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Pick the magic planet.|Stripe]]

Nope, there's just too much interesting stuff here, made all the more attractive to try touching because it's been forbidden. Besides, it's all just props, right? Most of it right out of novelty stores, it looks like.\n\nSitting on a simple wooden chair is a <b>rubber chicken</b>. You guess it'd be pretty difficult to have a clown without a rubber chicken, huh?\n\nThere's the <b>master switch</b> on one wall... y'know, the one the mad scientist always throws at the climactic point of his monstrous experiment? That one's particularly tempting, since you've seen it done in movies so many times.\n\nThere's a bunch of <b>balloons and helium tank</b> sitting off in the corner. Who doesn't love balloons?

"Yessir, I wanna be a little sissy bitch," you moan, shaking your hips in eagerness at the very thought. "I don't wanna be a straight boy anymore, I wanna be a gay little cock addict!"\n\n"Mmm, you heard 'im, Klydess," Shado chuckles, scooting aside and settling back, lightly stroking his cock as he watches.\n\n"Alright, you little cunt wannabe, get up on the bed on your belly, hips on the mattress but legs off," the big horse alien rumbles, standing up and stroking his own huge shaft, making you quiver with eagerness to feel it pounding into you and destroying your attraction to girls. \n\nOf course you immediately obey, settling into the position with your cock trapped between your belly and your ass presented upwards, toes barely brushing the floor. At Klydess's further urgings, you reach back, spreading your asscheeks and displaying your recently-fucked pucker, still darkened from Shado's knot and glistening from Shado's cum. "Please," you whine, wiggling your hips.\n\n"I'll get there, I'll get there," Klydess murmurs, obviously wanting to put on a bit of a show for his watching captain as he thumps that massive pole of an equine prick against you, the underside striking against your spread hole and making you shiver. "But first I wanna hear you beg me for a little while."\n\n"Please, please sir, fuck my little straight boy ass and turn me gay," you groan, shaking your hips enticingly again. "I want you to turn me into a cock-craving little bitch, I wanna be a mewling little cum dump who thinks only about cocks!"\n\n"Mmmm, y'know I ain't gonna just turn you into a gayboy, right?" the big horseman murmurs, sliding his cock back and forth along the cleft of your ass, letting his balls thump against your much smaller ones. "I'm basically gonna make you into a permanent little limp-dicked sissy... well, you're already a failure of a man compared to us, hm? May as well make it official, donchathink?"\n\n"Yeeesssss," you groan in humiliated, ecstatic pleasure as you feel his balls thump repeatedly against yours to emphasize the size disparity over and over again. "Yes, show me what a failure I am as a man, I don't wanna be a man anymore I wanna be a bitch, please please do it! Fuck me and turn me gay, do it, do it, please!"\n\nFinally seeming satisfied, Klydess pulls back and presses that flared head to your pucker. Despite so recently being stretched and thoroughly fucked by Shado's big canine cock, it's still a long, slow stretch, leaving you shuddering and rolling your eyes ready before even the head is inside, feeling him gradually push you open until the flare finally slips in and you arch into him, crying out, your voice already taking on a more feminine register. With every inch of him that pushes into you, you can feel more of your heterosexuality being destroyed, more of your manhood being crushed, your cock getting smaller and more limp. He just keeps going, your tongue lolling out and a mindless smile curling your lips as you have your last cockgasm with a few meager spurts of cum, and your first of many assgasms, your stretched hole quivering around the powerful masculine meat filling you up.\n\n"Yeaaaah, that's it, you feel it, doncha?" Klydess rumbles smugly as he gets closer and closer to hilting in you. "Aaaand theeere we goooo," he adds as he does just that, the base of his sheath pressing up against your wide-stretched pucker, the feel of it and of his balls once more pressing up against your now even smaller and more pathetic ones making you cum again, this time entirely from your ass. You start moaning and gasping even more whorishly than when Shado fucked you as he begins to thrust, pressing you against the bed with each powerful stroke of his hips. "You're basically turning into a woman, huh, bitch? Feel that ass getting all slick and soft and turning into a pussy, feel your cock turning into a limp little clit, like you were never a man at all, huh?"\n\n"Ohhhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck sir, fuck my pussy, fuck my little bitch cunt, breed me," you whimper eagerly, indeed feeling his pounding of your hole making it all the more yielding and soft and slick with every pump into it, as if it really were becoming more like a pussy. Your limp but sensitive little cock rubs against the sheets as he pounds you into the mattress, your lewd girlish moans and pleading for more filling the room almost as much as the lewd squelching of his dick into your naughty little hole. When he finally does use you like the cumdump you are, pouring in enough to bulge your belly up some, your eyes rolling up completely as you cum hard from your ass-pussy, body twitching and bucking. Eventually you moan softly in regret as you feel him sliding out of you, only for it to turn into a moan of joy as Shado easily slides in in his place and starts giving you the same wonderful, bestial fucking he gave you earlier.\n\n"Some do take to it more than others, swear this one even looks more like a girl than when he thought he was a man, Klydess," Shado grunts as he fucks away at your newly yielding and grasping ass. "Perkier rounder ass, sleeker body, think his hair mighta even gotten a bit longer."\n\n"He took to you real good too, Captain, maybe the little bitch is just like that," the horseman chuckles as he strokes himself.\n\nEventually you're laying splayed on the bed, panting and gasping, having been used several times, your limp little cock and balls coated in cum that's leaked out of your thoroughly-fucked ass. You try to focus back in on what the men are saying as you notice their more serious tones of voice.\n\n"Alright, fun aside, let's figure out the best way to take these two royals."\n\n"What, don't wanna just walk up on 'em and order 'em to suck yer cock before following you back to a holding cell on the ship?"\n\n"Eh, sometimes these royal brats have mental defenses and shit, that might just give 'em an opportunity to go running off. Besides, it gets boring as hell taking every other bounty like that, I wanna have a little fun besides the payday. Already got my balls emptied in the new piece here, wouldn't mind something plotty or a piece of action to get blood flowing to my brain too."\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|CySW]]\n\n[["... I have an idea..."|CySW]]

"Hey, she's in the clear as long as the bounty's paid, right?" you interject, Idara snapping her head around to look at you in surprise. \n\n"Aye?" the guard says, as if he can't possibly see where you're going with this.\n\nYou reach into the pouch to rummage for the money you felt earlier, only to find it practically sliding into your hand. You bring it out and count it... huh, exactly twenty gold coins. You lean down to show them to the guard, who seems vaguely stunned, but then reaches forward and takes them carefully with his gauntleted hand, dumping them into a pouch at his belt. "We good here?" you ask as you straighten up in the saddle.\n\n"Aye. Go on in, then, but have a care not to start any more trouble," he grumbles. Guy sure is sour for someone that gets to report such a nice take to his bosses (or, alternately, keep twenty gold). Kinda makes you wonder just why it seems like he would rather have arrested Idara. Either way, both of them step aside, and you and the rather stunned woman at your side urge your horses forward.\n\nInside, the city is fairly bustling. It looks pretty much like what you'd expect from some old middle ages town, if somewhat cleaner and more colorful than the real thing probably was. There are a lot of people about... some dressed expensively, others middle of the road, still others practically in rags. Some are obviously humans of various skin colors, while others have pointy ears, or animal ears, or even fur all over their bodies. Wow, it really is like a JRPG in here you muse as you and Idara move slowly down the middle of the street, still on horseback.\n\n"Ah, thank you for that, back there," she says after a moment. She stops her horse as you get onto a somewhat less crowded avenue, prompting you to pull up slightly ahead of her. "I... honestly expected you to leave me to deal with them on my own," she admits.\n\n"Would Ardesh have done that?" you can't help but ask.\n\nShe snorts, grinning ruefully. "Without thinking twice. I told you I never liked him." She pauses, then nods. "If you want to call us even now, I can't complain. Getting back into Landharbor cleared already gives me more opportunities than I had outside."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a few more gold and bid her goodbye.|EricMF]]\n\n[[You could still use her help.|EricMF1x5]]

"Listen, I could still use some help around here," you note. "So why don't we stick together for the time being? I've still got plenty of money..." You hope. "So we should be okay to start."\n\n"You..." She blinks, then frowns. "Well, to be honest, I'm not in much of a position to turn down a chance to make a little money, especially if it doesn't involve getting another bounty fine on my head. What did you have in mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She can be your assistant.|EricMF]]\n\n[[She can be your fellow adventurer.|EricMF1x6]]

You may not be a hardcore nerd, but even you can recognize when you've been pulled into a fantasy world. That most likely means that whatever you decide to do... whether it be trying to get back to Earth, or just making a living for yourself here... will involve fighting monsters and going on adventures. Unless you want to do that completely solo, you're going to need other fighters. You consider for a moment what sort of plan to offer, then nod. "Okay, how about this. For the next week or so while we're here, I'll take care of everything... our lodging, food, all that." Which you really hope you have enough money for, but you'll just have to wing it if you don't. "Once I figure out a plan to make us some good money, I'll take a little more than half the first treasure. But after that, we'll split it fifty-fifty."\n\n"You want me to go adventuring with you?" Idara frowns thoughtfully at that.\n\n"Ah, yeah... is that not something people do here?" you ask, trying not to let the full level of your nervousness show through.\n\n"It is, though they're usually considered half-suicidal vagabonds." She pauses, glances down at herself, then eyerolls. "Mm. Because I've so successfully avoided that thus far." She sighs, then nods. "Alright, very well then, Eric. I will go questing with you."\n\n"Great!" That actually does perk you up, and you grin brightly at her. She suddenly glances away, making you worried you've offended her, so you clear your throat. "So, hey, let's find a decent place to stay." Something tickles at your brain. ... Oh right, bathing facilities in inns during this time are probably limited. They'd have like bath houses or something, right? "Actually first let's find a bath house. Y'know, for me," you hurry to add as she snaps her head back towards you and eyes you as if suspecting an insult.\n\n"... Mm. Very well, there is a... nice one this way," she says, pointing down the street. "... I've never been inside myself, which is why I assume it's nice."\n\nThe two of you soon approach a rather Roman-style building, at least you assume that from the columns and white stone and wide steps outside. There's a place to tie up the horses, and once that's done both of you head inside. There's a decent-sized lobby area with a lot of benches, with some people lingering about, either waiting for someone and something before going in, or, to judge by their flushed skin and satisfied airs, simply relaxing a bit before leaving. Behind a long marble counter is a girl with rabbit ears poking up from the top of her head, and a truly impressive pair of tits barely covered by her toga-like garment.\n\n"Welcome to the Garden of Refreshment!" she chirps, smiling brightly despite her nose wrinkling a little bit, probably in response to one or both of you. "Will you be enjoying what we have to offer today?"\n\n"Ah, yeah." You step up to the counter, resting a hand on it and trying not to stare at either what's above or below her head. "Two, please."\n\n"Heheh, we only have segregated bathing here, sir, so that's what I assume you mean," the counter girl replies with a saucy wink. You hope Idara doesn't notice how much you blush. "Alright, sir, we have our basic package, our deluxe care package..." She lowers her voice to a sensual coo as she leans forward, in a motion obviously designed to make those big boobs of hers wobble and practically fall out of her pseudotoga. "And of course, for the male customers we have our 'special service' package."\n\nUm. Wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lead me not into temptation!|EricMF1x7]]\n\n[[Yes Special Service absolutely yes 100%.|EricMF]]

"Um. Thank you, sir," you try, deciding the respectful approach might be best at this point. \n\n"There y'go!" Herschel chirps cheerfully, scooping his hands under your arms to lift you up and set you back on the changing table. You don't find yourself paralyzed this time, but you decide to stay mostly so as Herschel goes through the process of pulling out a diaper-like garment covered in cartoon robots. He brings your legs together and lifts your ass, sliding it into place before lowering you onto it and swinging your legs wide again to bring it up and fasten it. It still looks pretty much like the old diaper, just with the robots on it... maybe a little thinner and very slightly less noisy as you move. He also brings out a baby blue t-shirt with a fluffy lamb on the front of it and helps you with putting it on. You sigh as he picks you up to carry you again, but suppose any slight improvement is better than none.\n\nHerschel carries you into another room and sets you down. This one is filled with sized-up toddler furniture and toys, including some more of those oversized plush toys, several teddy bears, a giraffe, and an elephant. Except you notice that several of these have either plush cocks attached to them or jutting rubber dildos in the same place. If that's what the toys laying around are like, you have to wonder what's in the colorful toy chest up against one wall. Herschel sets you down in roughly the center of the room. "Now you have fun! I'll be back after m'shift's over!" He turns and heads back out, closing the door behind him.\n\nYou glance around. The room is, as noted, filled with toddler-level toys, some of them sized up for you, the perverted plushies, and the toy chest. There's also the door Herschel left through, and another door in a different wall, this one reading 'Group Play Room' in colorful rounded letters. You seem to have been left unsupervised... but then, it's not as if you're an actual baby.\n\nSo... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You're in a perverted playroom. Time for some perverted play!|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Check out the group play room.|HaroldHorse18x5]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HaroldHorse]]

Deciding you can't take another night exactly like the last one, you attempt to nod and find that you can. "Glad t'hear it!" Herschel chirps, lifting you up off the changing table. He turns and shifts you to lower you onto your hands and knees, your muscles automatically adjusting to take your weight as you're no longer paralyzed. Herschel moves over to sit on one of the beanbags the room is equipped with and settles on it, sitting back and spreading his legs, his cock jutting up into the air. "Well, get on over here and prove it!"\n\nThe implication isn't exactly lost on you. Still, you had a sense it would be something like this. You start crawling over to the mascot, your limp cock swaying between your legs as you move, though it's quickly stiffening up again with the paralyzing effect of the table gone. By the time you arrive at Herschel, it's jutting at an angle below your belly. Herschel reaches forward to grasp the pacifier and pop it out of your mouth as you look up at him, and you shift your jaw a little at having it out for the first time in awhile. But you know what you're here to do and lean forward, dragging your tongue up the underside of the massive fake equine dong. There's the faint taste of cherries... must be from the baby wipes. You don't have any experience with this, but you've seen porn, so you at least have a general idea, licking up the sides and shaft of the cock again and again, that goofy, grinning mascot head just looking down at you with the exact same expression as you do, making a few rather goofy moans and encouraging noises. You even duck down and lick at the big round molded foam rubber balls, finding them stiff and unyielding, but producing a few moans as you lick them.\n\nStill, after awhile of licking and no sign of it ending, you realize what you'll have to do. You lick your way up to the tip, then take a deep breath as you press your mouth to the tip and then start pushing forward. You're surprised by how easy it is to push your mouth down over the thick thing, but then it did slide into your ass surprisingly easily, too. Despite it being your first time, the mascot's prick slides down your throat almost effortlessly as you push yourself down. Herschel moans lowly, then reaches over to turn on a nearby radio almost as if having had an afterthought. Chirpy toddler-age music starts issuing forward as your throat bulges with the equine cock flare sliding down it... well, that's just great.\n\nYou just keep going though, until your lips press against the brown foam rubber sheath at the bottom of Herschel's cock, amazed at being able to do this, your throat squeezing and swalloing around the whole length. You raise back up, then slip back down, sucking on about half of the thing at a go, letting that much slide in and out of your mouth. Eventually Herschel rises up, his big toon-gloved hands gripping the sides of your head to guide you fully back up onto all fours, his legs bent so he can start fucking your face while some chirpy song about a bay where watermelons grow issues from the pink and pastel blue radio. Giving in to temptation, you reach down with one hand and start jerking your stiff cock, moaning around the foam rubber cock pumping into your throat. Herschel reaches forward, stroking and rubbing over your trim bare ass as he thrusts into your mouth, his stiff foam rubber balls occasionally thumping against your chin.\n\nFinally you feel him thrust forward and hold it there as he gives a goofy almost laughing moan, a hot feeling filling your belly as he apparently cums in you. Part of you is surprised that you're not having any trouble breathing as he just stays there for longer and longer, but most of your brain is concerned with your orgasm, your eyes rolled up towards that silly mascot face as you spurt long ropes of milky cum across the anti-stain carpet. Eventually, Herschel pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving it swaying above your head as he stands up. "Now there's a good kiddo! Now, what do you say we get you dressed up and take you to a playroom for the day?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank you, sir.|HaroldHorse18x4]]\n\n[[Thank you, daddy.|HaroldHorse19x1]]

In the end, "being a teenage boy" overrides any better sense or other ideas, as is so often the case. You slide your hand under the elastic band of the diaper and wrap your fingers around your stiff prick, starting to jerk yourself. The sound of your own moans mingles with the low popping sounds of you sucking on the pacifier and the crinkling of the diaper as your fist moves inside of it. You writhe lightly, bare back and legs rubbing against the cool, slightly slick surface of the crib's pad, padded ass occasionally jerking up towards your own strokes. Your prick throbs in your hand, and you honestly can't remember ever being this hard or this turned on... maybe it's the very insanity of the situation that's doing it!\n\nYou find your mind wandering to the events of the day, of laying helplessly on the table and being moved around by Herschel like a babydoll, naked and shown off to him. As if just to prove what a pervert you are, your cock throbs all the harder in your hand, heaping extra humiliation on the already degrading thoughts. Soon you find yourself moaning around your pacifier as your cock spurts thick splashes of cum against the absorbant lining of the diaper, smearing it across your hand. You slump, panting, hand still shoved in your diaper. While you would have expected your desire to trail off, probably into shame, after your release... you find your cock still throbbing in your hand, your urges not sated in the slightest. Groaning lowly, you start stroking your cum-smeared prick again, diaper seeming louder than ever in its noises as your hand moves inside it.\n\nYou cum again soon, but still find yourself unable to calm down or rest. Driven to find different positions in the hopes that some extra pleasure will finally slake this heat, you roll onto your front on the crib pad and shift up onto your knees, diapered ass sticking up in the air as you jerk yourself again, thrusting your hips down into the strokes of your hand. Your white plastic covered butt wobbles around as you fuck down into your hand, cheek rubbing against the rubber mat as you jerk your dick again and again. Eventually you spill another load against the diaper's lining, knowing some of it must be getting soaked up or it would be a much gooier mess inside.\n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you spend like that, occasionally catching snatches of sleep in between multiple orgasms. You go to sleep hard and wake up hard, hand almost automatically sliding back into your diaper to start stroking your aching dick again. At one point you flump across the side of the teddy bear, feeling its soft fur rubbing against your belly and chest and nipples as you lay supported by its belly, diapered ass wiggling in the air again as you jerk your cock supported by the plush as if it were a pillow. \n\nEventually, the lights in the room click on, awakening you from one of your sporadic fits of sleep. You blink sleepily, too dazed to struggle or fight as Herschel swings down the side of the crib and scoops you up. He carries you to the nursery's own changing table this time and lays you on it, and finally you feel a bit of relief as your constantly hard cock goes as limp as the rest of you does. He undoes the diaper and drops it in the bin, and without comment uses a baby wipe to clean up your cum-smeared cock, balls, and belly, a rush of pleasure running through you at the touches on your sensitive, if unreacting, flesh. You'd expect Herschel to pull out another diaper to put on you, but instead he reaches up to undo the clasps of his overalls and lets them drop.\n\nA truly impressive pink horsedick made of the same material as the rest of his vaguely-defined body flops out, swaying stiffly in the air in front of him. Your eyes widen as he lifts your legs and brings them together as if he were going to lift you up to put another diaper on you, but instead you feel the blunt, flared head of his dick come to rest against your pucker. "Mmf! Mmf!" you call around the pacifier, your protesting noises turning into a long, low moan as he pushes his cock into you with surprising ease despite its size. The fat foam rubber thing spreads you open and feels amazing as it pushes deep into your previously virgin ass, stretching you around its smooth, mostly featureless length. He just keeps smoothly pushing in until you can feel the bulge of the molded sheath at the base of it, then begins rocking his hips, fucking you against the thin pad of the changing table. You keep moaning around the bulb of the pacifier as he pumps his mascot cock into your butt, though despite feeling amazing, your cock remains as limp as the rest of your body, flopping lightly against your crotch with the impacts of his hips.\n\nEventually Herschel lets out a long, goofy-sounding groan as he thrusts forward and floods your ass with something thick and gooey-feeling. Your eyes roll up some and the sucking on your pacifier turns frantic as you have your first assgasm, your body shuddering slightly as you cum, a slight spurt of cream escaping your limp dick to smear across your belly. Herschel thrusts into you a few more times, as if to make sure he's got all of his load out, before pulling out slowly, his still-stiff foam rubber horsecock popping free and wobbling around dripping cum. Snagging another baby wipe, he efficiently cleans up first himself, then grabs another to wipe up the goo dripping out of your ass and your own cum smeared on your belly.\n\n"Now," Herschel drawls. "If y'wanna be a good li'l boy instead of a bad baby, maybe I can see fit ta givin' ya some, say... pullups, at least. Ta show yer makin' progress. If not, well, it's another diaper and right back in you go."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good boy.|HaroldHorse18x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HaroldHorse]]

"You're a complete psycho!" you shout. Or rather try to. It just comes out as a muffled bunch of incoherent syllables around the pacifier. Still, your tone seems to come across pretty well, since you stomp your foot along with it and try to charge past him and get out the door.\n\nUnfortunately Herschel is way more fast and dextrous than anyone in a bulky mascot costume has any right to be, and he easily bends and scoops an arm around your middle, lifting you up off the ground as if you weighed almost nothing. You kick and flail madly for a few moments as he turns and carries you out of the room, but soon find yourself going as limp as a ragdoll, just like before. You slump bonelessly in the mascot's grip as he carries you down the hall and back into the changing room you saw earlier. You have a fairly good idea what's coming, but still flush furiously as he sets you back on the changing table and tugs your shoes and socks off. As expected, your jeans follow, tugged off with a few crinkling noises as the denim slides over the plastic of your diaper, but this time he also lifts you up and pulls your shirts off, dropping them into a garbage pail located next to the table, which you catch a glimpse of the rest of your clothes in before he lowers you back onto the table.\n\nThen those big-gloved hands go to work undoing your diaper, revealing your gone-limp dick and lifting your trim teenage ass off the table to slide the diaper out of the way and drop it into the bin, replacing it with a fresh one. More crinkling noises and once again the odd feeling of that absorbant inner lining against your ass and dick as it's fastened into place. Herschel picks you up and, this time wearing nothing but the diaper, you're again carried out of the changing room. But rather than taking you back to the Time Out room, he carries you into another one that's made up in more typical fashion for a nursery, though as expected some of the accoutrements are very much sized up, including a crib that's even larger than expected. He moves over to it and swings one of the tall sides down, before setting your limp, helpless form on the padded plastic mat inside. "Maybe you're so grumpy 'cause you're tired. Once baby has a nap, we'll see how he's feeling," the yokel mascot pronounces as he swings the bars of the crib back up and then turns to trot out, flicking off the light as he goes, leaving the room dimly lit by a leering clown nightlight plugged into one socket.\n\nYou lay humiliated on the mat of the crib for a minute or two before you can feel yourself able to move. Scrambling up to your feet, feeling the cushy plastic mat sink under your weight, you take a quick look around. There's not much in the crib, pretty much just you and an oversized pink teddy bear that's probably slightly bigger than you are. The whole thing is the size of a small room all to itself, and even stretching your hands up and standing on tiptoe won't let you even come close to grasping the top rail of the crib's side. You grab the bars and try to haul yourself up, but your hands and feet slide down the slick blue plastic as if it were lubed up. After spending some time stretching, jumping, and trying to climb, you finally admit defeat and flump back to lay down on the mat again, huffing around the pacifier.\n\nThe mat is oddly comfy, even if the slick feel of it does remind you it's probably meant not to soak up liquids, which just reminds you that you've been diapered, as if the quiet sound of plastic moving didn't do that every time you moved, or the feel of it padding your ass and hugged around your waist. Above the crib is a mobile bearing small likenesses of the various mascots, including the well-endowed cow lady. As perhaps the ultimate humiliation, you can feel yourself starting to get turned on again. Maybe it's the unique feel of the diaper against your cock and balls, maybe it's being practically naked and alone in a strange place, but whatever it is your shaft is soon achingly hard, pressing against the inside of the disposable diaper enough to make a bulge in the front.\n\nMore as a test than anything else, you slide a hand down and spend a few moments experimentally tugging and wiggling at it. Any attempts to push it down or pull open the tabs meet with failure, your hands refusing to even move when they make the motions. But you can manage to slip a thumb under the waistband and find that it stretches some when you do so... it looks like you could theoretically at least get a hand inside. Without really thinking, you squeeze the bulge of your cock through the diaper, your muffled moan overlapping with the sound of the thin plastic covering as the inner layer presses around your aching hardon.\n\nShould you really jerk off in this insane situation, though? Wouldn't that be sort of... giving in to the craziness?\n\n<hr>\n[[Who cares, do it.|HaroldHorse18x2]]\n\n[[No way, resist the urge.|HaroldHorse]]

"How about for right now, we call a truce? You don't try to kill me, and I won't kill you." You step back a little, frowning. You've got a lot of questions about what exactly is going on, but she doesn't really look like she has a lot of answers. Heck, she looks half-starved. "Why did you attack me, anyway?"\n\n"You looked like a rich merchant from far off," she grumbles, slowly sitting up from her sprawl. "Ardesh thought you'd be an easy mark, some aristocrat who wandered off from his bodyguards and got lost. He always was an idiot."\n\nYou can't help but glance towards the corpse, feeling just a little bad for him that he's dead and being trash-talked by his own sister. Well, half-sister. 'Who is absolutely right.' Okay you're going to have to address that at some point too, but not now. "So it wasn't personal or anything, you weren't looking for me specifically?"\n\n"Well it wasn't personal." Her own eyes wander towards Ardesh's body, then back to you, her lips curling in a sheepish grin as she sees your eyes narrow. "Still not personal! His own fault!"\n\n"... Alright, well. If all you want is money..." Wait, do you have any money? Especially money for this place? 'Yes.' ... Okay, creepy but handy. "Then let's make a deal. Show me the way to a city or something, and I'll give you some."\n\n"I... are you asking me to be your <i>guide</i>, after all this?!" she says, staring.\n\n"I'm, uh... not from around here," you mutter, trying not to let how overwhelming that understatement is. "And I might actually be a little lost. So look, I know it's weird, but let's try and put this behind us, alright? You show me the way to the city, I'll give you some gold, and we'll call it all square, how's that?"\n\n"... I suppose I can't argue with the fairness of it," she says slowly. She blinks a little when you lower your sword and offer her your hand instead, but after a moment she grips it and pulls herself to her feet. "I'm Idara," she adds after a moment.\n\n'Nice to meet you' doesn't seem to really fit, so you just respond with "I'm Eric." You find a pouch on the side of one of your belts towards the back that has some cloths in it (and you think you bump against what feels like coins when you take one out, so there's a relief), and wipe the blood off your sword before sheathing it. You watch a little warily as Idara retrieves her own sword and just shoves it through her belt before moving over to her brother's body. She yanks off the little necklace he's wearing, then heads for her horse where it's standing cropping grass. "Uh... did you want to bury him, or...?"\n\n"No point, that's not what we do," she grunts as she swings into the saddle. "Besides, he decided on the course of action that would turn him into meat for the crows, let him ride it out."\n\nYikes. Pragmatic but a little scary, you get the sense she's not much for sentiment. You wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe they really just weren't that close after all. You make your way over to the other horse and find that mounting up is just as easy as swordfighting. Soon the two of you are riding at an even pace down the road, scenery passing by in a fairly dull routine. You have a lot of questions... but can't quite figure out how to strike up a conversation with Idara, considering... everything. You don't seem to be having any particularly loud thoughts anymore either, so it's sort of hard to pursue that line of inquiry. So you ride along in silence, just the jingling of bits and pieces of armor and saddles, the huffing and grunting of horses, and the thump of hooves on the earth marking the journey.\n\nAfter some time, you see something coming over the horizon... city walls, you think? It's some sort of blue stone, you think, slightly curved, meandering off for quite a distance on either side of the road. Must be a pretty big city. As the two of you approach the gate, the two fully armored guards move to stand in front of you, shifting their longspears slightly. "What business have you in Landharbor?" one of them demands.\n\n"Just coming through for food and a stay," Idara replies stiffly.\n\nBefore you can back up her story, the other guard speaks up. "Hey, I know you... you were in a brawl in the Blind Goat three weeks ago! You've got an outstanding bounty of twenty gold on you!"\n\n"Twenty gold?! Ou-outrageous!" she splutters.\n\n"Double the fine for evading charges! Pay up or we'll clap you in irons here and now, girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her and go inside.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Pay her fine for her.|EricMF1x4]]\n\n[[Pay her twenty-one gold for her help and go inside.|EricMF]]

What you'd been missing earlier clicks. When you first got here, you were holding the sword the entire time those thoughts kept popping up. After that, you'd sheathed it, and only ever touched its sheath or the belt, not the sword itself. "Ah... sorry," you say out loud, sinking to sit on the bench while still holding the grip. "... I sort of don't know what's going on."\n\n'Yes, I know. The only way I can communicate with you is by being inside your head, so I'm pretty up to speed on these things. Don't worry, I don't go picking around willy-nilly,' the your-mental-voice-but-not adds as you start a little. 'I've just gotten enough from surface thoughts that I know what's happened.'\n\n"So, do you..." You pause, then deliberately think, <i>So do you know what's happened to me?</i>\n\n'Not specifically. There are times where gods or demons or even mortal forces can summon people from other worlds into this one, in order to accomplish some agenda of theirs. That could be what happened to you... but if you're asking who exactly did it and how, I don't have a clue.'\n\n<i>Are you saying I'm some Chosen One? That only I can-</i>\n\n'Don't be stupid.' You get the distinct impression of a derisive snort on the end of that. 'And put your clothes on, we can discuss this when you're not unsheathed.'\n\nBlushing a little, you redress, luckily easily figuring out how to fasten all of the odd armor bits and decorations back on. Settling your hand on the pommel of the sword in a way you hope looks casual, you listen to the internal voice as you walk back through the halls.\n\n'While ideally they'd want a mortal from another world with special skills or knowledge, that's not necessary to their plan at all, usually... especially since summoning is so random. No, what they want is your fate, or rather, your lack of it. Any line of fate you had was severed once you're brought to this world, as is the fate of the body you're summoned into... though no one knows for sure, a lot of people suspect they swap places. That means you're the ultimate wild card in the game the higher forces are playing with each other... you're a piece that can move however many spaces and in whatever direction it wants, while the others are stuck following their own movement rules.'\n\nYou frown thoughtfully. <i>I don't quite get that. If you're saying it's like chess but I'm a piece that can break the rules... either I could go right to the 'king' and win automatically without anyone getting in my way, or it doesn't matter what I do because everyone else just keeps playing the game like normal.</i>\n\n'I appreciate you trying to follow the metaphor, kid, but don't get so caught up in the chess thing. Think of yourself more like a virus. A chaos virus.' You can almost hear a chuckle in your head at your startlement. 'Because the more you interact with other people, the more you knock them out of their own little fated paths. Bump into them once or twice, you might just nudge them a little in a new direction. Keep bumping into them, it might send them on a whole new course. And of course, keep them close by you, and eventually they won't be playing by the rules either.'\n\nYou consider that, then feel a little fear go through you. <i>Hey, uh... sword...</i>\n\n'Kaziel. My name's Kaziel. And no, you won't hurt Idara by adventuring with her, any more than she was likely to get hurt before anyway. She wasn't exactly on a good path of fate before as it was... she can't be much worse off by going off the rails. Hey, trust me,' Kaziel adds, obviously sensing your uncertainty. 'I'm bound to see to the betterment of my owner. I don't give bad advice or bullshit you. And while it was a hell of a gamble to start off, kid...'\n\nYou stop in the lobby, glancing around for Idara. Then you stare as someone starts walking towards you, and you realize your eyes passed right over her at least once. It's not that there's such a huge change, but... her tangled, matted hair has been washed and brushed out until it's thick and straight down her back, with two long braids that drape over her shoulders. Her dark caramel-colored skin is almost glowing with the warmth of the bath and being cleaned of all the thickly-smudged dirt that had been coating practically every inch of it before. Though her leathers are still tattered and worn, it looks like someone's cleaned them and patched them up as much as possible in the time available, to make them more presentable if not more combat-worthy. She stops in front of you, smelling faintly of flowers and cinnamon, then shifts a little back and forth on her feet. "... What?" \n\n"Ah, n-nothing, you just... look like you enjoyed your bath," you answer, grinning sheepishly.\n\n'... I think she's going to be for your betterment. We've gotta work on your social skills, though.'\n\n<i>Yeah, okay, good luck,</i> you think a little sourly as Idara suddenly looks away again, though you're answered with a sort of mental sigh and the sense of an adult dealing with a kid who just can't get it. Flushing even more in annoyance, you slip your hand to rest on the sheath instead, the feeling disappearing. \n\nThe two of you head outside and remount your horses. Apparently most of the inns Idara's familiar with were 'rat traps', but she says she asked someone inside for a low-priced suggestion. "Which means it's probably still expensive, but it's what people who bathe at that place often think is affordable," she says with a snort.\n\nThe inn does seem pretty nice when you get there, with someone coming out to take your horses and indicate where you should go inside. The innkeeper is apparently an older man, who mostly looks surprised when you say you want two rooms, but tells you the price for a week's rent and shows you upstairs. The room's pretty simple, but looks clean and comfortable enough... a single bed, a small dresser with a basin and pitcher on it, and a chair. That's pretty much it, but you guess you don't exactly need a desk and the wifi password do you? Idara hesitates briefly at the door to her room, then simply clears her throat. "I'll... see you downstairs for dinner, he said it was in about an hour." Then she disappears inside.\n\nSighing, you sit down on the edge of the bed, resting your hand on the pommel of your sword again. "I don't think she can stand to look at me because I killed her brother," you murmur aloud, keeping your voice down so that it hopefully won't carry through the wall.\n\nA mental snort. 'Don't be a complete fool. She wants you.'\n\n"... Oh c'mon. We've known each other like a day and the first thing I did was kill a member of her family!"\n\n'In fair, upright combat. And he apparently got them into that situation to start with. I've been around awhile, I think she means it when she says she's at peace with it. If you'd handled things more poorly directly afterwards, she might have held a grudge, but I don't think she's someone who's seen a lot of kindness in life. She'd probably be quite willing if you went to her room now and got a bit forward.'\n\n"You're putting me on."\n\n'I told you I wouldn't do something that's not in your best interest. Though, that said, I should add a minor warning.' You blink and glance down at the sword as Kaziel continues. 'I can tell you haven't had a lot of love and affection going for you in your own life, kid. Two people like that who find each other and come together in a particularly hectic time in their lives... you'll wind up clinging. In fact, fair chance you won't want to risk anything. You're both young, fit, and there's enough money in that pouch for you to buy a little shop with an apartment over it and live the rest of your lives quietly in this city. And I have a hunch that's exactly what you'd wind up doing. Call it informed guesswork from many, many years of being passed from adventurer to adventurer.'\n\n"... I..." The thought of settling down to start a family seems like such an alien concept... and yet you can feel your face heat and your mouth curl a little. "I mean... would that be so bad?"\n\n'No, which is why I'm not advising against it. But be careful, kid. You never know what kind of regrets you might have, cutting your story short after the prologue. Too... you're not bound by fate right now. Doesn't mean that whoever set the plot in motion won't try and still get theirs somehow.'\n\nThat's... sort of a lot to think about, all attached to the idea of going next door and... well, at the very least kissing the attractive woman who supposedly has the hots for you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go next door.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Stay put.|EricMF]]

You tap the 'Personality Alterations' option, grinning a bit as Tifa freezes in place. Looks like the world goes on 'Pause' when you use the menu, that's useful. A new list of options pops up, offering you a variety of ways to twist the busty barmaid's personality around. Looks like whoever programmed this was definitely having a lot of fun with debug mode, because you can't see how most of these would ever be relevant if you tried to play the game, even if it is a sex game.\n\n<hr>\n[["Compliant".|FF7X4x2]]\n\n[["Slutty".|FF7X19x1]]\n\n[["Lesbian".|FF7X]]\n\n[["Lesbian Rapist".|FF7X]]\n\n[["Punk".|FF7X]]

Hm, 'compliant'... so that means she'll just do what's asked of her, but with no other changes to her personality or anything? That could be fun! You tap that option, and watch as the menus close and Tifa goes back into motion. Nothing seems to have changed... oh, wait, you have to actually try something first, right?\n\n"Hey, Tifa, show me your tits," you try.\n\n"Sure," she answers breezily, as if you'd asked her to hand you the salt at dinner. She straightens up and turns towards you, pulling up her shirt and letting the heavy globes drop free of it, bouncing and swaying until they settle into place, amazingly firm and full for their size... but then, she is something of an ideal. She smiles at you as if it weren't at all odd to be standing with her tits out in the middle of her bar in the middle of the day. "That enough?" she asks after a few seconds.\n\n"Uh, sure," you reply, still a little stunned. She nods and tugs her shirt back down, turning back to her cleaning as if nothing had happened. Wow, no hesitation, no acting weird, she just... does as asked. That's pretty cool.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play with her for awhile.|FF7X4x3]]\n\n[[Find someone else to try it on.|FF7X]]

Walking over to Tifa, you lean in and press up behind her, reaching around to grab her tits with both hands and start slowly kneading them. She gives a soft, faintly pleasant 'mmf' noise, but otherwise doesn't interrupt what she's doing, though her motions do rub her ass against your crotch a bit.\n\n"Hey, Tifa, let's do something," you suggest.\n\n"Sure, what?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Strip down and blow me."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Let's go upstairs."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Let's do something really perverse."|FF7X4x4]]

"Perverse? Alright," she answers breezily, as if you'd suggested something perfectly agreeable but not particularly spectacular to have for lunch. "What?"\n\nAh, that's the question. It seems she'll do pretty much anything you say with a smile on her face, which is why you suggested doing something particularly dirty. But what dirtiness to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use her as a toilet.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Have her fuck a dog.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Visit the playground.|FF7X4x5]]

You begin to suggest something, then consider and step back to open your menu, Tifa freezing in place as you start looking through it.\n\nEventually you find a menu called 'Area Control', which among other things includes a 'Do Not Disturb' toggle. Turning that on will make it so that no one will enter the general area you're in until you either leave or turn it off, making sure that whatever you do won't be interrupted. Boy, that's a handy thing to have, sure wouldn't want to do lewd stuff in public without that option or people would probably sneak up on you all the time like ninjas. You add that to your quick menu, and browse some of the other options before nodding in satisfaction that you should be able to pull off your idea.\n\nTelling Tifa to lead the way to the playground area that's between the sectors, you follow along behind her, smirking to yourself. When the two of you arrive, it's only a small handful of kids of both genders and a pretty wide age gap, including toddlers, most of them with their parents. Well, you can fix that. You open up the Area Control menu, the playground occupants freezing in place, and start messing with the 'NPC Spawn Rates'.\n\nFirst of all, set female spawn rate to zero. Same for parent spawn rate. Then go to the age range for boys and set it to a range where they'd be at least starting to get curious about girls. (Besides at that age they could likely be sent to the playground on their own, it's more realistic that way.) Then you up the spawn rate in general, before hitting 'Refresh Area'.\n\nThere's an odd <i>blip</i> effect as the menu automatically closes, with the majority of the current inhabitants disappearing. The playground in general becomes far more noisy and active as it's suddenly populated by more than a dozen boisterous boys all running around, shouting and carrying on. Grinning, you lean in and whisper in Tifa's ear, to which she nods serenely and walks forwards towards the playground proper, while you set the Do Not Disturb toggle on.\n\n"Oh hey! It's the neesan from Sector Seven!" one of the boys calls, at which a number of them start crowding around. Tifa's apparently pretty popular even in the nearby areas... she does seem like the sort that would give out candy to kids, huh? You grin at the thought that she's about to give them a lot more as the crowd of boys starts clamoring for Tifa's attention, while some of the others largely ignore the ruckus and others watch curiously from the sidelines.\n\n"Hello, everyone. Neesan came to play, so I hope you don't mind?" Tifa asks, to which there's an immediate outcry of eagerness. Which turns to some shocked noises and stares as Tifa pulls up her top, bare breasts dropping free and wobbling as she pulls it up and off. Every boy there is left staring, most with open mouths, as she tosses the shirt aside and starts undoing her belt, wiggling both her skirt and panties down and slipping out of them. Still smiling almost serenely, she squats down, balancing on her tiptoes and swinging her legs out, displaying her pink pussy to the crowd of boys and settling her ass onto her heels, hands resting on her knees. "For this game, you can do whatever you want to me. So don't be shy!"\n\nA number of glances are exchanged. Clearly none of them is quite sure how to deal with this development, but all of them are clearly interested. It takes a moment, but two brave souls step forward, reaching out to start fondling Tifa's large, bare tits, fingers exploring and squeezing at her, pinching at her stiff nipples as she makes soft, subdued noises of pleasure. Both boys jump a little when Tifa's hands move to unzip the front of their shorts, but soon both are moaning and more eagerly kneading her tits as the martial artist's hands wrap around their stiff young pricks and start stroking.\n\nApparently taking that as confirmation that she's serious, the other boys quickly start stripping out of their own shorts and pants, some discarding their shirts as well, and come crowding in closer around Tifa. Eager young hands start stroking over every bit of her they can reach, rubbing at her sides, her hips, the full, round curve of her ass. Exploring fingers stroke at her dripping pussy and even push into her ass, leaving Tifa wriggling and cooing as the center of attention, hands moving from one sleek slender pole to the next, fondling soft smooth balls, leaning forward to exchange heated, deep kisses with shivering, blushing boys.\n\nOf course, you gave her pretty clear instructions, and soon she obeys them by pushing one of the boys over onto his back and moving to straddle him. Her tits press down against his face, leaving his long moan of delight muffled as she sinks her pussy onto his stiff, pre-dripping prick, claiming his virginity in one smooth stroke. Tifa begins bouncing her hips, rocking her body to keep her tits pressing against his face with her movements, still making subdued coos of delight. Of course it doesn't take too long for some of the other boys to get the idea, one moving in behind her, small hands rubbing over her large ass before he guides himself to her pucker and pushes inside, throwing back his head and moaning. Another boy moves in front, lifting up his shirt to leave Tifa with plenty of room to wrap her lips around his prick, her fingers forming a ring around the base of it as she looks up at his flushed face, his eyes closed and teeth worrying his lower lip.\n\nYou lean back against the mog-head jungle gym, fishing out your own stiff prick and stroking it idly as the group of boys around Tifa clamors for the others to hurry up and finish so they can have their turn. Soon enough both the ones up top do, pulling away a bit reluctantly with now damp young cocks still as stiff and eager as ever, and giving you a brief glimpse that Tifa's pussy has a nice thick churned mingling of boycum and girlcum on it as well. The boy underneath her doesn't get a chance to swap out, however, as two more quickly move in to start fucking her ass and mouth, slender hips slapping against her big round ass, at the other end lips parting wide enough to slide a hairless sack into her mouth along with the rest of the boy's cock.\n\nYou're fairly certain that between youthful stamina and this being a porn game, the boys could fuck Tifa practically forever. And of course, with her set to Compliant, she'd be perfectly fine with that. Still, you want to get off too, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just keep enjoying the view.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Take a turn.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Snag one of the boys.|FF7X]]]\n\n[[Set all of them to Compliant.|FF7X]]

Spotting a rack of longcoats vaguely similar to the one you had, you point at it. "Hey, do you think I could get one of those?"\n\nValecia blinks, looking a bit startled at the request at all as she raises her head, even before she looks over. She visibly blanches a little. "Those? Those are more than a starter sword!"\n\nThat makes you grimace a little too. "Um, yeah, about that, I had a <i>really nice</i> sword and I just think I'd, y'know, be able to contribute more to the group if I had something closer to that quality instead of..." You trail off, then gesture vaguely at the sword at her own hip.\n\nValecia's mouth opens and closes silently several times. Then her face goes a little red like before. "... Yes, you know, I think I can dig deep in my pockets and do something like that for you," she says evenly, turning and marching away. Her step is just firm enough that the skirt flips up in back, giving a flash of pale white curve. You blush as you realize she apparently was going without panties.\n\n'But hey, sounded like she was alright with it,' you console yourself. 'Maybe she sees me as leader material or something?' You are the isekai protagonist, after all, it only makes sense.\n\nA few moments later, Valencia returns with an armful of folded clothes. "Here we go, I've already paid for all of it. If you don't like anything you may sell it back, although the shopkeep did say that he would pay only coppers on the silver," she says, lifting the bundle.\n\nSmiling gratefully and confidently, you hold your arms out to accept it. She plunks it down, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that on top of the bundle is what looks like a pleated skirt and a pair of black satin panties. "Uh," you murmur, the smile dropping off your face.\n\n"I believe this outfit is usually called the 'Sword Princess Starter Special'," Valecia declares evenly. "I suppose the shopkeep gave me a good price on it hoping to see me in it, but I made sure to get it in your size. Please, feel free to come find us once you've gotten dressed. Oh, and your weapon, milady," she adds acidly, slapping a thin, elegant rapier with a decidedly feminine filagree-style handle down atop the stack of clothing. "Oh, and since you have such lovely clothing now, you won't need this," she adds, grabbing one of the ties of your undergarment and yanking it, making you yelp as it unfurls. She nods firmly as you stand there, for the moment too shocked to really react to being stripped in the middle of the store, before she spins on her heel to stalk away.\n\nYou're left staring after her with a slack jaw, then looking down at the stack of girls' clothing in your arms. ... Yeah apparently you really stepped in it, to the point of her actually willing to spend money to spite you. And from the sound of it, if you sold them, you probably wouldn't even get enough to purchase any other gear. Sort of squinching down and trying to hide your shame without dropping anything, you look from the door to the curtained-off dressing room, trying to decide what to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sell the clothes.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Wear the clothes.|EricMF9x13]]

Hanging your head and accepting the price for your arrogance, you turn and shuffle your way quickly into the dressing room.\n\nYou start by putting on the... the panties. They're essentially identical to "modern" panties in every way, just simple, solid black satin that stretches as you slide it on, settling high on your hips and up into the cleft of your ass, hugging the bulge of your cock in front. Squirming a little, you next put on the shirt, or rather, the blouse. When laced up the front it seems to naturally hug and slightly constrict your middle even without much attempt to tighten the laces... once it's on and fully done up, it's got your waist squeezed enough and your chest lifted up enough that it both emphasizes the more slender parts of your build and gives you the faint ghost of an impression of very small breasts. You discover that there are thigh-high stockings, too, and after a bit more waffling over whether to yield and wear them or set them aside, you give in and slide them on, tugging them up and into place, the material similarly modern-seeming and able to hug your legs tightly and give them the appearance of more feminine curvature.\n\nWith the blouse hugging your waist the skirt fits, of course, draping over your rear and hips alluringly and leaving some space between its hem and the top of the stockings. You have achieved zettai ryoukai, it seems, rather than having a girlfriend with it. Shaking your head mournfully, you pull on the thin, pretty brown leather knee-high boots, which have heels just raised enough that when you stand they make you shift your legs and arch your back a little, subtly emphasizing your ass and chest. Even when you buckle on the thin swordbelt of the rapier, it settles low on one hip and rides high on the other, giving them the appearance of more ladylike roundure.\n\nYou walk out of the room, doing your best to adjust to the heeled boots, and stop in front of a mirror. You're a little aghast at how almost instantly, even <i>you</i> mistook yourself for a girl until you processed it. You were already apparently rather on the slender and pretty-boy side before, but with the clothes doing everything they can to give you a girlish body shape, you absolutely do look like one. Even your hair, after your attempt at washing it and allowing it to dry on its own, seems to have settled into a tousled but still long and alluring set, making it 'tomboyish' at the most masculine. Sighing and hanging your head, you slouch out of the store, the shopkeeper clearly taking a good look at your butt as you do.\n\nYou stop on the street outside, just sort of standing there for a moment as you try to rally your thoughts. You're getting less looks now that you're fully dressed... and plenty of interested, or in a few cases openly lustful looks from men. Swallowing, you glance back towards the way to the adventuring guild. You wonder if Valecia was serious and would take you back now that you've submitted to her humiliation. At the same time, you definitely <i>are</i> humiliated, and it's even worse presenting yourself before the people you were humiliated on behalf of since you were, in fact, being a dick, so you kind of want to just find somewhere to hide out until you can take a job at the guild after they're gone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Return to the party.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Wait them out.|EricMF]]

After waffling over it a bit, you turn and walk over to her. "Uh, hi, do I... know you?" you ask slowly.\n\nShe stares at you for another second, before saying in a cool, calm voice, "No. Feeling a little groggy? That pretty much confirms it... you had a run-in with Gobolds, huh?" At your look of further confusion, she nods. "You must be new to the area."\n\n"Yeah, definitely," you agree in a tired tone, since that is absolutely true (even if it is a bit of an understatement). \n\n"They're a new threat that appeared in this area a few months ago. ... My name's Valecia, come with me," she adds, beckoning lightly and turning to head further into the room. Not having much other idea of what to do, you follow. "As near as anyone can tell, some mage decided to mix Goblins and Kobolds together... and throw in a bit of Incubus while they were at it," she adds in a mutter, her pale cheeks coloring a bit as her shoulders squirm faintly. She seems to be heading toward a table with a small handful of people sitting at it, all of them similarly physically looking as cool and dashing as the other adventurers around, but all of them just as similarly attired in plain, simple 'starter' outfits and weapons like Valecia is. Considering the table's far-off position and that everyone at it seems to have a mildly defeated air, you can't help but compare it to the 'unpopular kids table' back at school. "Most people don't consider them a threat... the two weakest humanoid monsters, and they flee from anyone who seems a real threat."\n\n"Except they're actually way stronger than they seem," the lean, dark-skinned man about your own (or rather, your body's) age sitting at the table says. His hair is done up in a number of braids and one of his eyes is so dark it's almost black, while the other is actually pale blue. "And they 'flee' because they're canny and know to look for people they can separate off and overpower with numbers."\n\n"They're wicked, vile, <i>rapacious</i> little beasts!" the blonde woman sitting next to him declares, slamming a fist down on the table, her large breasts wobbling visibly beneath her peasant shirt (apparently she wasn't able to afford a bra). Her golden blonde hair is done up in a ponytail tied high at the back of her head, with two long braids done that fall over the front of her shoulders. Her face flushes as she continues, her breathing growing harder, obviously infuriated as she says, "But since everyone who hasn't been at their mercy thinks they're <i>weak</i>, those that have are treated as worthless, useless, defiled <i>scum</i>!"\n\n"... It sucks pretty hard," the slender catgirl sitting next to the blonde mutters quietly, pink eyes downcast. Her hair (and her ears) are purple, hair coming down to her shoulders and hiding if she has human ears to go with her feline ones. She's otherwise pretty much fully human-looking, her skin a caramel color. Her tail gives a dejected twitch behind her, lifting up the back of her skirt since she apparently wasn't able to afford to have it tailored for her anatomy.\n\nYou're still standing there kind of stunned at the realization this place has catgirls when Valecia speaks up. "That's Korrin, Eclipse, and Bait." When you look a bit taken aback at that last, the catgirl ducking her head sheepishly, Valecia comes the closest to looking genuinely embarrassed as you've seen her and gives a shrug. "We didn't name her."\n\n"I'm Eric," you say after a moment, since that's, uh, your name. You have no idea if this body had another name, but for now you're just going to have to set thoughts like that aside and treat it as yours.\n\n"Well, Eric, because of the stigma that comes with being... defeated... by Gobolds, it's rough for adventurers who have been. Not only do Gobolds love to destroy everything they don't steal from someone, after the inevitable 'walk of shame' their victims are forced to endure, no other adventuring party will have us. Even the Guild turns us down for the better quests, ostensibly because we're simply not equipped to complete or survive them. ... Which is, unfortunately, true," Velecia allows, gesturing around at everyone's 'bargain bin' equipment and your, well, scraps. "So we've formed this group to help each other get back on our feet. ... Plus, at least everyone here understands what it's like."\n\n"We'll help you out, get you some clothes, a weapon. We split everything even," Korrin adds breezily, sweeping a hand in a short arc. "All we ask is that once you do get back on your feet, you leave us with everything you don't absolutely need so we can share it forward."\n\nWell that's certainly a big lure. Your immediate thought is to leap right at it... but something makes you hesitate a little. Maybe it's just how <i>strong</i> that feeling of the 'unpopular kids' is, complete with the little glances and smug snickers from other tables you catch every so often. If you wind up stuck permanently in this world, is hanging out with these guys going to give you a reputation that follows you through the rest of your life?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the offer.|EricMF9x11]]\n\n[[Refuse.|EricMF]]

... Be real, man, you gonna reject getting some pants because you're hoping, one day years from now, to be one of the popular kids? And what, get invited to Conan the Barbarian's birthday party?\n\n"Yeah, thanks, I'd really appreciate it," you say gratefully, nodding your head.\n\n"Alright then, Eric, welcome to our little 'back on their feet' party," Valecia says, the others giving you various levels of smiles (with Bait's being small enough you're barely able to tell it's there). "Alright then, let's get you a bath and then take you to get something to wear and wield."\n\nLuckily it turns out that the adventurer's guild itself has some bathtubs you can pay to use, and after you get cleaned up Korrin hands you a cloth that, after a bit of fiddling with, you figure out how to tie as a sort of basic undergarment. Which means you're walking around in underwear but at least it's actual clothing (theoretically). You follow Valecia again as she beckons, somehow feeling even more sheepish and exposed walking through the streets practically naked now that you're clean and have kinda-sorta been given something to wear, but you do your best to ignore the feeling and just follow her. Soon the two of you are in a place that looks, well, a lot like every basic adventurer shop you've ever seen in a video game, just that it's entirely real and you're not looking at it from a weird angle.\n\n"Right, this should do it," Valecia says as she makes her way toward a particular set of shelves, fingering a shirt. \n\nYou follow her over, and somehow can't help but be a bit disappointed. It's the exact same cheap 'starter' shirt that Korrin was wearing. ... Actually you're fairly certain it's the same one that Valecia, Eclipse, and Bait are wearing too. Which obviously you were consciously expecting, but you also remember how cool the clothes were that you got to wear for such a brief period before being ambushed and assaulted. This isn't what isekai is supposed to be like! You're supposed to be rich and have a ton of cool shit! For just a moment that indignation wells up, and you're tempted to ask Valecia if she couldn't at least shell out for a cool coat or a nicer pair of pants or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask for more.|EricMF9x12]]\n\n[[Keep your mouth shut.|EricMF10x1]]

"... That one," you decide, shining your light on one of the doors.\n\n"Why?"\n\n"That looks a lot like an hourglass, which is probably one of the more common ways a race develops of telling time, if I had to guess. And a symbol of time would represent-"\n\n"History," Smith picks up, nodding firmly. "Good call. Let's take a look."\n\nThe two of you approach the doorway and take a look through. Beyond is a long, dark passage... so long and dark that neither your improved night vision nor the beams of the flashlights manage to reach the walls or ceiling. The only illumination is the distant outline of another door, and a number of drifting balls of light in various colors.\n\n"Aesthetic, or trap?" Smith wonders aloud, looking at one of the shining little balls of luminescence.\n\n"Why not both?" you quip dryly.\n\n"Possible. What do you think we should do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eh, ignore them.|TrekF13x6]]\n\n[[Avoid them as much as possible.|TrekF]]

"We should watch where we step," you note to Smith, glancing down. "Placing stairs back into the temple right after going up... I bet there are some traps here that haven't been eroded away by the elements."\n\n"Good point," Smith acknowledges with a nod. Indeed, a moment later, she stops and points. "There."\n\nYou look, then after a glance downward manifest a small flashlight from your belt and point it at the vague outline. It looks quite a bit like a pink frisbee, similar in both size and color, albeit smooth and a little shiny at the touch of the light. "Some sort of mine?"\n\n"I don't know, but the system's analyzed it, and... yeah," she adds, looking down the stairs. You look as well as a number of glowing outlines appear scattered over the steps. "Just dispersed enough that not an entire team would be likely to trip them going down."\n\nYou think on that for a moment, then make a face. "So that the survivors would think once they got past the stairs, it must be safer inside."\n\n"Right. This ruin... it could be a honey trap too." She frowns. "It's similar to the Raptarrans', but not quite their style. There's no... predator theme, for one thing."\n\n"Maybe our assumption that this isn't a Raptarran structure, but related to them, is correct," you offer as you resume walking down the stairs, still keeping an eye out for any threats the system hasn't identified.\n\n"I think that's becoming a stronger possibility."\n\nLuckily it seems that the unknown mines are the only thing on the stairs, or the only thing you spot, since both of you arrive in a large, open room with various areas splitting off from it. Smith produces her own flashlight to get a better look at the walls, briefly shining it on something like a large, glowing egg-shaped green object on a pedestal in the center of the room. "No text of any kind I can see or the system can pick up," she notes a little sourly. "Just the pictographs above the door. Thoughts?"\n\nYou take a look around at the doors, as well as the large "egg" in the center. Obviously you can spend some time exploring the whole temple, but that still leaves you back at deciding where to start, so.\n\n<hr>\nThe doors are marked:\n\n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0o5MZ0D.png?1" alt="A cow's head">|TrekF13xCowEnd1]] [[<img src="images/Kctf3yI.jpg" alt="A drop of liquid">|TrekF13xSplooshEnd1]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/sns4ZgF.jpg?1" alt="An hourglass">|TrekF13x5]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/oXQa1OO.jpg?1" alt="A statue">|TrekF13xStatueEnd1]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/j84pBRu.png?1" alt="A short length of chain">|TrekF13xSlaveEnd1]]\n\nOr, on its pedestal, there's:\n\n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ZFZYWGK.jpg?1" alt="A glowing green egg">|TrekF13xEggEnd1]]

"Do you think we can trust him?" Ami asks as the two of you trot down the stairs and head back towards the tram.\n\n"Orkin seems to value his bottom line over everything else. And that bottom line gets a lot richer if we succeed in getting off this station quietly with our bounty, so I trust that," you answer, nevertheless glancing around cautiously as the two of you wait at the doors. "It's actually in his best interests at this point for us to succeed."\n\n"Then why are you...?"\n\n"Because sometimes people get to thinking and they get annoyed and they do things that aren't in their best interests. Let's go," you add in a quiet tone, urging Ami through the door as it slides open in front of you.\n\n"Three!" Ami exclaims as the two of you find her twin on your return to Commerce Central. You hang back, grinning as you watch them hug. "Three, you're coming with us!"\n\n"Um. Okay?"\n\n"It's alright, we... well, we bought you," your friend says a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry, it was just the fastest way to get you out of here safely."\n\n"Oh. Oh, I... I understand, I..." Still looking rather overwhelmed, Three looks at you, then nods. "Um. Thank you. Of course I'll come with you, since... yeah."\n\n"Ami, we... er, sorry, I didn't even realize that all this time I'd been just calling you what you were," you add in a murmur. "Would you two like to pick out like... real person names or something?"\n\nNow both of them are looking at you in a rather overwhelmed fashion. The blue-haired twins exchange a look, before your friend shakes her head. "No, it's alright. Just 'Two' and 'Three' is alright for now. That's how we know each other anyway. I mean, if it's okay, and you don't mind?"\n\n"You can go by what you want," you assure her, grinning.\n\n"Oh! Oh, could we, you know..." Two glances at Three's rather scant clothing. "Could we maybe, um... buy her some clothes, first thing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|Cypher]]\n\n[[We can't.|Cypher5x10]]

"I think we should just act like they're not even there," you decide.\n\n"Why?"\n\n"Assuming you couldn't program the genetic structure of everything coming through here... which if they did, it won't matter how we approach, they'll turn hostile... then what would be the next thing you'd program a security system to go after?"\n\nSmith considers, then raises her eyebrows a little. "Cagey movements. Motions that seem like they're actively trying to avoid security. Suspicious behavior."\n\n"Right. So, let's try just strolling on through as if we belong, and maybe they'll think we do."\n\nYou and Smith both square your shoulders, then do your best 'strolling through the corridor on the way to bridge duty' walks as you head through the passage and towards the distant light of the doorway. The lights continue to drift by above and out to the sides, as if moving on some faint underwater current you can't feel. You almost freeze up and go rigid as one abruptly breaks from its previous paths and slides through the air down towards you, but force yourself to continue on with barely a break in your stride. It floats beside your head, almost like some ancient will-o-the-wisp urging you to turn towards it, but you continue to ignore it as you walk along. Finally it gradually pulls away and wanders off again.\n\n"Tense," Smith comments simply as the two of you emerge from the dark passage and into a rather smaller room, this one lined with numerous rows of thin metal pedestals, each with a softly glowing golden or silver egg on the top. "But this does look a lot like a data storage area."\n\n"How do we activate these, though?" you wonder aloud, leaning down to look a bit closer at one of the eggs. "Are these the interface, or the data storage?"\n\n"We may have to get a research team down here," Smith allows as she continues to look through the room. Then she pauses at the end of the far wall. "Hel-lo. We might have a lead that doesn't have to come out of the computers, though." Once you've joined her at her side, she points to the carving on the wall. "Look at this. I think that 'ancient Mayaztec' styling may have worked out in our favor. They seem to have done a pictographic history as well."\n\n"Can you understand it?"\n\n"Between my personal interest in archaeology and the system offering tips, I think I can glean at least a general understanding. Let's see... the aliens had established an empire roughly as large as the Federation, probably larger, in another quadrant to judge by those star positionings, along with little colonies and outposts like this one across the rest of the galaxy. But as they became technologically advanced to the point that it would seem like magic to us, they became lazier," she notes, pointing to a group of figures depicted lazing about and seeming distraught over performing simple tasks. "And so they took a group of living creatures from a planet they'd passed by that seemed to have vast genetic potential, and uplifted them," Smith continues, walking along to the segment that shows dinosaur-like creatures, and then in two cases more humanoid forms (and with rather prominent endowments on all three). "One to be their guards and warriors, one to work their technology, and another to be general servitors and worker bees. It looks like those were the Raptarrans," she adds, pointing at the carvings of raptor-like figures doing common household tasks.\n\n"Their warriors were virtually invincible, their scientists were nearly omnipotent, and their menials, well, there were just plenty of them to use for whatever they liked, since they were programmed to breed and reproduce regularly," Smith continues, tone growing more wry as she continues to interpret the carvings. "Then... it looks like some sort of calamity struck, very suddenly," she notes, frowning at the scenes of chaos and destruction. "The aliens weren't able to properly direct their servitors because of lack of preparedness, and everything fell apart. In the turmoil, the servitor class... the Raptarrans... rose up and slaughtered their weakened creators, and stole what they could of the technology of the other two. Though it looks like they probably managed to take only the least of it." She pauses, shaking her head. "Which means the insane levels of combat power and genetic manipulation they have now are still probably only a fraction of what their creators possessed and gifted to the other races."\n\n"So what could have caught a race like that by surprise?"\n\nSmith frowns, since she seems to have come to the end of the mural... then after a moment turns the flashlight up, to the ceiling. There, all above the wall depicting the chaos of the civilization's fall into ruin, are spheres, elegantly carved to depict them as being smooth and shiny. "The RubBorg."\n\n"... Damn," you murmur, staring up at the spheres.\n\n"This... offers several possible solutions to our current problem, and potentially an indicator of a much, much bigger problem. If the RubBorg could take down a civilization of that level of technology, just by catching them unprepared..." Smith trails off, then shakes her head. "We can't get distracted. We need to deal with the Raptarran Issue first thing. Thoughts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the warrior caste.|TrekF14x1]]\n\n[[Find the science caste.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Find the precursors themselves.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Look to the RubBorg.|TrekF13x7]]

Something about the sense of that whisper makes you clamp down hard... mentally. (Though from the slight trill the Raptarran gives, your body reacted and clamped down on him too, as you can tell by how he seems to have swollen even bigger inside you.) Gritting your teeth even harder, you focus on not letting your body betray you, staying as you are as the alien pumps away at your asshole, staring straight ahead at the wall. You refuse to acknowledge it as the first orgasm shudders through your body, and then the next, simply glaring at the tritanium until you hear the Raptarran give a low yowl as it floods your ass with thick liquid heat. You don't even look away as it pulls out and makes banter with the guards and Admiral while being escorted out. Instead you simply straighten up, accepting a towel from one of the guards and trying your best to be brisk and businesslike about wiping off your lower body before redressing and following them out.\n\nOnce you emerge from the small refreshment room where you showered and donned a clean uniform, you find Admiral Bigguns waiting for you. "The Raptarran is giving us a wealth of information. In just the last twenty minutes, we've been given technological insights that could propel our combat capabilities so far beyond anyone else in the quadrant that..." She trails off, shaking her head. "Thank you for your sacrifice, Commander."\n\n"Just doing my duty," you acknowledge a little grimly, with a slight nod of the head.\n\n"... Indeed." She lets out a sigh. "Commander, as far as I'm aware you don't have a residence in the system. I would like to insist that you stay with me in my home on Mars for the duration of your time here on Earth. Hosting you as my guest seems the least I can do to begin to pay you back."\n\nYou consider demurring, but when an admiral makes an offer like that, it doesn't seem a particularly good idea to refuse. You politely accept, and soon you and Bigguns are on a shuttle ride to Mars. It's hard to believe you're actually standing on the Red Planet itself as you step out and onto a surprisingly suburban street, with blue skies overhead and a lake rippling in the background. But you are on Mars, and walking to what amounts to a small mansion, the sort that someone spent an awful lot of money on to avoid looking ostentatious. You have a pleasant if somewhat quiet dinner with the busty admiral, where it's obvious neither of you knows quite what to say to the other, especially with the day's activities as they are. Eventually you retire to the guest bedroom, which looks almost entirely like something from your own time, save for the replicator that you use to create some basic pajamas before climbing into bed and quickly drifting off to sleep.\n\nYou awaken not in the comfortable little guest room, but instead a room that looks far too much like the one you were in earlier with the Raptarran for comfort, although this one only has one door. You scramble to your feet, and without thinking fall into a combat stance as the door slides open. A human woman enters, wearing an exceptionally tight black bodysuit with grey pads across the surface that give it a vaguely armor-like appearance, the skin-fitting garment showing off her tall, toned body and C-cup breasts. It also has a flat black and grey Starbeat insignia on the chest, and a simple, unreflective steel bar in place of rank insignia. Her black hair is clipped short, and her steel-blue eyes fix on you from above a scar running across the bridge of her nose.\n\n"You're not in any danger, I assure you," she says after a moment. "I apologize for the abruptness and manner of your transfer here, but it was necessary to how we work."\n\n"'We'?" you prompt with a scowl, glancing at the insignia and her collar.\n\n"Section 69. We are a covert arm of Starbeat that does not answer to the traditional chain of command." She tilts her head slightly. "I'd ask you if you'd ever wondered how a society that seems particularly eager to find a moral hill to die on manages to survive in a galaxy full of threats that don't have similar compunctions... but then, you're not a part of this society, are you? And no, I don't refer to Erin Hawt's history, because you're not Erin Hawt, either."\n\nYou can't help but react a bit to that physically, your shoulders going back and body leaning away. But you almost instantly school your face to impassivity and keep your teeth together.\n\n"Needs a little work, but a lot of potential," the woman says with a brisk nod. "Don't worry, we've been reviewing your behavior and thought patterns. We don't think you're some kind of sleeper agent or infiltrator... more likely someone displaced from an alternate timeline, or another time period, most likely the past. What matters is that since your arrival, you've shown yourself willing to work for the cause of humanity, and to see the big picture. That's what Section 69 is for... we preserve Earth, humanity, the Federation, the quadrant, and life in general, in order of most to least important. Sometimes we have to disregard the higher moral stances to do it. Having that on our conscience is the price we pay to keep this society functioning, and largely ignorant of the sacrifices we make on its behalf."\n\n"And you're... you're what, recruiting me?" you ask with a frown, finally straightening up.\n\n"In just the last twenty-four hours, you've shown yourself willing to go above and beyond the call of duty, while still simply considering it your duty. Even most Starbeat officers would have quailed from what you did, if not on personal preference, then on moral grounds. But you stepped up. Too, during the event, we detected what amounted to a psionic attack from the Raptarran. Without assistance, you closed yourself off to it, and simply completed the mission. That indicates you have a strong mind, and a strong will. We have every reason to believe that the Raptarran invasion is coming, and that it will be much worse than Starbeat currently thinks it will be. Our analysis of your escape, as inventive and well-executed as it was, now indicates it was likely a ruse on their part to allow you to escape with their agent to Earth." At your shocked look, she nods again. "But they've just revealed their greatest weakness... pride."\n\n"I'd prefer something like 'lethally alergic to water'," you grumble.\n\nOne corner of her mouth actually quirks up a little. "Pride will do." Then her expression becomes grim again. "Commander, though I have little doubt Admiral Bigguns would do everything she could for you, your career is effectively over in Starbeat. Even if they try to keep it quiet, you will become known among your superior officers as someone who let themselves be fucked by a degenerate monster for information. As enlightened as our society likes to think of itself as being, they won't see the simple necessity and sacrifice of it the way we do. Their lingering prudishness and selfishness will lead to them thinking of you, on some level, as a whore. But you can have a future in Section 69. Yes, you will likely have to do things you find morally repugnant... you may have nightmares, you may hate yourself. We actually prefer that to the people that find what we do comes easily and without remorse. But I think it is a sacrifice you know you need to make on behalf of every sentient being in this galactic quadrant, else we all wind up at the mercy of those things. Are you with us?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|TrekF13x2]]\n\n[[No.|TrekF13xEnd1]]

"Let's see if we can gather some information. These things have some sort of weak point, but we can't rely on a single ground-level operative to know everything," you offer after a few moments' thought.\n\n"You'd be surprised how often low-level individuals seem to have extensive knowledge of the inner workings of their entire civilization, but you have a point. Alright, let's start with the system their 'honey trap' ship was found in. The precursor ruins there appear to be genuine... it may not be a coincidence that the Raptarrans parked their ship there."\n\nThe two of you make your way to a small hangar, where a handful of craft that look far more sleek and deadly than most of the Federation ships you've seen so far are parked. Smith boards one and settles into the pilot's seat, while you sit down beside her. "It should only take us about an hour," she notes as she starts plotting in a course.\n\n"It took quite a bit longer aboard the <i>Maine</i>," you note. "And that was with us stressing the engines."\n\n"The <i>Maine</i> isn't a particularly new ship anyway, but we tend to have the bleeding edge of technology available to us here in Section 69... for one thing we don't have to worry about pesky things like 'intellectual property' or 'interstellar treaties'," Smith answers a bit dryly. "We'd shave a handful of minutes off the time by disengaging the cloaking device, but it's not worth it, especially considering the number of ships and stations we'll be passing."\n\nSure enough, it's a fairly short trip until the shuttle drops out of warp. You feel a little shudder go up your spine at the familiar sight of the planet, though now devoid of the ships in orbit that helped mark it when you first arrived. You press your mouth into a grim line and say nothing as Smith guides the shuttle down through the atmosphere, flying low over jungles, a surprisingly temple-esque structure soon rising from the greenery. "Our own investigations indicate that about half of the ground team fell victim to local hazards and traps inside the ruins," Smith says as she opens a compartment and pulls out a pair of belts, ringed with little shiny black squares, with a pistol of some sort holstered on one hip and a knife on the other. Handing you one, she notes, "The belt is made of miniature transporter pads and buffers, your nanites should identify what each contains if you need it. We need to be careful down there... remember, more than a dozen people went missing in there, and while we don't know what happened to them, we know that they're not just wandering around lost."\n\nNodding, you fasten on the belt, you and Smith stepping out of the invisible craft (though your innate HUD helpfully puts an outline around it) and make your way towards the "temple" stairs. "Does every set of ancient alien precursors have an aesthetic vaguely matching Mayan and Aztec stuff?" you wonder aloud.\n\n"Yes," Smith says simply, glancing at you and quirking an eyebrow. "We don't know why, but yes."\n\nOoookay. The two of you make your way up and then inside the temple. Despite the darkness, your nanites provide night vision that's surprisingly clear, if lacking a little bit in color depth once the sunlight from outside is clearly gone. The entrance leads to a large empty room mostly containing more stairs leading back down and into the structure. \n\n<hr>\n[["Let's hurry."|TrekF]]\n\n[["Watch your step."|TrekF13x4]]

"... Alright. I understand. After talking to and... being at the mercy of that thing... I can't let its kind just do what it likes anymore," you reply, pressing your lips together. "I'll join Section 69."\n\n"I'm glad to hear that. Please follow me." She turns and makes her way out through the door, leaving you to catch up with her. The metal is a little cold on your bare feet, but nothing you can't handle as she shows you down a long, nondescript hallway. "We only use one name here, no ranks. You can choose whatever name you like... we've heard just about everything so there shouldn't be any snickering. I personally chose a fairly classic one that happened to be unused at the time, 'Smith'."\n\nYou can't help but grin a bit, and despite the seriousness of the situation, the only answer that comes to mind is, "Then can I be 'Jones'?"\n\n"It's available." Smith actually gives you a gentle smile that instantly charms you and makes you decide then and there that the name is for good. "Right now I'll show you to where you can get outfitted. We need to get you right to work once you've been fully debriefed. Just tell your whole story, the full truth, don't worry about how odd it seems or that you might incriminate yourself. We just want to know, not judge."\n\nYou nod slowly, following her into a room not unlike one of the security rooms back on the <i>Venture</i>. Smith lets you undress as she gets out one of the uniforms like her own, passing it to you. It goes on baggy, but once you press a hidden control on the wrist, tightens up to be as form-fitting as hers, completely outlining your pert ass and perky tits. You almost feel naked, but suppose you'll just have to get used to it, placing the comm badge and identical steel bar rank pip she hands you. You suppress a flinch as she presses a hypospray to the side of your neck... then blink as letters and indicators start appearing in your vision. "Nanotechnology. Way ahead of what we let out into the public. All of our facilities are unmarked and with as few visible controls as possible to make infiltration harder, the only real way to get around is if you have these," she explains. "They help with a lot of things. Based on your adaptability rating from our observations, you should get used to them pretty much instantly."\n\nAfter that she shows you into a room, where a fairly nondescript man in an identical uniform (with the way he's sitting still showing off the bulge at his crotch) asks you to sit down, then begins interviewing you. Following Smith's advice, you're honest about everything... your real name, the time you're from, running away from home and going to Worldland, touching the phaser rifle, and everything since then. He obviously picks up on some of the things that you say, since you wind up explaining how everything is similar to a TV show franchise from your world, but not quite. At the end, he simply says, "Thank you. Dismissed."\n\nYou nod and rise from the chair, walking out to find Smith waiting for you. She's tapping at a PADD, and looks up as you step out. "Your registration as 'Jones' has been approved. Welcome to Section 69, officially."\n\n"Thanks. So what now?"\n\n"Like I said, right to work. Right now, the focus of everything is on the 'Raptarran Issue', as we're calling it. You and I are going to be one of the primary teams working on the Raptarran Issue, and as of now there are two angles we can be working. The first is [[enhanced interrogation of the prisoner|TrekF]]."\n\n"Enhanced interrogation of...?" You raise your eyebrows. "Isn't the Raptarran being held by mainstream Starbeat?"\n\n"Not anymore. We've made it look like he committed suicide with a previously undetected disintegration device. In reality we've got him in lockdown in one of our black sites. It's likely there's a lot he isn't telling us... while he claimed that he could leak whatever technology he wanted without his higher-ups worrying at all, we have to believe he's lying and that he's only truly permitted to give us certain things. If true, the very fact that we're not meant to have particular Raptarran technology means that it could be what they're afraid of."\n\n"So basically we torture it out of him."\n\n"Yes," Smith answers bluntly. "'Enhanced interrogation' is to indicate how broad the umbrella is, not that we're refusing to acknowledge what we're doing. Pain isn't a reliable method with every sentient, and it's what most people think of when they hear 'torture'. But we'll try whatever methods we think will work to get him to break and give us what we need."\n\n"Alright. What's the other angle?"\n\n"[[Information gathering|TrekF13x3]]. We find out more about them as a species. What is behind their cultural drive to conquer and defile? Do they have any enemies? Has anyone ever beaten them before? Or is there simply something they've never encountered before that's sufficient to take them down. It's a lot less focused than the interrogation would be, but possibly just as fruitful, and with the benefit of not having to deal directly with the prisoner." She offers you the tablet. "Here, look them over. For now we'll be partners, so you decide which you think our energy is better directed at."

"How's it feel, Yuffie?" you ask as you settle into a chair, spreading your legs and stroking your prick as you watch the ninja hump frantically away at the drone. "Fucking the hole of what's probably your best friend, huh?"\n\n"Nnh, nnh, anh," Yuffie gasps out, and for a moment you think she's going to be too lost in the pleasure to reply. But as her fingers squeeze the Tifa drone's big rubber ass, she groans, "Feels so good... feels so fuckin' good!"\n\n"Oh? So you don't mind that I turned Tifa into a rubber sexbot?" You smirk as you milk a few drops of pre out of your own prick, toying with your balls as you watch the scene before you. "As long as you get to fuck her?"\n\nYuffie whimpers loudly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, obviously fighting back against what she wants to say. But as she gives a particularly hard thrust forward, something inside her obviously snaps, and she blurts out, "FUCK yes! Fuck! I don't care if I ever get Tifa back, I just wanna fuck this thing's holes!" Her brown eyes take on a crazed look, a similarly lust-mad smile curling her lips as she looks down at the drone and redoubles her efforts, her hips slapping against the sextoy's round rubber ass with audible impacts. "If I'd known having a dick and raping Tifa felt this good I'd've done it the day we met! Fuck Tifa, I don't care, just let me fuck this thing you turned her into forever!"\n\nThe ninja squeals happily as she thrusts forward, a spurt of cum oozing from the ass-tunnel of the doll as she unloads inside it, her prick almost visibly throbbing with every jet of thick cum. You give a little groan yourself, but continue your slow jerking off as you watch Yuffie finish using the drone's ass-hole as a cumdump and order it to its knees, the teen's hands gripping the sides of its featureless head and starting to fuck its mouth-tunnel, her balls slapping against its smooth rubber chin.\n\n"Hnnnnh, yeah, you make a way better sextoy than a person, you big-titted bitch," Yuffie growls happily as she fucks away at the Tifa drone's ribbed facehole, licking her lips with that still rather lust-crazed look on her face. "We finally found the perfect use for you, who gives a shit if you were so sweet and kind, your holes feel fucking great now!"\n\nYou smirk at the barrage of steadily more objectified abuse that Yuffie's blurting out towards the rubber sexbot, the comments gradually mentioning Tifa's name less and less, until the petite dickgirl is soon just moaning and gasping out how much she enjoys the sextoy's holes, hands toying with her pert little tits. Finally she cries out, pulling her cock free and stroking it, spurting her load all over the doll's featureless black rubber face as you pump yourself to completion as well.\n\nYou continue lightly stroking your cum-smeared cock as Yuffie pants and gasps, sliding her own still-stiff prick back into the drone's mouth-hole and pumping a few times. It was actually amazing fun, watching Yuffie degrade her friend-turned sexdoll that way. Fun enough you'd like to do that again... hm, but how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep turning Yuffie's friends into rubber drones for her to fuck.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Aerith, then turn Yuffie into a rubber drone.|FF7X]]

You really could use someone to help you navigate the station... but more than that, it really seems like Ami is desperate to help you, and you don't want to make her feel like you don't think she's up to it. Smiling, you reach out to rest a hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Ami. It'd really help if you could come along and be my guide."\n\n"Oh!" She almost immediately perks up a bit, her red eyes sparkling a little. "W-well, of course, I'd be glad to! I, I hope I won't be too much of a drag, or...!"\n\n"Nah, it'll be fine," you assure her, patting her shoulder a bit.\n\n"Well, if yer goin' with, prolly oughtta take this," Koro advises, hauling his massive form to his feet and making his way over to one of the walls. He thumps a fist against it, and the wall panel slides aside, revealing... well, what looks like a cross between a closet and an armory. His shaggy head turns back and forth as he apparently looks for something, then finally plucks up a holstered pistol barely bigger than your hand, the strap dangling between two of his fingers. "There y'go, l'il'un," he says with a grin, holding it out to Ami.\n\n"O-oh, I couldn't!" she protests, holding up her hands. "I couldn't possibly harm anyone!"\n\n"Ehhhh, this thing, yer more gonna cause 'em some discomfort and maybe make 'em think twice about messin' with ya more than doin' any harm," Koro rumbles, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "Look even if y'don't use it, better t'take it anyway, maybe havin' it showin' there on yer leg means y'won't hafta use it."\n\nAmi glances nervously at you, but when you nod she reaches up to accept the weapon with both hands. "Thank you, Koro," she says quietly, ducking her head as she straps the holster around her right thigh.\n\n"Happy huntin'!" Koro booms happily, waving as the two of you head out.\n\nAfter a brief stop in your room to don the suit (space suit? super suit? you wish this thing had a name), which you do while Ami waits outside, the two of you head to the docking level and board Sierra, telling her your destination.\n\n"Oh hey, that's an easy one, Mulsap Twelve is built in an area of space with a heavy dark matter concentration, it draws wormholes there like crazy, there's <i>always</i> a nearly direct flight! Yup, one direct flight to Mulsap Twelve, 300K away, flight time today, twenty minutes! Please enjoy this selection from my music archives as we wait!"\n\nYou blink as something that distinctly sounds like 'Careless Whisper' starts playing. Before you can decide how you feel about that, you hear Ami giggle. "You're so funny, Sierra!"\n\n"My comedy subroutines <i>are</i> top notch," the ship's voice responds in a preening tone. The stars outside suddenly stretch into whirling purple light surrounding the ship, flickering by as you watch. You settle in, listening as Sierra plays a few more songs, Ami occasionally giggling as she apparently gets some joke about them that you don't. Maybe it's an AI thing. Eventually the flickering colors snap back into a starfield, with a large, mostly dark ring-shaped object blotting out part of them, occasional lights cast around the long, thin, spidery spires running up and down from it, occasional lights attached to the hull showing a dark grey color. "Alright, Boss, Mulsap Twelve. I should probably file for a docking permit-"\n\n"Um!" Ami blurts, and squirms when you glance over at her expectantly, and Sierra cuts herself off. "That... might not be a good idea."\n\n"Why not, Ami?" you prompt, when she doesn't seem ready to immediately speak up. \n\n"W-well... basically... on Mulsap Twelve, information from the command hub is pretty much immediately sold to information brokers. S-so... if you do a standard permit request..."\n\n"Then the information brokers will all know Cypher Ceed just docked, and they'll warn anyone that might be looking for that sort of information, including the Quatra Twins," you realize, nodding. "Good save, Ami. Then how do we-"\n\n"I'll do a 'stealth register'," Sierra speaks up. "I'll put us in the docking registry as if we already booked a specific port ahead of time so that no one will really think anything of it. I can attach a phony name and ship registry to it, but that'll only last until someone actually looks out the viewport of their ship or one of the docking spires and sees me there. I'll alter my shape and color a bit so I'll be less obvious, but I'd bet you'll only have maybe... thirty-six hours before someone realizes it's me. And once they know <i>I'm</i> here..."\n\n"They'll know Cypher Ceed is here. Hopefully it won't take long to track these two down. They may be trained to fight, but they're royalty, how resourceful could they be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x3]]

"Well, I happen to have stun blasters that don't leave any marks," you note with a grin. "And I like how high the numbers under that picture are." You do find it a little hypocritical to go chasing after runaway teenagers (late teens you'd guess from the look) with the intent of returning them to their parents... but then, you kind of doubt anyone was willing to slap that many zeroes after a number for you. "I guess I could head to Mulsap Twelve and look for them."\n\n"Yeah, it's a helluva payday fer sure," Koro agrees with a bob of his shaggy head. "Would love ta get in on it m'self, but 'fraid you're on your own on this one."\n\n"Huh? How come?" you ask, glancing over at him. \n\n"Ehhhhh, I've been there before," he answers, rubbing the back of his head a bit, then shrugging. "Scummy but the administrator's pretty strict, says I can't come back 'til I've paid off the last time and then put down a security deposit."\n\nAh. Yeah, Doc Trace did mention something about Koro being rough on the surroundings when he got a head of steam behind him. You're musing on whether you're really ready to fly completely solo when Ami suddenly speaks up. "Um. I could go with you."\n\n"Hm?" You blink, turning towards her. "You want to go on the mission, Ami?"\n\n"W-well, I was... I was originally... sold... on Mulsap Twelve," she murmurs, glancing down and shifting her slightly hunched shoulders some. "My first owner lived there for awhile. I don't know it, like... super well... but I could at least help you find your way around. And... I don't want you to feel like you have to go alone," she adds in a whisper so quiet you can barely hear it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her with you.|Cypher5x2]]\n\n[[Leave her here.|Cypher11x1]]

You think you have a pretty good idea of what a "Thrust Shaft" is... and think that you could do something interesting with that. Selecting Yuffie and tapping the option, you immediately order the drone, "Stop and stand up."\n\nYuffie unfreezes and walks in, raising her head just in time to see the drone rising to her feet, the petite girl's eyes widening at the strange sight of a naked rubber woman with cum dribbling out of its mouth-hole and onto its big rubber tits. Then she gasps, her whole body twitching and hips jerking as something happens at her crotch. Her already unbuttoned khaki shorts bulge at the crotch, the zipper quickly coming undone and spilling free the stiff, growing cock now jutting forward, her new heavy balls spilling over the fly. She jerks and twitches as the shaft keeps growing and thickening, already dripping with pre as it almost visibly throbs, her face flushed and lips parted with hard, panted breaths as she instinctively grips it with both hands and gives it a few strokes to try and relieve the pressure, crying out at the obviously intense new sensations running through her as you do.\n\n"Bend over the table and rest your hands on it," you murmur to the drone before getting up and casually walk over, closing and locking the door behind Yuffie before turning to her. "Whatsamatter, Yuff? Problem?" you ask sweetly.\n\n"I... I... w-what's happening to me, what is that thing, why is...?!" Yuffie stammers, her whole body shaking, small whimpers escaping her throat as she tries to stop jerking her new prick and can't quite make herself.\n\n"Oh, that? That's Tifa," you answer genially, smirking at Yuffie as she whips her head to look at you, jaw dropping. "Yeah, I turned her into a sex toy. She makes a good one, huh?"\n\n"Y-you... you can't... you gotta change her ba-" The words die as Yuffie's throat tightens at the sight of the Tifa drone bending over the table, its big, round rubber ass jutting towards the stiff-dicked girl, its pussy-hole and ass-hole on full display. Yuffie can't seem to tear her eyes away, her tongue even lolling out a bit as her hands move, milking more oozing drops of pre out of her prick.\n\n"How about instead, you go over there and give her a good fucking?" you murmur in Yuffie's ear. You use a quick flick of the debug window to undress the petite ninja, but you don't think she even notices, her eyes fixed guiltily and lustfully on her transformed friend's big, round rubber butt. "Use whatever hole you want. I bet the ass one feels really nice."\n\nYuffie takes a step forward, you think before she's even realized she has. She hesitates for a second, trembling, obviously fighting the lust coursing through her body with every throb of her own prick. But then with a moan she breaks down, racing over towards the barmaid-turned-fuckdoll and grabbing its hips, hauling them down until she can slam her throbbing prick into the drone's bump-textured third hole. The ninja's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue lolls out, an expression of complete and wanton pleasure on her face as she pounds away at her transformed friend's ass-hole, heavy hairless balls slapping against its black rubber cuntlips.\n\nYou shed the rest of your own clothes as you watch Yuffie fuck away at the Tifa drone with steadily decreasing hints of shame, drool running down the teen's chin as she slams her prick into the bumpy ass-tunnel of the rubber drone. You give yourself a few strokes as you ponder what would be the most fun... participating or watching.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck Yuffie's ass.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Urge Yuffie on.|FF7X14x2]]

While you like the idea of being strong, in good with Tifa, and a guy again, you've played this game before and as far as you recall, having early access to powerful materia could be a game-breaker. (You may have downloaded one or two hacked save files.) It's no debug menu access, but it could definitely make the game go a lot smoother. Shrugging, you press your hand against the image of 'Erica'.\n\nYou jerk a little as the ground below you abruptly moves, and keeps moving... in fact, it's rattling and jerking like the motion of a train. Because, you realize as you look around you, you're suddenly on a train, with the flashing lights of a nighttime city rushing by outside. You look down at yourself... yup, that's the body you saw on the image, but now it's yours, huge boobs and all. You're getting a feel for just how big they are when someone clears their throat. You look up to find Cloud, Barret, and... one of those NPC dudes, staring at you. Blushing a little, you drop your hands and say a little lamely, "Sorry, I... thought I'd dropped one of my materia."\n\nAll three just look at you for a moment more, before Barret gives a grunt and turns his attention back to the window, the others doing the same. Whew. Then the big man grunts again and announces, "Alright, fools! We're about there! Get ready!"\n\nYou can feel the train put on its brakes, and pull your staff off of your back. Okay, right, the game starts with like... an ambush at a train station, outside of a reactor. And you're here to blow up said reactor. Hoooo... well, you did pick this game! You move to one of the doors, waiting as you watch the station sliding into place outside, with several red-clad guards. When the doors slide open, you immediately leap out, smacking the nearest one over the head with the metal staff. He goes down like a ton of bricks. Hm, didn't the thing say that your physical stats weren't that good? ... Oh right, this is a scripted event! The actual fight doesn't come until-\n\nYou turn to find that most of the others, including Cloud, have hurried on past the platform... and that another set of armed guards are rushing right past them to head for you. Great programming, guys. You hurry to meet them, and find yourself instinctively settling into a battle pose with the staff, while the guards come to a halt about eight feet away and... one of them turns into a guard dog. Ooookay. All three of you just kinda jive in place for a second before a little window pops open in front of you, showing 'Ex-MAGE' in the name slot, as well as numbers and bars for your HP and MP. The HP's pretty abysmal as you might expect of a first level character... but your MP's already 99, which as you recall is pretty damn high for an early level char. There are also several lines, the first reading 'Attack', the second reading 'Bolt 1 | Bolt 2', the third 'Cure 1 | Cure 2', the fourth reading 'Summon Monster', the fifth 'Charm', and the sixth 'Escape'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|FF7F]]\n\n[["Bolt one!"|FF7F1x1]]\n\n[["Summon Monster?!"|FF7F3x1]]\n\n[["Charm?"|FF7F]]\n\n[[Escape.|FF7F]]\n\n[["how do i shot lightning"|FF7F2x1]]

"That's where we're going, Ami," you answer, patting her back a little and giving her a smile. "She said the station owns her, right? So I was about to ask you how we get to whoever runs this place."\n\n"Oh! Oh!" Despite the setting, she flings herself forward and wraps her arms around your neck in a hug. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" she gushes, before drawing back with a quick sniffle. She nods, and ums. "Okay, we'll have to... take this to the Admin Ring and then I guess try to actually get to the manager's office to see him."\n\nAmi clings to your arm fairly tightly all through the trip, the tram mostly emptying out until there's only a small handful of beings in it by the time the voice drones out 'Administration Ring'. All of you file out into something like a miniature airport customs area, the train's occupants shuffling off towards different desks with signs over them. Seeing one that reads 'Administrative Appointments' and doesn't have a line, you make your way over to it, the rather skeletal robot behind it looking up, limbs whirring as it shifts them.\n\n"Good afternoon, do you have an appoint-" The robot stops with its solid jaw down, actually hanging in place for a second before it resumes. "The station manager has asked to see you, please head up the stairs behind me and head to the office at the back of the hall."\n\nYou blink. Well, that's... exactly what you want, which makes you reconsider whether you want it. You trade a glance with Ami, who seems nervous but gives you a nod of encouragement. The two of you turn and head up the curving staircase on the left of the area, up to the second level, and pass by several offices on your way to the doors marked 'Private' at the end, which grind open to admit you. The first thing you see is a haze of smoke, with a large cloud of it moving across the desk towards the back of the room. It gradually clears... well, as clear as the smoky room seems to get... to reveal what looks like nothing so much as a large, obese humanoid rhino smoking a cigar and wearing a white button-up shirt and black suit jacket, as well as smoking a cigar.\n\n"Come in, come in," he booms, gesturing to the chairs across the desk from him. You make your way down the short, shallow flight of steps in front of the doorway towards one of the seats, Ami seeming reluctant to draw away from you enough to sit down herself, but eventually doing so. As you hear the doors groan behind you again, the rhino-man continues. "So what brings Cypher Ceed to my station, and then further to my office, huh? Funny, don't recall seeing your name on any of the docking lists."\n\n"I heard information like that tends to get around in this place," you answer, trying your best for a neutral tone.\n\n"... Heh. Might be." He snorts, his nostrils flaring, then says, "My name's Orkin, I run this place, and I <i>do</i> like information. Because information is credits, and the thing I like <b>best</b> is credits. So consider this the fine for your little dock hack, however you did it... what <i>are</i> you doing here, boy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're here for Three.|Cypher5x7]]\n\n[[You're here for all the slaves.|Cypher]]

"Am-, er, do you think she-." You shake off that rather rude start, then look at 'Three' and smile. "Hi."\n\n"Oh, um, hi." The not-Ami Ami blinks and raises her broom-hand, waggling it a bit in a wave. She looks over at the more-dressed version. "Is this your owner?"\n\n"He's also my friend," 'your' Ami says quietly. "He's a good person, Three, he doesn't treat me like property, even if he does own me."\n\n"... Oh." Three blinks a little, her face blank as if she can't really process that thought.\n\n"Three, we're here looking for some people. Thieves, and..." You hesitate, but at your friend's urging look, you continue, "They're members of the Quatra royal family. Here." You bring out the datascroll Ami showed you how to use earlier, sliding out the clear screen from the silver cylinder to bring up the preloaded image of the twins. "Have you seen these two? Or heard anyone talk about them?"\n\n"Um... no, I don't think so," Three answers after several seconds looking at the picture, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Oh..." She frowns. "... there was something..."\n\nYou blink, nodding eagerly. "Go on." \n\n"I don't know if it's any relation to what you're talking about," she answers, actually seeming a little more forward about it than 'your' Ami. Maybe spending so long on cleaning detail in that skimpy outfit has made her grow a thicker skin. "But I have heard people talking about a new dancer at a pleasure club called 'Nexus'. The name she dances under is 'Princess' and people do seem to think she's too graceful and pretty to be just any dancing girl from the backwater." Then she shakes her head. "It's probably just a stage name, though, I'm sorry I can't be any more help."\n\n"No, that's definitely something to go on. Thanks, Three," you answer with another nod.\n\n"Three," your friend says quietly, biting her lower lip. She squeezes her twin's arm gently, then draws away. "I'll... I'll try to come back and see you before we leave, okay?"\n\n"Okay, Two. It's nice to see you," the scantily-clad girl says in a tired tone, before turning back to her sweeping, eyes dropping.\n\nAs you and Ami walk away, she seems withdrawn onto herself even more. Until you're almost to the tram, when she grabs your arm. "Oh, Cypher, please," she whispers, looking up at you with tears in her pretty red eyes. "Please can't we do something for Three?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Of course.|Cypher5x6]]

"Since you know it best, let's check out Commerce Central," you suggest. "Besides, no matter what else they do here, chances are they'd need to shop for something sometime, right?"\n\n"Right." Ami smiles a bit, then glances around before pointing a bit. "That way, we need to take that tram."\n\nYou make your way with her to step into something that feels a bit like a subway car, complete with unidentifiable stains and uncertain but discomfiting smells. It rattles along its track(?) until announcing 'Commerce Central' in several languages as it screeches to a stop and the doors slide open. You step out into a high, vaulted area that looks three stories high or so, not unlike a dingy, gunmetal grey mall, with the bottom level (which you're on) dotted with stalls and their furiously hawking employees roughly in the middle of the wide walkway. You duck and weave your way through the crowds, continuing to make sure you keep your hand on Ami's back, looking back and forth as you look for a good place to start investigating, however that works. \n\nYou almost jump when Ami gives a bit of a cry and actually pulls away from your hand, darting through the crowd towards the space between two stores. "Three!" she calls, waving her hand.\n\nYou hurry after her, having a bit of a shock when you spot a girl identical to Ami, albeit wearing nothing but a pair of high-rise black panties, a black band around her breasts, and black slippers, brushing what looks like a broom with steel bristles across the floor. Her head jerks up, red eyes widening. "Two?"\n\n"Three!" Ami calls again, throwing her arms around the identical girl and hugging her tightly. "You're still here!"\n\nYou arrive next to them, doing your best to block several curious stares with your back as the scantily-clad version of your friend somewhat awkwardly hugs her back, trying not to hit her in the head with the broom handle. "Vazha went broke. He defaulted on his rent and left in the middle of the night three months overdue. The entire stock of Amis and Abes he had became station property after that."\n\n"Oh Three," Ami murmurs, sounding on the verge of tears as she squeezes into the hug tighter. Sniffling, she steps back, still keeping hold of her twin's free hand as she looks at you. "Um, this is the third AMI from my production batch. I was the second. We were both in a store here together. I... I never thought I'd see her again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let them have their reunion, then move on.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Maybe, ah, Three can help?|Cypher5x5]]

"Make sure her will is completely broken," you order. "Don't want her getting any ideas she's still a man... or a person... after this."\n\nImmediately two of them move forward, hauling Ranma up and onto her knees. She wobbles a bit in place, but stays up... and looks upward, glassy-eyed and slightly pleading, as they gather around again.\n\nThis time they just begin rubbing their cocks against her face, though... pressing them to her lips, stepping in a bit to let their balls brush against her hair or cheeks. You can see that little last bit of defiance as she squirms and struggles a bit, turning her head away from one or the other, her hands nudging ineffectually against their knees.\n\nBut when one of them actually puts a hand on her head and pushes her towards his cock, the last bit of her resistance crumbles to nothing. She obediently opens her mouth and slides it over his prick, starting to bob it up and down, suckling obediently as the others continue stroking themselves and jutting their cocks towards her face. No further touches are required to urge her as she brings her hands up, wrapping them around two random cocks and starting to stroke, nor as she turns her head to suck another of the waiting dicks all being offered to her.\n\nAfter she's sucked out about the fifth load in the blowbang, you take a moment to open the debug menu and lock Ranma in female form permanently... no need to let her go back to pretending to be a guy again when she's a thoroughly broken slut. Once her face and tits have been so thoroughly covered in cum that it looks like she's been double-glazed, you dismiss the hentai males and get up, walking over to her and proffering your own stiff prick. There's no hesitation this time as she leans forward and starts to suck it, making soft 'mmf, mmn' noises as she does, clearly trying to be a good little whore and get you off. \n\n"That's right, from now on you're going to do as you're told, aren't you?" you say smugly, grinning down at her.\n\nRanma slips your cock out of her mouth for a moment, replacing it with her stroking hand as she says, in a defeated near-monotone, "Yessir."\n\n"Because you're a good little slut who knows her purpose is to pleasure cocks, right?"\n\nHer eyes flick downwards in humiliation, but she murmurs another, "Yessir" before leaning forward and slipping your cock back into her mouth.\n\n"Good girl. Now..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Show me those holes."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Let's get you cleaned up and go home."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Let's talk about who you're going to bring me for some more fun."|RanDeb]]

Hm... for now you're kind of just enjoying watching these guys work. Grinning, you find another boulder to sit on, leaning back a bit and just continuing to lightly stroke your dick as you watch the gang of generic males have their way with Ranma.\n\nIt's not until the fifth one that he suddenly starts picking up the pace, pumping faster and faster while Ranma gives louder muffled protests around the current cock in her mouth, then a loud squeal around it as the hentai male thrusts in and apparently empties his balls into her in a single hard gush, cum spattering out around the base of his cock where it's spreading her pussy open. He stays pressed in for long seconds, hips pressing and shoving as if making sure every last drop has been emptied, before he pulls out and steps aside. You have a brief but clear view of Ranma's slightly gaping, now utterly jizz-smeared pink pussy before another hentai male steps in and stuffs her full of throbbing generic prick again, Ranma giving a high, slightly despairing groan around the shaft pumping between her lips. \n\nNow the hentai males seem to be fucking her for longer, playing with her body less and instead standing back, watching her tits jiggle as they stroke themselves and wait their turn. It's much longer before the latest one to rape her vulnerable, now messy pussy finishes, but he cums as well, once again sending thick splatters of white cream dribbling down her skin to tease her asshole and to dribble onto the rock below. It's shortly after the third load gets pumped into her pussy that the one fucking her mouth finally goes off, shoving in deep and pressing her face into his crotch, gushes of jizz still spurting around her lips and splattering all over his balls and her face despite the fact that he's cumming right down her throat.\n\nThe hentai males definitely seem as inexhaustible as advertised... either that or they keep swapping out for more, identical hentai males as they finish, because they just keep moving in to fuck Ranma's pussy and face, one after the other, relentlessly, for hours. You watch as the proud, formerly male martial artist's struggles go from angry and defiant writhing and calls around the cock in her mouth, to more token struggles and muffled grunts and groans, and finally turning into something like low, despairingly pleasured moans around the fat shafts pumping between her pretty pink cum-smeared lips. You shudder and let yourself cum as you notice her actually spreading her legs of her own volition when one of the hentai males steps in to make use of her cumdump of a cunt, apparently without even realizing she's doing it, her obvious surrender enough to send long spurts of your cum shooting through the air to plop into the grass.\n\nShortly after, apparently realizing that she's no longer going to try to escape, the hentai males lift her off the rock and instead guide her down to straddle one of them that's laid back on the ground. She groans as her dripping pussy is guided onto his prick, but doesn't start to move until one of them slaps her ass... then she starts actually riding him, moaning lowly in shame as her sweaty tits rub across his chest. "Nnnh, fuck, please, please," she whines, though it's not clear at this point whether she's begging them to stop or begging them to keep fucking her. Either way she's muffled again by another of them pushing into her mouth, though you think from this angle you can actually see her sucking and licking at him a bit. Two more move to her sides, grabbing her hands and pressing them around their pricks, more using her fingers as masturbation sleeves than actually getting handjobs as they thrust against her palms.\n\nBut the real reason for the change of position becomes obvious as another one moves behind her, one hand spreading her buttock to the side while the other guides his own prick to her bared pucker. "Mmf?! MMF!" Ranma cries in protest around the cock she'd been semi-obediently sucking until then, her eyes going wide and her struggles renewed... and a muffled yet loud "MMMMMNNNNN!" of protest and pleasure as that cock forces itself into her asshole, claiming her anal virginity as well. For a little while her struggles renew, trying to wriggle her way out of the surrounding hentai males, even as the ones she's being forced to jerk off start spraying their loads all over her sweat-glistening body and into her hair.\n\nIt's a pretty good deal, you think smugly, since you get to watch her be broken all over again. Just like before she keeps up her protests and struggling for awhile, but with every load emptied into all three of her holes she loses some of the vigor, and more obedience creeps back in. As the light gradually starts to fade so does her resistance, and by the time you have to spawn some lanterns to make sure you still have a clear view, she's now fully obedient, bobbing her head over the cock thrusting into her mouth and shaking her hips like a whore between the cocks pumping into her pussy and ass. Her hands stroke off the hentai males at her side without any guidance from them, jerking them to completion all over her sides and back and tits and face again and again without even needing to be urged.\n\nFinally the hentai males draw back, standing in a loose ring around Ranma as she lays sprawled on her front, legs lightly splayed and arms at her sides. Her gaping pussy and ass are both steadily dribbling the cum they've been overfilled with, and her body occasionally gives little shudders and twitches, no doubt in aftershocks of the numerous orgasms she's been forced to have during her long forced fuck fest. Ah, looks like Ranma's reached the 'completely exhausted' stage and they're waiting on your next order.\n\n<hr>\n[["That's enough."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Finish breaking her will."|RanDeb8x5]]\n\n[["Really stretch those holes."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Break her mind."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Leave no hole unfucked!"|RanDeb]]\n\n[["My turn."|RanDeb]]

Hm. Maybe you should get Ranma out somewhere more remote, where there's less chance of being interrupted. Plus you never know, there might be more room for broader-ranging things if you head out somewhere with... ... more room.\n\nUnfreezing the window, you announce, "Hey, Ranma, y'think we probably ought to make ourselves scarce?"\n\n"Huh?" The redhead frowns a little. "How come?"\n\n"Well, I think I heard something about Akane helping with dinner, and-"\n\nYou'd almost think Ranma was the one with freeze-the-sim open menu powers by how she instantly disappears, though the sound of the window opening draws your attention in time to see her clambering out. "Training trip! Training trip to the woods, emergency training trip!"\n\nAmused, you let her lead the way, bounding across rooftops and fencetops and eventually treetops, until finally you come to a stop well into the forest outside of town. (Huh, wonder if there's actually such a convenient wilderness outside of the actual Nerima? Isn't it a part of Tokyo?) Ranma leans against a tree, huffing a bit, seeming less tired and more vastly relieved. "Oh man... that was close... thanks for the warning," she puffs out.\n\n"Don't mention it," you reply nonchalantly, before popping the menu open again, once more freezing her in place. Let's see, something that wasn't there before... oh hey, looks like [[Summoning|RanDeb8x2]] has moved itself up high on the menu, guess since there's lots of room and more theoretical opportunity to bring things forth here it got put on higher priority. Let's see, there's also [[Potions|RanDeb]] and [[Scenarios|RanDeb]] in the other top two slots, you guess that means those are the obvious things to do.\n\nOr, y'know, now that you've got her out away from prying eyes or interrupting walk-ins, you could just [[rape her|RanDeb9x1]]. Y'know, since it's on the table.

You're kind of interested to see what one of those gangbang mobs from hentai looks like from 'ground level', as it were. You select that option, and immediately a handful of naked men appears in the little clearing you and Ranma have stopped in. They all look exactly the same... somewhat muscular physiques, big jutting dicks, and scruffy brown hair that casts their upper faces into shadow. The selection menu drops away, but everything still seems to be on pause for the moment since another one has popped up: 'Please designate initial target.'\n\nHm, wonder how it works? Well, this whole thing seems to be pretty adaptive, probably works lots of ways. So you simply point at Ranma and say "Her."\n\nThe screen flashes for the briefest of moments to 'Confirmed' before dropping away. The world comes off of 'pause' with the rustling of leaves in the breeze and Ranma puffing. But that same instant all of the newly-summoned men curl their lips into the exact same leer full of wicked intent as they turn towards Ranma, who doesn't even notice their arrival until they've descended on her.\n\n"What the?! Hey! Get the fuck off!" Ranma shouts, struggling wildly and trying to go on the counterattack. You're not sure she'd even be able to resist them if they hadn't caught her completely by surprise, considering, but they're already on top of her and swarming her by the time she even knows they're there, grabbing her limbs and restraining her movements. "Ah! Hey, knock it off, you damn perverts!" the redhead continues to shout, seemingly not quite having grasped the full gravity of her situation as her clothes are yanked and torn, pants and the boxers under them yanked off and shirt hauled open and then torn to shreds off of her body as if the silk were nothing more than thin gauze. She continues to struggle and kicked as they heft her up and carry her over to a convenient boulder with a mostly flat top, pinning her down. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?! Get offa me you AAAAA!"\n\nRanma cries out as one of the hentai males unceremoniously stuffs his cock into her vulnerable pussy, apparently eager to get on with doing what hentai males do. Ranma's back arches, bare tits wobbling as her struggles shift, becoming more feeble and more desperate at the same time. "Nnnnh! N-no way, no, you can't!" she protests, voice quavering as he starts to fuck her. "B-but I'm a guuuy!" she whines even as her pussy is stuffed full of cock over and over again, and hands reach out to fondle and squeeze her jiggling tits, squeezing them rroughly and letting the yielding flesh bulge out from between generic fingers.\n\nHaving discarded your own clothes, you stroke your stiff prick as you watch. The first hentai male doesn't seem interested in fucking Ranma all the way to his own completion, merely pumping into her for a few minutes before pulling out and stepping aside... and allowing another, identical hentai male to take his place, plunging back into Ranma's pussy as she cries out again. Seems they mostly want to make sure she knows she's going to get fucked by all of them... however many that is, for some reason it's hard to get a precise number. You guess it's as many as it needs to be, you think as the second one pulls out after his couple of minutes and a third moves in, stuffing his cock into Ranma's now dripping (despite all her protests and cries) cunt and fucking her with the same rough, quick rhythm the other two used. "L-lemme go! Stop, stommf!" Ranma's protests are muffled as her head's pushed to one side and one of those big, generic cocks is stuffed into her mouth, the leering hentai male starting to facefuck her, her throat gradually bulging up as he pushes in deeper and deeper, splatters of saliva forced out around her pretty pink lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Just enjoy the show.|RanDeb8x4]]

More curious than anything else, you tap the Summoning option. It of course switches to a new set of options, but this time it's 'Individuals' and 'Groups'.\n\nUnder 'Individuals', it has things like [[Demon|RanDeb]], [[Tentacle Monster|RanDeb]], and [[Perverted Martial Artist|RanDeb]]. Heh, isn't that last one just you in this sim?\n\nThe 'Groups' thing has some more interesting options, like...\n\n[[Hentai Males|RanDeb8x3]] - A bunch of dudes with shadows on their upper faces and big permahard dicks. Apparently they'll descend on their target and fuck them thoroughly, and inexhaustively, and with as many of them as they need at any given time, until the target is completely exhausted and their summoner tells them to stop.\n\n[[Filly Busters|RanDeb]] - A large group of anthro horsemen, with extremely large dicks. Unlike the Hentai Males (who are mentioned to be silent and will simply fuck the target unless given specific instructions), these apparently aim to "break" the target... mind, body, and spirit, with lots of rough language and other humiliating things.\n\n[[Rapewolves|RanDeb]] - 'Exactly what it says on the tin', as they say... a big pack of horny wolves that will descend on the target and savagely rape them.

"Ah, actually, Wiz asked me to help her out with something here at the shop," you note, causing the brown-haired woman to glance upward curiously as if wondering exactly what she asked you to help with. "And I don't wanna just walk out on her, I'll probably be here like an hour longer."\n\n"Oh, that's fine, don't want to put her in a bad spot since she provides me with fun stuff. I'll meet you back at the apartment then, instead of in the park, okay?"\n\nBetter and better! You exchange pleasant parting messages with Mai, then draw the pocket watch out of your pocket and look at it thoughtfully. ... Aha. You turn to Wiz and hold it out. "Wind this for an hour."\n\n"Hm? Oh, the Hypnosis Pocketwatch. Okay," Wiz acknowledges without a word, accepting it and starting to wind the top fob, arms pressing her bare tits together and making them shake just a bit with every little twist of her fingers. \n\nA very pleasant view, as well as getting out of doing the winding yourself! Grinning, you decide to actually help out a little and put the other "devious items" back where she got them from... probably best not to mix methods, and besides they'll always be there later if you want to use them. You've got an even more reliable method for making Wiz compliant now, after all. (You're not entirely sure how long the command to obey you will last... you somehow feel like it's not permanent and might end with the rest of your notation about when she can get dressed.) Once you've finished putting those away, you entertain yourself mostly by watching her naked body as she winds the watch, moving in to fondle her occasionally, squeezing her thick thighs or plump butt, even parting it to take a good look at her pucker. She doesn't seem to mind... apparently that all falls under not caring about being naked in front of you, although you notice that her face is flushed and her pussy is glistening after you've spent awhile toying with her like that.\n\nFinally, she holds out the watch. "Here you go, all wound up!"\n\n"Thanks, Wiz." You accept the watch and pocket it again, then wave. "See you around!"\n\n"Bai bai~!" she chirps, waving back and causing more boobjiggling.\n\nYou return to the apartment, Mai calling out a greeting from where she's lounging on the couch wearing a loose white T-shirt (well, it's still a little snug around the chest) and black thong. "Hey, good timing! I ordered a pizza a little bit ago so it should be getting here any minute."\n\n"Cool, cool," you answer, heading over to flop down beside her and run a hand along her bare thigh. Hm... both hers and Wiz's are about as nice. You jerk your hand back as she flicks it with her middle finger and gives you a cheeky wink, apparently not wanting to be in the middle of anything when the pizza shows up. ... Well, you can "fix" that if you want later, you guess. \n\n"Find anything fun?"\n\n"Eh, not particularly," you answer, oddly feeling a bit like you're answering 'anything happen today at school'.\n\nSure enough the doorbell rings about five minutes later and Mai gets up, lightly slapping her hips and making her practically bare ass jiggle before she heads over to answer it, apparently not feeling the need to put on pants to get a pizza. (Maybe that counts as the tip, to judge by the happy look on the delivery girl's face.) The two of you sit at the table to eat, and you wait until your stomach is full before saying, "Oh, I just remembered, I actually did find one thing!"\n\n"Hm? Yeah?" Mai asks, dabbing her lips with a napkin as she looks over at you.\n\n"Yup!" You slip the pocketwatch out of your pocket and click it open as you raise it, letting it drop from the chain at an angle so it will start to sway. "Found this!"\n\n"Heh, seriously, Eric, a pocketwatch? They sell those... all over the park..." She says, her voice starting to gradually get thicker as her eyes follow the swaying motion back and forth, her hands slowly lowering as if getting heavier. "Hope you... didn't pay... a lot... for..." She trails off completely as her eyes go dull and heavy-lidded, hands dropping completely to her sides as she sags in the chair.\n\n"Mai, I want you to get up, strip down, and then go lay on your back on the bed," you declare as you lower the watch.\n\n"Okay," she replies in a vague tone as she stands up, immediately slipping her hands into the waistband of the thong and pushing it down until it drops, standing bottomless for a moment as she steps out of the panties and then pulls off the shirt. You appreciate the usual jiggleshow as she walks over to the bed, somewhat robotically moving to lay down on it and stare at the ceiling. You stroll over to stand beside her and, just for good measure, hold up the pocketwatch up and start swaying it in front of her face again. Wiz did say that changing the body as well as the mind required talking her through it, so best to put in some extra effort.\n\n"Alright, Mai, I want you to watch the movement of the pocketwatch. Listen to its ticking. You can feel the ticking running all through your body, can't you?"\n\n"Yes," Mai answers hazily, though you notice her nipples stiffen up and she gives the faintest of shivers, subtle indications she's growing more aware of her body despite how deeply she's under.\n\n"The ticking is filling you up, running all through you, touching every cell in your body. As the ticking continues, you're going to feel your body start to change. It will change a bit more with every tick, just as I say it will. You're going to feel yourself start to become-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-bigger."|HLMai]]\n\n[["-harder."|HLMai]]\n\n[["-younger."|HLMai]]

"Hm." You pick the watch up by the chain and flip it open, the sound of its ticking actually impressively loud without actually being blaring. "So I just pick this up, and dangle it by the chain in front of someone, and they'll get hypnotized?" you ask, matching action to word and holding it up in the general direction of Wiz's face, tapping the watch with your other hand to set it swaying back and forth.\n\n"Um, y-yes, it actually... it actually... works very fast... on... almost... anyone," she says, her voice growing thicker and slower by the second, until she's slumped slightly forward, jaw a bit slack and shoulders heavy, eyes heavy-lidded and dull.\n\n... Huh. It really did work, assuming she's not just putting you on. Well, you'll just have to check! "Wiz, can you hear me?"\n\n"Yes," she slurs back in a heavy, drowsy tone, swaying just a bit in place as she speaks.\n\n"Alright. Then I want you to drop your robes!" you declare, grinning.\n\n"Yes," she repeats, immediately reaching up to the neck of the robes and fiddling with something. Then she gives a tug, the loosened top opening and the robes dropping to the floor to pile around her feet. ... Wow, she was completely naked under there. Ha, guess she was lewder than she let on! But she simply stands there, slightly slumped forward, showing no signs of embarrassment or hesitation about standing nude in front of you, showing off her full breasts and smooth-shaven crotch, as well as fairly generous hips and a plump, round ass. You reach out and give one of those breasts (<i>almost</i> as good as Mai's!) a squeeze, and her expression doesn't so much as flicker, even when you tweak her nipple and give it a few tugs. \n\n"Alright, Wiz," you continue, <i>fairly</i> certain now she's probably not faking it, since she definitely didn't seem like the sort that could ignore being naked in front of others or being toyed with. "Is there anything else I should know about the watch?"\n\n"If you wind it up for an hour beforehand, it can change someone's body as well when you have them under," Wiz replies drowsily, head slowly dipping side-to-side as she says it. "But it has to be a whole hour. And you have to talk them through the changes." \n\nOof. That's both a really neat extra ability and a really troublesome requirement. Wind a watch for a whole hour? That'd be a real pain in the ass... and the fingers. Especially since it would mean planning out any doing so ahead of time. What if you want to do weird hypnosis-based things to a girl <i>now</i>? ... Oh, speaking of which. You look at Wiz for a moment, then say, "Alright, Wiz, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You'll have forgotten all about showing me this stuff or me using the watch on you. You also won't think anything about me being here in the back room with you... or about you being naked, both of those will seem perfectly natural, and you'll do whatever I ask you to. You won't even think about putting your robes back on until I've left, understand?"\n\n"Yes."\n\n"Alright then." Tucking the watch into your pocket, you raise your hand and snap your fingers.\n\nWiz blinks, eyes quickly clearing as she straightens up, breasts giving a very small jiggle as she moves more upright. "Hmmm? Was I doing something?" she asks, raising a hand to put a fingertip to her lip and glancing aside, apparently neither noticing or caring that her arm is pressing one bare breast against the other one. Before you can answer, there's a ring from the phone on the wall nearby and she turns to head over, round ass jiggling almost as much as her tits as walks to the wall and picks up the receiver. "Hello, employee apothecary shop! Oh, hello Mai. ... Why yes, actually, he is! Just one moment." She turns and proffers you the phone. "It's Mai, she apparently thought you might be here."\n\nAccepting the phone, you put it to your ear and say hello, immediately hearing Mai's chirpy voice. "Hey, I decided to take most of the day off, so why don't we get together and have lunch and then we can find something fun to do?"\n\n... You know when you think about it it's almost redundant to hypnotize a hot woman who <i>already</i> wants to jump your bones at any given moment. ... But! Fun things are fun because they are those specific fun things, not because they're the only fun! The only question now is whether you should meet up with her immediately, or put her off for an hour so that you can wind the watch for its special ability.\n\n<hr>\n[[Meet up now.|HLMai13x1]]\n\n[[Delay.|HLMai12x2]]

Even as you're spluttering and trying to get a coherent thought together, Destro is lifting you up, his hands firm on your waist as he raises you into the air, that flared cockhead pressing your buttocks apart and the bumped tip coming to rest against your pucker. "Wait!" is all you manage to blurt out before he completely fails to wait and instead pulls you down onto it, the flare spreading you wide and then popping inside you, stretching you even wider ahead of his huge, thick shaft as it starts sliding inside you.\n\nYour eyes roll and your teeth grit, your hands grabbing hold of his large fingers and your body twitching as almost immediately the bulge caused by his flare appears right above your own crotch. It travels higher and higher, followed by the lesser but still obscene bulge of the rest of his cock as he continues to slowly, smoothly, mercilessly pull you down onto him as your body twitches. Impossibly you do seem to be stretching around him despite it feeling like you shouldn't be able to, and there's no real pain, just intense, intense sensation that part of your brain is really trying to reject as being pleasure. You make low little whimpers and gargling noises as he continues to slide you onto his cock with all the easy, practiced patience of putting on a condom, not stopping until the bulge of his flare is showing near the top of your chest, the opening of his sheath is pressing against your massively stretched pucker, and your balls are resting against his much, much, much bigger ones.\n\n"Theeere we go, there's a good fleshlight," Destro rumbles as he starts working you up and down in smooth, quick strokes, obviously settling right into his preferred masturbation rhythm. Because that's obviously what it is, the tiny little coherent part in the back of your brain realizes as you're moved over his prick through no power of your own, your limp legs twitching to the sides of his powerful thighs as he strokes you over himself. You really are being used as a fleshlight, an onahole, a sex toy, he's not fucking you he's just using your ass as a sex sleeve to get himself off.\n\nIn spite of that thought and the overwhelming intensity of that massive horse dick in your ass (or, the thing you'd rather not acknowledge, <i>because</i> of those things), your cock gradually hardens further and further, until it's jutting stiffly in the air, wagging back and forth with Destro's pumping you on his prick, slinging lines of pre through the air. Apparently the big horseman notices, because he lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead and turn gay, kitten," he rumbles in an amused, encouraging tone. "Ain't never fucked a hole, ass or pussy, that didn't turn into a cock addict, so don't worry about it!"\n\n'Ohshit ohshit I am I'm turning gay I'm turning into a cock addict he's making me into a cock addict fuuuuuck!' you think, your head lolling a bit as you cum from your ass for the first time, your entire stretched hole squeezing and shuddering all around that big bestial prick stuffed up inside you. But though Destro gives a heavy <i>whuff</i> through his nostrils that said your quivering assgasm pleased him, he's clearly not ready to cum himself, since he continues masturbating himself with your body at the same even, quick pumping motion as before.\n\nYou're dimly aware of other members of the company, both the full members and your fellow kittens, walking by as Destro continues to use you so obscenely and shamelessly right out in the open, some barely glancing, some stopping to watch for awhile. But you're too caught up in your own feelings to care too much about it other than the vague hint of embarrassment and humiliation as you cum three more times from your ass and once with your cock, spurting out long ropes of thick white seed onto the sand as your twitching, spasming prick wobbles around in time with Destro's pumping you on his prick.\n\nBut finally Destro lets out a long, loud whinny as he pulls you down harder than before, the opening of his sheath actually pushing your ass open just a bit wider and slipping inside you and the flare of his cock pushing up to the very bottom of your throat. His first gush of cum fountains right out of your mouth as you twitch and shudder, feeling his hot seed spurt right out of you to splatter over your face and down your chin. But after the first few gushes he brings a hand up and clamps it tightly over your mouth, holding it there as you squirm, his cum flowing back down and bulging up your belly instead, slowly swelling it up until you look almost full-term pregnant, your round, sloshing cumbelly pressing your cock downward as it spurts your own pathetic in comparison load all over the sand again.\n\n"Therrrre we go," Destro rumbles as he finally finishes cumming, your eyes still rolled up and glassy as he takes his hand away, some of the cum pooled in your mouth and throat dribbling down your chin again. "And hey, as a bonus, pet, you won't need your ration of food tonight! Looks like you've got a full stomach already," he adds with a chuckle, patting your cumbelly and making it wobble. "I'll have it shared out among the rest of the kittens, that ought to raise their opinion of you," he adds in an amused tone as he slowly lifts your limp, dangling body up and off himself, his flared cockhead popping out of you along with a rush of cum before he drops you to the ground nearby, like tossing aside a used condom.\n\nYou must pass out, because the next thing you know you're being shaken awake in the morning. Apparently someone cleaned you up and put you to bed, because when you blearily come around you're on and under a blanket in the kitten tent, with the other newcomers already starting to pack it up and break it down. You might almost be tempted to think that what happened yesterday was some sort of bizarre dream, except besides a sort of faint, tingly, almost expectant feeling in your ass, there's also that some of the other kittens toss you little looks and snicker as they work. Blushing, you get up and get to work as well, finding your belt and loincloth resting beside your bedroll and quickly tucking your hardening dick into it.\n\nAs you once again help with breaking down the camp and readying for that day's travel, you can't help but find your gaze drawn to the male members of the company. Where before your eyes had been pulled like magnets to the bouncing breasts and swaying asses of the female members, you now find yourself passing over those without much of a thought, and instead unconsciously seeking out the bulging crotches of the men, unthinkingly trying to trace the lines of shafts or sheaths or balls beneath loincloths or pants. 'Well... fuck,' you think with a sigh. Seems like Destro wasn't lying... whether or not you want to, you can't seem to stop thinking about dick now.\n\n"Well hello there, cutie," Destro's voice booms just as you're thinking that, making you jump and whirl towards him, cheeks red as you feel your cock harden under the thin cloth just at the sound of his voice and the thought of him. It's definitely a weird mingling of sensation to realize that he's in horse form again, apparently already harnessed and loaded up with his burden for the day. "You're riding again, aren't you? I did so enjoy you on top of me all day yesterday, thinking about getting to use your hole at the end of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|RunCI]]\n\n[[... ye...|RunCI]]

Firming your shoulders, you walk over to the big horse, actually spotting an easy way to mount up by putting a foot on one of the bags he's loaded with and swinging up onto the harness where it's largely like a saddle anyway. More of the company members laugh but a few others applaud, though you can't help but think that a few of them have rather knowing smiles as they turn and set out.\n\n'What's the worst that "paying it back" could involve?' you think with a snort as you settle in as best you can when the horse sets out walking, easily keeping pace with the others without really needing any guidance from you. 'I have to take care of the horses when we stop? Oh no, horrors.' After all, the absolute worst that could involve is like, shoveling some manure, right? And how much since you're out in the middle of nowhere? You can do something like that, playing groom for awhile actually sounds like it wouldn't be so bad, that's one way to make yourself useful. \n\nYou feel a little bad that you were the only one of the kittens to have enough guts to endure the mockery and get a ride, watching the others struggle along a bit walking in the sand, but you're also rather glad that you did since you're, y'know... not having to struggle to walk along in the sand. In fact riding Destro isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it's easy enough once you get the hang of moving your body a bit in time with his own motions. You largely settle in, just looking out around the desert, not that there's a lot of it to see. Though around midday, you blink and squint, pointing towards the heat haze ahead. "What's that?"\n\n"Mm," Thundercracker says, squinting as he brings his own horse up alongside Destro... then lets out a loud snort. "Looks like it's probably some fool or fools who got petrified out here."\n\n"Petrified... wait, from running out of Sol?" you ask, squinting ahead as well, then jerking back as you realize that the unmoving object does have the same color and glint as the rocks you've passed. "You really turn to stone if you run out?!"\n\n"You really do," the rather busty, thicc tiger woman riding a giant, albeit more slenderly-built tiger mount, declares as she lopes up on your other side. "Get low enough on Sol, the nanites start sucking energy out of your cells to sustain themselves instead of putting it out to sustain you. The result, you turn to solid rock, same as if you were always a statue. Every living thing on Ajiptus is in threat of it... well, not the plants, not sure how that works, but all the animals."\n\nThat makes you blink. "The animals too?"\n\n"The animals too," Thundercracker declares in amusement. "They've got Sol reserves and need recharging same as the rest of us. They've learned by instinct that they need to fuck often, sometimes whenever they get the chance. Pass a pigpen and you'll find them porking away at all hours!" he adds with a laugh, the tigress shooting him an amused look of her own.\n\nAs the company slowly approaches the statue ahead, people murmur and point, apparently finding it a bit strange in shape... then you hear some of the company members burst into laughter. Once you're close enough to make out why, you feel a strange mingling of amusement yourself along with a fair bit of horror and a bit of shock and disgust. The petrification obviously isn't too old, since there's still some scraps of cloth and leather clinging to both figures. One figure being a horse, head turned as if looking back at the other and now slightly sandblasted nostrils flared, the other figure being a male feline anthro of some kind, petrified in the midst of thrusting into the stone mare's pussy, member disappearing between the thick lips and seemingly merged into them, as if both had been carved from the same massive gray granite block.\n\n"Some merchant who decided he could make it across some stretch of desert by himself from his nice big Sol reserves," Thundercracker snorts as some of the company members dismount and head over to start examining. "But he ran out and tried recharging with his steed, but waited too long."\n\n"I... I thought sex always recharged both parties?" you murmur, staring at the lewd tableau frozen forever in time, or at least until sandstorms bury or erode them.\n\n"Only if you don't let your reserve get too low first," the tigress speaks up. "Activity requires energy, which requires Sol... if there's not enough left between you, fucking will burn more Sol than it recharges, and you get, well, that."\n\n"Hey! Careful!" you can hear one of the other company members, a lizard man, snap at one of the kittens that's helping to strip the statues as he bumps into the horse's legs. "Show some respect!"\n\n"'Show some respect'? As we're looting what are basically corpses?" you can't help but say rather dryly.\n\n"Bad luck to break the petrified," the tigress says airily, as if she didn't necessarily believe in the superstition, but didn't not-believe hard enough to chance it.\n\n"Especially the ones who went out mid-thrust," Thundercracker speaks up in a bit more fervent of a tone. "They say if you petrify as you're cumming, you stay mid-orgasm forever."\n\n"'They' say, and how would 'they' know?" the tigress counters with a snort, to which Thundercracker doesn't have any reply but some vague muttering.\n\nThere's not that much excitement throughout the rest of the day, mostly just being a slog across the sand. You're definitely glad you decided to risk the teasing or censure of your peers and ride... you can just kind of zone out and not worry too much about the weirdness and threat of the situation. As evening begins to come on, Lucario calls a halt and for camp to be set up, with you getting off of Destro and, at Thundercracker's direction, starting to unload the various bags, satchels, and other things he was carrying besides you. As you duck down to undo the leather harness, you blush a bit and try not to stare at the rather massive sheath and pair of huge, glossy black balls between his hindlegs. Obviously you'd gotten the impression Destro was a stallion earlier, but you hadn't realized quite <i>what</i> a stallion since you were on top of him. Not that it's <i>too</i> embarrassing, since-\n\n"Oh, caught you 'mirin', huh?" a deep voice booms.\n\nYou yelp and scramble back a bit, falling to your ass on the sand, and staring with wide eyes as Destro rears up... but not like a horse might normally do. In fact he just sort of <i>rises</i> to his hind legs, body flowing and changing almost like a liquid. His head remains almost unchanged, muzzle shortening and face taking on an only slightly more humanized appearance, but the silver barding mask still fitting him just fine. His upper body changes shape the most, shoulders sloping outward and forelegs taking on thick muscle and turning into arms, hooves splitting into thick-nailed fingers, his barrel flattening and taking on more distinct muscle tone of pecs and abs. Though his hips shift to a more humanlike configuration and his legs take on a slightly different, thicker shape, his feet still end in large, powerful black hooves... and that thick sheath and massive balls remain unchanged, albeit now settled a bit differently to properly fit on the front of his crotch.\n\n"You... you... you..." you squeak, vaguely noticing in the background that two or three of the other steeds have similarly adopted humanoid forms.\n\n"Mmmm, I'm really glad you took that bargain, truth be told," Destro booms, rolling his head around on his thick neck before he leans down, picking you up with those big hands as if you weighed practically nothing, a few quick motions undoing your belt and dropping it, and the loincloth, to the sand before you can protest. "Normally I'm stuck fucking the mares and stallions when we're out and about, Lucario hardly ever lets me have a cute little kitten for a fleshlight," he continues as he moves over to sit down on a crate and turns you to sit on his lap... or rather straddling his sheath, since you can actually almost sit on top of it. "But you volunteered, so that's nice."\n\n"Fleshlight?!" you yelp in a mixture of indignation and fear... then abruptly go silent, staring just as wide-eyed as before as his cock slips out of his sheath and starts to harden. It's just as deep of an ink-black as his hide, and obviously equinoid, with a flared, almost flat head and a thick ring around the middle. It slides along your own balls and cock the entire way as it comes out, the physical stimulation making you grow a little hard despite your shock, fear, and intimidation by its sheer size. In fact by the time it's finished unsheathing, it reaches up almost to the top of your chest, leaving you staring down at the head with the faint knowledge you'd basically just have to tilt your neck to suck it. "Th-... that would never fit," you declare faintly, the only thing that will really come to mind.\n\n"Everything always fits on Ajiptus, fleshlight," Destro declares breezily. "The nanites will see that you stretch wide enough. Now, let's get to it, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... I, uh, I, but, it, it's...!"|RunCI2x2]]\n\n[["... Nope."|RunCI]]\n\n[["... Yessir! ❤|RunCI]]

You start to kneel down and reach for the planchette, before you realize that trying to do that will be a pain... besides, it will be more spooky and supernatural if it's less like an invisible hand's moving it and more like it's moving on its own. So instead you stretch out your hands, concentrating on mentally reaching out for the planchette instead. Interestingly you can sort of feel it even though you're not touching it, as if you'd wrapped it completely in your hands despite not even touching it. You wait for a moment, for Melissa to raise her hands again and call "Spirits! If you are there, please, answer us! Are! You! There?!"\n\nThen Alissa gives a loud yelp as you slide the planchette right out from under her fingers, both of them staring as it slides over to rest its window over the 'Yes' at the bottom of the board.\n\n"H-holy," Alissa murmurs, starting to cross herself before Melissa smacks her lightly on the back of the head, the 'Evil' twin's eyes not leaving the board as she does.\n\n"Oh man it really worked, I knew there had to be some in this not-Hogwarts," Melissa murmurs, before clearing her throat and declaring again, "Spirit! Do you mean us harm?!"\n\nKind of late to be asking now that they've already initiated contact, you think, as any scary movie ought to have told them. But you go ahead and slide the planchette over to 'No', since you don't intend harm (just mischief). Still, both of them visibly relax, apparently feeling that ghosts can't lie, and Melissa continues, "Then, spirit, are you here to do us well?"\n\nYeah, sure, why not, you think with a snicker as you slide it over to 'Yes'.\n\n"Alright, spirit, tell us what you want us to do and we'll do it!" Alissa now speaks up excitedly, practically bouncing on her heels.\n\nMelissa looks a little more dubious, but apparently feels she has to roll with it since she says, "Yes! Spirit, tell us what you have need of, that we might help you!" Both of them stare excitedly at the planchette as you start moving it again, reading out the letters aloud as you move it to them.\n\n<hr>\n[["K-I-S-"|RunFF13x7]]\n\n[["P-A-N-"|RunFF14x1]]\n\n[["S-T-R-"|RunFF]]

"-S?!" Alissa blurts, both of them's cheeks going pink.\n\n"Um... spirit, we don't quite understand," Melissa declares, obviously a little flustered but trying to seem composed. "When you say 'Kiss', do you mean... kiss <i>you</i>?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|RunFF]]\n\n[[No.|RunFF]]

Honestly it's pretty obvious huh? A little harmless peeping, or maybe making some thumping on the walls noises and knock some stuff over to hear the cute girlish screams of terror~! That's a natch, right? Right? Heheh.\n\nThe dorm is, like the boys' dorm, connected to the main building, albeit on the opposite side. Boys aren't allowed there, but you're guessing in your current state... well, no alarms go off when you cross the line that says 'No male students beyond this point', so you guess you're good. You drift down the hallway, thinking... now, how to actually determine whether anyone's still here without poking your head into every single room? Can ghosts do that, and thus can you do that? Hm... well, no harm in trying, you guess. You concentrate, trying to 'sense life', hoping that the attempt is close enough to whatever senses a ghost might have (assuming they have them) that you'll be able to pull it off.\n\nHey, it actually works! You can now see a sort of faint, fuzzy outline glow of people moving around in several spots, both through the doors on the first floor and the ceiling which means they're on the floors above. Okay, there's a pair of vaguely human-shaped lights moving around inside a room nearby, and the plaque on it says... 'Morgan'. Oho, the Morgan twins! A pair of sisters that, like you, are pretty new to the whole 'magic is real' thing. They made a bit of a splash on the first day of the semester by 1) being a pair of really cute twins and 2) being super into the occult. They were gushing excitedly to anyone who would listen about how they couldn't wait to talk to ghosts and commune with the great beyond... only to learn that's stuff for seniors. Oops. Still, it gives you a rather obvious 'in' if you wanted to try messing with them a bit.\n\nLet's see, one floor up, two blobs, that's... oh, that's probably Anna and Michelle. Two of the more attractive and popular girls in school... and widely rumored to be more than just roommates. If the teachers believe the rumors they haven't seen fit to reassign them to different rooms (perhaps exactly because they don't want to look like they're confirming the rumors). But yeah if you had to guess on two people for it to be who'd definitely take the chance to stay in the dorm without much of anyone else around, it would be those two.\n\nAnd from the distance, on the top floor there's one singular figure moving about a bit... ah, you're betting that's Heather Chase's room. Heather's a senior and definitely one of the hottest girls in school, and probably at least as rich as Deacon if not moreso... 'popular' might be stretching it, she's definitely popular among a certain set, for the rest she's kind of known as a bit of a bitch. You're a little surprised she's still here... not that she's still at school for the break, necessarily, but that she hasn't already snuck out and hit the clubs or something.\n\nThere's one more bit of light visible through the walls down towards the end of the hall, and even if the location didn't match up to the boys' dorm teacher room, you'd be able to tell since even in a slightly blobby form, the breasts and hips are plenty obvious. Ms. Rythe, the Summoning & Ectoplasmic Shaping teacher. Incredibly attractive, you almost feel like it might be a little much to try and spy on her. Could your heart take it? ... Do you even have a heart right now?\n\nUltimately, the room you decide on is...\n\n<hr>\n[[The Morgan twins'.|RunFF13x5]]\n\n[[Anna and Michelle's.|RunFF15x1]]\n\n[[Heather's.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Ms. Rythe's.|RunFF]]

The option of having ghost powers and messing with a pair of (cute) ghost-obsessed twins is just too good to pass up. Relaxing your 'ghost sight' you head towards their door and push through it, getting a look around as your face gets through the door. Hm... yeah, as expected, looks like they did all of their dorm decoration shopping at the new age shop and Spirit. Or whatever the local equivalent of Spirit is, you realize you never did get a chance to look around for one last month. Other than that it's laid out a lot like you and Julian's room, so your attention is quickly drawn to the twins themselves instead, where they're sitting in the center of the floor.\n\nBoth have long, straight (and rather limp) black hair, falling down around their shoulders and their backs, actually pooling on the floor a bit with them sitting on their heels, and very dark blue eyes (enough that in the candlelight they're currently using to light the room they're almost black). They're both fairly slight though decently-endowed for girls their age, breasts bordering on C-cups beneath the loose black shirts they're wearing, the collars falling off different shoulders. Their legs are bare, leading you to wonder if the shirts are all they're wearing... ah, no, a little shift from one of them gives a little flash of white. You know that standing, Melissa is the slightly taller one, but like this they're pretty much completely identical, though you can still tell them apart since they part their hair on different sides and their shirts say 'Good Twin' and 'Evil Twin'... let's see, Melissa parts her hair on the... right, you think, so she's 'Evil Twin', which makes Alissa 'Good Twin'.\n\nAnd as luck would have it, they're playing with a Ouija board! Oh man, a roomful of candles, a Ouija board, you couldn't ask for a better setup than this!\n\n"Oh spirits!" Melissa calls, lifting her hands from the... you think it's called a 'planchette'... and points them at the ceiling, while still staring raptly at the board. "Hear us now! Speak out, let us know you're there!"\n\n"I-I think it's moving!" Alissa half-squeals as the planchette wiggles some under her fingers.\n\n"!" Melissa stares at the planchette for a moment... then gives her sister a flat-eyed look. "You took the last soda, didn't you?"\n\n"... yes," Alissa murmurs, hanging her head.\n\nThere's something particularly hilarious about two budding mages who know for a fact that ghosts are real doing this sort of sleepover-style seance. You guess that since they won't get to learn real communion rituals until senior year, they're just falling back on their usual... actually they'd probably get in trouble for it if someone knew, Ouija boards are banned on school grounds, and from the tone of the teacher that was reading out the list of banned items, it's apparently pretty serious. Though certainly nothing serious of it seems to be coming of it now, other than an under-the-breath argument of 'You're moving it' 'No you're moving it'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Move the planchette.|RunFF13x6]]\n\n[[Mess with the lighting.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Poke the twins.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Possess Melissa.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Snitch on them.|RunFF]]

Oh, what the hell. You slide the ring onto your right ring finger, resisting the urge to make any more Lord of the Rings jokes either externally or internally. The second it's on firmly you turn a misty, translucent faint blue-white color... and your clothes drop to the floor right through your body. You blink a few times, staring down at yourself, which is now just a sort of general outline of your naked body that you can see through fairly easily, and that just kind of... fades out starting about an inch below the knees. Whoa. \n\nBoth Julian and Deacon had jumped a bit at you apparently vanishing and your clothes dropping to the floor, and Julian ventures a nervous, "Eric? Are you there? Are you okay?"\n\n"I'm fine," you answer... but to no change in their expression, not even a twitch from Julian's cat ears. Hm... oh right, ghost powers. You focus a bit on being heard, and repeat, "Yeah, I'm fine."\n\nBoth of them jump again, Deacon's eyes a little wide as he glances around before he says, "Fucking hell, that was actually fairly spooky, Amazing."\n\n"What was?"\n\n"Your voice, it's all... echo-y and a bit distorted, and just sort of comes from... that side of the room," Julian adds, gesturing in your general direction. "If I didn't know it was you I probably wouldn't have recognized it."\n\n"Huh. Sounds normal to me. Weird." You wonder if you could make yourself sound a bit more normal if you tried, but before you can test it Deacon grins and makes a shooing motion. "Now, go on, go on, get out there and have a bit of fun."\n\n"Fine, fine, I'm going," you reply, turning towards the door and walking towards it... though you find you move with a kind of drifting motion even though it feels like you're trying to move your legs regularly. You pause briefly as you get to the door though... Deacon encouraged you to make some mischief. But wouldn't it be fairly mischievous to just hang around here with the two of them when they think you've left? You'd be a bit more limited in your options, since obviously if ghostly nonsense started happening they'd immediately suspect you, but you could probably think of something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out.|RunFF13x3]]\n\n[[Stay in.|RunFF]]

Ehhhh... actually, Deacon's right, this is a pretty prime chance to get out there and do some fun stuff with no one the wiser! Grinning, you reach for the doorknob, then pause. Oh, right, may as well see if this works too. You psych yourself up a bit before just walking forward, forcing yourself not to stop when it seems like you'll smack into the door. And then you're just... sliding through it. It's vaguely like being underwater, and it does go dark for just a moment as your face goes through, but then you're emerging into the hallway. Whoa... neat. You glance back at the door, wondering briefly if there's going to be some smudge of ectoplasm there to tell on you, but nope, completely normal.\n\nThat emboldens you as you start drifting around through the hallways, poking your head through the doors of other dorm rooms (pretty much empty) and a few of the other rooms you pass. You notice that when you're in something solid, it really is like being in water, complete with a feeling of pressure to go a certain direction. If you relax completely you're pushed one way or the other out of it, which you suppose is a good thing too... you can't do something stupid like going through the ground and getting lost about what direction you're going and never getting back to the surface, you'd just 'float' back up and out. (... You assume. You guess it's possible it might try to push you through to the other side of the planet. ... Maybe best not to try it.) \n\nAt one point you see one of the security walkers (dressed like a completely normal security guard since that's what he is at the end of the day, despite probably knowing at least a handful of spells), and after a reflexive duck back against the wall, you hover over and wave your hands around in front of his face a few times. He does briefly seem to go a bit on-edge and glance around... but never actually at you. Hm, so if you try to make yourself noticed without getting direct, it results in that funky 'is someone there?' feeling, that's... ... informative and also a little terrifying thinking of all the times you've had that feeling yourself. But, thoughts for another day.\n\nNow that you're sure you won't be caught, you're feeling a bit more free to strut around the halls... well, float at a jauntier pace, anyway. Hm, now let's see, where to go?\n\n<hr>\n[[The girls' dorm.|RunFF13x4]]\n\n[[The classrooms.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Explore the school grounds.|RunFF]]

While it's more risk of your intrusion being discovered, you also want something impressive to take back to show for your efforts. You press your fingertips around the edges of the ring and hesitate briefly, but when you don't get flashes of any giant flaming eyes in your brain you raise it off its stand and slip it in your pocket. Hoping not to encounter any fish addicts, you make your way back to the room.\n\n"Well? Did you get in, Amazing?" Deacon asks as you slip back in.\n\n"Yeah, I got this thing," you answer, fishing the ring out of your pocket and holding it up. "Looks pretty fancy."\n\n"Let me see." The blonde boy snags the ring and looks it over, but frowns after a moment. "... It's an alteration charm of some sort, quite a powerful one too, but I'm not sure."\n\n"Here," Julian says, making a 'gimme' motion with the fingers of one hand. Deacon eyes him almost warily for a second, but nevertheless passes it over. The catboy spends a few seconds looking it over himself, before saying "I thiiiink it's... a Ring of Ghostself. Maybe even Greater Ghostself."\n\n"Dear lord, really? What a find!" Deacon blurts, eyes widening, then notices you staring and sighs a bit. "Right, right. Suffice to say, Amazing, you managed to snatch something that I'm actually a little surprised they just kept in there with the rest of the pranks and crystal balls. It's not that it's dangerous, necessarily, but it's rare, expensive, and very easy to get up to monumental amounts of mischief with."\n\n"Turns you into a ghost," Julian adds wryly.\n\n"Er... wait, you're not saying it kills you, right?"\n\n"No, it turns you into a ghost," Julian repeats firmly. "Look I have a little more experience with alteration charms so I generally know how it works. And it's probably wrong to say it turns you into a ghost, it just really makes you <i>like</i> a ghost. If it really is Greater Ghostself, it also gives you a lot of powers associated with them... floating, moving stuff with your mind, even possessing stuff."\n\n"It's like a Ring of Invisibility but far better, because you don't make a sound unless you want to, and you can go through doors instead of having to sneak them open," Deacon declares with a grin, snatching it out of Julian's fingers and tossing it back to you. "Here, try it and go for a stroll, Amazing."\n\n"Buh?" you say as you snag it out of the air. "What, seriously?"\n\n"Sure! You're the one who got it, you should obviously be the one to try it first! Go take a walk around the school..." Deacon grins. "Maybe to the girls' dorms, eh?"\n\n"I dunno, Eric, you get caught with that thing you could get expelled," Julian almost whines, ears low as he wiggles his shoulders.\n\n"Pft, how are they going to catch him? He'll literally be like a ghost! Go on, Amazing, put it on!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try the ring.|RunFF13x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|RunFF]]

You may not have had a roommate for long, but it's been long enough to pick up on the idea that one of the best things to do is to stay out of the other person's way as much as possible. So you decide to kill a few hours... well, five, but you've been around long enough to manage that.\n\nYou hustle a few more little errand jobs, drift around a few of the different arcades and stores while always moving on before someone winds up accusing you of loitering, and grab a cheap slice of pizza for dinner. At around 7:50 you head back towards the apartment, arriving sometime after eight. As expected, the apartment's seemingly empty and the door to Sean's room is firmly closed. You take this chance to use the shower and then, tired after your extended period of roaming the city, decide to flop in bed and play games on the cheap handheld you bought from someone because it, uh, fell off a truck. Of course the moment you lay down next to the wall, you can hear pretty clearly what's going on over on the other side of it... namely Sean fucking his hot girlfriend.\n\nYou blush and do your best to focus on your game, but, well... they're hot and enthusiastic, and you're fifteen. Soon you're setting the handheld aside and fishing out your stiff prick, stroking it slowly at first, listening to the sounds of the bed creaking, Sanya moaning and begging for more of Sean's big hard cock, Sean practically growling and occasionally murmuring things like 'Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch'. You wonder if they know that you can hear them... they'd both have to, right? The thought both has you stroking your cock a bit faster, and also trying desperately to control the squeaking of your own bed as you jerk off to the sound of them fucking. It's with that strange heady mixture of voyeurism, worry, and shame that you spill your load all over your stomach, panting and shuddering a little as you clean up.\n\nIn the morning you get up and wander out of the room, running a hand over your rumpled hair, and blinking a bit blearily at the sight of Sean sitting at the breakfast table. Somewhat lanky, mildly dark skin, with various tattoos and piercings, he looks every bit the sincere tough guy, though he's always been pretty cool with you. When he sees you his expression turns serious though, and for a moment a shock of fear runs through you that he heard you last night and is about to kick your ass for whacking off to him and his girlfriend. Of course what he winds up saying is more worrying in its own way.\n\n"Hey, little man, turns out the landlord saw you comin' home last night. I tried to tell 'im you were just crashing short-term but he raised the rent anyway. You know if it was a normal situation I wouldn't mind you crashing as long as you need, but this is something on you and so you gotta take care of it. That's just the way it is." He stands up and tosses a folded paper on the table. "Those're the want ads... not the ones from the actual paper, these're a little more, y'know... flexible about stuff like someone being the right age and having proper ID. Now, I gotta go earn rent, you best start lookin' into earning some cash too. Don't worry how much... I'll let you know when it's due, 'cause maybe I can talk that fucker down a bit more. As long as you're actually doin' your best to pay I'll cover you if you come up short."\n\nWith that, he snags his jacket and is gone. You're not too surprised about him just laying down the law and leaving, that's pretty much how he always acts... if he says 'that's the way it is', then that's the way the world is according to him. And since you're living in his world you guess he's right.\n\nSighing, you sit down at the table and open the paper, flipping through it. It looks like it has a lot of sections, actually. You're surprised that there's an actual printup of jobs that, according to your roommate, are pretty much guaranteed to pay you under the table... but then you guess if there were going to be such a thing, Sean would be the sort of guy who'd know where to find it. You've just got to decide what section sounds good and then pick an ad.\n\n<hr>\n[[Freelance Acquisitions|CC]]\n\n[[Transport|CC]]\n\n[[Testing & Development|CC]]\n\n[[Entertainment|CC2x2]]\n\n[[Assorted Tasks|RunCIStart]]\n\n[[Nah, forget this.|CC8x1]]

Well you're pretty sure you can be "personable" and you think you're pretty good-looking! You can definitely set food on a table and act nice to a bunch of pretentious indie movie actors!\n\nYou take another shower and dig out your nice clothes... which, admittedly, for you means your cleanest hoodie and jeans, but you don't have a ton of choices here and you're just going to have to make do. You do your best to comb your hair into submission (it's kind of curly and a bit long from not having been cut for awhile but again, not much you can do about that), then set out for the address listed in the ad.\n\nIt's for an office building downtown, and you're pretty worried that the security guard's going to throw you out before you even get all the way through the door. But when you blurt out that you're here to apply at Hospitality Arrangement Services, he stops and merely gives a single nod of acknowledgement before pushing the elevator button for you and telling you which floor.\n\nYou emerge into a pleasant lobby that... for some reason you almost get a hardon stepping inside. You're not sure why, there's nothing overtly sexual about it, but there's just something about the choice of wood colors, the subtle accents, the soft music playing and the scent in here that makes you think of sex. Of course, the woman behind the receptionist's desk might be part of it too. She's very pretty, with short, perfectly styled brown hair, a white suit, and... well, she seems to have neglected to include a blouse under her suit jacket, meaning her lovely chest is on display quite a bit. She looks up at you, expression and tone becoming so utterly neutral that you almost want to be offended and yet it would seem ridiculous to. "Good afternoon, and welcome to Hospitality Arrangement Services. How may I help you?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you reply, trying not to be taken aback. "I'm... here about the ad. Y'know, looking for 'personable people' to offer hospitality?" you add a little lamely. You don't feel like you're getting off to a very good start, here.\n\nShe looks you up and down briefly, and the chilly politeness melts a little bit. "... Hm. Mr. Appel usually handles the interviews himself, but he's out today and... well. Please, why don't you follow me into the next room and we'll conduct an interview." She stands up, revealing the short skirt that apparently goes with that show-offy suit jacket, and saunters around her desk and down a hallway. You hurry to follow after her for more reasons than one, trailing her into an office slightly less sensually perfumed and outfitted than the lobby area. "Have a seat," she says, gesturing to the expensive-looking black leather couch along one wall, and waiting until you're seated to make her way over to the desk at the other end of the room. Moving behind it but not sitting down, she taps at the keyboard of the computer for a moment, then watches the screen expectantly.\n\nOnce whatever it says comes back to her apparent satisfaction, her manner becomes positively... warm... as she comes back to stand in front of you, giving you a smile.\n\n<img src="images/LHzjI9l.jpg">\n\n"Alright then. Might I have your name? It's alright if it's just your first name."\n\n"Ah... Eric," you answer, shifting in place a little but forcing yourself not to fidget too visibly.\n\n"Well then, Eric, do you know exactly what sort of job this is?"\n\nA little confused by the question, and moreso when you realized the ad never said outright, you hesitantly say, "Um, it's like... catering or assisting actors or... something?"\n\n"Mm, no, not quite. Though we do have some actors as clients." Posing a bit with her hand near her hip and the other tucked coyly behind her back, she continues, "First of all, Eric, my name is Lili, and if you choose to sign on with HAS, you'll be mostly communicating with me. But I think I need to explain... Hospitality Arrangement Services is exactly that. We arrange hospitality for wealthy individuals... specifically, hospitable people they'd find attractive."\n\nYou blink, and then your face goes red. "Uh."\n\n"Yes, that's right, this is an escort service. And there is definitely a... demand... for individuals of your age and body type. You have a nice face too, and a certain androgyny, which also helps. You can make a great deal of money, Eric, and the more you're willing to do to please our clients, the more money you can make. During your first year you'll make a flat amount per assignment, but after that, if your reviews are good and you develop regulars, you'll begin earning a percentage of every job you go on, a percentage that will rise as you continue to please and bring in business. We also have the connections necessary to smooth over any... legal issues? By next year, despite any lack of identification or your age, you could own your own luxury condo and a lease on a sports car. What do you say, young man? Will you become an HAS escort?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|CC2x4]]\n\n[[No.|CC]]\n\n[[No way in Hell!|CC]]

"Entertainment"? Oh yeah, you think you heard something about that, like 'this city has a really thriving independent film community' or something? It's probably a bunch of hipsters making cheesy horror movies or dramas shot in black and white, but whatever, if they're actually going to pay then you don't care. Let's see. Yeah, some of these definitely look like they're for film productions, but others seem to be for related stuff.\n\n"[[Best rIality Films|CC]]"? That's a weird way to spell 'Best Reality', but then you guess they've gotta set themselves apart somehow and be all cool and hip. Maybe it's an Italian spelling or something. Whatever it is, they're looking for "young men and women for short scenes with potential for longer parts".\n\n"[[Shotakaasan Studio|CC]]", which sounds like a total anime nerd sort of name, is looking for "good-natured young men who want to establish a relationship in the independent film community". You're not even sure what the Japanese-ish looking name means, but that's a weird way to advertise for what you'd assume is a bunch of shouting and hand-gesturing ninja movies. Still, at least it sounds like you'd have some company your own age.\n\n"[[Baitenswitch Productions|CC]]"? Sounds Swedish or something, whatta they do make fan films for IKEA? Whatever they do they're looking for "open-minded young men who enjoy spending time with beautiful women". Hmmm!\n\n"[[Hospitality Arrangement Services|CC2x3]]" is looking for "personable, attractive individuals with open schedules to provide hospitality, companionship, and relief to hardworking individuals". Huh, so it sounds like they're probably involved with helping out productions with stuff like catering and running errands and generally being support staff. At least, that's what you figure that adspeak means.\n\n"[[Band Members Wanted|CC3x1]]" says one of the other ads. You'd think that'd be more something that would be in the personals or something, but apparently this is a working band that gets fairly regular gigs doing small bars and nightclubs and parties, so it apparently is more of a job than a passion hobby. Still, if you're going to do something, might as well do something cool, right?

"I... I guess I can handle that. I mean, I can handle that," you try to assert with more confidence. You've come too far to back out now, and the siren call of all that money is pulling you along despite your misgivings.\n\n"Good. Then first things first, here are what you need to know about being an HAS Escort. First of all, you are to tell no one where you work or who you work for... you may tell them you're an escort if you like, though obviously we suggest being careful about who you tell such a thing to. This goes double for the authorities... if you are arrested, say absolutely nothing other than 'Call my lawyer'. Not one word other than that. We will handle such an eventuality, so you should remain calm and not buckle under pressure of any kind. If you are loyal to us, we will take care of you. The same applies to our clients... you must please them and do as they ask, but they are never to damage you or abuse you without it being part of your agreed-upon assignment. If they do so, let us know and we will take care of the issue. Never tell others about the clients such as their names or their private vices, never steal from them or tell their secrets. You may accept any gifts you like, but you must tell us about them so they can be recorded for bookkeeping purposes. You are forbidden to charge for 'side work'... any fucking you do without being given an explicit assignment from us must be free of charge. And you are not to go free-of-charge with someone who was previously a client without consulting us first."\n\n"Okay... I understand."\n\n"I trust that you do, but try not to test these limits. The consequences can be worse than simply losing your fee. Now," Lili continues, brushing past that somewhat ominous phrase. "We do have a number of jobs tonight that you would be ideal for, after a trip to makeup and costuming of various lengths. The first two are ones that I'm sure you'd find more agreeable," she notes, making her way over to the computer and moving the mouse to apparently bring up a schedule. "The first is a young businesswoman who has a bit of a 'little brother' kink. Simple, straightforward accompanying her to dinner and then returning to her place for some rather standard sex, according to her profile. Considering the low effort nature of this, your share of the fee would be only $100. Slightly more challenging is a middle-aged widower of considerable wealth, whose tastes run more to dominance. Again simple enough to accomplish, you need only follow her orders throughout the evening... since there is kink involved, your share would be $200."\n\n"Then there is a young businessman," Lili continues. "You're his type, and the request is fairly simple, the only problem you might have is that he is, in fact, a man. Still I imagine you could manage, and your fee for that would be $300. It would also certainly help to show that you're not here simply to take the 'fun' jobs. In that vein, there are two other jobs with men. One is a man who likes young men... who look like young women. Obviously that would involve heavier preparation and be further outside of your comfort zone, but since it's a niche that can be filled by relatively few on our roster, your share of the fee for the evening would be $750. The last is a similar job... but the client enjoys 'daddy' play. In other words, you would be roleplaying as his daughter. There would probably be various kinks involved and he's known to get a little rough. Your compensation for the evening's work would, however, be considerable... $2000."\n\nYour brain turns all that over, swimming with both the amounts of money offered and what you're being asked to do. $100... you don't know how much your share of the rent is now, but you bet it's more than that, even if you managed to keep it all Sean would still have to cover you, and he'd probably only want to do that this month. $200 though, that would probably do it. The lowest-paying job involving getting fucked by a guy would put you in the black, leaving you not having to run around doing odd jobs to cover your food for the next month... either of the others though, those would start making you <i>money</i>, even if you did nothing else for the rest of the month. Especially that top-level one, as freaky as it is to contemplate! Oh man, which to choose...?\n\n<hr>\n[[$100.|CC]]\n\n[[$200.|CC]]\n\n[[$300.|CC]]\n\n[[$750.|CC]]\n\n[[$2000.|CC]]

"I... yeah, sure," you say after several moments of your brain spluttering. Everything she's offering you just seems way too good to be true... but at the same time you don't feel like you can afford to turn it down. \n\n"Very well then. If you would, please, stand up and remove your clothes."\n\n"W-wha?" you blush brightly again and start to fidget.\n\nLili smirks, eyes twinkling. "I need to get a look at the full package, as it were. To determine what sort of jobs to send you on."\n\n"Oh, um, sure." You stand up and bashfully pull off your hoodie, half-tossing it onto the couch. You hesitate a bit more after toeing off your shoes, but finally undo your jeans, shoving down both them and your underwear and stepping out of them. Straightening up, you fight the urge to cover your jutting cock, but can't quite manage to look at the cause of it, turning your red face away from Lili.\n\n"Hm, a little on the skinny side," she muses aloud in a rather clinical way, which you try not to wince at. "But that's not a real negative. Could stand to gain a little weight... just a little, we'll monitor it after that. Little to no body hair, very good. No visible scars, tattoos, piercings, all of that's a plus. Penis is above average in size but not overly large, also a positive. Well, Eric, I think I can say you're going to be very popular."\n\n"R-really?" You perk up a little (in more ways than one) at that... well, also hearing that she thinks your cock is above average helped. You grin at her. "You really think rich ladies will like me?"\n\nShe quirks an eyebrow. "Some, yes. But why would you assume that your clients would only be... or even in the majority be... women?"\n\n"... uh..." Your blush rapidly fades, your cock even drooping a little.\n\n"Certainly there is more demand for pretty young boys by women than most people would assume... but those are easy to fulfill requests, and we have a number of young men with more experience to handle the majority of them. You'd be mostly servicing women who want someone new, that they haven't had before. And yes I can see quite clearly that you prefer women," she adds with a bit of a smirk, making some of your blush return. "But this job isn't about what you want, it's about what the client wants. If the client wants you to enjoy yourself, you're to act like you're enjoying yourself whether you are or not. If the client wants you to act like you hate it, you're to act like you hate it whether you want to or not. That's whether the one wanting you to enjoy it is slamming his cock in your ass, or the one that wants you to hate it is the woman riding your own cock. That's a basic requirement of the job, can you handle it or not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You guess.|CC2x5]]\n\n[[You just can't.|CC]]

There's something just way too appealing about using the boy-cursed water on Ukyo. After all, apparently Ranma never had a single romantic thought about her when he thought she was a boy... surely if you turned her into the boy she looked like, Ranma would completely and totally default to never viewing Ukyo as anything more than his "buddy"!\n\nSmirking, you pick up the cask and climb out the window, hunkering down on a nearby rooftop with a view of Ucchan's Okonomiyaki, and with enough of a sign to help you hide. If you recall correctly, your rival should be leaving soon to do a quick bit of shore-up shopping for the dinner rush tonight. And sure enough, only ten minutes or so later and she comes out and heads off down the street... even dressed in "boy mode" today, boy's school uniform in place and breasts bound down. You giggle to yourself... how appropriate! Waiting until she's truly out of sight, you bound over and land agilely on an upstairs windowsill, having noticed the window open a bit. You slide inside and then pad downstairs on your slippered feet, taking up a position near the doorway and readying the cask for a toss.\n\nLuckily it looks like Ukyo forgot something, since only a few minutes later the door opens again and she strolls back in. You wait until you can both confirm it's her and the surprise at the sight of you has made her jerk to a stop before giving a "Hya!" and tossing the water. It cascades over Ukyo's form, soaking in and... changing practically nothing. At least outwardly. Ukyo splutters, literally, scowling at you. "What the hell are you doing?! This is a pretty stupid, pointless prank for-!" Then the okonomiyaki chef blinks. "... Why isn't my chest tight?" Hands raise to pat at said chest... then cup a suddenly fuller crotch before letting out a yelp. "You changed me into a GUY?!"\n\n"Shampoo no think Spatula Girl <i>mind</i>, since Spatula Girl want to be Spatula Boy already," you declare smugly, tossing the cask aside. "But now Ranma not come within a mile of you! Probably afraid of Spatula Boy's lusts overflowing and violating husband's pretty redheaded body!" You put the back of your fingers to your mouth and throw back your head, indulging in an 'oujo-sama' laugh at just how thoroughly you've flummoxed and humiliated your opponent. Man, you can see why Kodachi does these all the time, it feels great!\n\nUnfortunately you're enjoying yourself with it so much that you never notice Ukyo's face turning red, then his expression turning black... not up until he leaps forward and grabs the front of your dress, yanking it open. You yelp in surprise as your tits come spilling free and the little pair of pink-purple satin panties you're wearing are bared, the suddenness of the attack having sufficiently shocked you that you don't respond as he next puts his hands on your head and shoulders and shoves you down to your knees, his hands quickly going to the front of his pants. "My overflowing lusts, huh?! You wanna see a boy's overflowing lusts then?"\n\n"Eh?" This reaction is so far outside of absolutely anything you had planned that you're still stunned, left staring at Ukyo as he finishes undoing his pants and pulls out his new cock... an extremely large, extremely thick cock, one that casts a shadow across the full length of your head. "Ehhhhh?!" you squeak, eyes widening at the sight of it, mouth hanging open in shock...\n\n... which he of course takes full advantage of. Your eyes widen as your mouth is suddenly stuffed with cock, Ukyo shoving in and grabbing the sides of your head, immediately starting to thrust his hips. You grab at his hips, but you're too off-kilter and at a disadvantage now to do much of anything as he starts fucking your face, roughly pumping in and already starting to push your throat open with his thrusts. Your tits jiggle with the motions of his thrusts, your legs twitching and knees sliding apart as you try to find purchase, displaying the satin-hugged mound of your pussy... and the dark spot starting to spread on it. You can't help it, something about the sheer size and hardness of your rival's cock, and how thoroughly and strongly he's dominating you, is just completely pushing your buttons.\n\n"So you wanted my lusts to overflow, huh?" Ukyo snarls as he curls his fingers in your hair and presses forward in a grind, stuffing his cock fully down your bulging throat as you gag and gulp at it, not stopping until his balls are rubbing your chin. "I think maybe you just wanted to get fucked, huh?! Is that it, you Amazon slut! Well here, I'll give you as much of my cock as you want, since you put it on me!" He begins thrusting fast and hard, churned-up saliva dribbling down your chin to get smeared around and spatter as his balls slap against it, leaving you flushed and quagging loudly as he pumps into your throat. "This what you really wanted when you turned me into a boy?! Well you're getting it!" he cries, just before giving a shuddery gasp and thrusting forward, flooding your throat with cum, leaving you gulping and swallowing hard almost on instinct.\n\nWhen he pulls out a few moments later, his cock is still dribbling some, leaving your mouth half-full as you gasp for breath, your face flushed and tits shaking as you breathe hard, cum dribbling down your chin and smeared on your lips. But you don't have a lot of time to catch your breath before Ukyo is pushing you onto your back, slender, pretty, but undeniably strong hands tearing your panties to shreds before he grabs your legs and pushes them forward, practically bending you in half as he moves atop you. Assuming the full 'mating press' position, he without hesitation slams that long, thick cock that had already near-completely dominated you into your pussy, making your eyes roll and your tongue jut as you cum instantly, your previously virgin pussy quivering and squeezing where it's stretched around him. Ukyo is panting and gasping, but still growls out "This what you wanted, huh?! You wanted cock so bad you put it on your rival?! Well how's this for defeating you, huh bitch?!" \n\nYou can't really deny that he's utterly and completely battering your pussy into submission, and making you cum over and over again. You twitch and shudder helplessly beneath him as his cock pounds into you and drives you against the floor, his still-clothed chest rubbing against your bare tits where he has you pinned. Bit by bit, every little orgasm you have that's building to something bigger drives more of the resistance out of you, until when Ukyo gives a cry and thrusts deep into you, your mind goes almost completely white as you can feel his monster of a cock throbbing and twitching inside you as heat spreads deep inside. When he pulls out and staggers to his feet, your legs flop limply back down, splayed out to display your gaping, cum-dripping pussy as he stands over you. You twitch and shiver in aftershock orgasms, your consciousness fading, your brain just barely able to spit out one more thing before you pass out.\n\n<hr>\n[["... more..."|ShampooX2xEndA1]]\n\n[["... I'll... get you... for this...|ShampooX2xEndB1]]\n\n[["... take... responsibility..."|ShampooX2xEndC1]]

Just evening up the odds could always help immensely! Besides, there's always a chance that Ukyo's curse could wind up taking her out of the running entirely, which is all to the better.\n\nYou open up your closet and look over the little row of small water casks. Let's see... you have some "[[Spring of Drowned Cat|ShampooX]]", which would certainly literally even things up between you. Alternatively there's some "[[Spring of Drowned Dog|ShampooX]]"... that feels like giving her a step up over you in some ways, but it's hard to deny the amusement appeal of turning her into a literal bitch. You have some "[[Spring of Drowned 'Lesser Beast'|ShampooX]]"... even the seller apparently didn't have a proper idea of what it is and wasn't interested enough to find out; it's probably some small furry creature not native to Asia, if you had to guess, and that could not only knock Ukyo down a few pegs, but satisfy your curiosity as to the water's type.\n\nAnd of course there's the cask of "[[Spring of Drowned Boy|ShampooX2x2]]". You'd got your hands on it with the intent to bribe Ranma, but have never brought yourself to actually offer it up. (Is it your fault your husband looks so cute as a girl? <i>Is it?!</i>) However, considering Ranma's distaste towards actually being treated like a girl and the affections of men, that could be quite effective at forcing some distance between the two of them.

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

"Let's go up to the bridge, I want to review the captain's logs," you announce, stepping back around the console.\n\nThe four of you make your way to a turbolift and take a rather short ride to the bridge... this small science ship really can't compare to the <i>Venture</i> for sprawl. You step out onto the much smaller and more simplified bridge, though if anything it has even more smooth curves and rounded edges than the <i>Venture</i>'s bridge does. What is it about rounded edges that says "science" in this setting? The viewscreen is still active, showing a view of the abandoned hulk also sharing the orbit. It looks like an odd cross between a Klingon and Romulan ship... it has that sense of being some giant, flying, predatory beast, the curves and indentations of the hull very much giving the impression of a long, reptilian muzzle with bared teeth.\n\nNodding the security officers to make a circuit of the fairly small space and leaving Dr. Fukher to her own devices for the moment, you move to the captain's chair and settle into it, pulling the nearly spherical computer panel around. Luckily, when you were promoted, Starbeat sent out a system update to all their ships that gave your security code access to things like captain's logs for the purposes of such investigations. You call up the captain's logs since arriving in the system and begin going through them.\n\n"-not sure at this point whether the ship was created by the same ancient species that built the ruins below. At this point, learning all we can from sensors before sending expeditionary teams, though I'm hearing a lot of complaints from eager scientists who-"\n\n"-now fairly certain that the ship is from another race. An old and extremely advanced one, highly amoral by our standards, who-"\n\n"-ship may not have been in orbit, or abandoned, nearly as long as we thought. Perhaps only a few years. Means that we've never encountered this race, but they're capable of entering our space with relative ease. Considering what we know, this could be a disastrous revelation. I don't want to alarm Starbeat just yet, but I-"\n\n"-begun disappearing. I've sent out a distress call, but I'm not sure how long we can-"\n\n"-on the ship! They're on the ship, grabbing us up left and right! My god, they're almost as bad as RubBorg, and they're so <i>fast</i>! They're outside the bridge now, trying to get in, not sure how long I-"\n\nThe last log actually cuts off there. Frowning, you look around the bridge. There are no real signs of battle... you'd think if there had been a boarding action, there would be visible damage. Then again, these were scientists with only a token security contingent that was probably mostly dispersed to the exploratory sites... if the invaders were highly advanced, they may have taken the ship without too much trouble.\n\nYou tap your comm badge. "Commander Hawt to <i>Venture</i>." You wait a moment, but receive no response. Frowning, you tap the badge again. "This is Commander Hawt to the <i>USS Venture</i>, please acknowledge."\n\nAfter several moments of silence, a response does come through your badge... a hissing and clicking that it takes the universal translator a moment to start rendering into deep-voiced English. "This is the Raptarran vessel <i>Dominance</i>. You have invaded one of our acquisition vessels. For this your freedom is forfeit. We are already processing the crew of your <i>Venture</i> after they put up a truly feeble effort at resistance. Surrender now and you will be allowed to retain your own forms during your lifetime of slavery. Resist, and you will join your crew in being subject to the whims of our science division."\n\nYou glance sharply at the male security officer, and he quickly moves to what passes for the tactical panel of the science ship. Whatever he sees makes him pale a little and look up at you, so apparently the voice is speaking the truth about the <i>Venture</i>. You look around at the others... the other security officer has a mask of bland professionalism in place, but Dr. Fukher looks terrified. You wonder if your own fear is showing as nakedly, and hope not.\n\n"Well, Commander Hawt?" the voice on the other end of the line asks, snickering a bit audibly. "What will it be? Submission and slavery in your own bodies... or resistance and mutation at the hands of our scientists?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fake surrender.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fight.|TrekF2x11]]

Rather than answer, you simply tap your comm badge again to end the connection. You gesture the female security officer to the helm, then settle into the captain's chair more fully. You glance aside as Dr. Fukher sits down in the First Officer's chair.\n\n"What are you going to do?" she asks quietly, probably in part to keep her voice from shaking.\n\nIt's a good question. You've learned that you can pretty much fanwank and bullshit your way through almost any situation you come across in this setting... the question is, are you creative enough with the bullshit to overcome such a vastly superior foe?\n\n"Your orders?" the security officer at the helm asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[All-out assault.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The Picard Maneuver.|TrekF2x12]]\n\n[[Evasive maneuvers.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ramming speed.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"We'll use the Picard Maneuver," you announce, feeling a little swell of excitement. You're going to use one of the most iconic (if oddly useless-seeming, the way it was used in the show) maneuvers in Star Trek.\n\n"The... what, sir?" the security officer asks, looking rather blank.\n\nYou resist the urge to sigh. Right, right... here, if anything, it'd probably be called the Dickhard Maneuver. And it would probably more closely resemble ramming than anything else, considering. Swallowing your annoyance, you explain, "We'll go to maximum warp for an extremely short distance, moving us from in front of the <i>Dominance</i> to behind it. If we do it correctly, we'll leave behind an image for a second or so that will still read as us. It should give us an opening to attack." You consider, then look at the security officer at tactical. "Open up the phaser power relays. We'll make it look like we're gunning the warp engines to provide power to them."\n\n"But sir, if we do that, the relays will overload when we go to warp!"\n\n"Phasers won't help us. Arm every photon torpedo this thing has got and fire them the moment we come out of warp behind them. Hopefully the damage we do will buy us time to escape and bring help for the <i>Venture</i>."\n\n"You're just going to <b>leave</b> them?!" Dr. Fukher snaps incredulously.\n\n"Thank you, Doctor, that will be all," you reply icily, making it clear the matter is not up for discussion. She scowls darkly, but settles back into her seat... though it looks like you probably just buried any chance for an amicable "examination" in the future.\n\nThe viewscreen changes to another, very similar ship to the abandoned one in orbit, albeit if anything even more sleek and deadly-looking, if a bit smaller. "Execute," you command once the officer at the helm informs you that you're ready. The viewscreen blurs like a tape on fast forward, the view of the Raptarran ship becoming one from above and to one side of the rear, just before flickering points of red light streak towards it and blossom into explosions along its hull.\n\n"We have several direct hull impacts! Their engines are offline!" the officer at tactical crows.\n\n"Set course for Earth, maximum warp, engage!" you call out. The view swings around to show stars, which almost immediately begin streaking towards you. You let out a breath, slumping into the chair.\n\n"Sir, that maneuver you had us do has placed a lot of stress on both the engines and the hull," the officer at the helm reports after a moment. "I'm not sure how long we can maintain this speed."\n\n"Can it hold out for at least an hour?"\n\n"I think so, sir."\n\n"That should give us an ample lead on them if they decide to pursue once they've got their engines repaired." You push yourself up out of the chair. "I'll be in the captain's ready room composing a message to Starbeat Command."\n\nOf course, you've barely sat down when Dr. Fukher storms in after you. "I can't believe you just left them!"\n\n"At least you're not arguing with me in front of the junior officers this time." Sighing, you tilt the chair back a little. "Doctor, this is a science vessel, and not a very new one. I'm frankly shocked it even had photon torpedoes aboard, let alone enough to damage a ship that relatively easily overcame the <i>Venture</i>. The best hope for our friends and colleagues is to bring more heavily armed ships to their aid."\n\n"But you just left them behind, like they were nothing!"\n\nYou pinch the bridge of your nose. You've had more practice at being professional in the last few months than in your entire life up to now, but you're finding it sorely pressed now. "I did what I had to do, for the safety of yourself and the crewmembers I had it at my disposal to protect."\n\n"But you <i>left</i> them!"\n\n"Jesus fuck, woman!" you snap, slamming your fist down on the desk and making her jump. Doctor Crusher always was aggravating in the show, and you're finding the porn equivalent not much improved. "Do you practice medicine like this?! If you try a medical technique and it doesn't work, do you stand there whining 'But it should have worked!' over and over while the patient bleeds out?! It's a wonder anyone on the <i>Venture</i> survived this long!" Pulling on the tatters of professionalism after that outburst, you mutter, "You're dismissed, Doctor," to her back as she whirls and rushes from the room.\n\nWell, that's not going to look good on your record. Actually, to hell with your record. This is all way too much for you. You never asked for this level of responsibility, you just had it dumped in your lap, a lap that <i>should have a dick in it</i>. When you get back to Earth, you're resigning your commission, and looking into whatever options the 24th century has for gender reassignment surgery. Let some other asshole rescue these people you barely know and get shouted at by idealistic doctors for it. Sighing, you begin to compile a report detailing what happened and your decisions to Starbeat Command.\n\nSome time later, the ship arrives in the Sol system, and you head out to the transporter room, the security officers flanking you. The door opens on an empty room, and the purple-skinned female blinks. "Sir, I informed Doctor Fukher that we'd be leaving now. She should have been here well ahead of us."\n\nOh great. It looks like Ms. 'You <i>left</i> them' is sulking like a child.\n\n<hr>\n[[She's an officer under your command, better go find her.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No, fuck it, you're through, let her pout.|TrekF2x13]]

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

Hm, okay, let's tryyyyy... Gold! Tapping the selection, you look up as Tifa starts moving again... then yelps as a gold ring appears through her nose. "Wha?!" she squeaks, raising a hand up to touch it, not even noticing as a pair of stubby little horns pokes out of the hair atop her head.\n\nBut she definitely notices as her tits begin to expand, the barmaid gasping loudly as the already large globes begin swelling outward, her hands coming down to rest atop them. As you watch, though, her chest directly below them begins to swell, bunching outward into a pair of small, round growths that quickly poke out a pair of nipples. Tifa's new, second pair of tits begins growing even more rapidly than the original, soon catching up to the first pair, the top two tits still nominally covered by Tifa's ever more stretched white top, the bottom pair completely in full view and giving you a good look as her nipples thicken and lengthen, starting to dribble and spurt white liquid, her top soon soaked where it's stretched over her nipples as well.\n\n"What's... what's happening, I... oh God it feels so good," Tifa whimpers as her tits just keep growing. You can see dark splotches start appearing on her skin... giving her a cow-print look to go with her four massive milky mammaries. Her top begins to tear in the middle, then finally gives up the fight, ripping completely asunder and spilling her top tits free to jiggle and wobble heavily atop the bottom pair, the sloshing of milk practically audible as they settle into place, all four of them jiggling and wobbling with her every shudder and whimper and apparent orgasm.\n\nFinally the growth stops... you'd say all four of her tits are easily about four times the size the original two were, and seem to be leaking a constant stream of milk from the thick, inch-and-a-half nipples. Tifa whimpers with almost every breath... though there are other, slightly more animal sounds escaping along with it. Her legs are shaking a little, wetness running down her inner thighs, and she obviously has to gather herself before she can try to speak... and the first thing out of her mouth is, "Mmmmoooooo." That makes her blush brightly and clap a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, before she tries again. "Eric... what happened to moo?!"\n\n"Some sort of weird magical item must've gotten equipped to you," you answer, honestly enough, though you're barely able to keep yourself from snickering.\n\n"Gotta get it... gotta..." Tifa swallows hard, and gives another 'mmmooooo', before whimpering softly and squeezing at her upper breasts' nipples. "Gotta get miilllked! S-so full... Eric, p-please, milk me!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hand milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Machine milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Fuck her instead.|FF7X]]

"Okay," you answer after a moment's thought. "Go ahead and tell everyone I'm here."\n\n"... You think I won't?" Orkin growls, any signs of his seeming jocularity drop away. "You think I'm the sort that makes idle threats, boy?"\n\n"No, go ahead and do it. I'll march back out there, no cloak, helmet on. Anyone comes at me, I'll fight 'em right in the middle of Commerce Central, blasters blazing. And if I can't find my bounty head because they ran, that's fine... I'm sure someone there in public will have a bounty on them, and I'll snag them to collect it right there in front of everyone. And then..." You let your own lips curl in a smirk. "Once I've dropped them off, I'll come back and do it again."\n\n"..." Orkin's lips are pressed together now, small, dark eyes narrow as he glares at you, smoke trailing up from his seemingly forgotten cigar.\n\n"And again, and again, and again. I will become this station's most regular visitor, and I'll always grab the first bounty head I see in the most public place, until people are afraid to go anywhere they spend money, until you have to destroy the reputation of your open door station to either ban me or chase me off." You raise your eyebrows. "Or, you can give me the Ami and the Quatra Twins, and I can be out of here in an hour and not come back."\n\n"You're playing a dangerous game, little man," Orkin rumbles, snorting out heavily before taking another long drag on his cigar. "... Fine. Those Quatra Twins have been trouble just waiting to happen for awhile now anyway. I'll give you their room number... the boy usually returns home around 1900 station time. At 1915 I'll flood the room with knockout gas, and clear it at 1920. You grab them, take them by the cargo tram to the docking spire, and I want you off this station for good at 1930. We clear?"\n\n"Seems reasonable to me, I appreciate the help," you answer, resisting the urge to shoot a smug look at Ami. \n\n"I assume you'll at least pay me a fair market value for the fleshdroid?" he adds in a grumble.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Ha ha ha go fuck yourself.|Cypher6x2]]

"Seems to me that since you didn't pay anything for her in the first place, all the cleaning she's been doing for you has already been pure profit," you answer, struggling not to add 'You slaving piece of shit'. "You're not actually losing money on giving her to me, so no, no deal, just let her go. With me," you add.\n\nOrkin actually goes red in the face. It's not just a slight flushing, either, he actually turns bright crimson and something like a spined fringe rises from the top of his head, practically quivering with rage as he slams a hand down on his desk. Then gradually the color fades back to grey, the fringe retreating and disappearing into his skin. "... Fine. Take her. Get out of here. And don't <i>ever</i> come back or you'll find out just how willing I am to throw away my policies to keep you out."\n\nStanding, you urge the slightly trembling Ami to her feet and walk out of the office. The moment the doors have closed she whispers, "Cypher, I'm not sure that was a good idea, he seemed <i>really</i> angry."\n\n"We'll just have to do our best to never come back here, like he said. Besides, this way we can get Three, and our bounty, and get out of here."\n\n"Well, there is that," Ami allows softly, bobbing her head. "Still... I'm worried."\n\nPatting her back reassuringly, you lead the way back to Commerce Central. There the two identical girls have another hugging reunion, and it's explained that Three can come with them. "From now on, Cypher, just call me Two, okay?" Ami, ah, Two explains, pointing at herself. "Thank you, thank you so much!"\n\n"It's my pleasure." You smile, then check the chronometer on your wrist, which has been set to display station time. "Okay, Three, I'd like to get you some new clothes or take you back to the ship, but we need to be in Hab Ring Two by 1920 and we don't have that long."\n\n"I understand. It's definitely better than staying here," the scantily-clad girl answers as she leans her broom up against the wall and follows after you.\n\nSoon the three of you are standing in the corridor outside the designated room, waiting as you watch your chronometer. At roughly 1916, you can very faintly hear one light thump, and then another. You still have to wait another four minutes before the door slides open and you can step in. Slumped on the floor on either side of a small table are the Quatra twins, Jeanne wearing nothing but a t-shirt that's ridden up to completely bare everything below her chest, and Jaune in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs. You slap restraint rings on both of them, then carry them to the cargo tram for the noisy, jarring trip back out to the docking spire.\n\n"Aaaand stored!" Sierra's voice announces as the sleeping forms of the prince and princess sparkle and disappear. "Who's your new friend, Boss?"\n\n"Sierra, this is Three, Ami's sister. Er, though we're calling Ami 'Two' now, okay?"\n\n"Alphanumerical by me, Boss! I'll go ahead and set course for Tessalon Prime so we can turn the bounty in, huh?" At your confirmation, Sierra disembarks from the spire, setting off across the lightly-populated space around the station. However, only seconds after the stars stretch and warp into the flickering purple tunnel you're growing used to, an alarm tone starts blaring. "Oh no, Boss! We've got a wormhole intrusion!"\n\n"What?!" you yelp, tapping at the controls to bring up holoscreens.\n\n"Someone's pushed their way into the same wormhole as us by matching our dip-signature and riding our wake!" Sierra explains, as you manage to bring up a somewhat indistinct view of a pair of small, fighter-like ships, one bronze colored and the other gleaming black and almost reflecting the light of the wormhole tunnel, a moment before there's a bright flash and the whole ship rocks violently. Two and Three cry out as they're sent sprawling to the deck, with you barely managing to stay in your chair. "Ionization weapons! We're losing wormhole sync! Brace for unprepared realspace!"\n\nThe flickering colors outside suddenly strobe painfully through a number of colors you don't even have real names for, before there's a sickening flash of zero gravity before the view outside becomes one of a planet rapidly growing larger. But unlike any of the space travel before, which was essentially sensationless, it now feels like you're in freefall, able to do nothing but grip the arms of the pilot's chair as a large green continent rushes towards you, Sierra's almost panicked voice shouting to be heard over a steadily growing shriek.\n\n"All grav and thruster units offline, we're caught in the planet's gravity field! Diverting all power to crash projectors! Brace! Bra-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wham.|Cypher6x3]]

You come to with your head buzzing like you'd left a pair of powerful headphones on with heavy metal dialed up to max volume. Groaning at the throbbing feeling, you shift on the deck, feeling a strange, uncomfortable pressure on the front of your chest from being flat against it. Your bare toes press against the deck as you search for a feeling of being anchored, and gradually push yourself up. "Ami?" you call dazedly, your voice sounding strange in your ears. Shaking your head as if it could clear the cobwebs, you correct yourself. "Two? Three?"\n\n"They're okay, Boss," Sierra's voice comes, sounding scratchy and tired. "Just out cold. Bonks on the noggin, nothing serious."\n\n"Sierra?" You look around the interior of the ship, which is dim, a few panels hanging open and showing faintly blinking lights inside. Outside the forward port is greenery, some sort of forest full of tall trees with wide, smooth-seeming trunks. "Are you alright?"\n\n"Not... so much," Sierra answers after a moment. "I got pretty banged up setting us down. Nothing my self-repair functions can't handle, but... estimating 43,000 standard hours to bring me back up to being able to leave the planet's surface. I'm... gonna hafta shut down until then, to avoid system degradation."\n\n"W-what? Sierra, wait..." You take a few steps towards one of the consoles, feeling a strange sensation on your chest as you do. You look down, then squawk in surprise at the sight of C-cups under brown cloth. "What?! What happened to me?!"\n\n"S-sorry," Sierra replies, her voice turning scratchier as the lights in the panels blink more slowly. "You hit your head pretty bad when we struck ground, despite the crash projectors. I put you in storage, but I was worried that with the head injury, your mental pattern might degrade while I was shut down. I could have just put it in storage separately, but... then the Amis would have been all alone, and I knew you wouldn't want that. Jaune's pattern is in a section that needs to be rebuilt, but Jeanne's was fine, so... I put her mental pattern in storage and rematerialized you in her body. I wish I could have included your suit, but... I was running out of power for the rematerializer."\n\n"Sierra... i-it's okay, I understand," you answer, your concern for your friend overriding your shock. "But please, don't shut down, we need you."\n\n"Can't, Boss... even if I wanted to push through it, my self-preservation subroutines won't let me. Plus I'd just conk out again in a day or two. I'm on my last few seconds before sleep mode. But before I do... be careful, Boss," she adds, her voice descending to a whisper. "Those ships will have to go all the way to Tessalon Prime space, but once they do they'll be able to analyze their readings and find where we were forced out. They might be... probably will be... coming back."\n\nWith that, all the lights go out, leaving only the sunlight filtering in through the forward screen to illuminate the interior. Sighing, you rest your head against the bulkhead, trying not to pay attention to the extra weight of the long brown ponytail you now have. You stay like that for several minutes, until you can hear the stirring of waking people.\n\n"Cypher?" Two calls worriedly, voice a little slurred as she comes to.\n\n"I'm right here, Two," you answer, stepping over to help her up.\n\n"Wha...?" She blinks her red eyes at you a few times. "... Jeanne Quatra? What are you-"\n\n"No, it's me, Eric. Cypher. Whatever." You sigh, glancing over at Three as she hauls herself to her feet as well. It looks like the rough landing did a number on both of their clothes... Two's vest is hanging open in front, the fastener apparently busted, and her skirt is shredded, while the crotch of Three's panties has somehow ripped and turned them into something of a loincloth, her tubetop apparently just gone entirely and leaving her small, pert breasts bare. "It's me. I got hurt in the crash and Sierra had to put my body in storage, and rematerialize me in Jeanne's body."\n\n"You... do still talk like you," Two notes, fidgeting a little as she looks up at you. "And Jeanne would have no way of knowing that name."\n\n"Not to be uppity by pointing out other problems," Three interrupts, rubbing at her head. "But we're crashed on what I'm guessing is a planet none of us knows, in a spaceship that doesn't work, in the middle of the woods. What do we do?" she asks, looking at you, Two adding her own expectant stare.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for rescue.|Cypher7x1]]\n\n[[Get out of here.|Cypher6x4]]

"Well, we can't stay here," you say with a sigh, moving towards the back of the ship. "Sierra said that whoever shot us out of the wormhole would probably be back in a few days at most. That means we need to try and get far away from her before they come back and find our crash site."\n\n"But... will it be okay to just... leave Sierra like that?" Two frets.\n\n"She said that her automatic repair routines would fix her up... eventually," you add under your breath as you find what looks like a locker and start to work on getting it open. You're not sure exactly how long 43,000 hours is without sitting down and doing the math, but you're guessing it doesn't boil down to 'days' or even 'weeks' easily. "We'll have to hope they'll leave her alone if we're not here to encourage them to get destructive."\n\nYou manage to open the locker and a few others, finding emergency supplies in the form of carrying packs full of rations and medical supplies, as well as some sleek silver pistols a bit heftier and longer-barreled than Ami's. Unfortunately while it seems that whoever stocked the emergency lockers considered weapons and supplies a priority, they didn't much think ahead to 'clothes', as the only things as far as that goes are a pair of durable black boots and a shiny, fairly thin silver jacket. Sighing, you pass the jacket to the topless Three, then sit your bare ass down on one of the chairs to pull on the boots. "I guess no one in this universe ever heard of emergency pants."\n\n"Um, but, where will we go? Does this planet even have any civilization on it that we could go to looking for help?"\n\n"I didn't see any, but it's not like I had a lot of time to look when we were crashing," you admit, finishing strapping one of the heftier guns to your right thigh, Ami's small stunner now strapped to your left, Ami having taken one of the larger ones to replace it. "Either way, we'll have to head out and hope we can find shelter, and maybe even a more longterm supply of food and water, until help comes or until Sierra can repair herself." You move over to the emergency release for the back ramp and pull on it, a pair of small <i>bang</i>s sounding before the door drops down. Shifting your pack on your back, you look at the twins. "Ready?" At their nod, you set off down the ramp and out of the forest, picking a path largely at random through the trees.\n\nThe weather feels like it might be mid- or late autumn, despite the canopy of leaves still being a deep green color. You can't help but shiver a little at the strange and unfamiliar feeling of cold air blowing across your pussy, goosebumps flitting across your bare ass as you walk. Hiking through the woods is bad enough, but all three of you are having to do it half-naked! At least Jeanne's body seems to be in excellent shape, not fatiguing as you walk on for hour after hour. But eventually you're feeling rather out of it, and spotting a small clearing with a bubbling little spring in the center, you announce, "Okay, let's take a rest."\n\nTwo and Three, despite not having complained once, both quickly sink down to sit on the grass, Two hunching in on herself a bit while Three leans back on her hands and huffs. You move to a rock to sit down, and almost yelp at the feeling of the cold stone on your ass and pussy. Nope! Eventually squatting down and sitting on your own heels, you decide to go through the bag you're carrying more thoroughly to see if there's an empty canteen you can fill from the spring. As you are, you find an injector wand, though the label on it sparks no memory from Cypher's experiences. "Hey, guys, what's 'Adaptol'?"\n\nTwo blinks and shakes her head, but Three speaks up. "It's some drug that people use if they're stranded or in a tough situation for a long time," she says, rummaging through her own pack and pulling out an identical yellow and black wand, Two doing the same after a surprised look. "It's banned in most of the galaxy because it's apparently pretty unpredictable, it's hard to tell what the chemicals and your body chemistry will interpret as the 'proper' adaptation to your environment, and you're basically stuck like that until it completely clears out of your system after you're removed from the environment you're adapted to. But apparently they sold a lot of it on Mulsap Twelve... people would take it to adapt better and be more comfortable with the station air or lighting, or apparently even just for fun to see if they'd get any weird changes."\n\n"Huh." You glance at the epipen-like device, tilting it back and forth a bit. Adaptation... if you were adapted better to this planet's environment, you might have to worry less about finding shelter, and you might be better equipped to fight off your attackers if they ever show up. Plus, you've been doing at least a little of the math on Sierra's repair estimate while you walked... you're not 100% on your math but you do know it's more than a couple of years. Without a way to signal friendlies for help, you could be out here for a long, long time, and maybe being adapted to the environment could make that more comfortable. Maybe at least it would give you some fur to cover your ass or something. But then, Three did say it could be really unpredictable, and you might have a hard time turning back...\n\n<hr>\n[[All three of you will take the Adaptol.|Cypher]]\n\n[[You'll try the Adaptol.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Leave it.|Cypher]]

More curious than anything else, you tap 'Enclose'.\n\n"<b>Enclosing</b>," the robot announces, lifting the sagging, still ahegao'd Ranma off of its cocks, which rapidly shrink and disappear, the breast-suckers doing the same. It turns her around to face outward, giving you a great view of her sweaty, well-fucked body to continue to jerk it to even as its torso splits open, little hisses of steam and whirs of motors sounding as it swings up and outward. On the interior of its chest you can see that there's what looks like a screen (currently showing the ceiling), but most of the interior is made of shiny metal and more of those black panels, along with four holes, two of them going to roughly where the robot's own lower arms are and two down into its lower body and legs.\n\nAs you watch, the pair of horsecocks reforms in the interior of the robot, now jutting upward, although the front one also has a sort of multi-pronged thing at the base that you're betting is to stimulate her clit. You can also see black panels on parts of the sides that swung out forming cones, with lots of little wiggly feelers and cups and other things clearly designed to stimulate nipples and breasts.\n\nThe robot lifts Ranma up and into itself, the redhead moaning loudly as she's once again slid down onto the horsecocks, belly bulging up lewdly with the outline. It guides her arms and legs into the holes, which you can see inflate internally to hold her firmly. As the clit-stimulators start to buzz she starts letting out loud, half-panicked, half-slutty yowls as she instantly cums, and then clearly cums again right on the first orgasm's heels as the panels of the robot start to swing closed around her. The moment the panels click together everything goes silent, your cock twitching and firing your load onto the dojo floor as the seams merge together so finely that they're invisible, leaving absolutely no trace of the writhing, climaxing, constantly violated redhead inside.\n\nPanting a bit, you glance at the tablet. The screen now shows a picture of Ranma's face frozen in mid-ahegao with a pause sign in the corner (apparently you can watch the livefeed if you want), along with a list of her vitals. One of the lines reads 'Time until complete personality destruction:' with a countdown of days, hours, and minutes. Apparently Ranma can go for a little over three days of being forced to constantly cum from being raped inside a robot before her brain's completely gone... huh, longer than you thought, considering how relatively quickly she had her first mindbreak.\n\nYou also notice a line that says 'Neural link: Stable'. Hm... neural link... oh! You bet that means she can feel what the robot feels. Hm, so if you have it fuck someone else, she'll feel it too? That presents several <i>interesting</i> ideas. You notice that on another part of the screen there are two selectable buttons, 'General Obedience Mode' and 'Acquire New Target'. The first one is green, so apparently right now the robot will just do whatever you tell it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have it work as a housemaid.|RanBot]]\n\n[[Have it go off somewhere.|RanBot]]\n\n[[Have it follow you to Akane's room.|RanBot]]

"This is a martial arts training robot," you explain. "It'll definitely help you get stronger."\n\n"Huh, really? A training robot, like from one of those stupid goofy anime?" asks the anime girl.\n\n"Yup! You wanna try it out?"\n\n"Sure, let's go to the dojo," Ranma says without hesitation or apparently any real thought, turning and walking to the door.\n\nFor a second you're worried about how to get the robot to follow since there's not a control for that, but it starts moving with a lot of low whirs and light thumps once Ranma's gotten a bit away. Oh, good, even if you haven't selected a mode it's still locked on to her as a target. The three of you head downstairs and over to the attached building... you notice that no one pokes their heads out to ask what all the noise is, which you're guessing is some effect of your debug powers. Soon you've entered the dojo, Ranma stepping out onto the floor and the robot settling into place in front of her.\n\n"Okay, start it up! I mean, I'm totally just gonna bust it up, but your money, I guess!" Ranma chirps, then frowns. "Hey wait, where'd you get the money for this anyway?"\n\n"Nevermind," you answer somewhat absently, since you doubt it will matter in a moment as you tap the 'Break' selection.\n\n"<b>Scanning</b>," the robot booms in a loud, blatantly synthetic voice. Ranma looks mildly nervous as a beam of green light shines out of the center of the robot's torso and passes up and down her body briefly before disappearing. "<b>Optimal mindbreak strategy determined: overwhelming force. Commencing rape.</b>"\n\n"Er, wait, what?!" Ranma yelps, that single moment of shock apparently enough for her to be taken off-guard as the robot pounces forward, shockingly quickly considering its earlier lumbering movements. Its upper hands latch onto her wrists and yank her into the air before she even seems to know what's happening, its lower hands immediately tearing her clothes to shreds and leaving her naked in the blink of an eye. Then those hands grab her ankles, the robot holding her tautly spread-eagle as she squirms and struggles, bare tits jiggling. "Hey! This isn't funny, lemmego!"\n\nThen her eyes widen (and admittedly so do yours) as the black material at the robot's crotch bulges outward, quickly taking on the shape of a pair of massive equine dicks. They twitch in the air slightly, actually moving into place without being touched as the robot adjusts Ranma's position, guiding her so that the bulged tips at the head of the flares are just up against her pussy and ass. "H-hey, no way... no way those'll fit, no waAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Her jaw clenches and her eyes roll up as the robot abruptly yanks her down, hard, spearing her directly onto the massive bestial rubber phalli, her stomach bulging up obscenely all the way to between her breasts with the outline of the one in her pussy as the one in her ass pushes it upward.\n\n'Damn,' you think, stunned, almost without thinking fishing out your stiff prick and starting to stroke it as the robot starts to move the twitching, shuddering Ranma up and down along its cocks. Whatever they're made of must be some kind of ultra-slick surface, because they don't seem to be having any problem sliding in as deep as they want, Ranma's body forced to take every inch of them again and again as she's pumped over them like an onahole. The redhead can only make squeaking, almost gurgling noises as she's fucked, enough that you'd think she'd already been instantly mindbroken, but apparently the robot doesn't think so yet since it's still pumping her over those massive dicks with obviously machine-like timing and precision.\n\nFrom some of the black portions on the sides of its torso emerge two long tube-like things, snaking through the air before expanding into cones at the end, and immediately latching onto Ranma's large, jiggling tits. Her gurgling, overwhelmed noises turn into actual cries of humiliated pleasure as the tubes apparently start sucking and stimulating her, her whole body convulsing, overstretched pussy gushing over the massive faux-horsecock stuffed into it. Ranma's head sags, shaking back and forth with the motions.\n\n"<b>Mindbreak imminent,</b>" the robot booms. "<b>Initiating final push.</b>"\n\nWith that, it increases the spead of stroking Ranma over its cocks massively, just almost blurring as it works her over them at high speed, her tits jiggling with similar almost blurs despite the tubes latched onto them, Ranma's cries turning into one long wail before you can see her arch, then slump, seeming to relax even as she's still being fucked, a brainless smile on her face and an empty look in her eyes, her tongue lolling out and drool running down her cheek.\n\nYou're distracted from the sight by a beeping from the tablet. Glancing down, you notice that the options have changed to [Enclose] and [Release]. Huh, there's that weird option again, wonder what it really does...\n\n<hr>\n[['Enclose'.|RanBot1x2]]\n\n[['Release'.|RanBot]]

Seriously, it looks just like the phaser rifles from one of the later movies, all sleek and deadly-seeming. You reach out, curious as to how the textured-looking grip actually feels. The moment you touch it, the lights dim and a pulsing red light starts shining, a particular siren wail sounding. You jump, thinking there must have been some sort of alarm attached to the display... then realize you're not just touching the rifle, you're holding it. And you're also standing in a corridor, people in uniforms clustered around you, aiming similar-looking prop rifles one direction. \n\nYou stare at them, then look down at yourself. This... is not your body. This is the body of a fairly compact woman, wearing a black and yellow uniform. You swallow heavily, not sure what's going on, but having a very bad feeling about it. You're yanked from your shock and worry by one of the other uniformed people (a redhaired woman) calling "Here they come!"\n\nYour head yanks up to stare down the corridor, and a little shudder of fear runs down your back as you see red laser lights pierce the slightly foggy air. The dark figures that round the corner are familiar, but, well... lewder. Their main bodies are completely covered in what looks like black rubber, the females with huge, stiff molded rubber breasts, the males with jutting, massive strapon-like black rubber members. Only their arms and legs are completely covered in cybernetic armor, more implants dotting their faces here and there.\n\nThe other security officers open fire, red-orange beams of light streaking out and striking the incoming Borg(?), causing them to collapse to the floor. After a moment, you make yourself start shooting as well, your body's reflexes taking over and striking several drones right in center mass. Then you see one of your blasts strike a shimmering purple forcefield that appears over a drone's jutting rubber tits.\n\n"They've adapted!" the redhead calls, looking over at you, green eyes showing the beginnings of panic. "Commander! What do we do?!"\n\nUhhhh...\n\n<hr>\n[[F-fall back!|TrekF2x1]]\n\n[[Hold the line!|TrekF1x1]]

"Yeah, I guess so," you answer, more curious than anything else.\n\nThere's a flicker in the air, and suddenly a humanoid form appears just above you, "dropping" into your lap and settling there. You stare in shock at the slender form now crouched atop you... she looks about fifteen or so, not quite flat-chested but probably just scraping an A-cup anyway, her skin a bright color... well, since it's literally glowing, as is her short, green hair. You can in fact see through her a bit, with faint outlines of the consoles and seats beyond, her naked body smooth and devoid of most actual features like a bellybutton... or nipples... or a pussy. You stare into her glowing purple eyes in shock, seeing little glowing white lines of code flitting across them constantly as she grins and flings her arms upward.\n\n"Tada~!" She giggles following her declaration, the sound still coming from all around you.\n\n"S-Sierra?" you squeak.\n\n"Mhm! Turns out I can use the holoprojectors along with a bit of the matter shifters to make a body! Well, right now it's only semi-solid," she adds, poking the tip of your nose, a faint pressure accompanying it. "Boop!"\n\n"Um. Wow," is about all you can muster. "This is... amazing!"\n\n"Isn't it?" Sierra's holoprojection grins brightly... and scoots forward a little. That same slight feeling of pressure accompanies her smooth, featureless crotch rubbing across your cock through the thin material of your pajama pants, and you can feel yourself starting to stir in reaction. You swallow hard, and look at her face, seeing that same bright smile there... but there's a twinkle in those glowing, code-marked eyes that you're pretty sure means she noticed. "So, whaddya think?" she asks, the voice coming out of the speakers having just the faintest hint (you think) of a sensual purr.\n\n<hr>\n[["I think you should sit somewhere else."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... I think you're really cute."|Cypher1x23]]

"... I think..." you murmur, raising your face a bit more towards hers, your voice growing softer. "... that you're really cute."\n\n"Yeah?" Sierra's speaker-emitted voice has lowered as well, her projection's head leaning in more towards your face. "Cute?"\n\n"Really cute," you affirm, bringing your lips closer to hers.\n\n"You're not so bad yourself," your spaceship murmurs before her projection presses her mouth to yours. The ghostly sensation of her on your skin actually tingles a little, like a very mild electric sensation. You can feel her tongue moving to meet yours, the sensation gentle but eager, and though the first time it slips right through your own tongue in its motions it gives you a bit of a start, you quickly grow used to the sensation.\n\nYour hands move to rest on her sleek back, stroking down it gently, since you don't want to press hard enough to go through her, but you can feel the warmth of her and the curve of her projected body as you cup your hands on her pert ass. Her hands come up to stroke through your hair, the prickle of her touch feeling a bit like a static charge making your hair stand up. She ducks her head down briefly, tracing her projection's tongue up your neck, while her voice surrounds you again.\n\n"I've never felt this way about monitoring your biosigns... about knowing all this about you. I've felt your heartbeat speed up so many times, but now, knowing it's faster because of me..." Her voice continues to come from everywhere in the ship around you, even as her ghostly lips brush your ear with that tingling sensation, her hands running up and down your chest and barely rumpling your shirt. "Every beat of it is really exciting. And I've always known the physiological signs of an erection, but... knowing that's for me..." She hesitates, then gives a soft giggle, her slightly electronic voice turning teasing again. "It's for me, right?"\n\n"Y-yeah, Sierra, it's definitely for you," you moan softly, feeling your cock throb as she rubs her smooth crotch against you again.\n\n"Then... give it to me," she low-volume broadcasts, right before pressing her projection's lips to yours again.\n\nMoaning softly, you reach down, undoing the single button holding the flap of your pajama pants and freeing your cock. A bit of light pressure on her lightform's ass has her raising up... you're not exactly sure how to do this, but a moment later Sierra solves it by just pushing her smooth crotch down onto your cock, letting it slide inside her projection from the pressure. Both of you throw back your heads and gasp out as you slide inside her, the inside of her projection feeling slightly warm but tingling and with that same soft, gentle pressure applying all around you. You swallow hard as she settles down most of the way on you, about half an inch of your cock still outside the boundary of her lightform. "It... it feels good for you too?" you ask, especially when a low moan emanates from the ship's speakers.\n\n"I mean... I guess it's just data, to me?" Sierra answers, though her projection's cheeks turn pink with a soft <i>blip</i> signaling the change. "The fields sending me a bunch of more intricate readings about... your cock. But those readings are... right now it just feels so good to get them, you know? Like... I know it's just a bunch of data about little temperature variations on the surface of the shaft, tissue density of the head, blood flow... but all that data adds up to..." Her lightform actually shivers, before she gives a rather impish grin. "It adds up to your cock inside me and I <i>love</i> it, Boss." Then she starts moving up and down, the fields of her projection stroking up and down over you, making you gasp loudly. You look down at where your body joins her, and at the dark outline of your cock showing through her belly, and then back up to her face, where she's smiling at you. "And I love you," she adds, the words surrounding you from every speaker in the ship.\n\n"Sierra..." you murmur.\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you too."|Cypher]]\n\n[["You feel so good."|Cypher]]

"What I'm doing will change the face, the very nature of humanity, of biological life as we know it, every-!"\n\nYou promptly stand up and whirl, firing. The stun blast takes Mad Doc Madison right in the face, lifting her off of her feet and then dropping her down like a sack of potatoes, or whatever they grow in space. You wince a little bit, not having quite intended that, but you were aiming for where the sound was coming from, after all.\n\nSeeing a wild fringe of red hair at the edge of the table Madison was standing next to, you hurry over. "Koro!" Rounding the table, you stop and stare, your mouth open. You're... pretty sure that's Koro, but, well.\n\nThe figure on the table is just as big, just as muscular, but, well. Very female. The muscles are still large and powerful looking, but have a slightly more feminine build to them, there's a fairly thick patch of bright crimson fur between her legs rather than anything bulging outward, and her breasts... dang, they're bigger than Doctor Trace's. Well, the whole person is bigger than Doctor Trace. After staring with your mouth open for a moment, you choke out, "Koro?!"\n\n"Hnnnh." The redhead shifts a bit, blinking open her eyes. Yup, those are Koro's. "Huh? What the?" Her voice is a bit more of a female register, but still deep and powerful. She looks down... then blinks. "... Huh. Tha's a helluva thing."\n\nYou quickly move to tap at the side of the bed, opening the restraints and allowing Koro to get to her feet. Her immense tits wobble back and forth a bit with the motion. "Are you... okay? I mean, do you feel alright?"\n\n"I..." She lifts a fist in the air and rubs at her bicep as she rolls her shoulders, her arm squashed across her bare breasts almost directly across the big, puffy dark nipples covering them. "Actually yeah, I feel fine. I mean, obviously... huh." Then she spreads her arms and shrugs, causing another wobble. "Well. Shit happens."\n\nYou stare up at Koro's face, though doing that without winding up staring at the huge tan expanses below it isn't that easy. "... You got turned into a woman and your response is 'shit happens'?"\n\n"Well, it does!" Koro actually grins at that, thumping her hands down on her broad hips. "C'mon, let's get this lot restrained. We'll take Madison back with us and leave the rest of the smallfry for the local badges. And let's try an' find my stuff while we're at it." She glances down and pokes at one of her breasts, mming. "Guess 'm gonna hafta wear something under my coat now. Maybe."\n\nThe two of you set to going around to the various knocked-out guards, applying those silver restraint bands you saw on the first bounty you captured, with you having to avoid looking in Koro's direction too much. The massive unflappable man-turned-woman doesn't seem all that eager to rectify her nudity, nor all that bothered about bending over and flashing her bare pussy and big toned ass at you. Eventually however she does come across her clothing and gear in a locker, and shrugs back into it. The coat drapes over her new breasts, probably because of some of the extra room in the shoulders, but it just barely keeps everything covered, and occasionally Koro's movements will reveal a dusky hint of nipple.\n\nAs the two of you arrive back at Sierra, the back entrance lowers. "Hey guys, what's WHOA! Hey, Koro, decide the old chassis didn't suit you and you wanted to try a new one?" \n\n"Wasn't my idea, but eh," Koro announces, dumping the unconscious Madison on the floor, not even looking as she disappears like the other bounty did. Koro heads forward and starts to drop into her chair, only for a "Hst!" from Sierra to make her lower herself into it more gingerly.\n\nThe trip back is a little awkward... well, on your part. Probably even moreso because of how unbothered Koro seems by it all, chattering away about her (then his) fight against a bunch of security droids and guards and how great the explosions were. But once you arrive back at the Meridian, there's the expected shock and exclamations, then explanations, and then even an examination. Finally, Doc Trace shrugs and turns to both you and Koro. "Whatever this woman did, it's no simple body alteration... it's definitely beyond any genetic or biological engineering I've seen before. But from what I can tell, it would be highly resistant to any standard reengineering attempts. I'm afraid, for the foreseeable future, you're going to be female."\n\n"Eh," Koro replies with a massive shrug, before turning and meandering out of the room.\n\n"He... um, she... doesn't seem very bothered," Ami comments, wringing her hands just a bit and glancing at Doc Trace.\n\n"Mm. The Kruscians are an extremely gender-blind society, for the most part," Trace explains, adjusting her glasses. "They only truly care about whether someone is strong or weak, not whether the strong or weak person is a man or a woman. And bisexuality is typically the norm for them, as well, so that may be part of it. Perhaps we should simply not look a gift horse in the mouth, and be thankful that Koro doesn't seem bothered."\n\nEventually you return to your room, removing the suit and putting on what could laughably be called your clothes (you've gotta do some shopping) before flopping down on the bed on your back. You rest a hand across your belly and stare at the ceiling. Koro doesn't seem bothered, but you're quite frustrated with yourself. You were in charge of that mission and it went wrong. You sigh, glancing at the door. Maybe if you talked it out with someone else...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ami.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Doc Trace.|Cypher3x1]]\n\n[[Koro.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Sierra.|Cypher1x21]]\n\n[[No one.|Cypher]]

You wonder if this is some version of how you've heard guys talk to their cars? But then, cars generally don't talk back, and a soothing chat with Sierra seems like it might help right now, since she's always so supportive and cheerful. Pushing up from the bed, you head out of the room and down to the docking bay, the doors whirring open to show Sierra's interior.\n\n"Hey, Boss, what's up?" her voice chirps as you step inside. "Couldn't sleep?"\n\n"Not really," you admit, sinking into the pilot's chair and turning it around to face away from the view of the closed outer doors, slumping down a bit.\n\n"What's the matter?" Her normally cheerful voice shows a genuine thread of concern, coming from all around you and helping to feel like you're surrounded by her care. "You seem really down."\n\n"I can't stop feeling like I really messed up this mission. And that maybe if I was... the real Cypher, everything would have gone better," you admit, sighing and leaning your head back against the seat, closing your eyes.\n\n"... Boss, you can't think that," Sierra's voice, ratcheted down to a soft tone, replies. "Even outside of his lame personality, Cypher wasn't perfect. He may not have seen himself as failing, but he did, and people still got hurt and there were times where people even died that he could have avoided if he'd cared about others even a little." You blink your eyes open at that, but Sierra's voice continues. "And I can guarantee you that he wouldn't care about anything happening to Koro, as long as there was some way for him to shrug it off. The moment Koro didn't seem bothered, that guy would have just shrugged it off too, and not had a second thought about his own responsibility, like his mistake never happened."\n\n"... So, what, I'm better because I care, even though I screwed up?" you say a little wryly, scooting further up in your seat.\n\n"Well, yeah!" Sierra's voice sounds more energetic again. "It shows you care about the people around you! More than that, you'll actually try to do better, so you can protect them! I know it!"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, you're right," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Hey, I bet I can cheer you up some more! I learned a new trick, you wanna see?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Not now, you're tired.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Maybe later.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Sure?|Cypher1x22]]

Well, hell, "go big or go home", as they say. You tap the selection to give yourself an above-maximum charisma, and feel a little ripple in the air, as if something had subtly changed. What's not so subtle is the change in weight you can feel in your pants, the front of them now bulging with what's obviously a truly massive cock.\n\nTifa also unfreezes, and her eyes widen as she immediately falls to her knees and bows before you until her forehead touches the floor. "Forgive me, my lord! Forgive my familiarity, I don't know what I was thinking!" she pleads desperately.\n\nYou stare at her, not sure whether you're more shocked by the sudden and extreme change or distracted by the view of her bent down with her ass jutted up in the air, her skirt having ridden up some to reveal the lower curves of her ass even from where you're standing.\n\n"Forgive me, I am a worthless animal compared to you, I only used your name because of my adoration for you!" Tifa continues, apparently lamenting her earlier behavior before you made yourself into the equivalent of an earthly god as far as how other people view you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeees, your familiarity SHOULD be punished.|FF7X44x1]]\n\n[[Let's say she's your high priestess now instead, that could be fun.|FF7Xplaceholder]]

Yeah, why delay gratification? You can just stay right here and find out what sorts of things there are to do.\n\nYou start looking through the menus. You notice that it's added an option to invoke 'Scenarios'... probably some sort of scripted event startup that has potential to turn naughty (or, alternately, are just straightforward naughtiness, probably).\n\nSo let's see, there's the potions, or the new scenarios options... 'devices', wonder what sort it's got to do stuff to guys?\n\nOf course all that aside... you could just be direct and go right at Ranma. Either pin him down and fuck his ass, or change yourself, pin him down, and ride his cock. \n\n<hr>\n[[Potions.|RanDeb17x3]]\n\n[[Scenarios.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Devices.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Items.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Rape (as a guy).|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Rape (as a girl).|RanDeb]]

Picking up your pace slightly, you use your influence to ramp up the Senshi's pleasure even more. Her squeals of pleasure and delight become even more brainless, spit running down her chin and flicking from the tip of her lolled-out tongue, eyes still rolled up as she cums repeatedly and harder than ever before. With your influence inside her you can feel the short circuits happening in her brain from the intensity of her orgasm, making new connections between her love of this current sensation, burning out anything that might stand in the way of it like morals, shame, and loyalty to her friends. Feeling her become your pleasure-addicted slave, you let out a sweet moan from your lack of mouth and shove forward, pumping her womb full of thick black ooze, making her moo eagerly at even further orgasms.\n\nEventually you pull out, moving to settle into a chair as you lower the Senshi to the floor. Your liquid rubber cum dribbles out of her stretched pussy as she settles onto all fours, panting happily, then begins crawling forward, her swaying tits and udder barely clearing the floor, teats actually rubbing against it. She settles herself in front of you and starts worshipping your massive molded rubber prick with her tongue, using long licks and swirls to collect the bits of her own arousal and your rubbercum, swallowing both down with the same eagerness.\n\n"Mm, good girl." You rest a hand between her nubby horns and rub gently. "Let's see, you were Sailor Mars... Rei Hino, I think it was? But from now on your name will just be... Cow," you declare.\n\n"Moo, thank you Mistress," Cow coos back in reply, running her hands up and down your shaft adoringly. "Cow will do anything to serve Mistress, moo."\n\n"Oh? Even though you're a stupid, worthless piece of livestock?" you answer in an amused tone. "Even though I'm going to rape your friends and change them just like I did to you?"\n\n"Mmmmoooooo," Cow replies, rubbing her cheek against your cock. "This stupid Cow will do whatever Mistress says, please milk Cow's dumb udders and fuck Cow's useless holes some more, Mistress!"\n\n"Good girl," you repeat, guiding her head up and pushing it down over your cock, swelling it up as you do, her jaw stretching obscenely to fit it. It's fine, she's absorbed some of your stretchiness obviously... especially to judge how she seems to be cumming from having an arm-sized prick stuffed down her throat.\n\nYou absentmindedly begin working her head up and down, using Cow's face like a sex sleeve as you consider. You do need to turn your attention to the other Senshi now. You sincerely doubt they could put Cow to rights without one of those full resurrection things they do (cheap, plz nerf), But there are still some things to watch out for. Moon is always unpredictable with her power over the others, and you wouldn't entirely count out Venus to have some ability to invoke the love for her friends Cow still probably has underneath her desire to be used as your sex toy and milk factory. So the safest bet for your next conquest is probably either Jupiter or Mercury.\n\nJupiter is the strongest, so if you could overcome her you could theoretically use that to your advantage... Cow's now too stupid and yokai-corrupted to access any of her Senshi abilities, but Jupiter's physically powerful as it is, and could probably tap into her even greater Senshi strength even after some corruption. \n\nOn the other hand, Mercury is the smart one. Even if her brains took a hit from your corruption, she'd probably be able to help you plot and plan a lot better than Cow, who wasn't exactly a mental giant even before you fucked her stupid. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Jupiter.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Mercury.|HLSenshi]]

'Potion, status effect, whatever it is... hm, lots more menus... so much choice just to have infinite power, ugh!' you think, shaking your head.\n\nBut yeah, there are multiple sub-headings here:\n\n[[Aphrodisiacs|RanDeb18x1]]\n\n[[Enhancements|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Transformations|RanDeb17x4]]\n\n[[Altered States|RanDeb]]

Ah, so it looks like you can alter your own stats too... at least here, presumably to make it easier to get into Tifa's panties. You tap the selection and notice that it already has presets for you to use, your Charisma score currently set to 75 on a scale of 1-99. You notice there are some lower settings too... charisma must affect more than your ability to be charming, you can't quite see why anyone would want to make themselves <i>less</i> charming in a game that's obviously about getting laid.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 1 ("Shota").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 80 ("Convincing").|FF7X20x1]]\n\n[[Set to 85 ("Domineering").|FF7X1x1]]\n\n[[Set to 99 ("Compelling").|FF7X11x1]]\n\n[[Set to 100 ("Object of Worship").|FF7X10x2]]

You're sort of curious as to what you could do by changing every guy in the scenario... there's some kinda sexy possibilities there, you can't help but think.\n\n[[Futanarify|RanDebSA]] - "All male characters will become highly libidinous and sexually aggressive futas."\n\n[[Trapitize|RanDebSA]] - "All male characters will become feminine in appearance, manner, and dress, but not sex."\n\n[[Give Fetishes|RanDebSA]] - "Select from a list of kinks or sexual desires that will be given to all males at a subconscious but intense level."\n\n[[Incutize|RanDebSA]] - "All male characters will become sultry (but aggressive) sexual demons who pursue, dominate, and satisfy female characters."\n\n[[Himbofy|RanDebSA]] - "All male characters will have their appearance highly sexualized, their intelligence lowered, and their mood adjusted permanently to 'chipper'."\n\n[[Tame|RanDebSA]] - "All male characters will become obedient and deferential towards females."

"Girls... hate it when I touch them?" Happosai repeats, sounding shocked and confused, as if that had really only just occurred to him.\n\nSnorting, you use a mocking tone of voice that indicates you still expect him to repeat. "'No girl would want me to touch her in a million years!'"\n\n"No girl would want me to touch her in a million years," Happosai grumbles, with the simmering resentment of someone who's obviously heard <i>that</i> plenty.\n\nLaughing a bit, you call, "Fine, here!" and throw the pin at him. He sits up and snatches it out of the air, quickly clipping it to his puff of white hair, and disappearing in a thick cloud of smoke that appears with a loud *POMF*. You cough and wrinkle your nose, waving both hands around to try and clear the smoke. "Geez, what're you even doing, old man?" Then you yelp as you feel the familiar sensation of Happosai doing a full-body glomp on your chest.\n\nExcept that this time it sends a surge of pleasure through you when he does. Your whole body twitches, your fingers wriggling, hands half-raised, stopped in the motion of smacking him off. His little hands and fingers roughly caress and squeeze at your large breasts, but every touch sends an intensely enjoyable shock through your whole body. You let out a moan and shudder all over as he pinches one of your nipples through the silk of your shirt, your toes curling against the ground. You look down at Happosai, noticing that he's become a bit larger and paunchier, a striped tail swishing back and forth above his rear as he wiggles against your boobs.\n\n"W-what... what are you...?" you gasp out, only to cut yourself off with a pleasured yelp as he pinches both of your nipples at once, feeling a small boobgasm flash its way along your nerves.\n\n"Oh, it's just an illusion that every time I touch you, it feels incredibly good," Happosai sneers, wiggling his new raccoon ears. He yanks your shirt open in front, and your eyes roll up some as he starts touching you directly, sending even more powerful sensations racing along your skin. "Of course, it's a very <i>good</i> illusion, so the difference is fairly immaterial, don't you think?"\n\nHe wiggles his lower body a bit, then begins pumping his hips. You feel something gradually pressing up between your tits, making you moan and quiver with every thrust, until quite a bit of cock is jutting up out of your cleavage, working back and forth as Happosai moves. You can feel his enlarged balls slap against your chest and belly as he starts titfucking you while you're still standing. After the fourth shuddering, mind-shaking boobgasm slams through you, you give in completely, bringing one hand up to his back to help hold him in place, the other moving to fondle and stroke his immense balls. You duck your head and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, letting him fuck up between your lips with his thrusts. You almost immediately get the even more strange and pleasurable feeling of a <i>mouthgasm</i> as his touch stimulates your lips and tongue as you suck and lick at his pumping prick.\n\nThe feeling of the transformed pervert pleasuring himself with your tits gets you off again and again, your pussy gushing several times, leaving the black silk of your pants clinging to your thighs and crotch, outlining the engorged lips and your stiff clit perfectly. When Happosai finally cums in your mouth, you yourself climax so hard that your eyes roll up in your head and your whole body shudders, a mewling noise sounding low in your throat. The martial arts master drops away as you wobble unsteadily, then drop to the ground, sweaty tits heaving as you try to catch your breath.\n\n"Hahaha, so what do you think of me now, Ranma?" Happosai sneers.\n\n<hr>\n[["You... old bastard..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Please... fuck me..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Make it... even better..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Wha?!"\n\n"Astolfo, the Director is coming back to our room with us for mana transfer," you declare. "Bring her with us, would you?"\n\nAstolfo chirps happily, instantly pouncing on the stunned Olga Marie and picking her up to put her over one shoulder.\n\n"H-hey! Unhand me! Th-this is treason! Mutiny! <i>Lewdness</i>!" Olga Marie howls, kicking her feet and beating her fists against Astolfo's back, which he barely even seems to notice, his long horselike white tail giving a flick.\n\n"Mash, show the way to the room, please?" you prompt.\n\n"... Um." Mash looks back and forth between you and her nominal employer a few times... then shrugs and nods, turning to lead the way out of the room.\n\nOlga Marie continues to kick up a fuss the entire way, but apparently everyone else at Chaldea is either too intimidated by your new Servant to intervene, or they're of the same opinion as you that she could use a good and extremely thorough dicking-down as an attitude adjustment. Mash leads the way to a simple room that's dominated by a fairly large bed, which you guess makes sense considering how you're supposed to deal with Servants. Apparently your order to Astolfo that you were going to do 'mana transfer' was enough that he doesn't need any more direction from you, walking over to sit on the bed before pulling Olga Marie off of his shoulder, his talon-tipped fingers and strong hands making quick work of her clothing, tearing it off as she yelps and squirms.\n\n"Don't you <i>dare</i>!" the silver-haired aristocrat yowls, then shrieks in a mixture of outrage and discomfort as Astolfo slides his hands under her legs and hauls them up, forcing her to bend upward, his hands going behind her head as he locks her in a full nelson. Olga Marie struggles futilely, completely helpless, her decently-sized breasts capped by pale pink nipples wobbling, her face red with shame and outrage as they and her pussy and pucker are all shown off. "Y-you can't do this!" she half asserts and half-pleads, staring in fear at Astolfo's massive horse prick as it twitches in the air, constantly oozing a heavy stream of pre. She squeaks as he lifts her and shifts his hips to move it up... then her eyes go wide as it nudges up against her little rosebud instead of her slit, smearing the clear, slick precum all over it as he wiggles her into place. "HEY! No, no, wait, wait, that's the wrong hole, if you're going to rape me at least rape my pussEEEEEEEEE!"\n\nHer eyes roll up and her teeth grit hard, some drool instantly sliding down the side of her chin as Astolfo shoves her asshole down onto his massive bestial pole, his precum apparently sufficient lube to let him push in deep on the first thrust, her stomach bulging out with the outline of it. Giving more of those happy, pleased, wordless neigh-chirps, Astolfo begins working her up and down over his dick, lifting and moving the haughty director as if she were nothing more than a common sex toy, pumping his equine prick up into her piteous pucker mercilessly, getting it a bit deeper each time as his balls bounce with the motions of his hips.\n\nYou watch with unrestrained delight, the scene before you being exactly as hot as you hoped it would be. Your own cock is rock hard in your pants, and after only a brief glance at Mash, you pull her in front of you and roughly bend her over, shoving her skirt up and yanking her hose and panties down to bare her pert round ass. Quickly freeing your own pre-dribbling dick, you shove it into her ass just as roughly as Astolfo did Olga Marie's, Mash letting out a loud moan as you violate her. But rather than protest or try to squirm away as you start pounding into her, Mash reaches back, using her hands to spread her asscheeks and make it easier for you to rape your cock even deeper into her, her moans coming regularly and loudly, slutty, wicked sounds that show she's enjoying every moment of your rough violation.\n\n"Oh? You like this, Mash?" you ask in an amused tone, grabbing her hair with one hand and yanking her head back, Mash giving a pleasured little yip as you do.\n\n"Y-yes, Senpai!" she gasps out, working her hips back against your thrusts as well as holding her ass spread for you. "I'm designed as a kind of mana battery to help with recharging both Mages and Servants! My body is designed AH! ❤" she squeals happily as you give her ass a good hard slap above one of her hands. "Is designed to be used for rough sex, and to take maximum enjoyment from being used like a sex doll!"\n\nSomehow the fact that she's <i>happy</i> you're raping her makes it all the better. You'd lean down and kiss her if it wouldn't mean taking your eyes off the show in front of you. Olga Marie's tits are bouncing in the frame of her legs as she's worked rapidly over Astolfo's huge horsecock, that animalistic fuckpole pounding into her now stretched and darkened pucker, her eyes still partly rolled-up and her jaw clenched, drool running down her chin. She's making a lot of fun sounds too, an amusing blend of breathless, furious threats like "I-I'll kill you!" and "I'll destroy you all!" mixed with incredibly slutty squeals and whimpers and even the occasional "I'm cummiiiiing!" \n\nAstolfo's own noises would seem to reinforce that he's become of mostly animalistic intelligence, all of them completely bestial noises that display his hybrid of creatures, from leonine rumbling to raptor-ish chirps and warbles to bits of equine whinnying. The fact that you've not only turned the pretty, sweet paladin into a lewd, cheerful rape-beast, completely defiled the haughty director that looked down on you, <i>and</i> have a darling, devoted fuckpet who wants you to abuse her definitely makes you feel like you picked the right program. Shedding your clothes amidst fucking Mash, you continue to watch the show as you pound into her ass, eventually moaning loudly as you unload into her. At a murmured directive from you, Mash strips off her own clothes, baring her large breasts and pale body as she kneels in front of you, starting to eagerly and attentively suck, lick, and deep-throat the cock that was just in her ass, cleaning it off thoroughly for you.\n\nEventually Astolfo lets out a long, jubilant 'SCREEEE!' and thrusts upward, his heavy horseballs lifting upward as he starts emptying them into Olga Marie. Her eyes go wide, a strangled sound of mingled outrage, fear, and pleasure escaping her tightened throat as her belly rapidly starts to swell and round out, the outline of Astolfo's equine member obscured as she's filled. Then her eyes roll up, apparently completely overwhelmed as cum bubbles up from her lips, dribbling down her chin and splattering all over her tits as she's apparently filled too quickly for the expansion of her stomach to keep up with. \n\nOnce he's emptied his balls, Astolfo lifts Olga Marie off his prick and sets her surprisingly tenderly on the bed next to him. She flops out splayed and ragdolled, breathing hard (albeit gurgling a bit as she does through her throatful of cum), her ass visibly gaping open and belly slowly deflating as cum gushes out of her. "A-... at least... still... virginity," she murmurs half-coherently as she twitches, her sodden pussy apparently unclaimed even as it dribbles her arousal down to mingle with all the hippogriff-morph cum coming out of her gaped butthole.\n\n<hr>\n[[Not for long!|FLO1x6]]\n\n[[Oho, well, let's make sure she keeps it, then!|FLO]]

Oh, she's definitely getting a cock in her pussy tonight! Whether yours or Astolfo's! Though that does bring up a thought... this program's given you two other forms to play around with. Which one to use during Olga Marie's defilement...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay male.|FLO]]\n\n[[Change to female.|FLO]]\n\n[[Change to futa.|FLO]]

You sigh happily as you lay on your stomach in bed, your cheek resting on your folded arms. Your long, girlishly soft hair drifts along your cheeks as you dreamily consider the last two years.\n\nAfter your masters taught you what a little ass slut you were, it's been nothing but happiness. Both of them dedicated themselves to stretching out your little bitch-hole with a zeal, and you rewarded them by getting ever more girly and ever more devoted to both of them. Not a day passes where you don't get both of their big fat cocks stuffed up your ass at the same time, though it's been a long time since that actually counted as stretching you.\n\nOne of the first things they did was have Buster Bull fuck you, since his cock was even bigger than theirs. After a few times of his massive blue cock, Herschel pushed in alongside him and, with a bit of clever positioning, Harry did as well, your asshole stretched around all three of them. Toys off the internet, everyday objects, anything to get something bigger and fatter stuffed up your butt. Most of it probably shouldn't even have been possible, or at the least left your pucker a gaping mess... but maybe whatever magic animates the mascots rubbed off on you, but it still looks as perfect and pink, maybe even moreso, than when you arrived. You don't seem to have aged either, still being a slender teenage boy, just a bit more girlish in certain areas than you used to be.\n\nYou lift your head and look at a photo hanging on the wall, one of your happiest memories. In the dead of night but still out in the open, Herschel, Harry, and you all went out to the parking lot, their cocks wobbling in the air, yours dangling limply in front of you. (Ass-sluts don't need hardons, only boys get hardons.) The picture shows them standing on either side of you, cocks angled towards your phase, while you sit halfway down one of the large cement plugs they use to keep cars out of certain areas. You're wearing nothing but a white garter belt and lacy white stockings, your hands raised in dual victory signs, eyes halfway rolled up and an utterly whorish grin of pleasure on your face, tongue poking out. Your flat belly is clearly bulged most of the way up to your chest with the cement rod stuck up it, the thing over half as thick as you are.\n\nYou turn your smile to Harry as he walks up to the side of the bed and tugs your white satin panties down in back. Effortlessly he pushes his fist up your ass and slides it in up to above the elbow, then begins pumping it in and out, making your soft (but still sensitive) dick rub against the sheets. You sigh happily and rest your head back on your arms. Yes, you finally found your purpose in life.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Harold and Herschel's anal-stretching slut</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[That's my purpose in life? Maybe rewind back to deciding who topped.|HaroldHorse1x3]]\n\n[[Instead, let's go all the way back to deciding which mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Let's go alllll the way back to character creation!|CharGenMain]]

You fly over the crumbling, abandoned-seeming city, nothing to mark life in the streets save mindlessly-waving tentacles, a red sky with black clouds thundering rainlessly above you. Hearing muffled cries, you smile and duck down to fly closer to one of the buildings, taking in the sight of a small family of humans being violated in their various holes by oviposition tentacles, the full-breasted mother already filled to glowing and twitching as aphrodisiac goo is spurted onto her brain. Ah, a little pack of survivors, increasingly rare these days. You'll have to start figuring out how to begin exporting hatchlings off the planet and to other worlds... wouldn't want your race of little pets to go extinct again just because they ran out of hosts. \n\nTaking properly to the air again, you fly towards where your father is visible in the distance, his four eyes turning to fix on you when you would not even be a speck to most beings. The demon lord Trigon reclines on a throne made of one of the city's landmark buildings, and you dutifully land some distance out to approach on foot, as is respectful. You spare a glance and a smirk as you pass the distended form of your sister, her egg-filled belly and breasts each the size of a car, practically transparent with the sheer amount of glowing eggs they contain. Her eyes are still rolled up in her head, aphrodisiac cum dribbling down the sides of her head and from her nose... after all this time you wonder if there's even much brain left in there for them to affect.\n\nProstrating yourself before your sire's immense form, you lower your forehead to the cracked pavement and call, "Oh my Lord and Father, you have returned to this fallen world as foretold!"\n\n"<b>Indeed</b>," Trigon booms, cheek propped on one huge fist as he looks down at you. "<b>Though this was not the Fall of the world originally foretold, it has still allowed me to rise again. Earth is a wash of pleasured torment, and it is all thanks to you, child.</b>" He slowly smiles, his other hand reaching down and flipping his loincloth aside, baring the massive humanesque member flopped across his thighs. "<b>Now come and claim your reward</b>," he adds as the enormous thing slowly rises up, hardening quickly before your eyes.\n\nMoaning eagerly, you fly upwards and to his lap, straddling his immense red sack, your bare feet pressing into the skin as your own balls rub across its surface, your cock pressing up against the underside of one that's bigger by a considerable margin than you are. You wrap your arms around it as much as you can, pressing your tits to it and rubbing them on its almost scalding-hot surface, moaning and sighing like a whore in ecstasy as you worship at the altar of your demonic father's immense prick.\n\nIt takes several hours of work for a small and insignificant creature such as yourself, but eventually you prove yourself worthy of the merest amount of Trigon's affections as he gives a loud grunt, the underside of his cock swelling noticeably before the tip begins fountaining with more cum than you ever imagined existed. It pours down over you, covering your body completely and just continuing to do so, submerging you in it as you're coated again and again, your body twitching and bucking with the intense pleasure of the demonic energy infusing it, your own cock adding its relatively miniscule gallon or so of jizz to the stuff covering you.\n\n"<b>Enjoy this infusion, child</b>," Trigon booms, the tone in his voice almost improving. "<b>A few million more like it, and you may be worthy to sit on a throne beside me</b>."\n\nTruly, no daughter has ever been beloved by a father as you are.\n\n<b>Rook</b> end - <i>Daddy's protege</i>

You adjust quickly to your new life as Baal's personal buttslut. Often in the mornings right after waking up she'll don a strapon (she has quite the collection) and pound away at your ass while you either bury your face in the pillow and mewl like a girl when you're on your knees, or bite your finger with your head turned aside and moan like a girl when you're on your back. Baal delights in playing up how girlish you've become after your assault by the tentacles, especially when she realizes it both humiliates you and turns you on. She dresses you in cute little tops, skirts, and thigh-high stockings, or occasionally has you do cosplay. Once she tries putting a pair of kitty ears on you, and after you whine pitiably in embarrassment and cum more often than you ever have in a night with her, she declares they're now a mandatory part of your wardrobe.\n\nWhenever you meet other people, Baal introduces you as "Cissie"... of course, you both know what she <i>really</i> means. Every so often she'll take you out to meet a guy, and you'll wind up bent over, your cute little panties pulled down just enough for the guy to plow your eager little asshole without ever knowing you're not a girl. (Though every so often Baal sends them some pictures afterwards. She laaaaughs.)\n\nEventually, when she's sure enough of her rituals that she figures she can save you if she gets it wrong, she sets out to recreate the effect that caused the thing that lives in the water tank to fuck you silly. After collecting several large jars of mascot cum, she tries smearing and injecting various amounts of it up your hot, eager asshole as you whimper like a slut. The first several tries lead to either it giving you a quick few thrusts and withdrawing or actually trying to make off with you. But the fifth time the two of you discover the right combination of an amount of mascot cum and you squeezing your ass to set it off on raping your whorish little hole. You're left in a drooling mess on the floor, with Baal frigging herself under her panties with one hand and holding a camera with the other.\n\nMore experiments are done... in the name of gathering knowledge, of course. Baal doesn't have you do it too often, she's noticed that it usually takes at least a week for you to regain your mental faculties after getting tentacle-fucked. Well, as much as you ever regained them after the initial encounter. She even eventually learns to apply some to your mouth so that it will fuck you there, too, giving you the complete hentai schoolgirl experience.\n\nYou feel abjectly humiliated every time Baal sticks a dog dong-shaped purple strapon up your ass, every time she makes you show her what panties you put on this morning, every time she sits with you and watches one of the videos of you getting tentacle raped, and of course every time she lubes up your ass with mascot cum so she can get herself off watching you get fucked brainless by the horror in the water tank.\n\nAnd you love every second of it.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Baal's tentacle-loving buttslut</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have worn your pants.|HaroldHorse9x1]]\n\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have talked to a different mascot.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have picked a different life path.|CharGenMain]]

Homura? That name doesn't sound very familiar to you. It sort of does in a vague way but you can't quite remember if it has any connection to Ranma 1/2 or not. Tapping the name to see if it brings up a bigger picture or more information, you instead find yourself being yanked forward and twisted to the side, disoriented by the sudden appearance of sunlight and birdsong as you continue the process your body was in of sitting down.\n\n"WAHA!"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/8ZwHdsd.jpg>\n\nThe high-pitched and rather cute noise comes out of your mouth as your apparently bare ass comes into contact with the cold metal of the pole. The shock makes you yank your legs back and flail your arms, sending you toppling into a heap to thud on the ground, your ankles still propped up on the pole. You've at least got a semi-decent view of your curvaceous, brown-skinned body clad in a dark school uniform, the skirt flopped up to show... oh, apparently you are wearing underwear. They're red, too, a... fundoshi, is that what it's called?\n\n"Uh... Homura?"\n\nYou blink and lift your head, looking up at a girl with long blonde hair staring down at you in concern. Clustered a bit back are a flat-faced girl with short green hair, what looks like a little girl with long black hair and an eye patch, and an even bustier blonde with shoulder-length hair, all of them wearing either similar uniforms or somewhat dilapidated street clothes. Oh hey, yeah, you kind of recognize these girls now, you've seen them posted around even if you didn't know what they were from... actually you mostly just see people referring to them as "titty ninjas".\n\n"Homura, are you okay? You, ah... you sort of fell over."\n\n"Fine, fine!" You manage to get your feet off of the bar and try to get up, and are a little surprised when you do a little half-flip that has you upright almost instantly (though your boobs jiggling so much when you do is weird). The others are still looking at you curiously though, and you find you're more easily putting together who they are and why they're there and it's all feeling very natural really and-\n\n"So what do we do?"\n\n"Eh?" You blink, then rub the back of your neck sheepishly. "Sorry, Yomi, I spaced out a little. What were you asking?"\n\nYomi sighs, shoulders slumping. "I said, we're in this new area and we're completely out of food, and everyone's threatened to behead me if I make dinner out of grass again. We need some actual food, but there isn't a single pair of coins to rub together between the lot of us."\n\n"We did have two, but Yomi and Mirai got into a fight over who should hold them and one slipped away and fell down the drain," Hikage adds in a flat tone.\n\n"I still say Mirai is small enough that if we'd oiled her up-"\n\n"Oil your head!"\n\n"Mm, still, what should we do, Homura?" Haruka asks, laying a hand along her cheek.\n\n"Ah, well..." You cup your chin, thinking. "I guess we'll have to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-get jobs."|Homura1x1]]\n\n[["-challenge a dojo."|Homura2x1]]\n\n[["-commit a daring crime."|Homura]]\n\n[["-whore ourselves out."|Homura]]\n\n[["-eat Mirai."|Homura]]

"Now, y'just tell me which of m'friends you'd like ta help with their problem! I'll try ta handle th' rest on m'own. There's m'neighbor <b>Candy</b>, her hubby <b>Buster</b>, m'dear an' only son <b>Harold</b>, and m'girlfriend <b>Elly</b>!"\n\n<i>(You can check out what the problem is and then come back to this page to look at the others. You won't be locked into a choice until you actually decide on a problem to help with.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[What's Candy's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Buster's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Harold's problem?|HerschelHorse3x1]]\n\n[[What's Elly's problem?|HerschelHorse4x1]]\n\n[[Hey, what about Dr. Frankenclowner?|HerschelHorse5x1]]

The statue (or statuette, you guess, since it's pretty small) is about the size of a long knife or something, and in fact shaped vaguely the same way. It's of a well-endowed woman with long, flowing hair, her legs together and pointed straight down, and her arms brought together below her large breasts and hands pressed together between them as if she were praying. It's not only looks to be solid gold and of a high quality design, it's got that faint shimmery look to it that you somehow figure has to mean it's magic. And on the practical side, it's stuck into the gold pile upright not to far away from the edge, so you don't have to get <i>too</i> close to the dragon to take it. \n\nYou edge over to the treasure pile, taking it nice and slow, then reach out to grasp the statuette around the middle. It's definitely heavy enough that you think it could be solid gold, and as you draw back you slip it into your bag with the rest of your spoils. Then, making sure you don't kick any of the treasure laying about and announce yourself like some fool of a Took, you do your best to hurry out of the cave and back the way you came.\n\nYou emerge with no problems, and take a moment to catch your breath. You make your way down into the woods surrounding the mountain, and are about halfway back to where you left your horse when you hear a loud, terrifying bellow of what sounds distinctly like outrage from behind you.\n\nUh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sprint for your horse!|EricMF]]\n\n[[Find somewhere to hide!|EricMF8x2]]

Somehow you just don't feel like you can outrun an angry dragon cross-country, especially since it can probably fly. You stop and look around desperately, then spot a large patch of tall weeds with sort of sickly yellow pods atop them for blooms. You thought you smelled something bad... you've seen patches of those near riverbanks and other similarly wet areas before, they're practically like a cross between stinkweed and some sort of mildewy mushroom, and smell worse than both together. But that's sort of what you need right now, so you dive right into the patch of them and worm your way in until you're fairly sure you're covered up.\n\nYou gag and almost puke at the overwhelming stench, but manage to keep yourself from vomiting and instead quiet yourself as you hear a great pumping, rushing noise overhead, the ground shaking lightly with the noise of an impact nearby. Soon you can see the dragon weaving slowly between the trees, shadows falling across its glittering iridescent scales, yellow eyes glowing in the dark of the night as it looks around. \n\n"Human." The dragon's voice is weirdly androgynous for how loud and booming it is, seeming to fill the whole woods. "I know you're around here somewhere. I have to hand it to you, you're smarter and more able than a lot of would-be thieves. But you happen to have taken something I'm fairly personally attached to, and I'm... unhappy."\n\nThe fact that a flickering of sort of pinkish-purple fire dances around the dragon's lips when it says 'unhappy' kind of gives a new meaning to the term "understatement".\n\n"Now, I could burn down this entire forest with you in it, but I don't want to risk damaging or losing the statue. So I'll make you a deal... come out and give it back. Not only will I spare your life, I'll let you keep the gold you've taken, and give you something else you'll certainly be able to use better. You have my word no harm will come to you... <i>if</i> you come out and return the statue."\n\n<hr>\n[[Make the trade.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|EricMF]]

Time to get back to a proper male body, you think with relief as you reach out and lay a hand on the chest of the male protagonist form.\n\nInstantly you find yourself wearing that form instead, and standing in a slightly dimly-lit room with several counters, a bar, and a number of tables. A rather lovely woman is standing in front of you, her shoulder-length auburn hair framing a pretty face with brown eyes, and her rather provocatively-cut dress showing off a pair of large breasts and a trim waist.\n\n<img src="images/GuildGirl1.jpg">\n\n"Here you go, Protag-kun," she says in a chipper tone, handing you an engraved metal card, then tucking her hand against her chest. "This card entitles you to take quests, fight in the combat arena, gather elite materials, and form parties. I'm so glad you've decided to join... after all, we need as many adventurers as we can, if we're ever going to defeat the Demon King!"\n\nAh, this must be the Adventurer's Guild, the starting point of the sim. Which means the various stuff she said are the quest hooks. Hm, should you follow up on one of those? Or just start sandboxing immediately? The text heavily implied you have plenty of abilities to do as you like with... the currently empty building and the cute girl are basically presenting you with a blatant opportunity to try out your abilities.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head out into the world.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Ask about quests.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Ask about the combat arena.|IseSimM1x1]]\n\n[[Ask about elite materials.|IseSimM2x1]]\n\n[[Ask about forming a party.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Use her to test abilities.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Hit on her.|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Rape her.|IseSimM]]

Really since the idea even entered your head, it's quickly grown stronger. In fact, as if to back up your idea, your suit unfolds away from the round bulge at your crotch, allowing your hardon to spring free and jut out ahead of you. Well! You guess that decides that!\n\nYou spend a few moments quietly searching around to find two things you figure you'll need. The first you find in the form of a particularly sturdy silk scarf that a few tugs on assures you won't be ripping any time soon. The other is a pair of her (obviously very pretty) panties from the drawer... and, y'know, while you're at it, you help yourself to some of those too. Then you sneak over to the bed, spending another moment judging how thoroughly she's asleep before carefully pulling the blankets off of her somnolent form.\n\nYour heart skips a few beats with excitement, and your cock gives a twitch, as you realize she's sleeping wearing the exact same lingerie as in the framed poster. Holy crap! Lucky~! You carefully get up onto the bed, using your supernatural agility and lightness to avoid shifting her around too much... until, of course, you start carefully moving her in her sleep. Luckily she's either a deep enough sleeper or has perhaps taken something, because by just moving slowly and gently, you're able to get her onto her back and raise her hands up without waking her, tying her wrists to the headboard.\n\nYou do notice though that her body is starting to react, even while she's still asleep... her breathing is coming a bit faster, and you notice the stiff nubs of her nipples now trying to poke through the elegant material of the bra. Too, a sweet, sort of thick scent is starting to fill the air... you're betting that from the way your own body instinctively reacts to it, your heart beating faster and your cock twitching again, that it's the smell of her arousal. Your tail lashes eagerly side-to-side as you realize that she really must be sufficiently pent-up that she's reacting like this to being tied up in her sleep. Or could it be something else? ... Well, no matter, it's obvious she's going to enjoy this!\n\nAs you give the scarf one last good tug to cinch it thoroughly tight, Lianna starts to stir, giving a soft 'mmf' and writhing a bit underneath you. Grinning, you take that as your cue, and shove the wadded-up pair of panties you took from her dresser into her mouth. <i>That</i> certainly brings her around quickly, and her pretty green eyes snap open, widening at the sight of you. Giggling and giving your ears a twitch (which does look like it briefly distracts her), you cheekily raise a finger to your lips to shush her... right before pulling down the front of her bra and letting her tits spill free.\n\n"Mmf! Mmmff!" Lianna protests as you start gently squeezing and toying with her tits, her body bucking and twisting as she finds her hands tied, but certainly not enough to actually dislodge you. In fact the way it makes her boobs wobble heavily against your hands is a nice bonus! Grinning, well, kittenishly up at her, you lower your head and flick your tongue across one of her stiff nipples, making her gasp through the panties-gag and then let out an involuntary moan as you wrap your mouth around the fullness of the nipple and start suckling.\n\nLianna continues to moan and protest through her gag, but her squirming is turning more sensual underneath you, and the smell of her arousal just keeps getting stronger. You tuck a hand down between her legs and press against the shiny, pretty red crotch of those panties, and feel them almost immediately get soaked and adhere to Lianna's pussy. Her hips jolt at your touch, a shiver running through her whole body as she lets out a low, half-despairing moan into the bunched-up panties stuffed in her mouth.\n\n"Mmmm, you like this, don't you?" you almost literally purr at her, your tail lashing excitedly behind you. You can see her blush even brighter at that, especially as you gently but deliberately writhe your slender, suit-clad form against her and let her feel the stiffness of your prick on her bare belly, leaving a little smear of pre in its wake. She lets out what's obviously an attempt at denial, but turns into another muffled moan at you sucking on her other nipple and gently dragging your teeth over it before giving it a firmer bite that makes her buck underneath you.\n\nOf course your patience can't last forever (even if you did have as much time as you wanted), so soon you pull aside the crotch of her panties, having to practically peel them off of her dripping pussy to do so. Lianna had settled into panting and moaning through her gag, and it takes her a second to realize what you're doing as you settle yourself into position, nudging your cockhead between her plumped-up pussylips. She shakes her head and tries to let out another plea for you to stop, but it turns into a rather obviously orgasmic if still-muffled cry as you thrust into her.\n\nYou take a moment to just savor the bliss of the mature, famous pussy squeezing and shuddering around your prick, and of Lianna writhing and twisting beneath you in humiliated pleasure. Then you haul her legs upward, half-pinning her before starting to thrust fast and hard, pounding her against the bed and venting every bit of desire you've ever felt while looking at her lingerie ads. Lianna's eyes roll, her moans and whimpers through the wadded-up panties in her mouth gradually turning more and more blatantly pleasured, the mature, pretty mother and lingerie model very clearly enjoying every second of being raped by your throbbing catboy prick. Which of course only encourages you, your hips working faster as you try to fuck her right into the mattress, your tail bobbing and weaving in the air to add all the extra force to your thrusts as you can. You find yourself letting out particularly smug (but cute) "Myaa" and "Mrah!" noises, but frankly you feel too good to care.\n\nYou're fairly certainly Lianna cums at least five times from you raping her, her body long since having given up any hints of resistance, her legs instead wrapped around you with slutty eagerness and urging you to fuck her even more. Her brain has just as clearly surrendered to her body's whorish desires, her eyes rolled up and her moans coming out no longer pleading with you to stop but obviously urging you to fuck her more. Frankly you're surprised that you've lasted so long, but then, Dr. Life did tell you that you'd have increased stamina and control~! Still, seeing her cum her brains out for a sixth time as you forcefuck her is too much, and with an exultant "Myaaaa!" you thrust forward and empty your balls into her married pussy, the lingerie model writhing eagerly beneath you as her proven-breedable cunt squeezes every last drop out of you.\n\nAfter a few moments you pull out and sit up, releasing her legs, and examining your work. Lianna looks barely conscious, her face flushed and pretty crimson hair sweaty, her eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. Obviously the rest of her is sweaty as well, her bared tits heaving with her breathing. Her legs are spread thoughtlessly, showing off her pussy gaping open a bit and dripping with the creampie you just gave her.\n\nImpulsively, you pull out your phone and snap a few pictures, Lianna not even seeming to notice. After a bit more consideration, you loosen and then tug off the scarf... much as you thought, Lianna's too out of it to notice immediately that she's been freed, and you're able to snap another few pictures of her untied, and just laying there looking well-fucked, the improvised gag not visible. Grinning, you will your suit closed and then scamper off the bed, grabbing up your pack and then scurrying out of the room to make your escape.\n\nYour body feels particularly light as you do... well, not too surprising. You just raped a cover model and she loved every second of it~! Maybe this being a supervillain thing will work out! \n\nStill, best not to get too carried-away. You make sure to follow your plans to loop around, pause multiple times, and make sure you're not followed back to your temporary lair... man, you definitely need a better supervillain lair than a cheap motel room. But what you got tonight should go a long way towards solving that! you think once you're safely inside and can go through your loot. Plenty of money, jewelry, what are obviously some important papers you could sell... oh, and of course some of Lianna's panties~!\n\nYou lift a pair to your nose and inhale. Ah~... well, obviously they were clean out of the dresser so they're not going to smell <i>too</i> much like her, but they still smell of clean satin and some of the same soaps she uses. Plus her scent has clung to them a little... it seemed like it was everywhere in the room by then. Mmm, damn... you really didn't expect her to <i>love</i> it so much, you muse, starting to get hard again. But for further proof, you take out your phone and look at the photos you took of Lianna Guyer, fucked into a rather satisfied-looking stupor. She definitely started reacting to you early on... made it a lot of fun! Mm... what to do now...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Blackmail Lianna.|PalCat3x1]]\n\n[[Plan to visit again.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Pick a new target.|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Try on some of the panties.|PalCat2x2]]

Well... you are all alone in your very own room, after all...\n\nBlushing, you shrug out of your jacket and retract your suit, leaving it as just the collar. You spend another few moments looking down at the pretty, brilliant blue satin panties in your hand, before bending down and slipping them over your feet, stepping into them and pulling them up.\n\nOf course, being sized for Lianna's motherly but perfect hips and ass, they're entirely loose on you, not coming anywhere close to fitting... but that does leave them plenty of room to drape around your stiff prick. Flopping to lay on the bed, blushing at the feel of the satin against your ass and balls, you press it more firmly around your prick as you wrap a hand around it, starting to stroke slowly.\n\n"Myaaaaa," you almost breathe happily. Oh wow, this feels good... and you can't help but think it looks good, too, you muse with a blushing glance down. As you close your eyes and lean your head back, concentrating on the feel of stroking yourself, you can't help but start to picture yourself in more pretty lingerie... maybe you could find some things from Lianna's line fitted for a pretty boy, you think with a giggle as you jerk yourself into the gleaming cobalt satin, your tail flicking back and forth between your thighs.\n\n"My my, you look like you're enjoying yourself."\n\nYou yelp loudly and scramble backwards, your face going brick red. It takes a moment before you think to grab the blanket and haul it over your lower half, hiding your hardon still jutting out against the pretty blue panties you're wearing. "D-Dr. Life!"\n\n"You're still wearing your mask, you know," she notes teasingly, folding her arms under her immense breasts.\n\n"... um..." you murmur, squirming. You might not feel as embarrassed if your cock weren't getting even harder with her here. "W-what are you doing here?"\n\n"Well I'd been monitoring your physical stats to see how your augmentation performed... obviously," she adds at your slightly shocked look. "I should have remembered that sexual arousal tends to activate secondary augmentations fairly often. It looks like yours has kicked your pheremones into overdrive."\n\n"Pheremones?" you echo a bit stupidly.\n\n"Mm-hmm. As appropriate for a 'tomcat', perhaps," Dr. Life says dryly. "It would appear you can put females into heat. Well probably not just females, my preliminary readings indicate your pheremones are very broadly effective. There's my own personal experience as well," she adds, glancing down.\n\nThat prompts you to finally glance down as well, and your eyes widen. Dr. Life's loincloth has lifted up in front, and is now draped over the very obvious form of a large and imposing cock! Much longer and thicker than yours, even with the extra added length and girth you gained after the augmentation! Apparently smug from the staring you're doing, Dr. Life reaches down and wraps a hand around her gold-draped prick, giving it a squeeze but not yet revealing it.\n\n"Though some of this is from checking the video from your mask and rather enjoying your work," she adds in a coo. "And some of it's from seeing you in those cute panties. I think this calls for some hands-on research, in fact... why don't you be a good little slutty catgirl and crawl over here on all fours, put that mouth to work?" she urges.\n\n<hr>\n[[What no!|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Yes mistress...|PalCat]]

"Like that is fine, I think I did a perfectly good job on it already."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, you and your big-titted birthing-hipped blondes," Jake chuckles, shaking his head again. He gives you another glance. "What about the personality?"\n\nYou feel fear race through you and try to scream a protest, but again realize you can't do so much as change your facial expression without their permission. You can only continue to stand there, your naked, female body on display as Del looks at you thoughtfully again.\n\n<hr>\n([["Cheerful and brainless."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Calm and compliant."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Personality is overrated."|Digitizer1x9]])

"Eh, she doesn't really need a personality, does she?" Del decides, starting to type on the laptop's keyboard. "Let's just wipe it and upload what we want to use it for."\n\nYou feel fear and desperation grip you entirely before you can feel your mind being steadily wiped away. Memories begin to go, your last birthday, your first kiss, all the things that led up to you running away from home, gone the moment you begin to think about them. Your ability to do math, or read, similarly deemed unnecessary. At the same time you can feel other things taking their place... how to give blowjobs, how to deepthroat, the best way to work a cock when it's deep inside your ass, how to work your tits around in a man's lap.\n\nEventually event he fear and despair are wiped away, and you feel absolutely nothing as you stare blankly out at the two men in the real world. Eric has ceased to exist. You are just a thing, a sex doll. Del hasn't even bothered to give you a name, simply programming you to respond to various monikers like "slut", "whore", "cunt", and so on.\n\n"Make a few minor changes to the body, aaaand done," Del announces, hitting enter and causing you to rematerialize standing in front of them. Del grins at you and swings the platform of the laptop away. "Slut, get over here and suck my dick."\n\n"Yes master," you respond in monotone, walking over to him, your blank expression unchanging. You kneel down in front of him, eyes fixed directly ahead as you unbutton his fly and fish out his hard cock. Your gaze never changes or waivers as you lean forward, dragging your tongue up and down its length several times and then swirling it around the cockhead, before sliding your mouth down over it, swallowing it effortlessly into your throat, your gag reflex gone as if it were never there.\n\n"Man, its facehole is awesome," Del says cheerfully as he rests a hand on the back of your head. "I think those tweaks we made to the blowjob program really improved things. You wanna fuck one of its other holes?"\n\n"Yeah, why not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Digitizer1x10]]

Shrugging, you scrawl your name on the paper and hand it back to the smiling employee. He goes along the line collecting the rest, and you're ushered up to an entrance area. Your group of about a dozen mills around waiting, and you take stock of them. It's almost all guys in their twenties and thirties, except for one girl. She looks like she's probably about a year older than you, average build, glasses, Herschel the Horse t-shirt. You think she's kind of cute, and you're just starting to muster up the courage to talk to her when the light over the door flashes green and the door slides aside.\n\nYour group files through in some semblance of order, entering a large room. There's not much in it except for a lot of standing room, a really huge screen with what looks like the starfield screensaver running on it, and some big doohickey on a robot arm that looks like a high-tech telescope with a fancier lens. Well, there's also a park employee sitting in a chair, a laptop on a swivel arm connected to the chair so that it rests in front of him.\n\n"Welcome, guests! I am Dr. Imagine, and I'm here today to demonstrate the latest breakthrough in computer generated imagery! The Digitizer can automatically scan any individual to create a manipulatable computer representation of them! This will of course make alterations to actors for films such as Ghost Rider or The Hulk, for example, much much easier. It's as simple as pointing the digitizer at someone, scanning them, and then manipulating the model on my computer here. Now, who wants to be our first volunteer for the demonstration?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer to get Digitized.|Digitizer1x2]]\n\n([[One of the guys gets Digitized.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[The girl gets Digitized.|Digitizer]])

You always wanted to be part of one of these sorts of things, you've heard they're really fun. You quickly raise your hand and even lift up a bit on your toes. You have to resist the urge to start hopping up and down and waving your hand to make yourself stand out even more.\n\n"Yes, you sir, young man. Please step forward and tell us your name."\n\nYou step out of the crowd and turn so that you're sort of facing both him and the rest of the group. "Eric."\n\n"Well, Eric, just let me aim the Digitizer and we'll get started!" Dr. Imagine (cute name, totally) types on his laptop, and you hear the robot arm moving behind you. Then there's an electronic whirring sound, and then a high-pitched whine before you're distinctly aware of being reduced to your component molecules and energy and pulled along somewhere very fast.\n\nYou're suddenly standing, feet together and arms at your sides, staring out at the shocked-looking group of people. You realize that from this position, you must be in front of the large screen... no, wait, you're <i>in</i> the large screen. You can vaguely make out that there's a black expanse around you, but only just... you're unable to move at all, your entire body still and frozen. You can't even change facial expressions!\n\n"Now, once we have someone in the computer, we can make all the changes we need to, and then either have them take programmed actions or rematerialize them. Imagine the possibilities of Eric Bana actually running around the set as the Hulk! It would certainly help the other actors get into character!" Dr. Imagine says cheerfully. The group actually laughs a bit, apparently getting over their shock fairly quickly. "We'll just go ahead and remove his clothes, while we're at it, they'll only get in the way," he adds, making a few keystrokes.\n\nYou feel your clothes abruptly vanish off your body, leaving your lean teenage body and soft cock on display for the entire group to stare at. You feel embarrassed, humiliated, and rather frightened, but you can't so much as blush.\n\n"Now, let's take some suggestions from the group on how we should alter Eric," Dr. Imagine says, turning to face the group. After a rather brief hesitation, people begin calling things out, the suggestions getting more fervent and more creative the longer they're allowed to go on.\n\n<hr>\n([["Make his cock bigger!"|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Turn him into a girl!"|Digitizer1x3]])

"Turn him into a girl!" more than a few of the guys shout out.\n\n"One of the more popular suggestions," Dr. Imagine acknowledges cheerfully. "Let's get started! Ah, but first, let's decide what <i>kind</i> of girl to turn him into, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n([["A normal girl!"|Digitizer5x1]])\n\n([["A slut!"|Digitizer1x4]])\n\n([["A totally ridiculous slut!"|Digitizer]])\n\n([["A catgirl!"|Digitizer]])

"Another popular choice," Dr. Imagine says with a snicker. "Let's get started then, shall we?"\n\nHe begins typing, and you can feel your body changing. Your cock shrinks into your groin and disappears, replaced by pudgy pussylips between your legs. You grow taller, your body packing on a layer of padding that gives you a sleek look. Your hips curve and your ass rounds out. Your chest begins to swell, steadily rounding out into big globe-shaped tits that get larger and heavier by the moment.\n\n"I notice a number of you are sporting erections," Dr. Imagine says, grinning at the group. You too can see the bulges in the pants of the male group members, some of them shifting nervously as they're called out. "Don't worry, quite normal during these presentations. Feel free to take them out, we have cleaners come through after each group anyway."\n\nSome of the male group members immediately do so, and after that encouragement it's not long before all ten of them are stroking their cocks as they watch your body fill out into a tall, curvy woman made for fucking. You can even feel your hair growing, falling in gentle waves down your neck and curling around your bare shoulders, what you can see out of the corner of your eye turning blonde.\n\n"And there you have it, one skinny teenage boy turned into one E-cup adult slut!" The labcoated man at the computer laughs a bit, then considers, apparently trying to decide where to take the presentation next.\n\n<hr>\n([[He rematerializes you as you are.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[He Digitizes one of the men to join you.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[He closes your file and moves on without you.|Digitizer1x5]])

"In any event, let's move on, shall we? We'll just save this file for later editing," he adds cheerfully, clicking something on his laptop.\n\nSuddenly you can no longer see the group or the room. In fact you can't really see, or feel, anything. You exist in a strange bodyless, timeless void. You panic for awhile... you're not sure how long... before you calm yourself down and try to think rationally. He said he was saving your file. He must have closed it. That means you're currently not really running, you just... exist somewhere on some hard drive as a bunch of data that's not currently being accessed.\n\nYou're amazed that you actually have consciousness this way. You wonder if they knew that would happen. But then, of course, you turn your mind to more pressing (you assume) matters: what will happen when they reopen your file. These guys are scary uncaring about fooling around with your body, and maybe your mind. You doubt they'll be any more uncaring when your file is reloaded into the alteration program.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here! Try to escape!|Digitizer10x1]]\n\n[[Escape is impossible.|Digitizer1x6]]

You despair as you decide there's really nothing you can do. You're just a bodiless bunch of data on storage medium. You're a computer file. Computer files can't just decide to go wandering off into other directories. (Though you've sometimes wondered, when you were looking for one yourself.) So you resign yourself to your fate, simply hoping that maybe once you're out they'll restore you.\n\nSince there's no sense of time passing, you're not sure how long it is, but suddenly you can feel your motionless (albeit still female) body again and see the Digitizer room in front of you.\n\n"Dammit, Del, you left one of the guests in the computer again!" a labcoated employee says in exasperation, shaking his head as he looks at you.\n\n"Eh, I meant to get it out at the end of the presentation but I forgot," the man you knew as Dr. Imagine says carelessly, shrugging. "What's the big deal, anyway? It became Worldland property when it signed the form and was turned into data on our servers."\n\n"Yeah, but Constance will gripe about it anyway, you do this way too often." The other employee (you can just make out a nametag that reads "Jake") shakes his head ruefully. "Well, what should we do now?"\n\nDel ponders that, rubbing his chin as he looks at you.\n\n<hr>\n([["Let's keep it, we could use another peon around here."|Digitizer1x7]])\n\n([["Let's experiment with how far we can take the program."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Let's turn it into someone else before we set it free."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Eh, you're right, better set it back to default."|Digitizer]])

"Well, it's our property now, we may as well keep it," Del says, sliding into his chair and starting to type at the laptop.\n\n"Fine, but if Constance wants to lecture someone, it's all on you."\n\n"Hey, do you wanna help pick out what to do to it, or do you just wanna gripe?"\n\n"Okay, okay, fine. Guess the first thing we'd better decide is whether to keep her, er, it like that or make some other changes," Jake says, leaning against the back of the chair and glancing towards you.\n\n<hr>\n([["Like that is fine."|Digitizer1x8]])\n\n([["Let's change its race."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Let's change its features."|Digitizer]])

"Um." You blink several times. You are absolutely not sure what's going on, other than that you suddenly actually seem to be in the climax of a very stereotypically-written movie. "I mean... no, I should?" you offer, not doing that great a job of sounding sincere.\n\n"No, no, Eric." The science man reaches a hand out to rest on your shoulder, still doing a picture perfect performance even if your own wasn't exactly enthusiastic. "Your strain of the X-Bacterium means you'll be vital in replenishing the world's diminished population. It <i>has</i> to be me. Just... just tell my wife and daughter that I love them." He walks over to the edge of the platform, turning to look back at you, then slowly toppling backwards and plummeting into the pit. It's actually kind of amazing, dramatic, heartfelt music comes out of nowhere, there's a slow-mo as he tilts backwards, you somehow get an extremely good view of the expression on his face, before he's gone.\n\nYou stand there for several moments, glance around, then shrug and follow the walkway over towards a door. It slides open and you find yourself walking directly outside, into a cheering crowd that also goes into slow-mo as they jump around and party, everything going muted except for the dramatic music as you walk along in a bit of a daze, being approached by several people in uniforms, who at first look elated, then solemn as they see that you're alone. Then you're suddenly in the back of a car being driven through the suburbs, pulling up to a particular house. ... Wow, this is <i>super</i> weird! You actually do seem to be experiencing a movie from the inside, but it's still very... movie-ish.\n\nYou're not sure what else to do but to keep going with the flow, so you get out of the car and make your way up the front walk, the door opening up ahead of you. Two women are waiting there for you, both brunettes, the older one waaaay out of the science dude's league, and the daughter who looks vaguely kind of sort of like her but also absolutely nothing like either of her parents and also seems to be in her late twenties but also shorter than the other woman so she's probably supposed to be your age.\n\n"Eric! Where's..." The older woman's eyes widen as she dramatically whispers. "Where's Donovan?!"\n\n"Um." You follow them both inside, where you sit down on the couch because it seems the thing to do... probably makes it easier for the camera guy to stage the reaction shots of them or something. "He... sacrificed himself for the world. He said that my strain of the X-Bacterium was too important, so he jumped into the... reactor to save everyone."\n\n"Oh Dad," the 'teenager' sniffles, wiping a finger visibly under her eye.\n\n"No... no tears, dear," the mother says in a strong, inspirational voice, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder and gazing off into the distance in pride. "Your father was a hero. His work with the X-Bacterium has saved us twice over. Both by allowing him to sacrifice himself to stop the aliens, and by giving Eric the ability to help us repopulate the planet. I can think of no better way to honor his memory than to start doing so immediately."\n\nThe daughter gives another dramatic sniff and wiping of tears you can't actually see. "You're right, Mom. You're right. Dad would want us to get started on reviving the human race immediately. To honor him."\n\n"Er." You're a little weirded by the turn the conversation has taken, but that's nothing to when both women immediately pull their sweaters up and off to toss them aside, revealing two pairs of bra-clad breasts that are clearly the work of the very best surgeons California has to offer. You open and close your mouth in a bit of shock as the mother's pants and daughter's jeans quickly follow, their underwear quickly removed as well before they both kneel in front of you. You squirm as their hands rub over your inner thighs and your crotch.\n\n"It's up to you to be the father of the new human race, Eric," Donovan's wife coos as she unzips your pants and hauls them and your underwear down, your by now very stiff prick springing free and flopping against your belly. It... looks bigger than it used to, your balls seeming rather more full and heavy too, and you give a gasp as Donovan's daughter leans in to start nuzzling and sucking at them. "Really, the only way to properly honor his legacy is to knock the two of us up as soon as possible. In the interests of the greater good, of course," she adds right before sliding her mouth over the head of your cock and bobbing her head up and down, professionally-painted lips sliding along your shaft as her tongue works you.\n\nYou shudder, moaning aloud as the mother and daughter duo start working your cock and balls with the camera-ready skill of porn stars. The mother slips her mouth up and off your dick to kiss and suck along the sides of the shaft, her daughter moving up to take her place sucking on the head and slipping down the shaft, both of them rubbing and stroking your now bare thighs with their hands, occasionally slipping up under your shirt to rub at your belly and sides. You slump back against the couch, panting and leaning your head back to close your eyes, then looking down at the two of them, both unashamedly looking up at your face as they orally worship your prick and sack in apparent memory of their five-minutes-departed husband and father. They don't seem entirely shy about letting their tongues and lips brush against each other's either as they work you over either, several times practically frenching around the head of your cock.\n\nSoon Donovan's wife is turning and moving onto all fours, lifting her full, bare ass towards you and giving it a little shake, showing off her wet pussy like an animal in heat wanting to be bred. Still in a bit of a haze you oblige, the recent widow moaning as you push your throbbing prick into her dripping cunt, sounding nothing but eager as you grab her waist and begin slamming in hard and fast, your hips slapping against her asscheeks and making them jiggle. "Oh, oh yes, yes, yes Eric, knock me up, it's what Donovan would have wanted!" she cries out as her daughter presses up against your back, perfect fake tits pillowing against your skin as she licks and kisses at your neck while you're railing her mother. "My wonderful, heroic husband would be so happy knowing you're putting the first of dozens of babies in me!" she gushes, fucking back against you lewdly despite her high-minded talk, obviously eager to take every single millimeter of your enhanced cock. Of course with all that talk, it's not long before you're moaning and thrusting deep into her, her body writhing and pussy squeezing around you as she moans happily. "Yes, yes, knock me up for my husband's memory, mmmm getting pregnant for the sake of the human race feels sooooo good!"\n\nYou're panting as you pull out, but your cock hasn't lost a bit of hardness, which Donovan's daughter apparently realizes as she moves to lay on her back, grabbing her legs and pulling them forward until they frame her tits, showing off her own wet, expertly-trimmed pussy to you. With little hesitation you move into a full mating press above her, letting your body rest on hers and again feeling those expertly-done implants pressing against you as you do your best to drive her into the floor with your dick. You gasp out as her mother moves in behind you, reverently starting to tongue your asshole... presumably in thanks for you saving humanity and in memory of her husband as you knock up their daughter, you suppose.\n\nYou wonder just how many other people are going to be this grateful?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|XAlien1xEnd]]

If you're honest with yourself you're kind of hoping maybe some other people will leave behind popcorn or something you can snag for yourself after they walk out of the theater. You take the ticket and head for the numbered theater, pausing just outside to slip on your 5D glasses before stepping through the door.\n\nYou suddenly find yourself standing on the very edge of some sort of walkway made of shiny chrome, close enough that you stagger and almost fall forward. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of and below you... a seemingly bottomless pit writhing with slimy pink tentacles all along the sides. Before you can fall, a hand snags the back of your shirt and pulls you back to safety, leaving you to turn and stare at the bespectacled, stereotypically intellinerd man beside you.\n\n"Easy there! Whoever goes into the TentaReactor is never coming out!" He pauses, leaning forward and looking into the pit, then staring at you gravely. "... But it's the only way. Both of us have had the X-Bacterium introduced into our cells... once that's introduced to the reactor, all the aliens' technology will stop responding to them. They'll be helpless against our counterattack, and Earth will be saved. So... one of us has to go."\n\nHe takes a long, significant pause, then gives a perfect for-the-camera sad smile. "It... it should be me. After all, what do I have to live for? Just a wife and daughter and my nearly complete research into curing various diseases. The world... won't miss me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, uh... don't... go?|XAlien]]\n\n[[Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... 'kay?|XAlien1x2]]

Honestly, if you're going to wind up all on your lonesome, you might as well head back to school, at least there you can hang out with Julian and Deacon. Writing up a note to leave for your family (and reminding yourself not to make it sound bitter), you fix yourself a quick sandwich and eat it while waiting for the cab you called for.\n\nSoon you're walking through the dark, empty hallways of the school building. You'd think that since you essentially live here, it would lessen that weird, somewhat exciting feeling of "being in a school at night", but nope. Even though you had to show your ID to the guard out front and were promptly let in (and of course pre-scolded against doing anything but going right to your room), there's still that bit of feeling of being somewhere you're not supposed to be and doing something you're not supposed to do, even though all you're actually doing is heading back to your room as cautioned. It's a bit of an odd thrill and has perked yourself up after the disappointing return home, you can only hope Julian and Deacon's pleased greeting of you will make that even better.\n\n"...ᵘⁿʰ, ᵘⁿʰ, ⁿⁿᶠ..."\n\nYou blink at the very distant noises as you approach your room. Hey, that sounds like Julian... grunting? Oh geez, did he and Deacon actually get into some sort of all-out fight? You thought they were way past any actual animosity, and you never figured either of them for the sort to use their fists anyhow. Of course, as you get closer, you realize those are definitely not grunts of combat. They're more like... ahem, like Julian is probably enjoying having the room to himself. Okay, fine, you'll wait a bit and come in later, but dang dude close the door completely, huh? Looks like it got left open a sliver... you step up, intending to carefully close it for him and trying to ignore the sounds, when you realize two things. One, the sounds are not quite right for someone jerking off. And the little bit of motion you catch through the slit of the door is not right for that either, and before you've even really thought about it you're leaning in to peek through.\n\nAnd that... yeah that is definitely Deacon and Julian fucking. Your face heats at the sight of Julian laying flat on his belly on the bed, his grunting and moaning muffled somewhat by the bit of pillow clamped between his teeth, his ears partially laying down to the sides, bits of sheet twisted in his hands. Deacon, on top of him, is barely making a sound, probably because he's got his teeth gritted and eyes closed, as if focusing on putting every bit of energy in his sleek, sweat-gleaming body into pounding his cock into the catboy's ass.\n\n'That's so stereotypical,' the snarkiest part of your brain quips while the rest of you is still staring slack-jawed. 'Boys at boarding school turning to gay sex? Why not throw in girls at a sleepover having a lingerie pillowfight and then practising kissiMMF!' The snark part of your brain is quickly smothered with a pillow by the rest of you that's trying to come up with an actually useful response to this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go in.|RunMS]]\n\n[[Watch.|RunMS]]\n\n[[Leave.|RunMS]]

Not that she doesn't already have a particularly nice pair as it is, but since you're in a simulated world obviously you can go nuts, right? Besides, toying with the proud 'I'm a guy!'-spouting martial artist by messing with her tits sounds particularly fun. ... Actually...\n\nClosing the menu, you announce, "But hey, listen, forget about being splashed, I've got some good news!"\n\n"Huh? What sorta good news?" Ranma asks in return, eyeing you suspiciously. Not that you blame her, since from what you remember of the series good news for her was usually in short supply.\n\n"I met some old guy peddling stuff, and he said he had some potions that would break curses, so I went ahead and bought 'em. You want one?"\n\n"WHAT?! Seriously?! Of course I want one, gimme gimme gimme!" the redhead instantly blurts, reaching grasping hands towards you as a look of covetous delight comes over her face.\n\nYou pop the menu back open, freezing her like that and snickering at the sight. Now this is extra good... you can hand one of the breast augmentations potions to Ranma and she'll take it herself, thinking it will cure her curse! Oh Eric, you cad you! you think to yourself as you resume looking through the menu.\n\n[[Sensititsity|RanDeb]] - A potion that will apparently make a girl's breasts much more sensitive... but only to pleasure. From the description it sounds like it will enhance their pleasure-sensitivity enough that just a bit of squeezing and rubbing can make a girl cum just from having her boobs played with.\n\n[[Embiggener|RanDeb]] - About what you'd expect, a breast growth potion. It also notes that it will cause an increase in pleasurable sensations and libido, though not as much as the Sensititsity potion (and it says it caps out after a certain point).\n\n[[Mega Milk|RanDeb]] - Also about what you'd expect from this sort of thing, a potion that will cause the imbiber to start lactating... heavily. And find it very pleasurable to be milked, which they will obviously not be able to do themselves.\n\n[[Force Multi-oppai-er|RanDeb]] - Now there's an interesting one... apparently it has a muted version of both Sensititsity and Embiggener, but its main effect is... to give the imbiber another pair of tits. Apparently one extra pair of boobs per dose.\n\nOf course you could go Full Extra and just put [[one of each|RanDeb]] into one big bottle...

Tapping the 'Enhancements' header, you see that it drills down to a lot of other headings as usual. Though there are several that immediately catch your eye as the most potential for fun...\n\n[[Breast Enhancements|RanDeb7x2]]

Giving in to temptation, you pull open one of the drawers of the dresser. The middle one yields some surprisingly normal T-shirts, and the bottom drawer an assortment of socks. Well, apparently she doesn't wear that costume <i>all</i> the time. The top drawer yields what you were secretly hoping to find, though... underwear. Lots of lacy, satiny, silky bras and panties, mostly in different shades of blue and white, but the occasional red and black too. Your cock stiffens almost painfully as you slide your fingers through the soft tumble of delicate garments, imagining how Jasmine would look in each one.\n\nYour questing fingers bump against something firmer below a pile of panties, and you blink, drawing out first one object and then another. The first is probably some accessory that Jasmine dumped in there without really thinking, you figure... it's a recreation of Genie's lamp. The second is, well, what you might have expected to find in a girl's underwear drawer... a dildo. A big pink one, to be precise, in the general outline of a man's cock but without a lot of details. Obviously, the pretty princess has needs too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mess with the lamp.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Jerk off with some panties.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wear some panties.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Use the dildo.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

It's kind of wild to think of this thing turning an entire human person into a miniature toy, you kind of wanna do that just to see what happens. It's especially interesting if she winds up still aware once the procedure is complete... well, you think so anyway.\n\nTapping the selection for Minifigs, it brings up a new set of options... still no descriptions, but you can figure out what they mean in a general way just from the names.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bambie Doll|RanDoll]]\n\n[[Figmo|RanDoll]]\n\n[[Plastic Waifu|RanDoll]]

<<set $ranma_used to "true">>"Hm, send Ranma over as a male," you decide.\n\n"Of course, my Lord, right away."\n\nYou pass the tablet to Baru again and wait. It really is only a minute or so later when part of the floor opens up and a section bearing Ranma on it rises back into place and locks in. His feet are encased in metal locks, a bar running from them up to the restraints similarly encasing his hands... looks like they wanted to be pretty thorough with him. He's struggling, tugging and yanking at the unyielding bar, making his bare limp cock jiggle and his balls sway some with his motions but not otherwise doing much. "Hey, lemme go, you freak!" he snaps at you the moment he realizes he's in a new location.\n\n"Hey, is that any way to talk to your cousin?" you ask with a smirk.\n\n"Wha... <i>Eric</i>?! Dude, what are you doing looking like... that?!" he demands, then shakes his head. "Whatever, c'mon, get me out of these and let's get out of here!"\n\n"Afraid not. See, I've been with these guys all along," you explain, watching his eyes go wide. "You got tricked pretty hard, dude. Not like it was difficult or anything."\n\n"You... you <i>jerk</i>!" he spits angrily.\n\n"Whoa, careful there, might break the dub's family-friendly dialog amidst all the nudity and violence if you get much angrier. But nevermind that, there's lots of fun things in store for you..."\n\n"F-fun things? Hey, what the heck're you talkin' about?!"\n\nLargely ignoring him for the moment, you consider your options.\n\n<hr>\n[[The Genochamber.|TriRanmaMGC]]<<if $akane_used is "false">>[[The Alteray.|TriRanmaMAR]]<<endif>>\n\n[[Repurposing.|TriRanmaMSlaveStart]]\n\n[[Break him.|TRRanmaMRape]]\n\n[[Call in the men.|TRRanmaMGB]]

"I bet the dog kennel would have one," you suggest, pointing towards the building with its series of large cages and the attendant sign.\n\n"How d'ya figure?" Sandy asks even as she starts following along after you towards it.\n\n"If somebody got bitten or something, they could be too hurt to walk a long ways, they'd need an intercom to call for help," you explain.\n\n"Oh, that sounds about right."\n\nYou poke your head in through the doorless entryway of the concrete building. "Hello?" There's no answer, either of a human voice or dogs barking. You slowly make your way inside. It looks pretty much like the inside of the dog kennels you saw at the dog pound once, just... lots cleaner, pretty much pristine. The inside parts of the cages are the same glistening concrete as the floor out here, though there are already bowls and beds in some of them, apparently waiting for inhabitants.\n\n"I don't see an intercom," you admit after a minute or two of looking around.\n\n"Yeah, but look," Sandy says, pointing at one of the tables, where a pair of think black leather dog collars with blank tags are sitting. She reaches out to pick one up and waggles it back and forth. "These are pretty quality, right? So they probably didn't just leave them here, tags and all, I bet someone was here just now and is coming back!"\n\n"Yeah, or they forgot them last week," you reply dryly, reaching out to pick the other one up to look at it to see if you can judge if it's been sitting out for awhile. Then you hear a yelp and look up, blinking at the sight of Sandy wearing the collar. "Hey, what're you doing, why'd you put it on?"\n\n"I <i>didn't</i>!" she yelps, raising both hands to tug at it and fumble at the fastener to no avail.\n\nYou're about to ask how it got on her neck then, when you feel a sudden weight around your own neck and lack of one in your hand. You gawk at your empty hand, then reach up to feel your neck, touching leather and chrome. You turn back to Sandy, starting to say something, only to stare as you watch her name etch itself slowly into the metal of the bouncing tag on the front of the collar. As the bottom stroke of the 'Y' finishes, she hesitates, then drops her hands, looking confused.\n\n"Was I just... upset about something...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't think so.|RunFarm2M4x2]]

"I... don't think so," you answer, feeling briefly confused yourself, then shrugging, the metal tag of your collar brushing against your skin.\n\n"Oh." Sandy considers for a moment, then scratches at her chest a bit. "Maybe it's these dumb <i>clothes</i>. They're itchy and uncomfortable."\n\n"Yeah, they kinda are," you agree, already starting to pull off your shirts, baring your rather skinny chest.\n\nSeeing you fixing the problem, Sandy brightens and quickly unbuttons her jeans, shoving them and the plain white panties she's wearing under them down, wiggling her sneakers and socks off when she gets down to her feet. She straightens up and stretches upward, lifting on her toes exuberantly at not being bound below the waist anymore, her shirts pulling up to reveal her lightly fuzzy pussy. Then as you're ditching your own jeans in a similar way, seven inch cock flopping free, she squirms and wriggles out of her shirts, A-cup breasts barely jiggling as she shimmies around to get her arms out of them easier.\n\nYou both give sighs of relief as you get rid of the stupid stuff someone made you wear, now in just your collar as you should be. You glance around at the place around you, then open up one of the cages and pad inside, your bare feet thumping on the polished concrete.\n\n"Hey, whatcha doin'?" Sandy asks, following along after you curiously.\n\n"There's water in here, I'm thirsty." You kneel down in front of the weighted-bottomed silver bowl and bend your elbows, sucking at the surface of the water and licking at it to see if that helps. Your cock and balls dangle down between your legs, practically aimed at the cute girl with you, but you don't give that a second thought.\n\n"Oh. Oh, hey, food too!" She practically squeals, spotting a green-tinted bowl filled with wet dog food. Was that before? Well, it's the right place for it to be, anyway. Without any apparent second thoughts, she gets down on all fours as well, digging her face messily into the canned processed meat, gooey "gravy" getting on her cheeks.\n\nYou finish your drink and raise up, looking over. You stare at her waggling brown butt, trim buttcheeks not really hiding her rear pucker, and nothing at all hiding the pink of her slit. Your cock stiffens almost immediately, jutting forward beneath your belly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to fuck that bitch.|RunFarm2M4x3]]

You do your best to think things over logically, despite your lower body having very enthusiastic opinions on the subject. Despite its bias, you can actually see a lot of benefit to the offer... this is a strange world, and obviously dangerous, and if your stumbling on that alarm and having to so desperately flee yesterday has proven anything it's that you're not really prepared for it. Here you'd at least have food and shelter and a lot of very big women heavily invested in protecting your life... and, y'know, if what they want in return is for you to <i>breed</i> them, you guess that's not exactly the most onerous thing in the world!\n\n"Alright, I'll help your tribe by becoming your breeder," you decide aloud with a firm nod.\n\nA general 'ohhhh!' of approval (mixed with some grumbles) goes through the crowd, and Big Momma returns your nod before clapping her hands. "PREPARE THE BABY JUICE!"\n\n"Um." Your face goes red as you look up at her. "I don't know if that's something I can really <i>prepare</i>, I mean..."\n\nBig Momma blinks, looking at you in confusion, and you can almost see the cogs turning in her head... before she lets out a booming laugh, many of the other orc women joining in as they get it too (or just because their leader's laughing). "Not <i>you</i>, breeder, though that is a funny term for it! You pinkies and your smart tongues! That is a command to the medicine women! You seem hale enough, for a pinky, even if you're a bit on the skinny side even for some of your men, but did you really think you'd be able to work on breeding <i>all</i> of us without a bit of help?"\n\n... Right, you guess that makes sense. You may actually have thought that, but you guess in that case your eyes were bigger than your... ... anyhoo. You stand there rather awkwardly as you wait, but it's thankfully not that long before a pair of orc women at least as old as Big Momma, albeit rather skinnier and obviously shorter than her. They stop in front of you, one holding a large, crude clay mug full of something steaming, while the other crushes a handful of dried herbs into it before it's held out to you. You resist the urge to look inside... somehow you think knowing what color this stuff is won't help you with drinking it. There's the obvious worry in the back of your mind that they might be trying to poison you, but you push that aside... this would be a stupidly elaborate setup to go to for that considering you already spent the night passed out asleep in the middle of their camp. Instead you brace yourself and quickly glug down the concoction.\n\nIt's... definitely not as bad as you expected. (Honestly you're not sure what you expected or why you expected it to be awful.) It's more like someone dumped a bunch of different types of tea leaves together and then steeped it really strong while maybe adding a dash of... something. Maybe alcoholic? You're not sure, but the heat of it quickly starts spreading through your body as it hits your stomach, and you're beginning to feel just a little dazed even as you hand the empty mug back to the orc woman that handed it to you.\n\nBig Momma chuckles as her hands go to the ties of her loincloth. "Better undress, breeder... won't have any need of those clothes for awhile."\n\nOh. Right. Obviously. Flushing again, partly from mild embarrassment that she apparently intends to do it right out here in the open with the rest of the tribe watching, partly from the heat steadily infusing your whole body, you start pulling off your armor and clothes. The scratches on your skin still feel itchy and sensitive, though it's sort of taken on a different... feel, your entire skin sensitive and the scratches seemingly making it moreso, the little flits of pain across your senses every time one's rubbed or touched sending a weirdly pleasurable shiver of sensation along your nerves below the surface of it. You pause briefly as you're about to take down your pants, looking forward at Big Momma... as expected it took her only a second to render herself naked, but you apparently got distracted by the sensations rushing through your body. Wow, that's... that's quite a bush. That's probably the first one you've seen where it really earned the name 'bush', it's thick and black, gleaming a bit with some of whatever oil it is they smear on their bodies, and... well, she's actually gone and braided a few bits of it and added little colorful beads. That's... ... wow.\n\nStill, you're mostly taking it in as just a sight before you, because everything feels hot and airy and kind of nice. You undo your pants and push them down, your hard cock springing free and wobbling as you step out of them. There's murmuring, a bit of pointing, and even some snickering among the crowd, dozens of tall, powerful-looking women all staring at your dick, some sneering, others giving a bit of an 'oh it's kind of cute' look. You clearly don't measure up to orc males, though luckily the effects of the potion seem to be insulating you from any humiliation for that.\n\nThen the crowd almost simultaneously gasps, as it feels like a hard throb passes through your whole body, originating in your dick. You shudder and suck in a breath, then stare down at your bare body. Your cock is growing slowly but steadily larger, just fast enough that its growth is clearly visible. It's getting longer and thicker by the second, arching forward and drooping heavily, only to jerk back upright every time it twitches, as if the muscles holding it up had grown stronger as well. Your balls are swelling steadily beneath the base of your ever-thicker shaft too, growing heavier both physically and with the feeling of them being more and more backed-up, a low groan escaping your throat at feeling like you haven't cum in... ever. In fact a steady stream of pre starts flowing from the fattened tip and doesn't stop, just flicking and wobbling through the air every time your enlarged shaft gives one of those dramatic throbs.\n\nThe sneers and snickering quickly disappear but the stares grow more wide-eyed as in under a minute you have a bulging, trembling, constantly dribbling cock that's of a size and thickness that would look more suitable hanging beneath the belly of a donkey than jutting from your relatively sleekly-toned frame. \n\n"Well. It seems this pin-... ah... this man really takes to the baby juice," Big Momma declares, her own face slightly dumbfounded... though you catch a quick flit of a dark pink tongue across her lips. "But you look to have quite a suitable batch of seed built up there, breeder... let me be the first to relieve you of it."\n\nYou don't reply, too lost in a sensitive, pleasurable fog of sensation to focus enough to, aware of all that's happening but still somehow an observer. Big Momma moves forward, her large hands urging you down onto the ground and onto your back, before she balances easily on the balls of her feet, powerful leg muscles working as she balances over you and reaches down, aiming your newly massive cock up and into the thick forest of black hair between her legs, making you shiver a bit at the ticklish sensation. And then she abruptly slams herself down on you all the way, letting out a near-roar of a cry as you're abruptly buried inside her, your eyes rolling in your head as your sensitive, swollen shaft is engulfed completely in a wet, squeezing interior of strong muscles already trying to milk you of your cum. You shudder, raising your hands up to rest on those thick thighs, feeling them move as she starts slowly moving herself up and down.\n\n"Nnnnh... he's <i>bigger</i> than Big Poppa," Big Momma groans lowly, this time blatantly licking her lips as she looks down at you while slowly working herself over you, her pussy a strange mixture of stretching and easy to slide into and gripping you like a vice with every squeeze or flutter of it around you.\n\n"What's the matter, Big Momma? Afraid you'll break him?" someone in the crowd calls, answered by a brief burst of laughter from the watching crowd.\n\n"Doubt this one'll break easy!" Big Momma answers, getting a surprisingly enthusiastic cheer. Nevertheless she starts slamming herself down on you harder, and faster, until she's pounding down on you like she's trying to drive you into the ground and bury you. Her huge, muscular ass slams against your thighs, her hips driving against yours with what feels like bruising impact... but true to her word, it seems you can take it! Those soft, heavy, mountainous breasts flop and wobble wildly with the impact of her motions, the big amazonian orc starting to growl and actually snarl animalistically, but in a way you can only interpret as pleasured. Probably because of the loud squelches of her pussy with her movements, and the way it spurts around your base and soaks your enlarged balls every time she pounds down on you to the root. But the sheer power of her motions makes you feel like your entire body is getting fucked and fucking her in return, like you really have just been reduced to a big, throbbing cock being engulfed by a hot hairy musclepussy.\n\nThe pleasure has so overwhelmed you that you barely even notice when you cum, the actual pleasure itself almost lost in the haze, just a sense of purpose, fulfillment, and relief as you feel the thick, powerful rush of thick jizz rushing up through your prick and then spilling deep inside Big Momma. She throws her head back and lets out another roar-like cry of pleasure, her pussy clamping down on you so hard that it rides the line between pleasure and pain. In the aftermath she breathes like a bellows, staring down at you with hot, glazed, gleaming eyes. Even in your addled state you can tell she's thinking of fucking you again... and again... and again. But after a few seconds she raises up, your clublike cock wobbling in the air and settling at an angle as it slides out of her, bits of thick white cream dribbling out from amongst the thick black bush between her legs. She barks something, and you can't tell if she's speaking some other language or if the deeper fog brought on by cumming has just robbed you of the ability to understand, and seconds later another big, powerful, full-breasted orc woman steps up. Not as big as Big Momma (obviously), but clearly of similar stature. She too moves to squat over you... and she too, once she's positioned you, slams herself down onto your cock like she had something to prove, letting out a pleasured roar as her powerful cunt squeezes and milks you.\n\nThe first several... or maybe it's the first seven?... are all like that, moving to straddle you and slamming themselves down, trying to drive you into the ground, perhaps hoping to prove their mettle by taking you just as hard and deep as Big Momma did, even as your cock bulges their toned bellies out from within as they ride you so forcefully. But at some point the positions get mixed up, at least a little bit, the strong women even laying on their backs and letting you pound away at them, seeming surprised and pleasured as you suck at their thick dark nipples and lick at their jiggling green tits. You fade in and out of consciousness... or maybe it's sentience... since you just lose time between being ridden by a relatively lithe but surprisingly enthusiastic orc girl, to being mounted up behind another powerful, fat-bottomed, scarred-up warrior, your arms around her middle and hands gripping her huge tits as you pound away at her from behind like the animal in rut you've become. You lose all thought of what they look like, your own preferences, you're completely absorbed in the thick, heady, smell of them, an entire village wet and dripping and ready to be bred, all of those hot fertile holes wanting you, needing you, needing to be filled over and over again with you pouring yourself into them and losing yourself and-\n\nYou twitch as you wake up, for a moment confused at the fact that you're laying on a (actually much more comfortable) straw pallet and not in the midst of fucking an orc. Actually for another moment you're confused that you can think enough to be confused. But you actually so seem to be in a tipi, a slightly larger and nicer one than before. You're naked, and... yup, your cock is still huge, flopped limp across your thighs like some sort of pale anaconda. You flush some at the sight of it, and at the jumbled memories of yesterday, when the flap is pulled aside, letting in a stream of light that's quickly blocked by a silhouette, that then resolves into Kaj carrying a large clay bowl. Your stomach growls at the smell of hot meat and spices, and she snickers some as she sets the bowl down beside you, revealing it to be full of some sort of thick porridge-like rice glop topped with strips of cooked meat. Hunger takes over and you don't bother to ask about utensils, just grabbing up the bowl with one hand and scooping the food into your mouth with the other... from the look of mildly surprised approval on Kaj's face, that's apparently the 'proper' way to eat around here.\n\n"Yeah, erryone figured your belly'd probably be rubbin' on yer spine," she says, turning around to check something, leading you to notice that there are some bags sewn to the inside of the hides making up the tent. "You kept hydrated, at least, with a little help from us, but you were too busy fuckin' like a thing gone mad ta eat."\n\n"Um... how long was I...?" you murmur around the mouthful of food stuffed in your cheek.\n\n"Three days, most of four nights."\n\nYou almost choke on your food, spluttering and managing to swallow before blurting, "Seriously?!"\n\n"Yeah, the scarskins said they'd never seen anyone take to the baby juice like that," Kaj answers as she turns back to you briefly, lifting her brows. "They figured they'd get maybe ten, a dozen of the fittest bred off of you, but damn if you didn't fuck every single one of us at least twice instead."\n\n"... Every...?" you say a little weakly.\n\nKaj snickers. "Single. One. You bred the whole village. Dunno how many of us it took in, but considering how well it worked and the size of your loads, prolly most. Let's just say, y'keep bangin' us on the regular like that, by spring we'll have figured out who can't bear cubs 'cause they'll be the only ones who don't have big bellies. Tch, idiot dug this peg all wrong," she grunts, getting down on hands and knees and crawling over to one part of the tipi, apparently trying to scoop and pack more earth around one of the poles.\n\n"..." You stare at her... or rather, you find yourself staring at her taut, round green ass, wiggling at you a bit in innocent enticement. Her loincloth just barely falls down enough in back to hide the strong green pussy you're now acutely aware is there, and somehow the thought wells up that you've already claimed it, and now you should remind her of that claim if she's going to be so open around you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pounce!|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Soooo, uh...|EricMF3x8]]

By the time Doctor Fukher returns, you're being an obedient little slut-slave and sucking off whichever of your slave-mistresses isn't being sucked off by Fiviv at the moment. Beverley takes awhile to be smug, spanking you and slapping your tits and abusing you, which of course you get off on because you're a good little slave who knows her place is to be used and abused.\n\nThe next day she lays the first clutch of Raptarran infiltration soldier eggs, which hatch and grow to maturity in a matter of hours. And like the good little loyal slave you are, you bend over and spread your asscheeks for them on demand, moaning eagerly as they pound your tight rear hole since you're already knocked up. \n\nYour own pregnancy, as well as Fiviv's, progresses quite fast as well, and in only a few days you're twitching and shuddering through an orgasmic birth, your tits immense and so swollen with milk that they're constantly leaking even when not being suckled. Though they grow a bit slower than Raptarrans, still by the end of the day they've matured to late teenagers, the female ones programmed from birth to meekly serve the Raptarrans in whatever capacity they wish, the hermaphrodites similarly programmed to help their Raptarran masters oppress the human race. \n\nYou moan eagerly and buck your hips up and down like a whore, working yourself between the two cocks pumping into you, the one in your pussy one of your hermaphrodite daughters, the one pounding your ass with the pale blue skin and stubby horns that say that her dam was Fiviv. Nearby one of the Earthborn Raptarrans has one of your other daughters bent over a wooden bench, toying with her full tits as it pumps a load of eggs into her pussy. \n\n"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Liz murmurs from where she's standing nearby, stroking her prick. Her belly and tits are swollen as well, belly round with a clutch of Raptarran eggs and nipples dribbling a steady trickle of white. "Our masters making more of themselves. Soon they'll launch a coordinated strike... within the first few minutes, every prominent figure of the Federation and Starbeat on Earth will have a Raptarran cock in their pussy or ass, and our masters will control this world. From there, the rest of the Federation will fall. I hope I get sent offworld to rape aliens. Hm..." She turns and kneels down in front of you. "What do you say to that, sow?"\n\nFor your answer, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out eagerly, your eyes pleading. Liz snickers, and moves to slide her cock over that tongue and down your throat, starting to fuck it just as eagerly as the other two are fucking your lower holes, her egg-swollen belly rubbing your face. The Federation might be doomed, but what does that matter to a breeding sow? You just want to get fucked and make babies, after all.\n\n<b>Fuck Trek</b> end - <i>Fuckpigs on the farm</i>

"I mean, what the heck is there to stare at?" you blurt out after the shortest of pauses. It's incredibly easy, almost relaxing, to let it happen.\n\n"JERK!" she howls, leaping forward and kicking you right in the gut. Oddly enough it's more like an extreme pressure than pain, the same when you smash through the ceiling. And roof. Huh. Probably happened so often that you're just used to it.\n\nYou continue rising higher and higher into the sky, before you level off and just keep going, zooming along like a little redheaded airplane, albeit not under your own power. (The Eric part of you is fairly certain this violates a number of laws of physics, the Ranma part of you is once again just used to this.)\n\nWell here you are again. You need to decide where you want to land pretty quickly, as you've learned from experience, at the sorts of speeds Akane can produce when she's ticked, a second or two can matter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aim for the street where Ucchan's and the Nekohanten are.|FRanX22x1]]\n\n[[Aim for the woods outside town.|FRanX2x1]]\n\n[[Just let it happen, man.|FRanX1x2]]

Y'know what? You're just gonna ride this one out. Maybe you'll wind up in some other country entirely and never be able to get back to Nerima, that'd show Akane (somehow). Besides, it's sort of relaxing up here, once you get past the whole loss of control and acceleration and scenery whipping by in a blur beneath you thing. Sort of like drifting along on a river, just no water. Or riverbed.\n\nSo you just sort of relax into a vaguely crabwalk-like position and let yourself hurtle through the air. It gets dark fairly quickly... already late in the day, not really noticing the passage of time, or are you actually going that fast? Eh, who cares. Either way, it's full dark by the time you can feel your momentum decaying and that you're starting to gradually descend, starting to tumble end-over-end. You glimpse a gathering of lights and "quaint"-styled buildings that nevertheless all look new and well-lit... a resort town sort of thing?\n\nYou crash in through a large balcony window and thud to the floor, rolling until you catch up against the wall, your legs in the air and the back of your head flat against the floor. ... Nope, still didn't hurt. Geez, you need to examine your life choices. You wiggle back and forth until you can get out of your awkward position by rolling to the side and hopping to your feet, dusting yourself off. You look up to find yourself in the outer room of some really expensive hotel suite (damn rich people), and a guy in a loosened suit who's staring at you (oh, damned rich <i>companies</i> who... put their employees up in nice rooms... okay you've lost the thread on this). "Uh, hey. Sorry about that," you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.\n\n"It's... okay, I guess?" he replies, clearly still deeply confused. Stepping carefully around the broken glass, he walks over to you and looks you up and down. He's a little taller than average, probably early thirties, black hair cut short, black-rimmed glasses. Honestly he seems kinda... generic, like someone said "young Japanese sarariman" and conjured him up. Probably a little more handsome than average or something, but eh. At least between him and some of the signs you saw when you were coming down, you're fairly sure you're still in Japan. Or maybe one of the smaller islands.\n\n"Look, um, about the window..." You look at it, then raise a hand to signal your departure and start for the door.\n\n"Wait, wait!" You almost hurry up before he can demand you pay, before you notice him holding out a small can. It's unlabeled, but the color and size are about right for a canned coffee. "Uh, here... I don't know what happened, but that can't have been fun. Drink this, you'll feel better, it's something my company's working on."\n\n<hr>\n[[Free sustenance! Yes!|FRanX1x3]]\n\n[[Who're you, Alice in Wonderland? No thanks.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Hey, score, you're pretty sure you haven't had anything to eat or drink all day. You accept the can and pop the tab, guzzling it down without a second thought. It's actually kind of cherry flavored and lightly carbonated, just a bit syrupy too.\n\nYou finish and toss the can over your shoulder before you think that might be sort of rude considering you already smashed the guy's window, door, whatever. Eh, you already did it, why worry about it? Actually, why worry about anything? You feel a sense of relaxation and peace settling over you, making you feel sort of sleepy and vaguely contented at the same time. Your eyelids grow heavy, settling partway down your eyes, your shoulders slumping a bit. You wobble slightly in place and then self-correct, uninterested in going anywhere or doing anything than what you're currently doing (IE just standing there). You don't resist as the guy takes you by the hand and leads you into the next room, where a handful of other similar sararimen are standing or sitting around.\n\n"Hey, guys, found us another test subject for our last night here!"\n\nYou must lose some time between blinks, because quite literally the next thing you know you're on all fours on the bed, settled atop one of the sararimen as he thrusts up into your pussy, another pounding away at your ass and a third pumping his prick past your lips and down your throat. You don't even remember them taking your clothes off! And for some reason you can't really think of why you would have a problem with this, either. You moan and grunt as your ass and pussy are fucked hard, starting to suck on the cock in your mouth more by reflex than anything. Your hips twitch, jerking up and down randomly against the pricks pistoning into your holes.\n\nThe guy fucking your ass reaches forward and grabs your wrists, pulling them back until your arms are at full extension, causing your tits to pillow more heavily against the chest of the guy doing your sopping cunt. That guy slides his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing here and there, obviously enjoying having you buck and writhe around on top of him. The one using your mouth decides to compensate for your lowered head by grabbing your pigtail and yanking back on it, making you give an 'mmf!' before you return to quagging and gulping at his cock as he stuffs it down your throat.\n\nYou're still in that weird, relaxed haze even as getting gangbanged sends several trembling orgasms rushing through your body, so you're not entirely sure how long they're fucking you. But eventually the guys in your mouth and ass pull out and scoot to the sides. The one underneath you lifts you up, guiding you into flipping over. Hey, you go along with it... why not? You brace your hands just under his armputs and set your feet on the bed, letting him guide you down so that his cock pushes into your already well-fucked ass. His hands grip your hips and start urging you to bounce on top of him, leaving your mouth free to moan and gasp this time, your tits bouncing rhythmically as you ride his dick.\n\nThe other two move back in, this time cupping your bouncing tits and closing their mouths over your nipples, sucking hard enough to pull some of the titflesh around them into their mouths. Your moans turn into gasping squeals as they both continue giving your breasts oral attention, one of them cupping your pussy and starting to finger you as you ride the cock in your ass, the other stroking up and down your flat, sweat-slick stomach.\n\nEventually, you're flopped onto your back on one of the beds, and rather than any sort of complex positioning the guys just crawl on top of you and start pumping away, plunging their pricks into your stirred-up pussy until they spill their load into you. One after another they pump into you like some sort of cumdump, and every time you clutch at them, wrapping your arms and legs around them and returning their sloppy kisses like some sort of fuck-addled slut. Whoever's not using you at the moment mills around the room, chatting amiably, smoking and drinking, playing cards as they wait for someone else to finish or their batteries to recharge.\n\nYou blink awake after not noticing when you passed out. You sit up slowly, wincing and putting a hand to your slightly aching head. Your whole body feels grungy and sticky, your hair oily, and there's a weird taste in your mouth. Your eyes widen as you gradually start to remember bits and pieces of what happened, and whip your head around to look for the molesters. But the room is empty, the only sign of them being rumpled sheets, full ashtrays, and a note on one of the end tables held in place by an energy drink can. A bit numbly, you lift the can and read the note.\n\n'Hey, thanks for being a product tester! Maybe we can get in touch with you for some more testing in the future! In the meantime, here's another can of what you had last night... really smashes those inhibitions completely, huh? Room's paid up for two more days, feel free to use it. Enjoy!'\n\nYou sigh and let the note drop, feeling humiliated and used. You feel a little twinge from your nether regions at that, and choose to believe it's just soreness from how thoroughly used they were recently. Head hanging, you get up and head into the bathroom, eager to wash off the remnants of your shame and this female form. You turn the shower to 'near scalding', wait until the water's sending up visible clouds of steam, then step in. Sighing luxuriously, you start rubbing the water over your breasts, feeling the gunk of mostly-dried semen starting to wash away.\n\nYou're halfway through the shower when you notice that you're still cleaning off breasts and curvy hips. Blinking, you look down at yourself, then at the faucet controls, then at the shower head. It's definitely hot water you're standing under... and yet you're still a girl!\n\n<hr>\n[[PANIC!|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Keep your cool!|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Nooooo!" you wail, less in answer and more in utter denial, as you fly off as fast as you can while clutching your head. \n\n"H-hey, wait!" you can hear from behind you, but you're flying too fast and chaotically for Alina to catch up even if she tried.\n\nYou zig-zag about, spiral around, and in general put on what would be a showy display of flying if it were in any way intentional, but it's just an expression of pure panic, thoughtless and instinctive. Before you even realize it you've fled deep into some trees, the branches overhead getting more and more overgrown until it's dark all around you, the only light coming from the glittery red sparkles in your trail and the faint glow of your wings. You flit erratically between two trees, only to yelp as it feels like you've smached straight-on into a net, the world wobbling back and forth as you find yourself abruptly held in place. Grunting, you squirm and wriggle, trying to move your arms, but you're entirely stuck, and all your movements manage to do is get your shirts stuck harder and ride up, baring your newly pert butt and hairless pussy. You can also see just a little bit of a glimmer from the web you're stuck to, though it's practically invisible once you slump and go still.\n\n"Nyeheheheheheh!"\n\nYour eyes widen at that sound, and you raise your head to stair up as a faint vibration runs through the lines you're stuck to. A massive black and purple spider has stepped out onto the web and is slowly making its way towards you, six of its legs slowly moving it across the near-invisible webbing, the other two moving in a motion not unlike a human delightedly wringing its hands. \n\n"Nyeeeheheheheheh!" it continues to giggle fiendishly, your own horrified face faintly reflected in its domelike eyes as it draws steadily closer to you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Help! Somebody help!"|MiniEric6x2]]\n\n[["Calm down, gotta think..."|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Internal screaming intensifies.|MiniEric]]

"Wait, wait!" you yelp as he twists you around and lowers you into an almost bent-over position. "I didn't know! I'm not a fairy!"\n\n"Oh <i>really</i> now?" the bat-winged fairy says with a snort, though he's apparently intrigued enough to stop moving you for the moment, and investigate further. "You certainly look like one of Queen Tania's fairies, with your pretty glowing wings and hair, no tits and hips to speak of, and getting wet like a whore at the very thought of getting fucked, no matter who it is."\n\n"It's a spell! A spell! A fairy cast a spell on me and it did this!" you explain, trying not to whimper, both in humiliation and in arousal because yes, your body very much wants to get fucked, please, even as you desperately shove down the desire.\n\n"Unwillingly? That is quite a tale. Are you some chipmunk, or sparrow, or-"\n\n"Human! I'm a human!"\n\n"... Hm. Human, you say. I've never heard of such a thing." The male fairy goes silent, and for a few moments you hang there in his hands, quivering, partly with fear that he'll just go ahead and rape you and partly with hope for that very same thing. But instead, he finally shifts you and lowers you to your feet. He drags your wrists behind your back, holding them with one hand, until you feel something being wound around them. "Either you're lying, which means you've got a brain in your head unlike the typical fairy of light, or you're telling the truth. Either way, I think the queen will want to see you. Alright, pretty little red thing, fly along with me, and keep in mind... try to escape, and you'll find yourself meeting the same fate as that spider that wanted to make a meal of you."\n\nHe moves around to your side, his loincloth back in place and cock having gone mostly soft (which part of you is disappointed about, making you distinctly annoyed), and grips your upper arm. He lifts into the air, and after a bit of effort you follow, his own wings mostly motionless except for the occasional flick or shift, your own fluttering behind you almost like a bee's. He 'guides' you deeper and deeper into the dark forest, your eyes just barely able to pick out the trees and branches ahead of you... in fact it's pitch black in here, you don't think you should be able to see at all, but you can just manage now. Eventually he urges you lower, and you begin a descent as something comes into view ahead. It's a large clearing, apparently a man-(or fairy-)made one to judge by the large stumps that seem to serve as the foundations for a number of the buildings. It's like a large, rambling old-timey city, built partly out of wood and partly out of stone, buildings somewhat chaotically joined together to form streets and avenues here and there, but also in some places just left open, with the occasional curving ramps leading up to different levels of construction. Your captor seems to be headed for the city, so you can pick out that it's lit almost entirely by torches, braziers, and firepits, its inhabitants coming into clearer view as you get closer and then land at street level.\n\nMost of them seem to be fairies like your captor, with the inaccurate bat wings and pale skin. You continue looking around at them as he lands and starts nudging you forward to walk naked through the streets, seeing them looking back at you with smirks and sneers. Most of them have black hair like he does, many of them scruffy and wild, others with mostly straight or with it done in braids, or mixtures of all three, though some have streaks of other colors here and there, often in the bangs. Their eyes are black too, but there's variation as well... sometimes instead they'll have brightly-colored sclera, or pupils. And like him most of them are attractive and dressed in skimpy outfits that vaguely (or just outright) evoke bondage gear, like leather sling bikinis, or hot pants, corsets, leather straps. You spot a few different inhabitants... fairies with more dragonfly-like wings and brightly-colored hair, or males that look like humanoid animals, but all of these have collars around their necks and are keeping their eyes down as they walk.\n\nYou wince as the jeering and catcalls of the bat-winged fairies escalate to them throwing small berries and other bits of things at you, the refuse splatting against your skin, some of it thrown hard enough to sting. Your captor waves these off, snapping out an almost good-natured, "Quit it, I need to take her to the queen!", but even so the occasional bit of refuse strikes your naked body as you're marched through the streets towards your destination. Which turns out to be a massive structure built on the flat-topped trunk of a tree so large it must have been the size of a mature redwood when it was alive... it would have been big to you normally, now it's positively immense. And what's built on it is a castle, looming and rather sinister. Unlike all the other structures around, it's not a mixture of stone and wood, but almost entirely made of some dark grey rock, carved and smoothed out. The massive doors your captor leads you to have been gilt in dark black metal and swing open ahead of you to reveal a long, torchlit hallway that he forces you down. At the opposite end of it, another set of doors swing open, revealing what's obviously a throne room.\n\nHere the firelight from torches and braziers plays over statues and flickers off the sheen of gold and other precious metals. The whole place is filled with art... either statues of beautiful fairies, or of animal men like the ones you saw outside. The room is a little hazy with the smoke from the fires, the air thick, lending a more sinister aspect to the otherwise beautiful statues as you pass by the rows of them... especially once you realize that no matter what their poses are, whether they're in classical artistic poses, or in the throes of masturbation, jutting out tits to show them off or displaying massive stiff pricks, all of the faces display expressions of abject terror. But your gaze is quickly drawn to the front of the room as you approach.\n\nLounging on a throne that seems to be made of several stone statues of female fairies arranged together is what has to be the queen your captor mentioned. She's fairly youthful looking, to your eyes she couldn't be older than her mid-twenties, with long raven hair, with three braids of pure, pale metallic silver, a thick one in back and two thin ones to go with the long drapes of hair over her shoulders. Much like her subjects she's dressed in black leather, namely a leather collar with two flaps connected by silver rings that fall down over her large breasts. Leather wraps adorn her arms, and her bellybutton is pierced by a chain dangling with little charms. A snug leather belt rides high on her hips, with two very long black flaps of cloth attached to serve as an ankle-length loincloth, as well as high-heeled boots sheathing her legs. Her eyes are metallic silver, but a rainbow of colors plays over them like a soap bubble, and the pair of wings that she stretches out from her back at your approach reminds you more than anything of an old Disney Halloween cartoon that gave you nightmares, the imagery so strong that the bombastic tones of the classical piece the animation was set to play in your head. To either side of her are a pair of female fairies, wearing nothing but swordbelts around their middles and armor covering their legs and arms, otherwise displaying their breasts, nipples pierced by silver rings with tiny spiked chains draped between them, the lips of their pussies pierced and dangling little chains as well. Almost sprawled at her feet are a pair of youngish boy fairies, constantly worshipping her boots with their tongues, slender pricks stiff and constantly welling with pre at the tips as they writhe below her.\n\n"What's this you've brought me, Kyron?" the fairy asks in amusement, folding one leg over the other, forcing the boys to briefly pause before starting to lick different boots than before. "One of my sister's bimbos? I'd have thought you'd either raped her and be done with her or converted her, not drag her here asking for permission like a whelp."\n\n"This one is different, Queen Maab," your captor (Kyron by name, apparently) answers, shoving you forward a few stumbling steps. "She is either smart enough to lie, or something of an anomaly, so I thought it best to bring her to you. When I captured her, she said she wasn't a fairy, but that the spell had been cast on her apparently against her will. She said that up until then, she was human."\n\n"... Human?" Maab's glossy black lips purse, before she shoves her raised foot back and forth, lightly shoving the fairy boys away with it before she rises to her feet. Sweeping down the short flight of broad steps from the throne dais, her tits jiggling beneath the leather flaps, she comes to stand before you, looming head and shoulders taller. "I vaguely recall that word from some of the books taken from Tania. Alright, little red bitch, I'll have you answer a few questions. And know this well... in my domain, everyone is free to lie, cheat, and steal as they like, as long as they do not do it to <i>me</i>. So keep that in mind before you answer. Now, what is your name?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Eric."|MiniEric6x4]]\n\n[["I, uh, don't remember!"|MiniEric]]

"Hellllp!" you wail, still thrashing around. "Somebody, please, help me!"\n\n"NYEHEHEHEH!" the spider cackles, apparently entertained by your cries as it looms up above you, starting to reach towards you with those two forelegs. Then it abruptly lets out a loud and surprisingly precise "BLARG!", its body shuddering and going stiff, then tilting and tumbling off the webbing like a dropped toy, giving you a brief glimpse of something gleaming and black sticking out of its back before it disappears into the darkness below.\n\n"Well well well. One of the stupid little fairy bitches wandered where she shouldn't and wound up in trouble, didn't she?"\n\nAt that voice from behind you, you manage to twist enough to see who's speaking. Hovering behind and a bit above you is... a male fairy? Except his wings are black and... not precisely like a bat's, but more like some cartoon impression of a bat's wings, more shaped and molded that way than fully articulated. His hair and eyes are both black as well, his muscular chest criss-crossed by a pair of leather straps, matching black bracers fixed around his forearms and around his lower legs, his only other garment a black loincloth draped over a significant bulge. He's just tucking the bow he's holding back beside the quiver on his back, and a shudder of fear runs through you as he pulls out a knife from the sheath attached to one of his chest straps. It's not alleviated much when he flits closer and wraps a hand around your neck, but at least he only cuts open your shirts and a few lines of web, pulling you free but very naked. You squirm and grip his forearm with both hands, resisting the urge to antagonize him by kicking your feet as he turns you around, holding you by the throat now as he flies over to land on a branch.\n\n"Tania's little idiots aren't supposed to come out here, it's your own fault if you do," he continues in an almost bored tone as he continues to hold you up by the throat, his expression cold. "I could have easily enough left you to that spider." Then, slowly, his lip curls up on one side in a smirk, though it brings no real warmth to his expression. "Still, I think I can put you to a bit better use before you meet your fate."\n\nWith that, having resheathed his knife, he reaches down to flick his loincloth aside, revealing his steadily hardening cock. Your eyes widen at the sight of it getting thicker and longer by the second, even as your body grows hot and your new pussy moistens, a few spatters of female arousal falling to strike the bark of the tree. But as he starts to lower you, strong hands gripping your neck and leg to twist you into position, you get a handle on your strange reaction enough to call out.\n\n<hr>\n[["Please, no!"|MiniEric7x1]]\n\n[["Wait, I'm not a fairy!"|MiniEric6x3]]

"Her name was Alina," you growl, scowling darkly. After all, Alina's the one who got you into this mess by not even being able to tell you were a guy. This is all her fault anyway, so she can just deal with any consequences that come of it herself. "Blue hair, yellow clothes."\n\n"Ohhhh, finally you show me some real fire," Maab practically coos, bringing her fingers up to brush her lower lip with a smile. "And it burns around throwing someone else to this wolf pack. My my, I think you might actually have a future here. ... Hm. So you were male before you had that spell cast on you, were you? Kyron." She waits for him to step forward. "Get your sister. Have her lead you to one of the pools of darkness. I want you both to properly cleanse this one."\n\n"Yes, Queen Maab." Kyron turns towards you, and after a moment draws his knife and cuts your hands free. "Come on then, this way," he says, turning and making his way back the way the two of you came. Not seeing that you have much choice, you turn and follow him.\n\n"Um, what's a pool of darkness, and what does she me-"\n\n"Don't prattle, I'll forget you're not one of Tania's bimbos," the tall fairy snorts with a glance at you. Once you've faded sheepishly into silence, though, he explains. "Pools of darkness are an important font of power for us... their location is kept secret, known to only a handful of the queen's mages."\n\n"Oh. People she trusts closely?"\n\nHe lets out a snort at that. "Maab doesn't trust anyone, you'll learn that. But people she knows have enough reasons to not betray her that she can mostly count on them to be wise with their decisions." This time as the two of you exit the castle, he lifts into the air and you follow, flitting about more directly. A few fairies still jeer and start to throw things, but this time Kyron snaps at them to knock it off, and after the first time or two they quit. "But the pools of darkness are one way to change someone into a proper fairy. That's the gift Maab is giving you, she must expect good things."\n\n"O-oh," you answer. "But, I'm already a fairy, right?" Not that you really wanted to be, but. "Will this just change my wings or...?"\n\n"It's more than that. You'll be stronger, more powerful, more... suited... to life here." Kyron descends towards one of the wooden houses, and you follow. He doesn't bother with knocking, instead just shoving the door open and bellowing, "Kona!"\n\n"What?!" comes the snap back as you hesitantly follow Kyron in. The interior looks like a weird cross between a living room and an apothecary's shop (or at least what you assume an apothecary's shop would look like). Cluttered, a bit messy, and there's a long workbench spanning almost all of one wall. Bent over said workbench is a female fairy, the very short black cloth skirt she's wearing riding up to give a complete view of her pale pink pussy and the glittering green jewel at the base of the plug inserted into her pucker. After a few wiggles of her ass she straightens up and turns towards you still holding a few vials, a scowl on her face. Other than the skirt she's wearing a black leather strap around her breasts, and tall black cloth gloves that leave her fingers bare, matched by her black stockings that bare her heels and toes. Curling, rune-like tattoos cover her sides and go all the way up her neck to mark her cheeks, her face pretty but lent a harsh aspect by her dark eyes and the tattoos, her hair past-the-shoulders and scruffy. "I'm busy. Why are you dragging some trash-smeared winged ditz into my lab? Go fuck her somewhere else, I have things to do."\n\n"What you have to do is take us to a pool of darkness," Kyron replies in an amused tone, folding his arms over his muscular chest. "Maab wants this one bathed in it."\n\n"What? Why?" Kona asks, her face blank. Then she shakes her head and interjects before he can get into it. "Y'know what, not now. You wouldn't say anything that stu-... you wouldn't use the Queen's name if it weren't true, you're smarter than that. Fine, fine." She pauses, then eyes you. "But she can't go like that. Just because it's a pool of darkness doesn't mean you can treat it like a septic tank. She needs to wash that crap off. While she does you can explain what the hell this is all about."\n\nKyron glances aside at you, noting calmly, "Up the stairs, on your right. I assume you've the brains to figure out a bathtub."\n\nNodding a little meekly, you turn and make your way up the stairs, the sound of the siblings starting to talk quietly to one another starting up behind you. Deciding you shouldn't wander, you take the door as said and find yourself in a fairly normal, if perhaps slightly antiquated in some ways, bathroom. The tub is a large stand-alone thing made of what looks like copper... actually you can very faintly make out some markings on it, was it a coin at one point? Or maybe a few of them melted together and then shaped into a tub. But there are two handles on the plain metal pipe that leads up to a spout, so you fiddle with them until you figure out which is the hot water and start letting the tub fill. As you straighten up from a check, you take a closer look at the shelf above it with a row of bottles. They all have handwritten paper labels attached to them that don't make it very clear what they do, but maybe they could help you get clean? Or just make the bath nicer, you've already had a rough day and you're not exactly overly enthusiastic about what's apparently ahead.\n\nYou pause, then glance towards the window. Actually, with that in mind... you could try to escape. You've got the time, they won't look for you immediately...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the "Super Relax".|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Use the "Worry Forget".|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Use the "Soap".|MiniEric6x6]]\n\n[[Go out the window.|MiniEric]]

"My name's Eric," you murmur, barely able to resist the urge to cower before this simultaneously sexy and terrifying being.\n\n"Hm. Certainly not a fairy name... it's similar to what the animals of the forest might use, but then I don't typically credit them with a lot of inventiveness either," Maab muses aloud, leaning in almost nose-to-nose with you. Your eyes widen, then you let out a soft, frightened mewl of arousal as one of her hands comes to rest on your stomach and slowly slides down, pointed black nails brushing across your skin with just barely enough pressure not to scratch. "And she hasn't given in to the Fairy Warmth yet either. Generally if it's one of the forest dwellers who wants to become a fairy, they proceed to that right away. And I don't sense any lies... very well, for now, Eric the former human, I'll believe your tale." She slips her hand back up, making you let out a harsh gasp as she briefly pinches one of your nipples roughly, then slides her hand up over your collarbone and shoulder... then rather deliberately pricks the side of your neck with one of her nails. "There. I've negated the Fairy Warmth, since it wasn't settled in yet. Don't want you getting distracted as you tell me your story."\n\nIndeed, as she turns and makes her way back to her throne, you feel your arousal quickly cooling... although without it, she and the throne room are all the more intimidating, leaving you resisting the urge to tremble in place as the light haze of smoke swirls around her and the minute undulations and twists of her wings as she turns and settles back into her seat. This time she lays a hand on the fairy boys' heads, guiding them closer in so that they can lick at her bare inner thighs as she lets her legs splay open, displaying that the cloth falling against her crotch is thin enough to thoroughly outline the lips of her sex. "So? Tell it," she commands, gleaming silver eyes narrowing a little. "The story of how you came to be in this place. And if you leave anything I might find relevant out, or lie to me, you will wish you did not."\n\nSwallowing heavily, and trying to ignore the ominous room, the naked guards, the sex-boys, and Kyron looming behind you, you focus on putting together the tale. Obviously you don't want to tell your entire life story, that would probably just annoy and anger her, so you start with, in brief, you running away from home and deciding to go to an amusement park by bus. You can tell by her frown and the faintest furrowing of her brow that she doesn't know what some of the things you mention are, but she doesn't interrupt you. You continue on to trying out riding a giant animatronic hummingbird ("like... a hummingbird, but it's all... clockwork?... inside", which she thankfully seems to understand, her brow smoothing as she gives a small nod), and how it burst from its moorings and crashed through the building to fly through the air. How everything got larger and larger around you, until it landed on a flower and you could jump off. How you were then found by a fairy, and apparently via a misunderstanding she turned you into both a fairy and a girl.\n\n"And then I panicked and flew off, and hit a spider's web. And then Kyron... um... saved me, I guess?" you add, tossing the male fairy an uncertain glance, since he did in fact do that (for a certain value of "saved").\n\n"I see. An odd tale, but I find some things about it... interesting," Maab admits, the thin lines of her eyebrows arching. "In fact, I think I will want to hear some more about this human world from you, once I have looked for those books. Which means you'll be staying here with me." Her shiny black lips curl, obviously noticing the brief moment of shock and fear on your face. "Oh you are right to be afraid, Little Red, for you have wandered into a den of wolves. But how much fear you should feel is up to you and how valuable you prove to be... and how loyal. We will begin simply. Tell me the name of the fairy who you met." At your blink, she continues, "I'm sure she introduced herself, yes? Friendly little outgoing thing. Tell me her name. Now."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|MiniEric]]\n\n[[If you absolutely have to.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Okay.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Gladly!|MiniEric6x5]]

Yeah, using concoctions you're really not sure of the meaning of and purpose for in what's apparently an alchemist's house is probably not a smart idea. Nor is trying to escape from two of the scary queen's apparent elite servants. Pouring out some of the sort of oily stuff into your hands and smearing it over your juice-and-muck-smeared body, you then shut off the water and clamber into the tub, sighing a little as you sink down into it and scrub some of the garbage off of yourself with your hands. Besides, you think as the hot water perks you up a bit, Maab seemed to think highly of you... maybe you could go far here, after you go through this ritual. What was it she said? 'You're free to lie, cheat, and steal, as long as you don't do it to me'? Kind of dangerous, but also the sort of place where you don't exactly need a college education to be successful.\n\nYou pad down the stairs once you're cleaned and dried off, blinking a little at the sight of Kyron and Kona on the couch, Kona up on her knees on it and leaned forward, bobbing her head over her brother's cock. After a few seconds you clear your throat, and she gives a soft 'mmf' as she raises her head and looks over, Kyron looking unfazed by either you catching him getting a blowjob from his sibling or by you interrupting it. "Good, much better," Kona says as she stands up, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her fingertips as Kyron stands up as well, his cock gradually growing soft as he tosses the flap of his loincloth back over it. Kona turns to pick up a belt ringed with vials in little holders and fastens it about her middle. "We're ready, then. Kyron, be extra careful about making sure no one's following us, it will be harder to hide our path when we're flying with a glowbug."\n\n"I will, I will," he replies evenly, beckoning you to follow as they move towards the back of the room. Kona bends down, once again flashing her (now wet) pussy and bejeweled plug at you as she shoves aside a rug and hauls up a trap door. Once you and Kyron have dropped into the cramped wooden tunnel below, Kona flutters partway down and pulls the trap door shut after herself, plunging all of you into a darkness that's lit only briefly by a red glow as your wings give a nervous flutter. Kona takes one of the vials and shakes it, making it glow as brightly as a camp lantern, and briefly hauls on a thin line that's to one side of the trap door before she gestures everyone forward. The tunnel quickly changes from wood to earth, though it's so tightly-packed that it might almost be mistaken for stone, even though in the wan light it doesn't look like clay. It wanders back and forth for awhile, until finally it ends, the ceiling above stone instead of earth. Kyron lifts it up a bit and peers around, then beckons the two of you on as he shoves the rock aside. The three of you emerge into a darkness that seems even blacker than the forest you were in earlier... the lack of light becoming all the more oppressive as Kona gives her vial another shake to shut it off, the dark closing in all around you.\n\n"Alright, let's go. Stay close to us, and don't look anywhere but ahead," she says quietly. "I don't want to go back to Queen Maab and tell her that you were eaten."\n\n'By what?' you almost ask, before deciding you probably really don't want to know. Instead you try to stay as precisely between the two siblings as you can, looking right where you're flying. You can sense more than see the massive, looming old-growth trees ahead of you, often naked branches jutting out towards you like massive claws frozen in mid-swipe. But you do feel like you're being looked at sometimes... there's a palpable sense of something here. Or different things. But they're all hungry. Or starving, even. Starving as they stare at you and quiver in the night, just waiting for you to look at them and acknowledge they exist before they pounce. But mindful of Kona's warning, you just keep looking ahead, doing your best to refuse to admit the things in the dark are there, and by the time Kona shakes her light-vial again you're descending towards an old tree stump. This one has been hollowed out to a ring, and inside is... it's like a hole in the world. While the darkness around you is still oppressive, it at least rolls back like it should in the presence of the light of the liquid in the vial, or the fluttering of your wings. But this stuff... it's just black. Not even like ink... the light of the vial doesn't even reflect off of it as Kona holds the vial out over the surface.\n\n"Here we are."\n\n"I... I have to get in that?"\n\n"Mhm." Kona flashes you a smirk, then plucks another vial off of her belt and offers it to you. "Drink this first, though, and give it a minute. This will prep your body for the pool."\n\nNodding uncertainly, you nevertheless take the vial and unplug it, then drink down the odd colorless liquid inside. It doesn't taste like... anything. You never quite realized water had a distinct taste of its own until you drank something with literally no flavor at all. The very strangeness of feeling something liquid pass over your tongue and be swallowed down your throat with absolutely no other evidence, not even temperature, makes you cough and splutter briefly once you've got it all down, as if your body were rejecting the stuff's existence. You look at the vial, then stare at it as you abruptly become both extremely aware of how the glass feels against your skin, and disconnected from the fingers that are feeling it. You lift your head, trying to focus on Kona and Kyron standing in front of you... all your reactions to them, all the attraction to their bodies, all the fear of their imposing nature and cruelty, all the lust for the casual power they wield, they wash over you like a near-literal wave, and at the same time you're drifting far above the body that's being hit by that wave. You're extremely aware of how hard your nipples are, how wet your pussy is, so hot and eager that it's almost to the edge of orgasm as it is, and yet you've never been more calm and in control in your life.\n\n"Good, looks like it took effect pretty fast," Kona says with a smirk. "Okay, go on."\n\nYou nod, letting your hand open, the vial clattering to the stump and going rolling to the side as you turn towards the pool of darkness. Your first few steps actually see you walking across the surface of it, ripples that are virtually imperceptible due to the lack of reflectivity spreading out from your soles. But your next steps have your feet sinking in, and the further you go out, the more of your body slides below the black liquid, the cold warmth of it gradually swallowing up your legs, rising over your hips, slipping up your middle and over those stiff nipples, and ever more steadily over your head as you fearlessly walk forward into nothing.\n\nYou find yourself drifting, not quite falling and not quite floating, and yet doing a little bit of both. You blink a few times, even though there's nothing to see. You feel different... not quite the strange disconnected extreme awareness of before, you feel much more normal. And yet you realize you should be terrified right now, having walked into blacker-than-black water over your head, but you're not. \n\n<i>Fear is a thing that only happens in the world of the living.</i>\n\n'Oh. Am I dead then?' you think back to the... voice? It's not really a voice, it doesn't really sound like anything... and since it doesn't sound like anything, you can't say whether it's male or female, obviously. It's more like the memory of words you read suddenly being in your head, without the memory of reading those words.\n\n<i>No, but you're in a place beyond life and light. There are many places like this, this one just happens to be mine.</i>\n\n'Who are you?'\n\n<i>Who can say? I might have had a name once, or many. I might have been worshiped by civilizations or I might never have been found at all. That's what it means to be unseeable... without being seen, no one can truly define you. You might be everything, or nothing. Meow.</i>\n\n'... Meow?'\n\n<i>It's a little joke I like, though explaining why is more difficult. But I haven't had one of you in a long time. A human, that is. That is what you are, isn't it?</i>\n\n'I was. You know humans?'\n\n<i>I do, even if these days I mostly have truck with fairies. Fairies are somewhere between humans and me. Things of nature but apart from it as well. Independent observers are important. They help define things. Fairies also help push things forward a little, and it's why it's important to have both kinds of them.</i>\n\n'Both kinds... good and evil?'\n\n<i>Good and evil exist insofar as the independent observers judge them to exist. Like concepts such as 'mercy', 'justice', 'cruelty', and 'kindness', nature makes no real value judgements. What you do either helps you survive or it doesn't. And though all creatures may occasionally act in ways beyond this, it is the independent observers who are slightly apart from nature while existing amongst it that give these acts names. 'Love', 'sacrifice', 'pettiness', 'idleness'. Like humans, fairies think for themselves... but they embody only certain aspects of nature. Yes, to an outside observer, the fairies of the light are good, and the fairies of the dark are evil. No need to quibble over that. But tell me, human, what happens to the forest if trees never die?</i>\n\n'They just keep growing forever, I guess?'\n\n<i>Yes. They get larger and larger. They need ever more nutrients, which they suck out of the soil and draw from the rain. As they get bigger they need ever larger amounts of those nutrients. They begin to choke out the other plant life... grass and bushes do not grow, new trees do not sprout. The animals exist only to subsist on what the trees choose to make themselves, and for their bodies to fall to the floor and become new nutrients for these same monoliths that their ancestors a million years ago fed. If no tree ever dies, the forest never grows in any way but upward. And this does not happen in nature. Lightning strikes, avalanches, bug infestations, boulder falls... a tree can and should die in many ways, and return itself to the forest floor to feed the trees of the future.</i>\n\n'... I think I understand,' you allow after a timeless period spent floating there in silence. 'The fairies of light are like... the nutrients, trying to keep everything alive. The fairies of the dark are the lightning strike.'\n\n<i>Broadly. Life and death, not good and evil. Birth and growth. Death and decay. Both are necessary in nature. The fairies are just a representation of that... the broad meanings of the phases of life, wrapped in form and given the chance to make choices and act on their drives. And so life becomes kind and helpful, and death becomes cruel and greedy.</i>\n\n'They all seem to like sex though,' you point out, recalling your brief interaction with Alina.\n\n<i>Wellllll, that's sort of inevitable when you give something a life of its own and awareness of its own fun bits,</i> the darkness replies, and even though there's no real way for the memory of voiceless words to have a tone, it still seems very amused somehow. <i>But those are all part of the package. Which part do you want?</i>\n\n'Huh?'\n\n<i>You were brought here to be made into a fairy of darkness. If you were meeting me in different circumstances, I could perhaps turn you into a fairy of light, or any fairy at all, or even a human. But right now it's a fairy of darkness, and you can choose what aspect of that you want the most.</i>\n\nYou start to ask what aspects it means, and yet, somehow you know. It's less an answer and more... something you just need to nudge yourself towards...\n\n<hr>\n[[Sex and depravity.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Violence and death.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Cunning and machinations.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Magic and power.|MiniEric]]

"Strong," you say a bit dazedly, staring right at those washboard abs.\n\nThe orc woman stares at you for a moment more... before slowly her lips curl upward in a wolfish grin, showing off a lot of white teeth (some of which look to have been sharpened) and a bit more of the two short tusks jutting up from her lower jaw. Before you can really react she reaches down and grabs you by the shoulder, hauling you up... and setting you on your feet again.\n\n"For a pinky you sure know what ta say ta a girl," she declares in a fairly deep voice, before letting out a short bark of laughter. "Just what you doing out here, pinky?"\n\nSeveral lies occur to you, but you're still a little dazed by the sudden turn this has taken and can't really manage anything but the truth. "I wanted to explore the ruins, but I alerted the orcs and then they were all over me, so I've been running all night."\n\nShe lifts her brows again, then lets out a snort. "Fukkit then, the menfolk won't be pissed if you don't escape. C'mon then, this way. Ah wait... gimme that there," she says, reaching over to snatch the cloth out of your hand.\n\nYou blink as she folds it, but decide not to resist as she ties it into a blindfold. A large, strong hand folds around your now empty one, and you're tugged forward. "Where are you taking me?"\n\n"Home," she replies with another chuckle. "Don't worry, pinky, you're not gonna wind up in the pot, we've got more flavorful stuff than you already stored up. I'mma get ya safe, fed, and bunked down, 'cause plenty of us'll have a hoot imaginin' Big Poppa turnin' brown with fury over not bein' able ta find ya."\n\nO... kay. It sounds like you may have discovered your enemy's enemy, and they're turning out to be marginally friendly. "Ah... I'm Eric."\n\n"Are ya? Alright then, pinky, I'm Lun. Now watch yer step... ah, right, y'can't, rock in front of ya."\n\nWith your eyes covered, you're a bit more aware of the sound and smell of the woman next to you. It's definitely... thicker... than other girls you've smelled before. There's sweat and something musky and just almost rank, but also a little bit... sweet, or maybe spicy? It's hard to say, especially since you're smelling a lot of your own sweat (and you think a bit of blood) at this point. Lun continues to give you other various instructions as you head along, and you can eventually hear a few quiet sounds of what must be a camp... fires crackling, people moving around, even a few murmurs and calls that Lun just answers with grunts. There's the sound of something being moved, and Lun's order to duck as you walk ahead, before she tugs you to a halt and pulls the blindfold off. You blink, but at least you're not blinded... it's mostly dark in here too. Some sort of tent, or tipi more like it, with a mismatched patchwork of cloth and hide sewn together and early morning sunlight seeping in through the seams. There's not a lot of room in here for more than a small pile of belongings including a waterskin and a pile of straw.\n\n"There's some jerky in the bags if ya don't have anything on ya. Get a bite and a drink and some sleep, pinky," Lun declares before stepping back out.\n\nYou're left standing there coming to grips with the fact that you've been rescued... or is it taken captive by someone else? Well, you're not exactly eager to find out just this moment, you're exhausted. You sit down and almost reach for the bag next to the waterskin, then hesitate. From the state of this tent and Lun's clothing and weapons, you get the sense that whoever they are, they don't exactly have a ton to spare. Digging out some jerky of your own and your own waterskin from your pouch of holding, you rather mechanically force yourself to eat and drink before flopping over onto the straw and passing out.\n\nWhen you come to, you don't feel a lot better than when you went to sleep, in part because your scratches from before are now itching. Doing your best to ignore them, you sit up and look around, then after a moment of waiting decide to try going outside. You push aside the flap, standing and stepping out as you do, blinking in the late afternoon sunlight.\n\nAs you thought, you seem to be in the middle of a camp, and a fair-sized one too, albeit not any of the tents or structures you can see are any more grand than the one you spent the morning in. Everyone here seems to be an orc woman, from around your own age (albeit all taller and more muscular than you), to a handful who have streaks of grey in their black hair (albeit still as toned and firm as Lun herself). There are about a dozen in immediate view, either resting or working on things like crude arrows or scraping hides, or tending the fires. Most of them are dressed in simple cloth stuff like Lun was, though some lack tops and others lack bottoms, and a few are even going around completely naked, showing off taut, oily green skin in the warm afternoon sun. You blush a little, trying not to stare, and at the same time not sure where else to look. You've definitely been taken to an orc camp... the female orc camp? Didn't Lun say something about 'the menfolk' almost like they were a whole separate... tribe, or something?\n\n... Speaking of Lun, maybe you ought to find her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go looking on your own.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go ask.|EricMF3x5]]

<b>Devious World</b> Eric Edition\n\nDevious World is a Choose Your Own Adventure style game. Thus there is no combat and no puzzles. It's purely about enjoying the story and getting to the good stuff without having to worry about grinding your stats or bumping into an overpowered monster for your level.\n\nDevious World is also an adult game, intended for mature audiences. It is entirely a work of fiction; all characters are fictional, all situations are fictional, nothing is drawn from real life. Fantasy is heavily stressed over reality. All characters are written by a legal adult, so should be considered to be portrayed by legal adults whatever their stated ages in the narrative may be.\n\nThis branch of the game focuses around a single character (Eric, the runaway) due to the limitations of the Twine 1 engine. For all further information, please see the main Devious World file.\n\n[[I am over 18 and I wanna play!|runawaystart]]

You definitely want out of here, but you also want out of here <i>alive</i>, and you've already beaten the odds to get to this point... no need to go making them worse on purpose. You keep your seat as a handful of people nevertheless volunteer and are sent on through a doorway.\n\n"Well! To those of you remaining, I think you've made the right choice!" the catgirl declares cheerfully as she turns back to face the seats, giving a bounce on the balls of her feet that has to be deliberate to make her boobs bounce alluringly. "Now, since the rest of you actually have a fair chance of interacting with me at some point, you can refer to me as 'Captain One'." Oh, yeah... now that she mentions it, you can see a little '1' tattooed below her right eye... you kind of thought it was just a bit of makeup or something before. ... To be honest you were probably distracted by her boobs. Though the sheer amount of nudity going on around you has kind of made you a little numb to it. "Now, you should all have received numbers when you arrived. Here in the Slave Corps, you will be referred to by your number. You'd better get used to it, and get used to your number changing occasionally." She smirks as there's some muttering and shifting around from the seats... you know you made an annoyed look, and your tattooed companion almost growled. "And if you're thinking 'That's bullshit' or 'I'm not the sort that likes to follow orders', you'd better become that sort fast. While this is a path to freedom for some of you, while you are here you are a slave... disobedience will result in punishment. And the Masters both have and provide to their <i>loyal</i> servants a vast number of very creative punishments to deal out."\n\nShe lets that sink in for a few moments, waiting for the room to go completely quiet before she continues. "Now! Like I said earlier, and now that we've had all of our Scout volunteers, there are two other sorts of assignments... Escorts and Cruisers. Escorts will have small crews, generally less than a dozen or so. Since we have several new escorts in need of crews, likely if you volunteer for Escort duty you'll be sorted into a completely new crew. Part of your responsibility in such a case will be to form your own command structure and sort out the functions of each crew member aboard the ship. And yes, even in the Slave Corps, 'Rank Hath Its Privileges'... ascending in the ranks will grant you a number of bonuses, benefits, and pleasures that can be as equally impressive as the punishments."\n\nCaptain One grins briefly, before adding, "Now, while the smaller crew means you're much more likely to be credited for more discoveries... so if your goal is to get out fast, there it is... and if you join a new crew there is the opportunity to proceed up the ranks much faster, so if your goal is to do well in the Slave Corps there's that as well... Escorts are still more lightly-armed than Cruisers, and have a pretty high turnover rate of both crew and, well, lost ships. Not nearly as high as Scouts, and I'm definitely not out to discourage you from joining an Escort crew, I'm just telling you how it is. So! As before, we'll be taking volunteers. Anyone that wants to join an Escort crew, please step forward now. Everyone else, you'll be sorted into a Cruiser crew."\n\n<hr>\n[[Join an Escort crew.|CyDark]]\n\n[[Join a Cruiser crew.|CyDark]]

... Well, maybe not beg, but... "F-fine then! If you're gonna do it, then do it!" you snap at him, wriggling a little in place, your hips taking the opportunity to be more honest and wriggle a bit towards him, rubbing your pussy up against those heft balls. "B-but I bet you don't really have the guts!"\n\nHapposai's leer grows even wider... whether it's because he's about to disprove your challenge or because he sees through your attempt, you're not sure, because the next moment he pulls back and settles the tip of his cock against your pussy and, with barely a hesitation, thrusts into you up to the hilt.\n\nYour eyes roll and you let out a truly whorish little whimper as you instantly cum from the feel of that huge, tingly cock thrusting into you, spreading your pussy open and creating a visible bulge in your belly. The feel of him so big and hot and throbbing inside you, stretching you open, your pussy molding around every bit of him as it quivers and squeezes and gushes with your climax... to say you're instantly addicted to cock would probably be an understatement. Your tongue juts out and your eyes stay half rolled-up as Happosai starts thrusting, your body jolting with the impacts despite his small size, your cum-smeared tits bouncing and jiggling with the motion of his thrusts.\n\n"Hwoohhhh, ohhhh oh unh unh unh," you squeal half-mindlessly, shamelessly letting out truly slutty noises as the little old pervert pounds your pussy, his ki-enhanced cock seeming to get larger the more you give yourself over to it, bulging up your stomach more and more, pushing deeper into you and stretching you wider, Happosai's delight at your obvious submission to his prick seeming to physically swell it.\n\n"Kyuhuhu, didn't take much more than a good fucking to turn you into a complete slut, eh Ranma?" he sneers, your brain too overwhelmed with pleasure to even think of denying it. "I doubt you'd even be able to turn back into a guy now... even a curse has to admit that you're nothing but a woman!"\n\n'Fuck I hope so,' your brain spits out, shuddering. In fact it's almost like you can feel it with your next orgasm... the curse claiming you completely as you submit to your utter lust to do nothing but take cocks in your quivering cunt for the rest of your life. Your eyes roll up further and your tongue lolls out farther as you give up completely, your hips starting to rock towards Happosai as your excited body begins to overcome the poison... with little other result than you being able to wrap your legs around that diminutive body pumping its powerful prick into you, and your hands to grab your tits and knead them roughly, massaging the sweat-diluted load of cum into them.\n\nEventually Happosai pulls out of you, you think largely so that you can have a good look at just how big he's gotten, the tip of his prick practically nudging the underside of your breasts as he flops it against your belly and strokes with both hands. The load of ki-infused cum that sprays all over you is enough to frost you like a cake, a thick layer of tingling energetic goo that has you cumming all over again just from being soaked in it again, your body arching and your pussy visibly trembling as you let out more whorish noises.\n\n"Hu hu hu... so, Ranma, what do you have to say now, eh?" Happosai demands with a smirk.\n\n<hr>\n[["Nnnnh... more..."|FRanX]]\n\n[["Master, let me serve you!"|FRanX]]\n\n[[Punt.|FRanX]]

Suddenly feeling a bit less intimidated, you grin. "Oh, issat all?" You open the case just enough to dart your hand in and peel off a pair of bills, before darting your hand out and exchanging them for the paper slip, starting to trot upstairs. "Thanks for the receipt, seeya later!"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa whoa." Nabiki turns on the stairs, frowning first at the money and then at you. "You're <i>always</i> broke, Saotome. I even let you put last month off because of it, s'why your tab's so high this time. I really thought I was gonna be able to get you to let me take some cheesecake pics to pay it off. All of a sudden you've not only got cash, but you're not whining about giving it to me? Something doesn't add up here."\n\n"Er." Oh crap. Turning back to her, you clear your throat. Maybe a little lie and a lot of truth will work here. "Well, when Akane punted me yesterday, I found this little hairpin in an old shrine."\n\n"Little hairpin. Old shrine," Nabiki echoes, folding her arms and looking dubious.\n\n"Seriously! It turned out to be worth a little money, so I sold it, that's all!"\n\n"I see." She purses her lips, still eyeing you. "How much money?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Truth.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lie.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Yeah... seems to you that this thing could serve much better if you gave it to someone that wasn't as ridiculously unreliable as the old pervert. Who knows what he'd do with it, after all, even if he did hold to his promise to turn you back into a guy?\n\nThere's an old guy in town that runs a creepy little antique type shop... you know that some of the weird magical items that you've had to put up with over the years have come from there. Everything was always way too expensive for you, and the guy claimed he didn't have anything that could help your curse anyway. But that was before you had a bargaining chip like this one. Eager now, you go racing through the woods and back towards Nerima, grinning broadly at your own brilliance. There's no possible way this could backfire!\n\nEventually you arrive at the shop and push it open, the bell over the door jingling. It's dim and cluttered inside... well, that's about what you'd expect from this sort of place, isn't it? Winding your way through the racks and tables, you arrive at the counter and impatiently pound the attention bell a few times, wiggling a bit in your eagerness to have done with it. The crazy-looking old coot (but at least he's not as shriveled as Happosai) makes his way out of the back, sucking at his teeth and eyeing you.\n\n"Oh, it's the boy with the Chinese curse that makes him not a boy." He giggles, eyeing your current redheaded form up and down. Bleh, maybe he's a dirty old man after all... oh well, he's never tried to grope you, so he's still a few rungs up. "I've already told you, I've nothing that could undo Jusenkyo's spells."\n\n"Oh yeah? Even if I'd be able to trade... this?!" you say, flourishing the hairpin. You feel almost unbearably smug as he gasps dramatically, eyes widening.\n\n"The Tanuki's Hairpin! Oh my, oh my." He wrings his wrinkled hands, staring at the small bit of jewelry. "What a thing to have in my shop! What an addition to the collection it would be!" He glances side to side, then beckons to you to follow him back through the doorway and into the back area. There, he draws out a key and unlocks another door, leading you into another room filled with display cases. He lights a small oil lantern that barely illuminates the room, then turns back to you. "Very well, I will trade you one of my best items for it."\n\n"Thought you said you didn't have any cures for my curse, huh?" you note, just a bit annoyed. You rest your hands on your hips and glance around. "You been holding out on me after all?"\n\n"I have nothing that will <i>undo</i> Jusenkyo's curse, that is the truth. But I have several items that could... mitigate it. But you need not be so focused on that!"\n\n"Eh? Whattya mean?"\n\n"I have many items, with many powers. For example, I've heard you have a fear of cats, do you not?" He chuckles at your obvious shudder just at the word. "I have an item that could help with that. Or your infamous problems with women and rivals, I've oft seen you chased down the street by a crowd, I've solutions for that as well. With other problems in your life satisfied, perhaps your curse would seem less onerous... you do have one of the milder and less inconvenient ones, after all." He pauses, then shrugs. "And if you are not the truly adventurous sort, there is always monetary compensation."\n\n"Just straight-out buying it? I dunno, it'd have to be a loooot of money." Then, out of curiosity, you add, "How much?" When he tells you, you almost choke. "N-no way! No way you have that much, when you run this dinky little place!"\n\nThe old man giggles. "Oh, I own this place because it is according to my taste. One does not collect and trade in magical artifacts without being exceptionally wealthy, child. I guarantee you, I'm good for it."\n\nYour head spins a little. He's talking about "above the law" levels of money, practically more than some poor traveling martial artist like you can conceive of. Still... getting rid of any of those other problems is almost equally tempting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Mitigate the Jusenkyo curse.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cure your ailurophobia.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fix your social life.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Money money money money money!|FRanX9x2]]

"Uh... the money," you finally say. Heck, you don't like your curse, but you've lived with it this long. With that much cash, maybe you can solve some of the other problems yourself. "I'll take the money."\n\n"Very well... I like to encourage a little interestingness in people's lives, but if you prefer boring old wealth," the old man sighs. He accepts the hairpin leaf from you and tucks it into one of the cases, then leads you back out front and pulls out... a laptop. You stare as he spends a few moments accessing something, before closing the computer and moving to swing aside a picture and open up a safe. Stacks and stacks of money come out, thunking down on the counter, until finally he pulls out a leather doctor's bag and sets the stacks and something else in it before closing it up. "There you go. I've given you about $1,000,000 to start you off with, the rest is in the account associated with the card I put in as well. It doesn't have a very good interest rate, but you don't get charged at ATMs!"\n\n"Uh... great. Thanks." Still unable to believe that you're about to pick up a million dollars (US... shouldn't it be yen? oh who cares). You then pick up a million dollars, glancing briefly in the case before walking out, lightheaded. Holy crap, you're rich. Like, spend the rest of your life in luxury rich! You stand on the sidewalk outside the shop just taking it in for a moment. You're carrying a million bucks as <i>walking around</i> money. Incredible! You quickly take out the card and tuck it into a hidden pocket inside your tunic you made awhile back... you usually carry a few hundred yen in it, this is considerably more valuable.\n\nWow. The world lays open at your feet, with this much cash. So the question is, where to go now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Back to the dojo.|FRanX9x3]]\n\n[[Check into a high-class hotel.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The airport.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You're still way too stunned by the enormity of what just happened to start making any big decisions. You decide to head back to the place you're most familiar with, the Tendo Dojo, at least for now. Besides, it is sort of home. Maybe you'll wind up feeling generous and paying Soun back for the housing or something!\n\nIt's fading into evening by the time you get back to the dojo, and you slip in through the front door, intending to head up the stairs to your room. You give a little 'erk' as you almost run into Nabiki coming down the stairs, the brown-haired girl wearing a white tanktop and denim shorts. She stops where she is, quirking her eyebrows and resting one hand on her hip. "Trying to sneak past, Saotome?"\n\n"Uh, not really."\n\n"Sure you weren't. It's coming up on end of the month, which means that payment's coming do for all the various wonderful services I've provided." She dips into a pocket and comes up with a slip of paper, proferring it between two fingers. "Your tab. Between timely hot water, keeping my mouth shut about various things I saw, and one set of emergency clothes, your total comes to $200. Hope you've found a few odd jobs to do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Pay her.|FRanX9x4]]\n\n[[Put her off.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Chalk one up for another strange first, because you find yourself turning a bit more towards him, reaching out a hand to run it up and down the creamy-leather-like hide of his chest, making him start a bit and stare down at you with yellow eyes. "Hey," you say, blushing as your voice comes out in a near-purr. "Ever thought about trying it with a willing girl?"\n\n"Yes, of course," he clicks in reply, though his slight squirming as you continue running your hands along his hide rather delights you. "Although... admittedly I never quite expected it to be a human making completely willing <i>advances</i> towards me."\n\n"Yeah, I guess that's what this is, huh?" you reply as you turn on the bench-seat to face him, leaning forward and reaching out to run your fingertips along that glistening red spear of a cock. Striped Trouble gives a few low hoots, then steps closer, leaning back to bring his prick in and up towards you. You bite your lower lip a bit, glancing up at his head as you wrap a hand around his shaft and begin stroking it, watching the obvious pleasure on his reptilian face as you feel his prick throb, hot and slick in your hand, dribbling streams of thin, clear pre over your fingers. Oh fuck it smells so good... you wonder if that's something they did when they gave you this girl's body, or if it's just something about you. Either way, it's another day for firsts... you're about to suck the cock of an alien dinosaur.\n\nEither way, the moment you do slide your lips over the tapered tip of that veiny crimson cock, you start moaning lowly. It tastes sooo good, and it feels absolutely amazing between your lips and dribbling that delicious pre all over your tongue. You quickly start bobbing your head, taking in more and more of it with each stroke. You slide one of your hands up and down his side, caressing that reptilian hide while your other hands go to his leathery sack, fondling it and feeling how full it is, listening to his chirps and coos above you. Despite your lack of inexperience you're soon working it all the way down your throat, feeling your pussy heated and dripping beneath its seal, a sort of tension and need spreading from your belly out through your body. And despite never even hearing of a girl cumming from giving a blowjob, the moment that Striped Trouble gives a trilling moan and starts flooding your mouth with hot, intense-tasting seed, your whole body shudders in orgasm, moans filling your throat almost as much as the Raptarran jizz you're gulping down.\n\nLaying one of his hands atop your head, Striped Trouble nudges you to lay back onto the couch, your legs spreading as you're pushed into position. Moving to the lower end of it, the Raptarran brings his claws forward, delicately peeling the white paperlike seal off, revealing your hairless pussy beneath. Those predatory yellow eyes fix on you as he moves in, and you feel a heady mixture of fear and arousal run through you as that toothy maw opens wide, and then lightly closes around your crotch. You tremble a little as you feel those razor sharp teeth pressing ever so lightly against your skin, then gasp loudly when his powerful, pointed tongue starts moving across your pussy. You moan as he starts licking you, tongue incredibly agile and strong as it moves over your folds and works inside you. Your fingers grab on to the edges of the bench's padding, and you do your best not to buck your hips in the instinctive fuck-motions they want to move in, but even when you do he easily moves his head to avoid his teeth puncturing your skin. "Oh <i>fuck</i>!" you yowl out as that powerful saurian tongue slides inside you, stroking in and out as easily and thickly as a cock.\n\nYou're brought to at least three quivering, leg-twitching orgasms before Striped Trouble raises his head, running his dripping tongue along his flat reptilian lips. You pant for a few moments, then without direction turn over, once again straddling the bench, but this time slid further towards the back, your dripping pussy hanging over the edge slightly as you balance on the balls of your feet and let your upper body rest on the padding. Striped Trouble hoots happily as he moves into place, and both of you yowl in pleasure as his cock finally thrusts deep into your pussy. He begins using a quick, rolling motion of his hips, tail sweeping back and forth for counterbalance as he pumps into you, your pussy quivering around his throbbing saurian shaft.\n\n"Nnnh! Nnh, Stripe!" you gasp out, writhing against the piloting bench, your skin glistening with sweat, sensing as much as feeling or hearing the powerful apex predator looming above you as his inhuman cock pumps into your eager cunt.\n\n"Hhhhha, yes, Cypher?" he chirps back in an imitation of calm, though the trill in his voice says he's as awash with pleasure as you are.\n\nA million thoughts fire through your head at once, but the one you wind up blurting out is\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you!"|BadCypher]]\n\n[["Rape me!"|BadCypher10x5]]

"FfffFUCK!" you yowl. "Fuck, I love your cock, fucking rape me baby!" you gasp out, reaching back and up to grab at his neck, hauling him down so you can feel him closer on top of you as he takes you, feel that power, that relentless killing machine that's pounding your sodden pussy. "Rape me, rape me like you would any fucking pig human, fuck me!"\n\nThere's absolute silence for a moment, before Striped Trouble lets out a trill that the nanites choose to translate as 'the noise of ultimate happiness'. He almost instantly begins thrusting a lot harder, pounding you forward against the piloting bench, leaving you to yowl and shriek in shameless pleasure as your pussy clamps around him in orgasm. His bony reptilian hands slip under you, grabbing indelicately at your perky little tits, his claws leaving stinging scratches that have you reveling in them even amidst all the pleasure from your pussy.\n\nBoth of you yowl, one more inhumanly than the other, as he thrusts forward and floods your pussy with potent Raptarran cum. But his glistening red shaft has barely finished spurting inside you when he yanks it out and rams it all up your ass in a single thrust, making you yowl in another, more intense orgasm as your ass is violated. You buck back against him, urging your ass onto his cock, your voice breathy and desperate as you cry out. "Fuck, fuck baby, rape me, rape me hard, rape my bitch ass!"\n\n"Nnnh, raping you is so good," Striped Trouble low-shrieks, that long, powerful tongue flicking out and dragging along your back, neck, and the side of your head, before he closes his jaws around your shoulder. You groan happily at feeling him exert just enough pressure to leave a series of little punctures in the shape of his muzzle, the clicks and hoots escaping him all possessive and adoring even as he brutally pounds you against the pilot bench as if trying to destroy your ass.\n\nEventually he pulls out, giving himself a few last strokes with one of his bony hands as he decorates your trim ass and sleek back with the rest of his load while you writhe and moan beneath him. After a few moments you roll over again, spreading your legs wide and hooking them around his as he moves to start thrusting back into his pussy, that dragonlike face lowering in close to yours, sharp teeth in near your face. You groan happily, running your hands along the sides of his neck as you draw him in. "Rape me, baby, rape me forever," you gasp out.\n\n"Nnnnh, yes, my darling slut-warrior, I will rape you for the rest of our lives," he hoots back, that toothy maw spreading so that you can suck on his tongue, bobbing your head over it and swirling your own tongue around it, figuring fellating his tongue is probably the closest the two of you will get to an actual kiss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher10x6]]

Well, whatever, round is as good as square, right? Plus there's more space, and after suddenly being trapped in that little portion of hallway so they could do... whatever... to you (which you're basically trying not to think about), you head off down the circular hallway.\n\nOr try to.\n\nThe moment you're about to step through, there's a flash and the doorway is suddenly filled by a sort of weird flickery gold energy field. Unfortunately your momentum is such that even your attempt to lurch back from it overbalances you, spins you around, and sends you right through, impacting against the surface. There's instantly a strange stretching, rushing feeling like you're being pulled like taffy, only to insane lengths, your whole body squished and squeezed and finally compressed like rubber before you hit the ground and go rolling, feeling the impact of grass and dirt under your naked body as you tumble a short distance before stopping.\n\nWoozy and not a little nauseous, you sit up and look around blearily. Behind you, you can just barely see something sinking... or more accurately, burrowing into the earth, the loose dirt collapsing in behind it and covering it completely. A glance around shows that it's probably mid-afternoon, and you're suddenly outside. Luckily it's not a jungle-ish environment like last time, but instead sort of wide open rolling hills. Still, you're completely naked outside and confused... and jump a little as text appears floating in front of you.\n\n<b>You will obey all directives. Disobedience will result in punishment.</b>\n\nAfter a moment, the second sentence disappears, but the first one remains and shrinks off into the corner, where it's constantly at the edge of your vision. Then a new set of prominent text pops up.\n\n<b>You will scout the area and look for signs of life or anything of interest.</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Guess you're scouting the area.|CyGate]]\n\n[[Fuck this!|CyGate]]

Hm. Well, if '2XL' is just super huge, you're kind of curious just how big it could get. You tap that option, then watch as Tifa springs back into motion.\n\nAlmost immediately, however, she gasps and jerks upright, dropping the cleaning cloth, hands jerking towards her crotch. "What's... something's on me, it's-" Then she gasps even louder, hips giving a jerk forward as the front of her skirt starts to bulge. The press outwards against it gets rapidly larger and larger, pushing the skirt upwards and revealing the front of her white panties stretched taut over what's now straining at the cloth, pressing it both forward and downward.\n\nIn mere moments the panties tear asunder, spilling their new load outward to wobble and sway back and forth... in two different directions. Tifa now has a pair of long, fat cocks that are getting longer and fatter by the moment, the thick shafts throbbing and starting to dribble pre as she whimpers, apparently unable to help grabbing one with each hand and stroking at them, desperate to relieve some of the new and strange pressure building in them. A pair of heavy balls... actually it looks like it might be more of a quartet, albeit in one hefty sack... drops down, hanging heavy and low below the twin pair of pricks as they continue getting longer and thicker by the moment.\n\nIt's not long before each one is almost as long and thick as her arm, and her eyes have rolled up slightly as she continues stroking them, now more in a twitchy, desperate motion that says it's both more deliberate and unthinking. Her tongue lolls out a bit. "Haaaa... haaaa... f-feels too good," she groans, thrusting her hips towards her own stroking hands. She frees one hand long enough to yank her shirt up and spill her full tits free, then angles her cocks up, rubbing them against the undersides of her own boobs as she strokes them. "Nnnh, f-fuck, I need to fuck, I need to fuck...!"\n\nDang, this is more than your futanari spank bank can handle! What to do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon a girl for her to fuck.|FF7X18x3]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Let her fuck you.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Deny her.|FF7X]]

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

"Thrust Shaft" isn't a very exact name... but given the sort of sim this is, you have a general idea what it probably is. Like, a 50/50 guess at the very least. When you tap it mostly out of curiosity, though, it brings up a new menu with several more options... apparently there's not just the one type.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft Standard|FF7X]] - Apparently the 'default'. Though you bet it's more of a default for porn rather than a realistic default.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft XL|FF7X]] - The "extra large" version, you're guessing. Since as noted it's probably working off of a porn... or hentai... scale, you can only imagine what the XL must be like.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft 2XL|FF7X18x2]] - Just even bigger than the last one? You'd hope it would be more interesting than that, but eh.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft EQN|FF7X]] - That one, you've got no real clue. 'EQN'? That's not a size label you're familiar with.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft Conversion|FF7X]] - 'Conversion'?

"Oh geez, what are the odds?" Julian says comfortingly, patting your arm.\n\n"One in six," you grumble back, rubbing your face with one hand.\n\n"Well, go on, Amazing," Deacon says with a laugh, tossing the ring towards you.\n\nYou catch it, actually managing to be halfway smooth about doing so, then eye it balefully for a moment. You ask "It goes away the second I take the ring off, right?" and wait for a nod before sliding it onto your right ring finger. The change is... really fast and really smooth, you can actually feel your body changing but it's so quick and oddly natural that you barely notice your chest pushing outward or your waist thinning or the tickle of hair sliding down your neck and shoulders, though your pants getting noticeably more snug around your hips is more stand-out. Proobably lucky, since you can otherwise feel the waistband sagging some and only catching on them. You notice that Julian's staring, and Deacon is a bit too, though there's still a hint of a grin on his lips as he does. You sigh, and ask, "What, am I a 'lovely lady'?" You then blink and can't quite resist the urge to touch your (daintier) fingertips to your (softer) lips. Wow, your voice was, uh... well, pretty.\n\n"Um, y-yeah, you are, actually," Julian murmurs, his face rather red as he points at the full-length mirror the two of you share.\n\nYou walk over to it, trying to ignore the slight jiggling beneath your shirt and how odd it feels when it rubbing against you feels rather more noticeable in two specific spots. You take a look and... well, yeah. Your hair's now down past your shoulders, to the bottom of your shoulderblades in back. You wouldn't say you're knock-out gorgeous, but... 'lovely' is probably an apt description at least, with the sort of 'popular girl' face with naturally pink lips and perfect skin that usually takes photoshop for others to achieve. You blush a little yourself at the sight of your new C-cups under the thin cloth of your shirt... especially the pokey bits at the tips of them. It does look like your pants are just barely hanging on due to your hips being curvier. Without really thinking about it you turn around and... yeah your butt's definitely rounder too. \n\n"Enjoying the view?"\n\nYou jump a little at Deacon's teasing comment, whirling back around to face them with your face getting even hotter. "Oh ha ha. Pretty sure you were looking at it too!" you snap back.\n\n"I absolutely was," Deacon admits frankly, making you blink. You glance at Julian, but he's just blushing and grinning at you sheepishly, his ears down to the sides and tail slowly curling back and forth. "You rather externally match your name now, Amazing. ... Hey, let us see them."\n\n"What?!" you squeak, not thinking to pretend you don't know what he was talking about since you were actually kind of thinking it too, instead just clapping your arms across your chest... and wincing a little. Geez, those are sort of tender!\n\n"Oh, come on, don't you feel you have a bit of a duty to two other healthy young men of your acquaintance to put on a bit of a show for us?" Deacon replies, voice smooth but lips leering just a bit. "Wouldn't you appreciate it if it had been one of <i>us</i> who lost and we decided to show off?"\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, but you can't quite get the lie out. Instead you look at Julian for help... but his face is completely red, and he just murmurs, barely audible, "It's... it's not like it's really your body, or you're really a girl, right? Showing us your chest... isn't that big of a deal, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh... fine.|RunFF]]\n\n[[... No way!|RunFF]]

"I mean, there's a whole bunch of cocks from our school right over there, yanno?" you note with a giggle, already sauntering towards the pack of guys still staring at the two of you. \n\n"Oooo, like, totally!" Akane chirps excitedly, hurrying to catch up with you, her barely-restrained tits wobbling. "Bonus, they can totally spread it around the school what complete trashy sluts we are an' stuff!"\n\n"Bonus~!" you squeal.\n\nThe boys are all staring at you as you approach, most of them very obviously hard in their pants. Oooo, there's a couple of nice big ones mixed in there too! You don't recall any of their names, but who cares. You just raise a hand and waggle your elaborate nails at them with a cheerful, "Hi guys~!"\n\n"Hey, you guys wanna, like, <i>hang out</i>?" Akane asks with a suggestive giggle... of course, since you're both brainless sluts, she doesn't think that's obvious enough and leans forward, pulling her bikini top away from her tits a bit to flash her nipples at them.\n\nThere's a lot of spluttering and general making of high-pitched noises, before one of the boys manages, "A-Akane... Ranma, uh... what happened?"\n\n"We just, like, learned about the power of gyaru love an' junk," you reply breezily, stepping up and cupping his crotch, giggling happily at his loud gasp and how he throbs against your fingers through his pants. You reach out to cup one of the other guys as well, rubbing them both shamelessly right there in the open at the mall, Akane having moved to rub her tits up and down another boy's chest. "Anyway, like, take us to a hotel room and fuck us, okay?"\n\n"And, like, call some friends too, yanno?" Akane adds in a burst of slutty inspiration you absolutely admire. "Like, our holes are tooootally free use, it's the gyaru love way!"\n\nSoon all of you have retired to the nearest cheapass love motel room... well, the nearest <i>large</i> cheapass love motel room, since you're arriving with a small crowd and hoping for a bigger one. And of course you're already squatting down, legs spread wide to make your skirt ride up and show off your bare pussy, top pulled down under your tits as you stroke two of the boys off, turning your head back and forth to suck on their cocks and shamelessly work your pierced tongue over them, moaning loudly and happily at being given the honor of pleasuring pricks. Akane meanwhile has discarded her skirt-belt but left her bikini top in place even as she presses her tits around the cock of a boy sprawled on the bed, slapping them down eagerly on his lap as she flicks and lashes her tongue pornographically at his prick whenever it emerges from between her big tan udders. \n\nMost of the boys have stripped down and are already stroking their stiff dicks as they stare at the sight in front of them, clearly not quite certain it's real. But soon one of them cracks enough that he moves forward, grabbing Akane's hips and lifting her ass up in the air. She doesn't stop working her tits around the one on the bed's cock even as her angle is changed. The boy behind her pulls aside her tiny little bottoms (not that they were actually hiding much of her dripping, puffy pussy) and roughly crams his prick into her, Akane just letting out an excited, slutty laugh at having her virginity taken so abruptly. She starts rocking back and forth between the one fucking behind her and the one on the bed, working her tits over him as she smirks up at his face, silently encouraging him to cum whenever he wants.\n\nJealous of your bestie actually getting dicked down (as much fun as you're having using your mouth), you rise to your feet and turn, bending over to put yourself between the two boys you'd been stroking and sucking. It doesn't exactly take much for them to get the hint, one of them grabbing your hips and thrusting into your pussy near-instantly, similarly roughly claiming your own virginity. At nearly the same time the other stuffs his prick into your mouth and thoughtlessly crams it right down your throat... exactly as you wanted. You stroke the stranger's hips worshipfully, looking up at him with a bright blue gaze that encourages him to think of your full, painted lips and hot, gulping mouth as nothing for a toilet to dump his load of jizz in.\n\nOf course with both of you being so utterly eager and shameless with trying to get them off, the boys don't last too long, and soon they're moaning, Akane's tits getting a nice thick coat of milky white paint and a flood of sweet sticky spunk flooding down your throat, and both of you getting your completely unprotected pussies pumped full of virile teenage jizz. More confident now, the next wave of boys moves forward, the next two to claim the use of you taking up the same positions as the last, one giving your ass a good, hard, well-deserved slap before stuffing his prick into your messy cunt, the other grabbing hold of your hair and shoving your face down into his crotch as he starts rough-fucking your throat. The next boy up on the bed similarly grabs Akane by the hair and hauls her forward, Akane obediently moving up onto the already cum-stained mattress like the bitch in heat you both are, jizz-dripping tits wobbling underneath her as she gets into position. Another boy moves up behind her, claiming his sloppy seconds of what are hopefully going to be sloppy-twenty-thirds at least before this is all over.\n\nAs you go through several more rounds of boys spitroasting you, grabbing your tits and spanking your ass and groping you all over like the sex toy you are, you're fairly certain there are more boys arriving (and probably a few leaving) but you don't really pay attention to that... it's only important there are cocks here and you need to service <i>every single one</i>! The thought briefly occurs to your little fuck-addled brain that you'd really love it if the entire city wound up wandering in here to fuck you at some point! Probably a little much to hope for, but a gyaru can dream~!\n\nEventually though you're grabbed and hauled over to the bed, eagerly straddling the boy who does and sliding your recently virgin and now thoroughly cum-drenched and well-used pussy down on his cock, starting to bounce on him as he squeezes and sucks your tits. Right beside you Akane's been pulled into the same position, and with another slutty laugh the both of you lean over, sticking your tongues out of your mouths and flicking them together, reaching out to squeeze one another's asses with one hand, letting your decorated plastic nails stick out against one another's tan skin. Gotta show the boys some hot lesbian action, right~?\n\nOf course as expected and hoped, that just incites them even more, and within moments the two of you are being shoved forward, and you and your bestie let out nearly identical whorish squeals as your asses are stuffed with cock as well. Of course you immediately start working your hips up and down, encouraging both the boy below you and the one on top to pump into your holes as hard and fast as they can. You can feel them rubbing together inside you, both throbbing, both eager, both only getting further riled up by feeling another cock rubbing and stroking against their own through the thin wall of flesh. Of course, with the last of their restraint breaking down, it's not long before more boys are climbing up onto the bed to fuck your faces as well, finally using all three of the holes for their intended purpose. Then it's not long before more are pressing to your sides, allowing you the privilege of jerking them off as you're fucked and used and stuffed like a good gyaru~!\n\nYou're pulled into various positions occasionally, sometimes with your legs sticking up in the air and wagging shamelessly, big firm tits jiggling with impacts, and other times shoved down with your well-fucked ass in the air, udders squashed against someone's chest or face, but now it's always with three cocks in you, making proper use of those slutty, eager holes you're just a life support system for, more cocks in your hands, sometimes cocks shoved under your arms stroking against the soft flesh of your armpits, or rubbing against your thighs or feet. Cock, cock, cock, so much cock~, most of it from boys at your school who will tell the entire town what a fucking slut you and your best friend are! It's like Heaven!\n\nEventually there's a pause, though, the boys lingering back a bit, cocks only half-hard as they breathe heavily, eyes slightly glassy as they stare at you and Akane half-laying on the bed, propped up on your long-nailed hands, tan skin spattered pretty much every inch with some amount of cum, the two of you giggling and sucking at your fingers to get some more of it on your tongue.\n\n<hr>\n[["Round two?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Better make sure we're knocked up!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Show us what toilets we really are!"|FRanX]]

Obviously it would have to be Ranma, right? The star of the show, as it were. Grinning, you pass the tablet back to Baru. "Have them bring in Ranma Saotome."\n\n"Yes, Lord and Master." She taps the tablet and says, in an even more formal tone than usual, "Lord Aurik wishes Ranma Saotome brought to his Personal Oversight Room."\n\n"Does he want the prisoner in male form, female form, or both?" a male voice asks in reply.\n\nThat makes you blink. You could understand the first two options, but. Taking the tablet out of Baru's hands, you look down at it. "Both?"\n\n"Ah, Lord Aurik, forgive my lack of proper reverence, I did not know you were so nearby," the Trikeron currently pictured there says with a bow of the head. "Yes, in response to your provided intel about this target, we prepared to be able to present them to you as a male, a female, or both at once."\n\n"You mean like... both traits on one body?"\n\n"No, my Lord, although we can of course do so if that is your wish. What I mean to say is, we have prepared a special batch of gene-fluid to cause the two forms to split, with all of their knowledge and memories duplicated between them. A male version and a female version, separate and distinct, both for your use."\n\n"Huh. I see." You frown a little, thoughtfully. "Wouldn't there be a lot of annoyance with them talking in unison and being totally in sync?"\n\n"Normally there would, my Lord, but we have performed similar processes of 'twinning' before. We have found the best method is to use an example of the subject's planetary-local media and add it to the two's brains as a recent experience, one a positive aspect of media and the other negative. Our culture review team has identified the most useful shows in this case as being a somewhat dated live-action show 'Mister Rogers' Neighborhood' and a more recent animated one, 'Big Mouth'. By our calculations, after having an episode of each edited into their memories, one will be a marginally better person, while the other will have a small part of their soul irreparably and utterly destroyed. That should prevent any annoying 'stereo' issues. But that is if your Lordship wishes both at once, if it is merely a case of wanting one or the other an application of temperature-appropriate water and a genetic lock is all that is necessary."\n\n... Well that's a lot of information to process. Maybe just set it aside and focus on the fact that you can either play with Ranma in either form, or have two Ranmas (one of each) to play with.\n\n<hr>\n[[Male Ranma.|TriRoomRanmaMale]]\n\n[[Female Ranma.|TriRoomRanmaFemale]]\n\n[[Both.|TriRoomRanmaDuo]]

You'll mess around with the other attack options later, maybe there'll be some tutorial balloon that pops up explaining them by then anyway. You try out leaping forward and swinging your sword at one of the guards, and find yourself perfectly propelled in front of them to bring the massive blade down. It slices right through, but doesn't seem to do any other damage other than causing him to jerk back as if he'd been punched before turning into translucent red light and disappearing as you instinctively leap back to the spot where you were standing. You feel a bit of relief... it's one thing to see gore and sprays of blood on the computer screen, but you're not sure if you could have stomached this sim if people's guts came spilling out when you cut them in half. The other guard raises their gun, which chatters briefly and you feel a handful of small bursts of pain in your chest, like sudden and somewhat exaggerated insect stings, as your HP bar drops. Luckily the pain doesn't last, and when you repeat your leaping attack, the other guard dissipates as well.\n\nYou find yourself giving your sword a few satisfied slashes in the air before twirling and sheathing it at your back again. A screen pops up reading a meager trickle of XP and AP, though you do level up off of it, so you've got that going for you. The menu collapses down to just your name and HP/MP bars, with an arrow at the side. Tapping the arrow shows the same commands as before, though now 'Items' and 'Setup' have been added to them. The 'Items' menu seems obvious, so you check out 'Setup'. Looks like that's where the more complex menus like for equipping things, summoning party members, and changing the color of the dialog boxes is. You'll mess with it later. For now you decide to hurry across the platform and down the stairs to catch up with the others. \n\nYou find them gathered around the gates to the reactor, with a skinny guy with brown hair glancing up from where a woman in practical, though somewhat run-down clothing is messing with an open panel. "Oh hey there, new guy! We were just introducing everyone. Well, sort of. Cloud's kinda in a bad mood, I guess," he says, grinning sheepishly, then wincing as the blonde scowls at him. "Um, anyway, he did say you're his 'senpai', right? Mister...?"\n\nEverything pauses, and a dashed line appears under 'Ex-SOLDIER' on your menu, which has now been replaced by 'Eric'. So it defaults to your own name, but you can fill in something else if you want. Heh, there's always the option of something completely stupid just to amuse yourself when it gets said in the midst of ultra-serious dialog. Or maybe kind of self-aggrandizing. Or both.\n\n<hr>\n[["'Eric'."|FF7M]]\n\n[["I'm 'God', of course."|FF7M]]\n\n[["Call me 'Mr. Huge Cock'."|FF7M]]\n\n[["A lot of people call me 'Fuckhead'."|FF7M]]

You make a show of thinking it over, while idly swaying your now even longer and thicker stiff prick back and forth above Nabiki's head, making her sway gently on all fours as if entranced. "I don't think that's quite enough," you say with a mock long-suffering sigh.\n\n"Oh pleeeeeease," she whimpers pathetically, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.\n\nSighing melodramatically again and rolling your eyes, you glance down at her. "Oh, tell you what. If you give me every cent you have everywhere, sign over literally everything you own to me, and agree to become my slave for the rest of your life, I <i>guess</i> I'll fuck your worthless, useless ass."\n\nNabiki hesitates for only a moment, though you can tell it's practically destroying her to think about it. Then she sees a huge pearl of pre build up at the tip of your cock, and you can actually see part of her identity crumble in her eyes as she turns and goes scrambling back to her desk. She goes into a flurry of work at her laptop and files, before walking back over to you, holding out a small stack of papers with trembling hands. "H-here... two million dollars, a legal document saying everything I own now belongs to you, and another one saying I'm your property, I... I don't know how well it'll hold up in court, but oh God please..."\n\n"Well. Fine," you answer with a little huff as you take the papers. "But you understand I'm doing you a huge favor by agreeing to this, right?"\n\n"Oh, thank you, thank you," she gushes, quickly yanking off her (well, you suppose technically your) shirt, setting those huge tits of hers to swaying and wobbling as she just as eagerly shoves down and out of her shorts. She hurries to the bed and bends over it, reaching back and using both hands to spread her asscheeks, baring her pale, perfect pucker to you, along with the soft pink pussy dribbling down her inner thighs.\n\nYou take a moment to touch the pendant and access the debug menu, manifesting a literal gallon of the 'Ultralube' it has as an option. Unscrewing the cap, you upend it over your armlike cock, letting it splash and dribble over it until it's literally dripping with the glistening clear goo. Stepping forward, you press the huge head up to Nabiki's pucker, then start to push in, the tight little ring quickly starting to smooth out as it spreads wider and wider around just your cockhead.\n\n"Fffffffuck!" Nabiki yowls, her eyes rolling up in her head as she cums instantly, her asshole already starting to try and squeeze around you and her pussy giving a light gush. Her hands twist in the sheets as your own grab her hips, holding her in place as you keep pressing forward, sliding more and more of your immense prick into her rear hole, the lube making a few wet, lewd noises as you keep pushing in. Her whole body trembles lightly with the intensity of the pleasure she's experiencing from having your monstrously-sized prick shoved into her ass. A nice clear outline of your cock slides along her flat belly, going further and further up along her, until eventually it's actually up betweeen those huge tits where they're pillowed on the bed. Feeling her quivering cunt pressing against your immense balls, you grab her around the waist and begin fucking her, pumping a good foot of your monster prick in and out of her ass with each stroke, making Nabiki cum both when you pull out and when you thrust back in, leaving her whimpering and drooling and moaning like a whore, her eyes still rolled up in her head and tongue lolled out, mouth curved up mindlessly.\n\nYou look down, grinning at the sight of your cock spreading her round, shaking asscheeks and stretching her ass taut, the tight little hole stretched and darkened above her still perfect and untouched pink pussy, which gushes in an intense orgasm every time your huge balls slap against it. You give her ass a slap, Nabiki yowling happily, the formerly prideful and sarcastic girl bucking back against you shamelessly. \n\n"You're destroying my ass!" she gasps out happily. "Fffuck, you're destroying my ass, destroy my ass, destroy my fucking ass, please, ruin it, fucking wreck it, fffffuck!"\n\nWith that encouragement ringing in your ears, you slam forward, starting to empty your enlarged balls deep inside Nabiki. She squeals like an animal as she cums so hard even your immense sack gets drenched, her ass clenching around your shuddering monster of a prick as her belly swells up, the outline of your cock gradually fading. By the time you're done she looks almost full term pregnant, her belly swollen and wobbling with the massive load of cum filling it, her whole body twitching it as she gives little breathless laughs that indicate her actual mental faculties have checked out.\n\nPleased, you touch your pendant again, Nabiki freezing in place still speared on your cock. You see you've unlocked several more options, there really must be some sort of level up system... maybe it happens by you doing progressively more perverse things. Speaking of which, what to do with Nabiki here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make sure she's always stuffed with huge cocks.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Actually, if she likes huge cocks so much...|RanPP]]\n\n[[Hey, "Ultra Cum Mode" sounds interesting!|RanPP]]

With a grin, you hit the small checkbox for the 'Size Queen' megafetish. Nabiki will now have an uncontrollable lust for huge cocks... and, since you unlocked the the body sliders, you can certainly provide that!\n\nAccessing your own body sliders, you start moving the cock and ball size sliders forward. You'd gone mostly soft while considering your options, and now you give a low moan as your member lengthens and thickens, getting fatter and longer by the moment as you move the little arrows along the thin bars. Soon your cockhead is wobbling about around your knees, your armlike shaft hanging down over a pair of heavy, swaying balls. You give your hips a shake and take a few steps... somehow you don't seem to have a problem moving, despite the size and weight the thing should have or the way it should get in the way of your legs moving. Bless virtual reality. Tapping the 'Apply' button, you make your way out into the hall, not bothering to knock as you push Nabiki's door open. "Hey," you call cheerfully.\n\n"Haven't you heard of knocki-" Nabiki starts. She's sitting at her desk wearing a black t-shirt that's stretched tight over tits twice the size of her head, and snug little denim shorts hugging the round fullness of her ass where it's parked in her chair. She starts to turn to look at you, a light scowl on her face, when her jaw drops. She stares at the monster hanging between your legs, giving a shaky little inhale and, you're pretty sure, cumming a bit just from the sight of your prick.\n\n"What's the matter, Nabs?" you ask casually, giving your hips a mild shimmy to make your thick, limp cock wobble around. \n\nShe's in such a hurry to scramble out of her chair that she actually falls, hitting the floor on all fours. Not bothering to stand, she crawls towards you, her eyes having gone a bit glazed, her lips parted as she pants, the denim crotch of her shorts rapidly dampening as she makes her way over to you. "Please... please," she whispers, her tongue lolling out some, her pride already crumbled in the face of the immense prick in front of her. "Please, fuck me, please!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her suck it.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Make her beg some more.|RanPP7x5]]

"Ehhh, I dunno," you hedge, idly reaching down to cup a hand around the side of your shaft and starting to stroke it, making it bounce and shake as it gradually begins to harden. Nabiki's eyes widen and she gives a soft whimper, the wet spot on the crotch of her shorts growing. "I just don't know that you deserve my cock, Nabiki."\n\n"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Nabiki groans as she writhes in front of you, her eyes following every shake and movement of your stiffening prick. It takes a few more repetitions of that before you realize she's not calling out to any deity, she's talking about your cock. She swallows hard, apparently managing to get it together. "I'll... I'll pay you!"\n\n"Oh really?" you ask, as if only mildly intrigued, but internally you're fighting not to laugh.\n\n"I... I can get some money together!" she whines, starting to lean forward and stick her tongue out, and whining again as you give her a light push on the head that topples her onto her side. She scrambles back up to all fours, looking up at you pleadingly, drool running down her chin. "Fi-fifty... no, a hundred thousand dollars, if you'll fuck me! Please, please!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her pussy for $100,000.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nah, not enough.|RanPP7x6]]

Deciding you've had your fun with the redhead for the moment, you jerk your thumb towards the window. "Hey. I'm done with you, get lost. Go fuck whatever with a dick wants to use you."\n\nShuddering in delight at being talked to that way by the man that just knocked her up, Ranma pops her mouth off of your cock and nods quickly. "You got it!" Not even bothering to get dressed or use the door, she turns and leaps out the window, tits bouncing merrily as she lands in the tree and leaps out, off in search of the first man or dog to get a hardon at seeing her slutty body.\n\nConsidering your next move, you touch the pendant again to pop open the menu and peruse the list of nearby characters. You blink as you notice that there are several options that weren't there before... maybe you 'leveled up' somehow with this particular choice of options for use on Ranma? Either way it looks like you've unlocked body sliders (so that you can adjust a character's proportions beyond the automatic alterations that come with the personality changes), and something called 'Megafetishes'. Curious, you tap the small question mark next to the row above sexual preferences where it's listed, and read the box that pops up. Apparently you can choose one 'Megafetish' for each character... a desire so strong that it overrides everything else, and will drive them wild with need even without any other alterations. Huh, fun. \n\nIt looks like the other obvious nearby targets are Akane, Nabiki, and Kasumi. You have several fun ideas of what you could do with each to have them begging and pleading for more like Ranma just was, especially with these new options. It's just a matter of which to play with...\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nabiki|RanPP7x3]]\n\n[[Kasumi|RanPP]]\n\n[[All three|RanPP]]

Hm, the snide, money-hungry sister. It could be really fun to try out one of these 'Megafetishes' on her and watch her squirm and plead for more like Ranma was even without altering her personality into complete sluttiness.\n\nFirst you take the opportunity to alter her body sliders a little... a bit more booty, a lot more boobs. You put the slider about where you think Ranma's wound up... well, maybe a little bigger. Then you glance over some of the selections, trying to decide which one would best serve as a shameful-for-her and fun-for-you fetish for Nabiki.\n\n<hr>\n[[Size Queen|RanPP7x4]]\n\n[[Humiliation|RanPP]]\n\n[[Prostitution|RanPP]]

Heck, why mess around with anything even vaguely subtle? You can just make yourself the perfect slutty female fucktoy with a few slides of the selection bars. You spend a few moments tweaking, making sure that Ranma will not only let you do just about anything you could possibly want to her but be enthusiastic about it, then hit the 'Apply' key.\n\nUsually Ranma's change is obscured by whatever water hit him, but this time you actually get to watch as it takes effect, your meddling switching him from guy to girl without need of the pail in the corner. You watch as he loses a good few inches of height, broad shoulders sloping and drawing in, hair shifting to bright red and hips rounding out. You watch with interest as his clothes start to change as well, pants fading away and boxers tightening and shrinking, turning into a rather skimpy black thong hugging the curve of her pussy, its straps riding high on her hips. Her red silk shirt also starts to draw up, merging together and turning into a tanktop as Ranma's breasts swell outwards... and swell, and swell. Your eyes widen as they grow to at least half again as large as her head and then slightly bigger, definitely way bigger than they ever were on the show. The tanktop continues to shrink until it covers just barely half of the huge orbs, and Ranma blinks a little as if noticing the sudden change. Then her expression shifts to a smile as she rolls over onto all fours and crawls to you, heavy tits swaying beneath her and ass shaking lightly in the air until she can straighten up, grabbing the waistband of your pants and yanking them down.\n\n"Hey baby," she coos as you stand there in mild shock, your cock abruptly hard as a rock as she wraps a hand around the base and slides her mouth over the head. Just moments ago Ranma was a confidently masculine male who would never even think of another guy sexually. Now she's moaning as she eagerly and expertly sucks your cock, her tongue washing all over it as she bobs her head up and down. She shifts up to balance on the balls of her feet with her legs spread wide, sliding her other hand down the front of her panties and starting to frig herself while she gulps down more and more of your cock. She only draws back and off of it to dip forward and start worshipping your balls with her tongue, mmming and announcing, "Fuck, I think if I didn't get some cock soon I was gonna die!" So much for vows of manliness.\n\nOnce she's sucked and licked at your balls for a few minutes she rises back up to slide her mouth back down over your cock, gulping down a good half of the ten plus inches in a single go, then pressing herself onward, quagging audibly as she works it into her throat. Unable to hold back, you grab the sides of her head and start thrusting forward hard, shoving in deep and hilting yourself between her lips, her throat bulging with your length. Ranma certainly doesn't seem to have any problems with this, in fact moaning even more eagerly between her throat being stuffed with your cock, her hand dropping from the root of it to yank up her top and start roughly kneading one of her huge tits, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh until they practically disappear. You don't bother holding back, eventually shoving in and using Ranma's throat as a cum dump, feeling her tonguing the underside of your shaft and moaning in her own orgasm as you pump your load into her belly.\n\nYou pull back and Ranma quickly scrambles to her feet, shedding the shirt and stepping out of her panties as she moves over to the wall and bends over. Those full orbs wobble as they settle into hanging down heavily, one of her hands moving between her legs and spreading her pussylips to show off her pink. "C'mon and try to knock me up, baby, show the world what a fucking slut I am for getting a baby put in me by my own cousin," the once restrained martial artist coos, shaking her ass a little as arousal drools down over her fingers. Unable to refuse an offer like that, you hurriedly toss your own clothes and move over, rubbing the tip of your dick up and down her slit briefly before shoving deep into her, listening to her moan happily as she's stuffed. You grab her waist and begin pounding forward, as hard and rough as you like, feeling her tight, sodden channel gripping and fluttering eagerly around you, watching the tremors get sent through her ass at the impact of your hips and her tits shaking and swaying under her.\n\n"Fuck, fuck yes, fuck my bitch cunt, fuck my worthless bitch cunt and use it to dump your cum in, leave me a knocked-up slut!" Ranma continues to enthuse amidst her moans and gasps. Dang, that dirty talk kink you gave her is really prominent, huh? You lean forward to grab at her swaying udders, sinking your own fingers into them and feeling the fat, stiff nipples dig into your palms as she squeals eagerly. Gritting your teeth and panting like an animal in rut, you pound away at her pussy in your efforts to breed her, to use her like she wants to be. "Yes, yes, fucking rape me, fucking rape me with your big hard cock!" she pleads, tongue lolling out some as she cums repeatedly. Finally you groan and shove forward, spilling another load into her... you have no idea if you actually can knock her up in this simulation, but you have a feeling that if you can, you just did.\n\nRanma coos and wiggles against you, and you find that you're not going soft. Must be a benefit of this being a simulation, or at least the cheat variety of one. Well, no reason not to keep on, then. Pulling out of Ranma's pussy and leaving it dribbling your load, you shift upwards a bit, pressing it up against her pucker instead. Since Ranma gives an excited whisper of 'Fucking do it!', you once again shove forward hard, hearing the former boy yowl happily and feeling her ass clench around your cock as she instantly cums. You keep shoving forward, getting a few more inches in every time and every time feeling her cum, her pussy gushing against your balls once you've hilted in her. Shifting up to grab her waist again, you begin assfucking your redhaired slut as hard as you can, Ranma's eyes rolling up in her head and a brainless smile curving her lips as she's used like a sex toy.\n\nEven with a sim, you've cum twice in quick succession, so you're able to hold out considerably longer while pounding Ranma's tight little butt, with her begging for more and verbally abusing herself the entire time. Eventually though you grunt and spill inside her, now having claimed all three holes. Ranma makes a half-disappointed, half-satisfied noise as you pull out, her somewhat stretched asshole dribbling a stream of milky white. Almost instantly she turns around and squats down on the balls of her feet again to slide the cock that was just deep in her ass into her mouth, slurping and licking at it eagerly while her blue eyes roll up to watch your face. Damn, when you made her into a superslut, it really worked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of her and find another girl.|RanPP7x2]]\n\n[[Sic her on Akane.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Call Ranma's fiancees over to have a look at the new Ranma.|RanPP]]

Well. Really. What's the point of having stupidly powerful mind control abilities if you don't use them to have fun at nerd conventions? Also, practically, you can learn more about how your abilities actually work by putting them to the test.\n\nYou watch the event channel a bit longer to find out a bit more about the convention before heading down. The immediate "staging area" for the convention, at least as far as people who are staying there, is actually the floor above the lobby. As you come out the place is not-quite-teeming with people... presumably a lot are already over in the other building where the convention proper is, or they're waiting in their rooms for slightly calmer hours. \n\nYou immediately pick out that practically everyone in the area is wearing a laminated badge... most on the official lanyards proclaiming the convention's name and year, some on custom lanyards, a few clipped on other places but still visible (no matter how badly they clash with the cosplay), that clearly being the con's main badge rule. Hm. You suppose you'll need one of those.\n\nYou could go down to the registration booth and wait in line... or get someone to give you their place in line... and then use your ability on the con worker to have them give you a free badge. But that's a very exposed use of it... better to keep it one-on-one or to small groups where other people aren't likely to notice anything too odd. Which means it would probably be better to take someone else's.\n\nYou look around for someone likely... someone similar to your own statistics would be best, in case they have some sort of profile that pops up when they check the badges... and quickly spot someone perfect. One of the cosplayers is about your own age and build... maybe older, but if so he doesn't look it too much. You recognize the character he's cosplaying too, despite only having glimpsed a post about him briefly, a character from a popular gacha MMO named Prince Lupon. (Extremely popular with the female players right from announcement, if you recall, which no doubt figured into the boy's choice of who to cosplay.) It's a pretty good outfit too... the carefully-coifed black wig with the mostly semi-realistic scruffy hairstyle, but additionally with wolf ears that have fluffy white insides. Up top is a purple vest embroidered with slightly exaggerated designs (typical of both gacha character design and cosplay) and similarly embroidered purple bracers over fingerless black gloves. Below is a pair of wide-legged, loose black pants (with the vest cut to cover the top of them, probably partly for accuracy and partly to cover a less-than-traditional waistband), and a pair of fairly accurate purple foot spats that cover just his ankles and the arch of his foot. (Though you notice he's got a pair of purple rubber clogs in one hand... clearly either the con or the hotel or both requires proper footwear in certain areas, or he's anticipating having to go outside at some point). He's also got a faux wolf tail that looks like it's clipped to the waistband of his pants, not the best in the world but it's got just enough firmness that it's not dangling down sad and limp behind his butt. Overall you bet he's going to be fairly popular, for pictures at least.\n\nAnd it looks like he's already picked up his badge, too... it's clipped to one part of the vest's front, in full display as per obvious regulations. Deciding you're not going to get a better matchup than that, you head on over. He looks up from his skimming of watching the elevators and hallways, apparently waiting for someone, smiling a bit at the expectation of being asked for a photo, then looking a little confused and slightly wary but still smiling as he sees you have neither camera nor phone out.\n\n"Hey, nice cosplay," you tell him agreeably enough. \n\n"Oh, hey, thanks," he says, brightening immediately, but still with that faint 'huh?' air of being approached by a stranger. Well, you've got your power 'off' at the moment, as much as you've figured out how to, so he probably interpreted it as a normal comment instead of some declaration from on high that his cosplay is objectively amazing. "S'up?"\n\n<i>Now</i> you turn on your influence, and say...\n\n<hr>\n[["I need your badge."|PalCon]]\n\n[["Let's go somewhere private."|PalCon1x1]]

You kind of wonder what the point is of altering a character's Charisma score is this way. It's mostly useful for spellcasting or whatever, right? Of course, when you select the option, you notice that Tifa's chest gives a little jiggle despite her otherwise motionless state. Ohhh. She's currently set to a score of 55 out of 1-99... wow, in this world she's only a little bigger than average? Or maybe it's to give you a wider range of things to set it to.\n\nLooks like there's already a set of preset options to choose from, along with helpful notes to let you know just what each one does.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 99 ("Beanbag chairs").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 80 ("Beachballs").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 70 ("Melons").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 20 ("Barely an A-cup")|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 1 ("Loli")|FF7X]]

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Looks like you're about to have a pair of boobs, you think with a sigh, until you notice Deacon snickering and realize that someone else is noticeably silent. You glance aside at Julian and see he's hanging his head, his ears drooped, and look back down to the dice on the table.\n\n"Don't sulk, Thatcher, just put on the damn ring," Deacon declares with a smirk, holding the pink bit of jewelry out.\n\nJulian heaves a gusty sigh, but nods, tail flitting back and forth sullenly as he accepts the ring. He obviously hesitates a moment before sliding it onto his finger, and then gives a little squeak as the changes instantly begin. The whole thing only takes a few seconds, Julian's hair spilling down his back like someone turned on a faucet to full, his bangs growing longer even as the black closes in around the white streak in them, falling to one side and covering one eye even as the blue of both darkens to an almost indigo color. His pants drop to the floor as his waist apparently grows more slim, tail sliding out of the hole in the back of them as it grows longer and more sleek rather than its prior fluffier look. You can even see a fair-sized pair of breasts push out against the front of his black shirt, his tendency to wear his clothes a few sizes too big and the alterations in his body sliding the collar off of his now more slender and feminine shoulders as he drops to sit on the floor, leaning forward on his hands, apparently overwhelmed. Julian gives his, or rather her, head a little shake, ears flapping, very pretty pink lips pursing a bit. "I... didn't think it would be so sudden," she says in a soft, sweet voice that actually sends a bit of a shiver down your spine. "Um... how do I look?"\n\n<img src="images/JulianFem.jpg">\n\n"Bloody hell, Thatcher, you're gorgeous," Deacon almost breathes, obviously before he can really think about it.\n\nJulian blinks twice, ears twitching, before her face goes a little red. "Oh... um... oh, I... h-hey, don't tease me!" she huffs, pouting out those soft pink lips, before turning a very soft, pleading look towards you. "C-c'mon, Eric, just honestly tell me how I look, okay?"\n\n"..." Your brain starts listing off the thesaurus entry for 'beautiful', but derails about halfway and what comes out is, "You lost your white streak."\n\n"WHAT?!" Julian blurts, suddenly leaping to her feet and rushing over to the mirror, poking and brushing at her bangs with long, delicate fingers with the nails still painted black... and giving both of you quite a show, since her tail lifts up in back and reveals, well, pretty much everything. Her hips must have changed after her waist since it looks like they have a nice, sleek roundure that would have kept the pants up (maybe barely) otherwise. "Oh no no no, that was my best feature!" she cries, tail lashing in agitation over a pert, round ass that wiggles just a tiny bit with the jerk of her hips as she twists back and forth.\n\n"Something else is now," Deacon murmurs almost inaudibly, eyes locked on Julian's ass (not that you're any different). Both of you quickly tear your gaze back up to her face as she turns around, pouting again, and holy fuck is she cute.\n\n"Can I take this stupid thing off now?" she whines softly, pressing her wrists together, fingers curled in towards each other in a slightly pleading posture as her hips wiggle again, ears going low to the sides. "C'mon, this is enough, right?"\n\n"NO!" you and Deacon blurt in almost perfect sync, Julian blinking and perking her ears up in shock. Deacon quickly clears his throat and says, "No, you have to wear it for... for at least a day!"\n\n"W-who says?!"\n\n"Obviously those are the rules of the game, it's only common sense," Deacon answers with slightly too emphatic placidness, to which you nod along as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.\n\n"Oh, for..." Julian sighs, dropping her hands and letting her head hang, tail drooping as well. "... fiiiiine."\n\n<hr>\n[["... must hug..."|FFMS]]\n\n[["... must pet..."|FFMS]]\n\n[["... must resist..."|FFMS]]\n\n[["... okay Deacon time for you to go goodnight goodnight sleep well friend."|FFMS]]

Your mind fills with truly wicked, evil ideas as you read the short, simple description of the ring. Not long on details, but plenty enough to make you think you could have all sorts of dark fun with it. You quickly reach out to tap the selection, and see the simple black metal ring immediately appear on your ring finger.\n\nThe window disappears, but is instantly replaced by another one with instructions. They're just as short and to the point as the original blurb was: Point your fist at an NPC. Touch your thumb to the ring. The NPC will be collared, and have to follow all of your orders to the best of their ability. It even has a short line noting they can't "genie twist" their way out of what you obviously mean.\n\nThere is a short paragraph after that explaining that there is a secondary power to the collars, that touching your thumb to a square on the back of them will let you make some basic changes to their bodies and minds, and to the appearance of the collar. It would seem whoever programmed this item thought it was simple enough that you could ponder it out on your own. Well, it definitely does seem to be more 'point and click' than the other options.\n\nThoughtfully, you close the window, and immediately Ranma turns his head. "Oh, hey Eric, what's up?" You respond by pointing your fist at him and thumbing the ring, and he gives a squawk as a black iron collar suddenly appears around his neck. "What the hell?!" Immediately, a small window appears in your view, showing Ranma's name, location, and a few buttons, slightly out of the way but close enough to easily reach out and touch it.\n\n"Shut up," you answer almost absentmindedly, but grin as his teeth clack together. He jumps to his feet, and you add, "Stand still." He immediately puts both feet together and stands there with his arms at his side, a shocked and angry look on his face.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Ranma stay a guy.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Have Ranma change to a girl.|RanRing1x2]]

Spotting the bucket of water over in the corner, you grin evilly. "Go dump that water on yourself."\n\n"What?! No way I'm gonna-!" Ranma starts, your order to 'shut up' apparently only having applied to what he was saying at the moment. Then he blurts "Hey!" as his body moves on its own, making him walk stiffly over to the bucket, bending hard at the waist to grab it, then upending it over himself as he straightens up. Spluttering, Ranma raises her hands to wipe her wet bangs back from her face. "How are you doing this?! Stop it, Eric!"\n\n"Take off your clothes," you reply mildly, still smirking at her. \n\n"No <i>way</i>! Ack, no no no!" Ranma protests as her own hands move in slightly mechanized motions to start undoing the clasps of her shirt. "I don't wanna strip, especially not when you're acting like this!" she complains as she finishes undoing the shirt and shrugs out of it, large, heavy tits wobbling and shaking, then hanging down as she bends over to shove down her pants and boxers. Stepping out of them, she stands there naked in front of you, trembling with obvious anger, baring her teeth in a snarl. "Eric, I dunno how you're doing this, but I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!"\n\n"No, you're gonna stand there and let me play with your tits," you quip, sauntering around behind her and reaching around to do just that. \n\n"Hey, hands off! Quit it!" Ranma growls, but can't do much more than twitch and tremble as she's forced to obey your order to let you do as you like. Her tits are big and a bit heavy in your hands, and you give a few good, firm squeezes, enjoying that perfect mingling of firm and yielding as you et your fingers dig in. "Stop that! Don't!" she complains with a little yelp, then stiffles a moan as you give her tits a softer stroke along the curve and start toying with her nipples gently. "D-don't, seriously, this is-" She cuts off with a squeak as you give her nipples a pinch. "Quit it!"\n\n"You may as well stop complaining, there's nothing you can do. Hm, I don't feel like ordering you to be quiet, quite... heh, maybe I just oughtta give your mouth something to do." You glance around and spot the folded up futon, heading over to take a seat on the edge of it. Fishing out your stiff cock, you give it a slight shake. "Get on all fours, crawl over here, and start deep-throating this."\n\n"Y-you're crazy! I'm a guy, I don't suck other guys' cocks!" Ranma yelps as she sinks to her knees and leans forward onto her hands, starting to crawl towards you with her tits swaying under her and ass shaking with her motions. "Eric, no, don't, quit it, make it stop, I don't wanna suck your cock, I don't wanna mmmgllllllk!" Her protests are cut off as she reaches you and leans forward, her open mouth sliding over the head of your prick and then moving down. Her eyes go wide, then actually roll up just a little as she finds herself forced to keep pushing forward, her body making her push past her gag reflex and keep pressing your cock further down her throat until her lips press to the root of your shaft. Then she starts bobbing her head, moving over most of the length of your shaft, gagging loudly over and over again as each time her body forces her to swallow the entire length of your prick. Tears dribble from her eyes as they turn upwards, glaring at you angrily even as she loyally gobbles down your cock.\n\n"Mmm, there's a good little slut," you coo mockingly, grinning even more at the outrage that flares in her blue eyes even as she yet again goes balls-deep on swallowing your cock. "Put your whole body into it though, I wanna see those fat tits shake for me."\n\n"Gllblg?!" she tries to cry in outrage around a throatful of prick, but immediately starts obediently rocking her body forward, letting that rock her mouth and throat back and forth on your stiff cock. Her ass rises and falls lightly and her tits wobble heavily beneath her as she effectively fucks her face on you, churned-up spit dribbling down the sides of her chin, tears of a repeatedly stimulated gag reflex and shame streaking down cheeks hot with anger and humiliation. \n\nThough it feels amazing, something about the sheer power you have over her also lets you be remarkably casual about the sensation... or maybe the program's helping out. Either way, you decide to browse the options presented by the little ID window that apparently goes with collaring a slave as Ranma continues to helplessly obey your order to rape her own throat with your prick. There's a button that brings up a list called 'Control Options' that apparently lets you move Ranma around or put her in bondage, but none of those immediately strikes you as interesting. The second option is [[Body Mods|RanRing1x3]] which apparently allows you to make some changes to her form. There's [[Slave Type|RanRing]] which apparently lets you apply a handful of presets to alter her into some specific sorts of servant. There's [[Attitude Adjustment|RanRing2x1]] which seems to offer a much more limited set of ways to change her behavior than the Personality Pendant, if you're tired of her constant protests. And then there's [[Training Mode|RanRing]] and [[Breeding Mode|RanRing3x1]] if you apparently want to do particularly slave-y things with her. Or you can just [[continue as-is|RanRing]], of course!

Just from a glance, the 'Body Mods' menu looks like it has some fun stuff. You tap the button to bring it up, and are presented with a little menu.\n\nFirst there's a small set of body sliders for Hair Length/Breasts/Hips and a few other things. Those would be easy enough to play with. Then there's a section for things like body art, piercings, and other similar modifications. Finally there's a handful of (rather amusingly named) presets that you can apparently apply to have it put a whole suite of modifactions on her at once. Let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her tits bigger.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Give her piercings.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Futa Fucktoy" preset.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Decorated Whore" preset.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Fantasy Princess" preset.|RanRing]]

You could use a little Christmas cheer, considering your situation. You set off down the path, the stones eventually taking on patterns of Christmas trees and candy canes and reindeer. Eventually there's even snow on the ground around the paths... you're curious as to whether it's actually shaved ice or just some sort of decorative powder, but you're not quite willing to risk invoking some park attendant's ire by attempting to scoop up a handful.\n\nChristmasland itself, once you get there, is like one giant cliche. Giant candy canes sticking out of the ground at angles, storefronts mocked up like gingerbread houses, big Christmas tree in the center roundabout. But it's a joyous cliche, and you can't help but feel buoyed and cheerful at the sound of the jingle bell clinking music being broadcast. They even have a light snowfall drifting down over the place... their snow machine must be really subtle and really top-notch.\n\nYou wander around for a bit, taking in the sights. The park workers here seem to be mostly girls... slender, attractive girls with pointy elf ears on, to go with their green felt hats, short-skirt tunics, and candy cane thigh-high stockings (with pointy-toed green shoes on their feet, of course). They have glitter on their cheeks and smiles on their faces... man, you wonder how they manage to smile while they're wearing those goofy outfits and dealing with crying kids and rude tourists and stuff? You spot a few other of 'Santa's elves' here and there, but these seem to be somewhat more the traditional type... male, stocky, short (none of them are even any taller than you are), and not very pretty, but still with glitter on their cheeks. Maybe they're just there because it's traditional? Though whenever you see one he seems to be moving with a lot of purpose, often pushing a cart around or cleaning out a trash can or something.\n\nBut anyway, enough of eyeing the residents. Time to actually have some fun! Let's see, according to what you've seen, as well as a handy map, there are some stores that look like fun... as far as getting a bite to eat goes, there's '[[Christmas Cafe|XmasCafeStart]]', and also a store called '[[Tandy's Holiday Candy|XmasTandyStart]]'. There's a place where you can [[go see Santa|XmasSantaStart]]... you're rather old for it, but hell, when in Christmasland. There's some sort of ride called '[[Christmas Night|XmasRideStart]]', and the promos for it have signs with Santa drawings with mirrors in the faces... you get to ride Santa's sleigh or something on a rollercoaster? (Enh, it's probably a boring kiddy ride.) Looking around, you also notice a nearby booth that says '[[Job Fair|XmasJobStart]]'... normally you wouldn't think twice about that, but you notice a tacked-on sign on the booth that reads 'Room and board included', which reminds you that you don't exactly have anywhere to go after leaving the park tonight.

<<set $haremboiranma to "true">>"You know, Ranma, I think you'd look delightful in my harem," you announce grandly, tapping the 'Pleasure Slave' selection and starting to go through the customization options. <<if $haremstarted is "false">>You assume you have a harem, anyway. If not, you guess they'll make you one when they hear you want one.<<set $haremstarted to "true">><<endif>>\n\n"WHAT?! Hey, no way are you turning me back into a girl!" Ranma says, flailing even more violently.\n\n"Now who said anything about turning you into a girl?" you reply, making a great show of ladeling heavy significance over the words.\n\n"Huh?" Ranma stops his motions and stares at you in confusion, apparently distracted enough that he doesn't notice the floor beneath him spiraling open and allowing a round pool filled with thin, viscous green-yellow liquid to emerge and lock into place. He only seems to realize it's there when he's plunged down towards it, giving a yelp that's cut off by the splash of him being submerged. You watch with interest through the window in the side of the tank as he continues to struggle and flail, even as his outline shrinks, growing more slender and shorter, his flailing turning more artless and obviously struggling against the resistance of the liquid more. It's only a matter of moments before he's raised back up, gasping loudly as the liquid streams off his now sleek body. He coughs a few times, then lets out a squeal that's definitely a lot higher and cuter than he likely wanted. "What'd you DO to me?!"\n\n"Why, robbed you of your masculinity entirely, of course," you reply with a smirk as more arms move in, first starting to go to work drying him off as well as gripping his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagled. "I've removed all your muscle tone and much of your height, emphasizing that you're small and weak. Why, even those are clearly more suited to a woman than a boy," you add with a flick of your finger towards the puffy pink nipples capping his flat, toneless chest... as he yelps at a pair of the arms clamping over the nubs of them, withdrawing and leaving them pierced by pretty golden rings with little pink stones at the bottom. "But if I'd simply turned you into a girl, you could simply assure yourself inside forever that you were <i>really</i> a man... now with this flat chest, boyish hips... oh, and of course that little tiny cock that will never, ever get hard again," you continue, chuckling as a tattoo needle armature etches a glowing pink emblem just above said practically babyish dick, featuring elaborate feminine wings surrounding a cracked and shattered 'Male' symbol. "No, I want you to be able to look down every time you're taking a fat cock in your soft, slippery, designed-to-be-fucked asshole and realize what a failure of a man you've been made into."\n\n"No! Noooo!" Ranma wails, continuing to struggle as the arms slip on a lacey pink garter belt and stockings, clipping the two together to nicely frame his limp, flopping, shaft and soft little balls, adding a matching pair of fingerless pink lace shoulder-height gloves. He continues to struggle until a pair of thin silver cylinders are swung in to rest at either side of his head. "W-what's that?!"\n\n"The Behavioral Regulation Web, I'm guessing. Oh, don't worry, I don't intend to alter you <i>that</i> much," you declare magnanimously as the ends of the cylinders cycle open, Ranma giving a short shriek of fright as the writhing bundles of thin silver wires inside seemingly leap out and crawl into his ears, his slender little body starting to buck and twitch. "I want you to be as aware as possible of your fate, after all. I'll still let you be the mouthy little brat you always were without height and muscles to distract from your brattiness, just with a few... apt changes."\n\nIndeed, Ranma's bucking and twitching as the neural web attaches itself to his brain is positively subdued, with him only making a few silly faces and bucking his hips several times before it's over. But only a few minutes later the arms move forward and set him down a short distance in front of your chair, a confused and pouty look on his cute little face as the arms retract. He jumps a little as you tap a button on the arm of the chair... and the door in the side wall slides open. "Well Ranma, there's the exit. I'm sure you could make your way out of here and go find Akane to save her if you tried. Want to give it a go?"\n\n"B-but I'm afraid, Daddy," he whimpers, trembling a little. Then his eyes widen, delicate hands clapping over his mouth. "H-hey, no way I'd be afraid of anything! W-why am I calling you 'Daddy', I meant to call you 'Daddy'! Hey, no, I... I..." He trails off, his eyes having shifted and locked on to the sight of you slowly stroking your large, stiff prick, his mouth still hanging open a little. "W-... what's happening, I..." His pink tongue darts over his soft, pretty lips as a visible shiver runs through him.\n\n"Oh, that's just your new instinct to pleasure any hard cock you see," you explain genially, continuing to slowly stroke your massive Trikeron shaft as he stares, obviously struggling to rip his gaze away and not quite managing. "Any hard cock at all. In fact, I'm not even going to give you any orders," you note, taking your hand away and spreading your legs, letting your heavy sack fall and dangle freely, your cock rising like a proud flagpole over them. "I'm just going to sit here, and then let you do as you like. You absolutely could run out of here and try to escape or save your friends... or you could get on your knees and worship a <i>proper</i> prick, all the while envying that it's not yours."\n\n"No way!" Ranma cries, obviously trying for bluster but winding off coming off as more of a whimper. "I'll never suck off another dude! I'm... I'm not <i>really</i> afraid to leave, and I don't <i>really</i> want to suck your dick, and I'll <i>never</i> do it! I'm out of here!"\n\n"Mmf, mmn, mmn, mmha," he moans less than two minutes later as he kneels in front of you, pressing his face against the front of your sack, nuzzling his nose against the skin with the texture of butter-smooth leather and lolling his tongue out to stroke over it. His lace-gloved hands run worshipfully up and down the shaft, stroking it to further hardness even as his own shrunken prick remains as soft and limp as an overcooked macaroni noodle. "Aaaa, Daddy, I can't stop, I can't stop myself, your cock's just too gooood," he whimpers almost orgasmically, moving his mouth up to start suck-kissing along your shaft, blue eyes gazing up at you in ashamed reverence. \n\n"Oh?" you say in amusement, keeping your cool despite how good those sweet girlish hands feel and those adoring kisses and licks feel. "And do you want me to fuck you with it, Ranma-chan?"\n\n"Nnnh-, nnh-" Ranma struggles through the lust you've imposed on him, obviously trying desperately to deny it. "Nnnnhyeeeees Daddy please," he groans finally, shuddering as he gives in, shaking his cute little ass, accented as it is by the bright pink straps of his garter belt. "Fuck me right in the pussy! N-nooooo," he moans in despair, even as he rubs his cheek adoringly against your shaft. "I didn't wanna call it that, I don't want it, but I sooooo want you to fuck me in my tight little pussy, f-fuuuuck!"\n\nSmirking, you lean down and heft him up, turning him around to settle him in your lap. You let your massive cock jut up between his legs, rubbing it against his limp little prick to emphasize how much you dwarf his own diminished manhood. Then you lift him up, Ranma angling his body seemingly instinctively to help, the femboi-ified martial artist letting out a long squeal of pleasure as you impale him, his tight little ass nevertheless stretching and conforming to every bit of your cock easily as you slide him down on it, his flat belly bulging up heavily with the full length of your manhood. Once you're fully sheathed inside him, his soft, small balls brushing against the base of your large, overfull sack, you remove your hands and rest them on the arms of your throne. It's up to Ranma to lift his stockinged feet up and brace them on your powerful thighs, his weak little hands resting on the bulging muscles of your forearms for balance as he gets into position and starts to ride, his eyes almost immediately rolling up and his tongue poking out as he moans and squeals in girlish sluttiness.\n\n"Hhhaa, hhhhha, it feels so good, Daddy's big fat cock feels so good in my pussy, fuck, fuck," he whimpers, looking down at his body as he does so, seeing the 'ruined masculinity' tattoo glowing on the front of the cock-bulge in his belly, the motion of the rings piercing his puffy nipples, his limp little dick bouncing. "Ah, Daddy, Daddy I love your dick, I love your fat dick in my naughty boy-pussy, nnnh it's so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuummmmm!" he squeals, tossing his head.\n\n"Ohhhh? Are you going to cum from this?" you tease, reaching around and giving his limp cocklet a flick with one finger.\n\n"Nnnnoooooo I'm not gonna cum from my boi-clit Daddy I'm gonna cum from my pussyyyyy!" he wails, just the tiniest hint of shame and humiliation threading through his cries of pleasure as he ever more fervently works himself over your prick. "Daddy's big fat cock in my boy-pussy is gonna make me cum from being fucked like a girrrrl!" Honestly at this point you're pretty sure Ranma is starting to get off on the humiliation of acting like an over-the-top slutty femboi, his lips curling up in a shameless pleasured smile and tongue lolled out, body bucking and twisting as his soft, tight ass squeezes all around you. \n\nFinally you grip his hips and haul him down, grunting loudly as your heavy balls draw up and then begin emptying themselves into the sleek little femboi's ass. Ranma squeals exultantly as the first bulge of your cum is actually visible as pressure on his belly, before it begins to round out and swell, gradually obscuring the outline of your cock as it gets bigger and rounder. His little shakes and squirms of orgasm make his steadily more bloated cumbelly wobble, completely obscuring his limp little cocklet even as the glowing symbol on his lower belly marking him as a failed man is displayed ever more prominently. Only once your femboitoy looks almost nine months pregnant and cum is bubbling from his lips as his body twitches do you release him, allowing him to slowly tip forward and slide off your cock, collapsing sprawled to the floor twitching, displaying his gaping boypussy dribbling copious amounts of your cum down over his smooth little balls and pathetic prick.\n\n"Have him taken to my harem and cleaned up," you command imperiously, a pair of Trikeron soldiers almost instantly making their way over to pick up the insensate femboi, leaving a trail of cum from his well-fucked ass on the floor as they carry him out. You glance down, watching almost idly as Baru uses her tongue and a towel to clean your cock and balls of spilled cum, before she begins doing the same to the spills on your throne and the floor, lapping up the larger globs of it before wiping it clean manually, her tail lifted high and displaying her thick pucker and almost lipless slit. "Hm, a fitting fate for someone so obsessed with machismo, don't you think?"\n\n"Oh yes, Lord and Master, this worthless Baru very much enjoys seeing others turned into a mockery of their former selves for her Lord and Master's pleasure," she replies, her tail wiggling as she straightens up and moves back over to you. You suppose misery must love company... or maybe find it a turnon in her case. "Now, what would Lord and Master like to do next?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Bring the Marked Targets list."|TriRoomMT1]]\n\n[["Let's see some random captives."|TriRoomCapt1]]\n\n[["I want someone from the Fleet."|TriRoomAlly2]]\n\n[["Let's do something else."|TriSelect2]]

"Mmf." Alina stirred gently, shifting up onto her side a little. The bed felt really good... even a little better than her own bed, which was very nice as it was. She felt her wings flutter, a little bit of an ache to them like there sometimes was when she slept too long. Gradually she opened her eyes, becoming aware of the warmth surrounding her hand as she did, and saw that the warmth was because someone was holding that hand.\n\nAt first she didn't recognize the fairy beside her bed. Full of breast and more regal of stature, Alina had only seen a very very few fairies old enough to look so mature, like the Queen. The butterfly-like wings only reinforced that, their faint flutter sending a shimmer of oranges and reds across them and a sprinkle of sparkles through the air like a faint fog of fire. Her hair was long and iridescent red, falling down her back in a straight wave, and across one side of her face, leaving the other eye... the eye... "Eric?" Alina asked faintly, her voice very soft and throat a tiny bit sore.\n\n"Hey there," Eric murmured, smiling more broadly at her and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.\n\n"Did I... oversleep?" Still feeling more confused than anything, Alina glanced around at the room that wasn't hers, then over at Eric again. The strange but kind of cute human shirts were gone, replaced by a simple silver choker and some bracelets, a thin white band trimmed in black going around the middle of her chest. "How much?" she added, since the obvious answer was 'yes'.\n\n"By a little. It's okay. I didn't mind waiting at all," Eric answered, bringing Alina's hand up to kiss the back of the knuckles. "How do you feel?"\n\n"Ummmm... like I wanna get out of bed!" Alina grinned brightly, flitting her wings to shake off the feeling of disuse and rising up, alighting on her feet beside the bed. She stretched and twisted, giving a soft 'mmm!' of excitement at waking up to face another day. She took another look around the room, realizing yet again that it wasn't hers, and probably didn't have any of her things in it. "Hey, I wanna put on my clothes and make breakfast and then I've got Meadow Duty!" she announced, resting her hands on her hips. "And then when I get home you've gotta tell me how come you look like you're like a thousand years old or something! We can go home, right?" she added, frowning very slightly in worry, something nagging in the back of her head that said there might be some reason she couldn't.\n\n"Yeah. Yeah we can. Everything's waiting there for you, and Meadow Duty too." Eric reached out to take her hand again as she stood, revealing the strip of cloth serving as a loin cloth, the crimson fairy looking deeply contented.\n\n"Oh, good! I was worried for some reason. But everything's okay, right?"\n\n"Yeah, everything's okay now. Let's go home."\n\n<b>Eric in Fairyland</b> end - <i>Waiting to go home</i>

"C'MOOOOOON!" Koro roars, his spacesuit making him look more like a mechanized juggernaut than a man as he charges into a clump of the shiny black assassin droids, scattering some with the impact and grabbing up two more, starting to literally beat their companions to pieces with them.\n\n"This is not looking good for us!" you call as you fire your blasters into another group of the pointy, determined robots, trying to force them into a clump where you'll be able to make the shots count more.\n\n"Agreed, it is not," Doc Trace's voice, in a tone of forced calm, says over the comm from inside Sierra, the sound of her working feverishly inside the online ship getting picked up and broadcast. "The sensors show that there are more of them pouring out of practically every cave in this hemisphere of the moon, someone knew of our plans and set this trap. I'm going to be hard-pressed to make the connections in time after that first bit of damage they did."\n\n"Dammit!" You thunk a hand to the side of your helmet to realign its longrange antenna, damaged in an earlier rush before you resume shooting. "Duette, we're running out of time!"\n\n"I can't rush the stellar pulse, Cypher!" Duette's voice answers in a slightly testy tone, though overcome mostly by worry. "The satellite is ready to direct the Regeneration Pulse to your location, but there's nothing I can do until the solar flare actually ignites!"\n\n"This better work!" Koro bellows as he continues smashing through more and more of the insectoid horde pouring out of the openings in the little blind valley you've set Sierra's quiet, silent shell in. "We've already waited three years, I don't wanna wait another two!"\n\n"It <i>will work</i>," Duette asserts over the channel. "I have gone over every bit of my designs and work and simulations dozens of times, this will bring Sierra back!"\n\n"There's too many of them!" you can't help but blurt as a fresh wave of even larger robots begin crawling over the bodies of their smaller brethren to get at you. "We're being overrun!"\n\n"Cypher!" Duette's voice calls in alarm.\n\nThen you see a flash of light from deep within one of the teeming lines of the robots, flickering bursts of purple that leave faint trailing lines in the air. Bit by bit they get faster and closer, and soon you can make out the arc of swords, their edges glowing brightly and slicing through the reinforced ceratanium of the insectoid killing machines like it was aluminum. The figure is sleek, wearing a long white short-sleeved coat-cloak with a hood that flares with their running, its interior gleaming silver. As it leaps up and over the piled wreckage at the opening of the stone valley, it twists into a spin, laser katanas flashing out and taking the heads off three more of the assassin droids. Its leap carries it all the way to the top of Sierra's hull, landing in a light crouch with the blades spread, and as they stand you get a better look at the slim black and purple armor, and at the cobalt helmet with a pair of large, glowing optic sensors and a smaller pair of slitted ones above and below. She twirls the swords and sheathes them at her back, drawing out a long, slender rifle holstered there instead and starting to fire into the masses, apparently hitting particular parts of robots or particular kinds that cause explosions that are enough to disrupt their marching lines as shrapnel and impact tear through the crowds.\n\n"Where are we on the bombing run?" the new arrival asks in a broadwave cast, electronically altered voice calm and steady.\n\n"Deployed and en route, adjusting courses now," a faintly familiar male voice answers. You jerk your head upwards at the sight of movement as sleek coppery points slice silently through the airless sky above, dropping little silvery orbs into the lanes of approaching enemies and sending explosions tearing through them.\n\n"Regeneration Pulse blast incoming!" Duette calls over the comms. "Everyone, clear Sierra's exterior and brace yourselves! Pulse in three, two, one!"\n\nA shining, iridescent disc grows in the sky, before stretching downward at incredible speeds, cutting through the black directly towards the immobile spacecraft. The stranger in power armor leaps in your general direction before the energy pillar strikes down directly on Sierra, its passage knocking her forward, the ensuing pulse wave that flashes outward from the silvery spacecraft hull striking you and knocking you to the ground as well, sliding over the bare rock of the moon's surface and racing outward. The energies interact badly with something inside the killer drones, since you're vaguely aware of them sending awful electronic shrieks over the comm bands as they half-burst and half crumble to pieces, practically disintegrating as the swirling chaos of colored light sweeps over them. \n\nA little dazed, you blink away the spots in your vision, slowly sitting up and looking around. The ground you're laying on that was moments ago made of nothing but dark, bare stone is now covered with greenery that looks a lot like clover, thick enough to rise around you about an inch. Wherever it was touching something else it's bloomed into many-petaled white flowers with shiny golden centers, waving gently in a breeze as thick, fluffy white clouds start to form in the sky overhead.\n\n"It worked! It worked it worked it worrrrked!" Duette's voice squeals over the comms, and you can't help but smile at imagining her jumping around the little control area of the satellite overhead, pumping her fists in the air.\n\nDoc Trace descends Sierra's ramp, looking around at the greenery and the green sky ahead, and back at the now much shinier vessel, white flowers blossoming around its landing struts. As Koro approaches from the side, she reaches up and undoes her white suit's helmet with a hiss, shaking her hair out as she inhales. "It's... remarkable. A barren moon, instantly reverted to the state it once was when it was part of a livable planet."\n\nAt the sound of a yawn stretching over the comms, you look towards the ship, your eyes widening. "Hoo! Wow, I don't even sleep, but that was a good sleep! I feel a ton better! Oh, hey Boss!"\n\n"Hey, Sierra," you whisper, your voice thick. You turn your head to look towards the nearby ring of flowers as the armored figure amidst them sits up, smiling and retracting your own helmet. "Hey, Three."\n\nShe reaches up to put her hands to the side of her helmet, a faint his sounding as the lower part drops down and the sides slide out, allowing her to lift it up and reveal sweaty, close-cropped blue hair that she runs a hand over. "Trina," she corrects with a grin.\n\n"Trina," you agree in a whisper, getting to your feet and offering her a hand. As you pull her to her feet, you look over at Sierra, whole and happily chattering to Koro and Doc Trace over the comms, then back to the other woman. "... We'd have died without you. Even if we hadn't... they might have torn Sierra apart before the pulse got here. You've just given me... my friend back, my own body, my... everything."\n\n"Well." Trina runs a hand over her hair, then turns towards one of the wider valley openings. You turn with her, watching the sun begin to set at the horizon, for the first time in the moon's current existence showing hues of orange and purple and red as it sinks into the clouds. "Interest piles up, you know?"\n\n"... Heh." You smile and duck your head a bit, before returning your gaze to the sunset. "I wouldn't have charged you."\n\n"I wanted to pay all the same." She tucks her helmet under her arm, smiling at the horizon. "It's what people do."\n\n<b>Cypher Ceed</b> end - <i>Debts paid</i>

You're tired of wearing the same clothes for weeks on end, not even being able to afford a donut, and always wondering if you're going to get abused by someone else. Taking a deep breath, you make your way to the gap in the fence around the gully and over to the set of rather steep steps going down, then head for the bridge.\n\n"Heeey, look who decided to turn up!" Jade chirps, sounding half-sincere at being glad to see you as she tosses an arm around your neck and hauls you over. "This is one of my potentials, guys," she says as she drags you over towards a group of guys who look more like they're in their twenties, gathered around the open back of a high-end SUV and poking at an expensive portable grill. "Check out this cute, nonthreatening face, this is a face that says 'Sorry officer, I just got lost', am I right?" she adds with a snicker, pinching your cheek.\n\nThe men all laugh at that, and you squirm as you try to resist the urge to get flustered or angry, even if it feels like they're laughing at you. What could you do about it if they were? Besides, one of them is almost immediately handing you a large hamburger with cheese dripping off of it, which you take despite the somewhat smug, "Here you go, little man."\n\n"Jade my girl listen, listen, Big Puff is really needing some more pretties, you thinkin'-?"\n\n"Nah probably not, least not yet," Jade answers cryptically, though admittedly you're too distracted by your burger to think too hard about it. "I'm thinking more the runner side of things, at least for now. Up around Laird maybe, they've gotten too wise to the girls that part of town."\n\n"Thinkin' you're right, maybe. What you say, little man, think you could maybe carry some packages for us, be real discrete about it?"\n\nYou swallow the last bite of burger and wipe your lower face on your sleeve, and start to open your mouth to respond... and get both a mouthful and noseful of something acrid and hot. You're the first to start coughing, but soon Jade and everyone else under the bridge is too, as a thin layer of oily, perlescent liquid goes washing over the floor of the ravine.\n\n"Wha th' hell?" one of the men manages through his coughing, turning to look in the direction the liquid came from, then giving a sudden yelp of shock.\n\nYou see it too... more and more of the strange stuff is rushing through the ravine towards you, and you don't see any end in sight... it just seems to be getting higher and higher, and you immediately suspect that there's enough to flood the entire gulley!\n\n<hr>\n[[Be smart! Use your head!|Palladium1x3]]\n\n[[Run!|Palladium]]\n\n[[Squeeze into somewhere that looks safe!|Palladium]]\n\n[[Try to tough it out!|Palladium3x1]]\n\n[[Sneakily escape with someone else!|Palladium]]

Forcing yourself not to panic, you do a quick look around, taking in the lay of the land. You almost immediately spot a bare, somewhat rickety stretch of ladder hanging down, not too far from one of the cars, and above it some sort of scaffolding or grating, probably a work or rest area with just a bit of clearance below the bridge, but it should be enough to get you above the flood!\n\nYou take off towards the car while all around you people are scrambling. Jumping up atop a cooler and then onto the hood of the car, you scramble up and give a desperate but calculated leap towards the ladder, managing to grab on and haul yourself up, getting a leg over the bottom rung as you figure out the best way to get yourself up quickly.\n\n"Hey! HEY!"\n\nYou glance down at the shout and spot Jade, standing on top of the car you just jumped from. The flood of stinking chemical has now risen up around its tires, effectively trapping her as she gives a few half-panicked hops and waves her arms. Apparently she saw you moving with purpose and realized she should either follow your lead or look for whatever had you doing so... but now you're blocking her own access to the ladder. You suspect she'd have tried to jump anyway if she didn't realize that grabbing you would probably just make both of you fall.\n\n"Hey, help me!" she calls, green eyes going wide as the car rocks a little bit under her, before they lock on you pleadingly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Help Jade.|Palladium1x4]]\n\n[[Every man for himself.|Palladium2x1]]

"Sure," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Okay, great! It starts after dark, down at the bridge close to where Morrison and Lee meet. I'll see you there, I've got a few other people to tell," Kelly chirps before she slips back out.\n\nYou're sitting there pondering if there's anything you can do to really clean up a bit before heading down when the towel moves and another figure slips inside. Jade smirks at you as she moves to about where Kelly was standing, sliding her hands into the pockets of her own much more immaculate black hoodie. Jade actually usually has fairly nice clothes and something to eat... of course, that's because it's something of an open secret that she runs "errands" for adult criminals, and gets other homeless kids to do the same. Sort of a street crime pyramid scheme, or maybe something out of one of those old novels about orphans. Her black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and the green eyes she took her name from fix on you.\n\n"So I heard you're going to the bridge party tonight."\n\n"Yyyyeah," you admit slowly, leaning back a little as if preparing yourself for the followup swing.\n\n"I'm sure Kelly would like it if you hung out with the 'good kids', eating cheap delivery pizza and maybe hoping some rich kid with too much money and too many spare rooms will take you home and ask Momsy and Daddums to make you a special charity case," she says, putting an extra sneer into her voice and snickering a little before she continues. "Or maybe you'd finally like to come in on my side of things. The place where we grill half pound burgers and talk business. Where you finally start living here because of the freedom it gives you, not because you have to."\n\nYou hesitate for a few moments, then finally hedge with, "I'll think about it, okay Jade?"\n\n"Yeah well if your thinking about it leads to the right choice, I'll be where the real party is, down under the bridge proper. Or you can hang out with Kelly, hoping to be taken home like a stray dog." With that she turns and slips back out.\n\nYou do spend awhile pondering your options, but eventually head out to find a public restroom where you can give yourself a bit of a sink bath and get some of the more obvious stains out of your clothes. As dusk falls you head in the direction of the intersection, soon spotting the relatively small bridge over a wide cement gully with angled walls. There does indeed seem to be two parties going on... up around the edges of the bridge, close to the sides of the ravine, there's an area lit with a bunch of camp lanterns and a handful of car headlights, speakers playing light 'house party' music, the low din of teenagers laughing and talking underlying the music. Down below the bridge, where the shadows are deeper, most of the lights seem to be things like faux-neon and a few strobe and blacklights, the dull thump of dubstep transitioning to some spectacularly explicit rap lyrics as you watch figures mill around, moving close to each other to talk as if avoiding being overheard, occasionally glancing about as if wary for any police presence.\n\nSo, the time has come to make a choice. Which party do you want to go to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Bright party.|Palladium4x1]]\n\n[[Dark party.|Palladium1x2]]

"I'll bet my sex," you say after a moment, Hanlon making a bit of a face beside you like he's seen this before. Well, nothing ventured nothing gained.\n\n"Alright, first spin of the game! Mmmm, a fresh, virgin board just waiting to be claimed," the wheel girl coos, dragging her hands up her hips as she gives them a shimmy. "Alright Mister... although perhaps soon to be Missus... Big Roller, what's your first move?"\n\nYou consider for a moment, then declare, "Activism!" \n\n"Player has declared Activism! Here comes our very first roll...!" She turns to the wheel and gives it a yank, sending it whirling around on its pin, gradually slowing as it bops onto one of the screens. The screen lights up... and shows a (somewhat pixelated) view of your own surprised face, obviously taken from a camera somewhere on the table, showing on some sort of public big screen, with shadowy crowds jeering and shouting, obviously steadily becoming angrier and more out of control until they're smashing things and waving pitchforks. "Uh-ohhhhh, Five Minutes of Hate!"\n\nThere's a mingling of groans and a few barks of laughter from the crowd, with Hanlon making a noise of quiet despair. Even if the name wasn't enough to convince you that you just got a really bad roll, the fact that your body is already starting to change would be a big tipoff. Immediately your shoulders and waist begin to grow more slender while your hips and rear round out, taking on a more feminine shape. At least from the way nothing rises around you, you don't seem to be losing any height, though the weird ticklish sensation in your scalp and along your neck says that your hair is growing longer. The suit continues to hug up against your body, even as it alters its shape lightly to accomodate your new form, the molded armor panels changing shape to accommodate your new breasts as they swell out from your chest, settling in at about a C-cup. Perhaps the tight fit is also why you can feel your cock shrinking away, quickly disappearing as your suit instead presses up close against the plump lips that blossom between your legs.\n\n"Bloody hell it actually happened," you blurt, before blinking and raising a now more slender-fingered hand to your throat. "... Why the accent?" you ask in a more dazed tone, considering you now sound a lot more like Doc Trace than before.\n\n"Eh, sometimes there are weird little side effects to these sorts of bets," the wheel girl says philosophically, spreading her hands and shrugging elaborately as she grins. "Who can say? But, but but but, time for your next roll, Missus Customer! Oooo, it's gonna get soooo dangerous and fun from here! Especially since the next thing the house wants you to bet is... your <i>shame</i>!"\n\n"Don't do it," Hanlon grunts. "You're gonna lose almost for sure. It's a one in a billion chance to pick anything that can come back from being targeted by Five Minutes of Hate. You might be able to win the spin after that, but that means you'd've lost your... shame... already. Get out while you're still, y'know... normal."\n\nYou frown at the board, then the wheel, considering. You doubt being turned into a woman has made you more stubborn, but... really, do you want to just give up?\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw in the towel.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Stay in, bet "Philanthropy".|CyEE2x2]]\n\n[[Stay in, bet "Acceptance".|CyEE3x1]]

"C'mon!" you call, hoisting yourself up further on the ladder and almost sitting on it, stretching an arm out towards her.\n\nJade jumps from the SUV's roof and manages to grab high up on your arm with both hands, legs swaying, the toes of her sneakers almost brushing the chemicals. Her weight and momentum almost pull you over anyway, but you managed to brace yourself well enough that you can haul her up to grab onto the ladder as well. She scrambles over you and towards the grating, then almost as an afterthought reaches down to grab you and haul you up enough to get your feet on the rungs, allowing you to hurry up after her.\n\nBoth of you thud onto the grating, breathing hard from the exertion, then starting to cough violently as the fumes of the chemical passing less than a foot underneath hit you hard. You can feel darkness edging in around your vision, what strength you had left leaving your body as you sink to the metal surface and pass out, faintly hearing another light thud next to you just before you do, as well as the faint sound of thunder.\n\nWhen you wake up, the gully is mostly empty, save for the few inches of rainwater from the thunderstorm now raging. Groaning, you push yourself up and squint through the darkness, barely able to pick out a huddled lump nearby. "... Jade?" You reach over, giving her shoulder a shake. "Hey, Jade, wake up!"\n\nShe groans quietly, but doesn't seem to be conscious, and no further shaking or entreaties will rouse her. You consider various ways to try and get her down while she's a limp weight, but eventually decide there's really nothing you can do. Besides, she's dressed more heavily than you are and probably fed better, much more equipped to sleep through the cold and damp currently surrounding you, while you really need to get inside... you're already shivering so hard that your teeth are chattering.\n\nCarefully, you clamber down the ladder, doing your best to drop carefully down... it jars you badly having to drop that far, but you don't seem to have injured yourself. Actually you're surprised by how quickly the pain in your legs fades, and by how clearheaded you are. Part of you expected to die after laying there breathing those fumes for who-knows-how-long. Making your way up and out of the ravine, you hurry towards the sidewalks. Even though you get under cover relatively quickly, you're still soaked through by the time you find a closed shopfront with a sturdy overhang to huddle in front of. You glance in the shop window and do a double-take as something about the reflection throws you. You lean in a bit, staring... your hair isn't just dark now, it's jet black. Your eyes look dark, too, gleaming... you think you catch a hint of rainbow gleam like the surface of an oil slick, but surely that has to be a trick of the light and glass, right?\n\nYou glance aside as you see bright headlights coming your way... a sleek, black luxury car, the kind that probably costs more money than your parents made in five years. 'Wish whatever rich person was driving that thing was feeling charitable and wanted to help me out,' you think a little sourly at it as it flits by.\n\nYou're shocked when the car rather suddenly brakes, then moves into reverse, pulling up to the curb nearby. The window rolls down to reveal a very pretty thirtysomething woman with impeccably styled blonde hair and hazel eyes, looking at you with concern. "Oh you poor thing. I can't just leave you out here like this. Why don't you get in? Go ahead and hop in the back, so you don't have to run around the car in this rain," she adds, with the sound of automatic doors unlocking.\n\nYou stare for a few moments, partly in shock, partly as old 'stranger danger' warnings play through your head. But honestly, at this point you don't really care much about that, and hurry to yank open the door and clamber in. The seats are leather... and heated. You almost expect the woman to complain about your rather dirty and damp state, and for a moment she does look a little outraged as she glances over her shoulder, but her expression softens (oddly enough just as you're thinking "Please don't be mad and kick me out"). "Where can I take you? Wherever you want, just name it."\n\nThere's... something really fishy about all this, but you get the feeling she really will take you just about anywhere. But where to have her take you?\n\n<hr>\n[[The warehouse.|Palladium]]\n\n[[A nice hotel.|Palladium9x1]]\n\n[[Her place.|Palladium1x5]]

"If you were heading home, why don't we just go there?" you venture, just a little uncertainly.\n\n"Well, alright," she answers easily enough, turning back around and setting the car back into drive.\n\n'Is this some sort of... effect of breathing that stuff? Like the changes to my hair and eye color?' you muse, looking at your reflection in the window. That seems the most likely explanation. But while the only other person around is driving doesn't seem like the time to try and experiment.\n\n"What's your name?" you ask.\n\n"Angela Mallory," she answers easily, giving you a bit of a smile in the mirror.\n\nYou wait until she's pulled into the attached parking garage of a very nice-looking apartment building, getting out when she pulls into a nice wide parking space. She stands up, letting you get your first really good look at her. She's fairly tall, very pretty, fit in the way that someone who can afford both a really good personal trainer and dietician to maximize their look can be. She's wearing a black skirt-suit that shows off her hips, legs, and the cut of the jacket shows off full breasts hugged by a white silk blouse.\n\nShe shows you into the elevator, and you spend the ride up thinking little things at her... suggestions to scratch her ear, fold her arms, press one of the higher floor buttons, all of which she does without seeming to notice, or at least thinking that it's odd to do so. You notice that it does help to focus on her when you think the suggestions, she reacts much more easily when you do.\n\nEventually the elevator door opens and you follow her out and down the hall, and through a door into a large, opulent apartment. She puts her keys down, and starts to walk further in, when you decide to do a last few tests.\n\n'You want to order us a large pizza. Hawaiian.'\n\n"How does a pizza sound?" Angela says almost immediately, moving to the kitchen counter and picking up the phone. "Hawaiian okay with you?"\n\n'You want anchovies and spinach.'\n\n"I'm really craving one with anchovies and spinach on it, for some reason."\n\nSatisfied that no one would order such a pizza without mental influence, you focus on her and say, "Pepperoni and hamburger sounds better."\n\n"Pepperoni and hamburger it is," she answers smoothly, dialing the number.\n\nYou walk over and sink down onto the comfy black leather couch, just marveling for a moment. You really do have the ability to control minds! ... Now, the question is, what to do with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her intensely attracted to you.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Make her your slave.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Make her ignore your presence entirely.|Palladium]]

"F-fine, I'll be your... well, your toy," you murmur, squirming a little in place. Since it doesn't seem like you have much choice, despite the statement that you have a choice.\n\n"Good. Then from now on, you will refer to me as Sir. That is the only name you will need for me and the only way you will refer to me, unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, Sir," you say readily enough, if just a bit sulkily. After all he's made it pretty clear that he's not only in charge, but holds all the cards, what else could you say to that?\n\n"Good. Now, let's get started with your work." Your eyes widen as he calmly reaches down and undoes the fly of his pants, smoothly fishing out an already half-hard length of cock. He gives himself a few idle strokes to urge it to full hardness, his eyes never leaving your face as he does. "You will suck me off for the rest of the drive. If I don't cum at least once, you will be punished."\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey.|EricSir1x1]]\n\n[[Obey reluctantly.|EricSir]]\n\n[[Obey enthusiastically.|EricSir]]\n\n[[Refuse.|EricSir]]

The Alteration Code sounds like it could be fairly useful, with lots of ways to buff or... heheh... "buff" Servants. "I'll take that one," you say, pointing to it.\n\nMash picks the charm up out of the box, putting the rest away before affixing the Alteration Mystic Code to the pulltab of your jacket. You feel a strange sense of being more... flexible. Like maybe you could change your body a little more than you could before, or something like that.<<set $altcode = true>>\n\n"Alright, Senpai, now that you've chosen a Mystic Code, we should really go meet with the Director," Mash says. "Director Olga Marie Animusphere is in charge of carrying out the Conquest Order... ah, I should probably warn you, she's not entirely happy about it," the pink-haired girl adds.\n\n"Oh? How come?"\n\n"Well, Chaldea was created as a shield against just such history-threatening events such as this," Mash explains. "But I think the Director was expecting such an event to involve more... epic battles against foes of immeasurable power, and less..."\n\n"... Fucking?" you prompt after she trails off.\n\nMash's cheeks and ears color a little, but she nods. "Yes, I think she believed it would involve less fucking. Um, so she's a little... touchier... than she might be. Please follow me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see the Director.|FLO1x1]]

You think of somee of the points of contention that led to running away from home, trying not to make a bit of a face as you do, and answer, "Basically... I want a family that's not like, 'old fashioned' or huge on 'tradition' or any of that stuff."\n\n"So perhaps you'd like... the family of the future, then?" Santa suggests thoughtfully, tapping a glove against his bearded chin, before letting out another "Hoooo ho ho!" and thumping you gently on the back. "Well don't worry! Santa has just the thing! Now you follow this elf here, and we'll get you right to your new family!"\n\nThis all seems like it's still going to end with you sitting in a detainment area waiting for the cops, but at this point what else are you going to do? Honestly you're just too tired to make a scene. You stand up and follow the small, pointed-eared man as he trots off into one of the nearby buildings, following him through a few hallways until you arrive at a room with only one thing in it... a long, shiny, largely rounded thing made of what looks like white plastic and copper, with a padded white interior and a glass lid that's currently open to show off the bed-like shaping of the padding.\n\n"Uh." You blink a few times. Wow, they're kind of going all-out on this, huh? But how could they know what you were going to ask? Even as you're thinking that, the 'elf' holds up something in folded white and black.\n\n"Here, change into this and get in. I'll come back to pick up your clothes. Don't worry, you won't need to take anything with you."\n\n... Sounds vaguely ominous. You're now wondering if something worse than being snagged by the fuzz is going to happen as you nevertheless take the proffered item and watch the elf leave. You unfold it and it's definitely the sort of bodysuit you'd expect someone going into some sort of tech-pod to wear, complete with attached booties. Uh, boots, think of them as boots so it's less like a onesie. ... Oh, what the hell. Why not? Wherever you wind up maybe they'll have decent food at least, you think as you strip down and change into the form-fitting jumpsuit, which you're a little embarrassed to realize clings up enough to show a distinct bulge at your crotch. After steeling yourself a bit further, you clamber up into the pod and lay down, trying not to panic when the lid comes down and seals. There, there's a nice cool breeze wafting over you, so it's fine, it's not like you're going to suffocate, it's fi-\n\nThen the lid's swinging back open, but you're just realizing that the ceiling looks different when there's a number of popping sounds and what sounds like a kazoo and people are shouting "HAPPY AWAKENING DAY!"\n\nBlinking repeatedly, you sit up and look around. You are definitely in a completely different room than the one you were just in. It's bigger, and outfitted more like a bedroom, just... a really sort of sleek, shiny, retro-future bedroom, with the pod you're in where the bed would most likely go. There are also people standing around you now, wearing very shiny outfits... like they're made of solid sheets of extremely thin metal that nevertheless moves like cloth. An approaching-middle-age guy with oiled-down dark brownish-red hair in what looks like the metal-thread equivalent of a cheap suit, a blonde woman the same age with poofy hair like you've seen in classic por-, uh, eighties-era movies wearing a snug one-piece white dress that shows off her hourglass figure, a strawberry blonde girl in her mid-late teens wearing... yow, it looks like a pink and baby blue cheerleader outfit but the sleeveless top doesn't quite cover the undersides of her perky C-cups, and the skirt is just barely down to the bottom of her hips, her legs sheathed in pink thigh-high... oh, they're actually boots, not socks. All three have light caramel-colored skin, the man with blue eyes, the woman with green, and what you assume is their daughter with one of each. The other person here is a guy your own age, his black hair done in thin braids that hang down almost to his mid-back, wearing 'frameless' glasses and a fairly normal-seeming white shirt and blue pants save for being made out of that metal stuff, though he's much darker, his skin and eyes both the color of dark chocolate.\n\nOh, and there's a robot. A legit robot, apparently, since she's moving and you saw her mouth moving with the others shouting. Except she looks like something out of some old comics you found once that you weren't supposed to see, completely gold with a sort of pill-shaped upper head and little satellite dishes with floating rings around the center antennas for ears, and actual full, silver lips, as well as an obviously feminine form factor with lots of lines and plates showing on her visible 'skin'. She's also wearing a maid's outfit complete with somewhat poofy skirt. Oooookay.\n\n"Uh," you declare to the room at large, since that seems to be the thing to do.\n\n"Welcome to the future, Eric!" the man who's largely at the front of the group declares, smiling brightly. "We're your new family, the Dysons! Welcome to your new home, and happy Awakening Day!"\n\n"Awakening... future... uh... what?" you stammer.\n\n"Yeah, it's kind of a thing here," the kid your own age says wryly, giving you a grin. "For kids who are 'chrono-displaced' and taken in by a new family, your old birthday is replaced by your 'awakening day'. It's more special for the new family, I guess. Plus they don't use the Gregorian calendar anymore so figuring out when your old birthday is would be a pain."\n\n"I'm Geoff, this is Achiko, but you can call us 'Dad' and 'Mom'," the man picks up, grinning and shooting you a finger-gun so sincerely that you can't believe he didn't call you 'sport' when he did it. "And this is your new big sister Zende!"\n\n"Like, hey'n'junk," the girl chirps, grinning and wiggling her fingers at you in a wave as she blows a bubblegum bubble... that glows, and shifts through five different colors before popping.\n\n"And this is Davis, your new brother!" Geoff adds, clapping his hands down on the boy's shoulders.\n\n"Hey, nice to meet you," he says, raising a hand in a more subdued wave. "So, I know what you're going through, and all I can say is... don't freak out."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Okaaaay, deep breaths.|RunFuture1x1]]\n\n[[... YOU'RE FREAKING OUT!|RunFuture]]

Deciding you really need some time alone to gather your thoughts and figure out what's going on, you take both keycards out of her hand. She nods and, without another word, turns and walks off, apparently feeling her mission is fully accomplished.\n\nThe concierge himself comes out from around the desk to show you to the suite. You're a little nervous at first that he's going to spring some trap on you, but he just stands there looking normal and dignified, like you really were a VIP. You eye him cautiously... he's an older guy, no real accent, but the immaculate state of his clothes and his overall bearing says that even if this hotel's not exactly the Four Seasons he holds himself in similar regard to someone who works at such a luxury place. You decide to try something, sort of clearing your thoughts and saying in a casual tone, "You like country music?"\n\n"Not in the least," he answers immediately, with just the faint ghost of a scowl, the very most allowed by his idea of professional behavior no doubt. No trace of the sort of deference and immediate desire to please that he and the woman were displaying other.\n\nSo you try the opposite, focusing all your attention on him and using your best commanding tone. "Sing 'Boot Scootin' Boogie'." It is, after all, the country song that everyone knows, whether they want to or not.\n\nInstantly and without hesitation the concierge puts a Southern twang in his voice and starts singing with all evidence of apparent enthusiasm, bopping his shoulders around in a rolling twist. "Out in the country past the city limits sign, where there's a honky tonk near the county line, the joint starts jumpin' every night when the sun goes down! They got whiskey, women, music, and smoke, it's where all the cowboy folk go to boot scootin' boogie!"\n\nThe elevator door dings open while you're still watching him with a slightly wide-eyed stare, and he immediately tucks his thumbs into his belt and starts scuffling off down the hallway sideways, doing what you're guessing is his best approximation of solo line dancing. "I got a good job, I work hard for my money! When it's quittin' time, I hit the door runnin'! I fire up my pickup truck and let the horses run, I go flyin' down that highway to that hide a way, stuck out in the woods to do the boot scootin' boogie!"\n\nHe pauses briefly to use his own master keycard to unlock the door and gesture you inside, asking, "Anything else sir?" At the shake of your head, he resumes singing and boot scootin' boogies his way back down the hall, apparently intent on finishing the song even after he's departed from you.\n\nYou stare after him for a few moments, then shake your head slowly. Uh, yeah, that was... that was definitely proof that you've got some sort of <i>influence</i> over people now, as far as you're concerned. Dragging your attention away from that thought, you turn and look at the suite. ... Whoa. This might not be the Four Seasons but the suite is definitely... well, luxury suite level stuff. Sprawling, classy, with fancy but comfortable-looking furniture, what looks like a whole office, a bathroom with both a regular tub and a jacuzzi as well as a shower with more jets than a popular female vocalist, and you haven't even looked at the bedroom.\n\nYou continue to sort of wander around in a daze for a bit, starting to realize that if this... superpower... of yours is real then there's no reason you couldn't just continue mind-whammying the concierge and stay here almost permanently. Well... maybe someone above him would eventually demand to know what's going on, but maybe you could use it on them too? But as you're trying to figure things out your head starts to hurt... actually, your whole body starts to hurt, and your stomach starts to feel particularly empty. Without really thinking, just following an almost subliminal scent, you return to where you laid the goodie tote down and dig through it, finding several gourmet chocolate bars and some similarly gourmet truffles. Without hesitation you devour them all greedily, even moreso than your normal hunger might account for. The headache quickly abates and leaves in its wake a sort of general lazy drowsiness.\n\nYou saw a laundry bag and a little notice about how laundry service worked when you were in the bathroom, so moving rather lethargically you strip everything off, dump it in the bag, and drop the bag through the little chute indicated on the sheet. You manage to take a surprisingly long hot shower, rinsing away the last of the grime and what feels like an oily residue from the chemical fumes (feeling even better in the process) before tottering your way into the (of course grand and opulent) bedroom, dropping into the bed, and falling asleep like a rock off a cliff.\n\nWhen you wake up it looks like it's mid-morning from the light coming in through the windows. You feel shockingly refreshed and clear-headed... your mind's already picking up right where it left off when it apparently closed for business last night as you get up and wander naked to the dining area to order breakfast. Yes, obviously you can stay here for a while, but eventually someone too difficult for you to exert your influence ability on would look into matters and then it would lead to difficulties. Better to stay only for a few days, or a week at most, and then move on to some other hotel and do the same thing. If possible, find the same concierge again and tell him a story he can give to his superiors to explain the comped suite that would put them off. It's almost shockingly easy how all the pieces start coming together for you, even as you're browsing the room service menu and ordering food.\n\nIt doesn't take that long before the doorbell chimes. You wrap a towel around your waist just in case, but it looks like the room service cart was just left, with a note apologizing for the lack of followup service and for the delay (not that there was much of one) due to the event the hotel's hosting. There's also a shrinklocked bag containing your clothes... or rather, not your clothes, as you find once you've taken them inside and opened the wrap and found the note with them. The hotel apologizes deeply that they seem to have made an error and damaged your clothing in the wash. (Meaning the dirt was probably all that was holding them together.) The hotel has replaced them at their own expense, which, considering the room you're in, means they've replaced them with much more expensive versions of the original. You pull on the designer boxer-briefs, thin black sweater (oooo, very soft), elegantly-cut white T-shirt, and designer jeans, as well as the comfiest pair of socks you've ever owned. You can't even remember whether you put your sneakers in with the rest, but they seem to have gone ahead and provided you with some very expensive replacements anyway. The concierge must still be under the impression you're a high-end VIP.\n\n'Hm, wonder what event it is?' you muse as you tuck into your chocolate chip pancakes, chocolate chip muffins, and chocolate croissants. Well, easy enough to find out, all these hotels basically have 'Event channels'. You snag the dining area TV remote and turn it on. Hm, not the default channel, so click upward and... there it is. \n\nYou grin a bit wryly as you realize why the hotel wouldn't want the event channel as the default in the really ritzy high-end rooms... they're hosting an anime convention. Or maybe just a general nerd convention, since the costumes and content look fairly mingled. Completely normal for a hotel of this price range, but the people renting the luxury suites want to be under the delusion that they're at a <i>really</i> grand hotel as much as possible, no doubt. To that end the coverage of the convention looks fairly heavily-curated, probably done by hotel staff with strict guidelines to follow rather than the convention's own staff. (You see, in several cases, the camera hastily but smoothly pan away from certain of the cosplayers.) It looks like a fairly large one, too... not one you've ever heard of, but then Palladium City does sometimes seem to exist in its own little world. (Hm, you wonder if it being Palladium City trends it towards superhero cosplay? Interesting little think to have, but maybe later.)\n\nHm. Should you go down and partake? The freedom to have fun with such things is one of the reasons you originally left home, after all... and with your new ability, you could have quite a <i>lot</i> of fun.\n\nOn the other hand, the more publicly you use your ability, the more chances for exposure there are. You have an edgy, slightly cagey feeling that just from your altered looks and the very nature of your power... and your early, reflexive uses of it... any of the city's heroes would be rather quick to sort you into the "kid supervillain" category without giving you an opportunity to explain yourself. (Especially depending on how you use your power going forward.) It might be better just to lay low, rest up, and do a lot of important thinking while waiting for the convention to end.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down and have fun.|PalConStart]]\n\n[[Wait it out.|Palladium]]

Mostly because you intend to play it off as a joke before you ask if she knows anywhere you could stay... but also just a little bit because you're starting to have a tiny weird suspicion... you answer with a wry, "Oh, any nearby really nice hotel will do."\n\nYou're expecting her to snort... she's obviously realized that you have nothing but the very dirty and rather ragged clothes on your back... but after a brief flicker of amusement across her face her eyes do a sort of weird split-second glaze before she smiles and says, "Sure!"\n\n"Um." But she's already putting the car in gear and heading down the street, making a purposeful turn. So you just settle back, your already rather overwhelmed mind trying to turn over this strange sequence of events. 'But there's no way I could get a room, at least without her help,' you think, not really noticing as she shifts a little in her seat as if briefly needing to get comfortable with something.\n\nThe drive doesn't take too long, mostly only slowed down by a couple of late night red lights that are still weirdly long despite there being practically no traffic on any of the streets. There's a little more as you get closer to a large, gleaming building that looks like it covers most of two blocks, with enclosed walking bridges spanning across the two at various different floors above. She pulls up to the curb where one of the entrances is labeled 'Hotel Lobby', and you expect her to just let you out on the curb, like some sort of joke or at least considering her mission accomplished.\n\nBut instead she waits until a valet driver has approached to get out and accept a ticket, then looks at you expectantly. After a second you get out as well, following her into the lobby in a slightly dreamlike state, not really noticing anything but the fact that this seems to be happening. The nice lady stops at the main desk, and a slightly older man in a not-quite-a-suit stands and moves directly in front of her. He gives you a slightly dubious look, but also not a particularly shocked one somehow, and instead looks at her. "Checking in?"\n\n"Apparently," she says cheerfully.\n\nThe concierge looks thrown by that reply for all of a half second before he turns to the computer. "Reservation number?"\n\n"No reservation."\n\nThe concierge frowns at that, refocusing on her. "I'm afraid there's a rather large event being held this weekend, and the hotel is almost entirely booked up. There really isn't anything left except a few of our Palace Suites."\n\nMostly just because his slightly stiff "Victorian butler they have at Wal-Mart" manner is aggravating your sarcasm gland, you dryly declare, "Oh, it's okay, you can just comp us one of those for the inconvenience."\n\nHe shoots you a look like you'd just said that something must be free because he couldn't find the price tag, before his eyes glaze just for a heartbeat. Giving you a conciliatory nod, he says, "Certainly, I'd be more than pleased to do that for you," he says, turning back to the computer.\n\n'What,' you think, staring at him. But if it's a joke he seems to be carrying through on it, including taking setting out a set of apparently dedicated keycards with the room number engraved on them and what seems to be some sort of upscale-looking tote bag probably full of rich people goodies. The woman accepts both then turns towards you, smiling. Then for the first time she looks rather confused, as if not sure how to proceed from here now that she's gotten you this far, and sort of awkwardly holds the pair of cards out to you.\n\n... Okay, well... you guess if you take both she'll consider it job well done and leave? But if you take only one, maybe she'll think she should check in with you...? You're starting to realize you definitely got some sort of... ability to influence people from that chemical stuff, so if you take her back to your room...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take both cards.|Palladium9x2]]\n\n[[Take one card.|Palladium]]

A teenage ninja who steals stuff and pretty much does what she wants? Sounds right up your alley? Of course, it's only as you touch the image of the short-haired girl that you realize you've set yourself up to stay in a girl's body. ... Oh well, by then it's too late, you're already finding yourself getting sucked forward and into the icon. You get a very brief glimpse of a wooded area, and of the figure you're rushing towards...\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/EutnUx4.jpg>\n\n... when you impact and find yourself standing in the exact pose you saw. You blink a few times, bringing around the giant shuriken to stare at it. That's right, what the heck, who picks out a weapon like this?! ... Oh, that's right, you do! Because you're <i>awesome</i>! Ninja, ninja star, it's a completely obvious fit! Snickering a bit in praise of your own awesomeness, you tuck the weapon away and set your hands on your hips. ... Okay, maybe a little more dwelling on how awesome you are! You're Yuffie Kisaragi, hear to the leadership of Wutai! ... If Wutai can ever get out from under the thumb of Shinra.\n\nThat makes you deflate just a little, thinking of your dad and the rest of your family towing the line for those world-conquering jerkasses. But you'll fix it! You'll totally fix it! You've already got a fair bit of materia, and materia's where the money is these days. If you can get more materia, get it leveled, and sell it for good prices, you can infuse some money into Wutai's economy, and hopefully get things back on track. Of course, making some trouble for Shinra along the way is often both a good way to make some extra gil and relieve some stress, right? Right!\n\nAnyway! No time to laze around dilly-dallying! Which is totally something your dad would say, which is totally stupid because that's totally all he does. Time to get out there, start working on your plan! Today's plan is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... to ambush travelers for their materia!|FFYK1x1]]\n\n[[... to grind AP by fighting monsters!|FFYK]]\n\n[[... to make trouble for Shinra!|FFYK]]\n\n[[... to laze about dilly-dallying!|FFYK]]

About twenty minutes into your being knotted with Sandy, a couple in their early thirties wanders in, the man in jeans and a button-up flannel shirt, while the woman is in a snug white t-shirt that hugs her full tits and denim shorts that hug her round ass. Both are wearing cowboy boots and hats, the woman nudging her hat back a bit.\n\n"Didn't expect one of the traps to go off this fast, we only got the place finished yesterday."\n\n"Always someone wandering around."\n\n"Shame it's the dog pens, cow'd have been more useful."\n\n"Dogs're plenty useful. Especially ones as can stand on two legs and carry things for ya. Ah, look there, this set was obedient enough to go ahead and get in the cage, look." \n\nBoth you and Sandy look up, tails wagging against each other at the sound of the owners approaching. Your broadened tongue lolls out as Mommy starts scritching between your ears, and you tilt your head towards her.\n\n"They're certainly pretty, too. Black lab and yellow lab, that's an amusing symmetry." Mommy reaches down to lift up your tag. "'Eric'. Not the most dog-ish name in the world, oh well." She leans forward, her big tits mooshing against your face to your delight, so she can turn the other dogmorph's tag. "Ha, 'Sandy', that's just ironic enough to work since she's the black one!" She reaches back to gently begin massaging your knot and Sandy's pussy. "C'mon, boy, let's get this all down so that mommy and daddy can try you out.\n\nYou moan and pant, and soon your knot deflates enough to slip out of Sandy's pussy. You straighten up on your knees and start to stand, only to notice that now Mommy is down on her hands and knees, her shorts down around her knees to bare her full round ass and smooth pussy. You eagerly lap at her cunt a few times before mounting up, humping into her and grabbing her big tits through her t-shirt. Behind you you can hear Sandy start to moan and yip as Daddy slides his cock into her already well-fucked pussy.\n\n"Yes, yes that's it, good boy, fuck mommy, fuck mommy's pussy real good," the human woman moans as your furry belly rubs against her ass with your thrusts. You do, too, trying so hard to be a good boy, feeling a bit bad when you knock her hat off and let her long blonde hair spill free, but it's soon forgotten because you've got wonderful human pussy wrapped around your spearlike doggy dick. Sandy seems to be having just as good a time with Daddy fucking her as he pinches at her nipples or kneads her furry black ass.\n\nAs you feel your knot swelling again and start pushing against Mommy's pussy, she reaches back and takes a firm hold of the slick orb. You yip a bit in surprise, then when she squeezes and rubs you feel so good that you start spurting into her, not caring that it's just the other ten inches stuffed fully inside of her. She gives your knot a few more squeezes and plays with your balls, while Daddy pulls his cum-smeared cock out of Sandy and rubs it dry on the soft fur of her butt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|RunFarm2M4x5]]

You pant and gasp heavily while Mommy wiggles out from under you, leaving you on all fours again. Then you let out a huff of pleased surprised as Daddy pushes his cock into your ass, sliding in until his hips press against your furry cheeks. Lightly gripping the base of your tail, he starts pumping, his big human sack thumping against your big furry one. "Y'like that, boy? Y'like daddy's big fat cock up your ass?" At your happy bark of agreement, Daddy snorts a bit. "Think we oughtta let 'em talk? They're workers, not livestock, after all."\n\n"Only if you change his name," Mommy answers, now on her back with her shorts around the top of her boots, heels tucked against her ass and knees spread wide so that Sandy can eagerly slurp your load out of her pussy. "I just can't take a dog named Eric seriously. Since the black one's named Sandy, how about naming the blonde one Blackie?"\n\n"Mite insensitive, doncha think? Might offend someone," Daddy grunts as he plunges his cock into your teenage dogboy ass harder.\n\n"Oh, fine then," Mommy huffs, staying calm despite Sandy's broad tongue lapping at her cunt, other than an occasional 'mm' low in her throat. "Just something typically doggish, like Rover or Chance or Ace."\n\n"Ace ain't bad." Daddy nods, the letters on your tag changing as he reaches down to give your cock a few strokes in time with his own thrusts into your ass. "Whattya say, Ace?"\n\n"Ohhhh, thank you Daddy," you moan happily, before giving another cheerful bark as he starts spurting his cum deep inside you, your own third load streaming down onto the concrete floor.\n\nPulling out of your ass, Daddy points towards the door. "Now, there's a loada corn feed out in the truck, you start carrying that over to the barn."\n\n"Daddy, can I have your cock again?" Sandy asks with an innocent expression, looking over her shoulder as her tail wags above her raised ass.\n\n"Just th' once more, then y'gotta go help Ace, understand?"\n\nYou stand up, starting to calm down now that you've been given work to do, your knot deflating and your cock slowly retreating into your sheath. You grin at Mommy getting up and pulling her shorts up, and at Daddy starting to fuck your mate's pussy again while she coos and yips excitedly. Then you head out to get to work, there's a lot to do on a farm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|RunFarm2M4xEnd]]

Okay so at this point it's obvious this is not just some eccentric scientist recruiting human guinea pigs. If it wasn't incredibly obvious before, you are standing in front of a supervillain... hell if nothing else the manipulative, grandiose speech should prove that.\n\nThe thing is, she's right. You left home and then just wandered to Palladium City because it seemed like the thing to do at the time, and once you got here you just settled into day to day survival and trying to scrape by. You've never once had any direction other than "away" from your previous one. So supervillain or not, you find yourself saying, "So how do we start?"\n\nDr. Life's mismatched eyes twinkle in delight as she straightens up. "Remove your clothing, please."\n\nThat gets a blush out of you, but you only hesitate briefly before removing the simple scrubs-like garments you were given. Of course, at this proximity to the beautiful, well-endowed Dr. Life and with that sweet, seductive scent of hers, along with the excitement thrumming through your veins at both the situation and undressing in a strange, interesting place, your cock springs free the moment you push the pants down, jutting into the air as you straighten up and try not to be embarrassed. Of course the much bigger shock is when Dr. Life wraps one of her latex-gloved hands around your shaft and starts stroking it gently. \n\n"Oh don't worry about this, darling, I don't mind one bit," she practically purrs, her hand working with a gentle twisting motion seemingly designed to practically milk you. "In fact I don't doubt I'll be seeing quite a lot of it in its <i>enhanced</i> form, but just to relax you a little, why not fire a quick one off right now? Hm?" she adds in a soft coo, leaning forward to put her tits almost right in your face again, letting you see how they wobble with the motions of her arm.\n\nOf course with all that stimulation it doesn't take long, and you give a soft moan as you fire off long ropes of cum out into the air, sending them to splatter on the pristine floor of the lab. Dr. Life's eyes watch all this, and you can't help but feel like she's judging both the arc and distance (as well as other things) as she raises her hand and licks several globs of your jizz off her shiny golden glove. "Hm. Yes, potential indeed. Lots of room for improvement... but that's what potential is for, after all," she informs you cheerfully. "Now, do have a seat, darling." \n\nBlushing, and still dribbling just a little bit, you nonetheless obey and settle onto the chair, leaning back into an almost prone position, the whole thing shaped somewhat like a very shallow S. Dr. Life begins working the control panel nearby, and you try not to jump as a set of manacles studded with hoses swing around and sheath your forearms, other manacles that look like they're just restraints covering your lower legs. More panels with connected tubes press up against your sides and the sides of your neck, and a translucent visor lowers down in front of your face.\n\n"Just relax. It will feel very odd at first, but that should pass quite quickly. This is a combination of genetic modifications and exposure to special substances," Dr. Life explains as she continues to tap at the screen of the controls. "As well as some mental conditioning. As long as you relax, any discomfort will pass very quickly, and I think you'll quite enjoy the rest of the process... on multiple levels."\n\nWell you enjoyed the prelude to it enough, so okay. You settle in, trying to steady your breathing and steady your heartbeat as the machines attached to the chair start to hum and the tubes gurgle softly as differently-colored liquids pass through them. You wince a little at the strange pressure and heat of them apparently being pushed into your body in large amounts despite not feeling any sensation of pinching or stabbing like you were being jabbed with needles, it's like it's just being pressed into your body right through the plates around your arms and sides and neck. You can see words and information streaming constantly across the visor, but can barely make out words here and there, and most of those don't make any sense.\n\nAnd yet as the strange pressure and uncomfortable heat settle into a more gentle feeling of a light touch across your body and a sort of tingly, easy warmth, you start to be able to read it, sort of. It's not as if the text slows, it's still blurring across the visor, but you have a sort of general feeling of understanding it, like you know what it's saying even if you're not actually reading it word by word. At the same time you can feel your body beginning to change... and it <i>excites</i> you, thinking of the genetic recombination going on inside your cells, the alterations to your bones and muscles and perhaps even your brain as you're altered. You can feel your waist and shoulders growing more slender, your hips rounding out and your ass pressing more against the padding of the chair, as well as your thighs and calves doing the same as they gain roundure and some length. You can even see your feet changing and becoming more delicate and pretty, past the erect pillar of your cock which, if anything, is growing longer and thicker. You can feel a new pressure and heat intensifying low in your belly and even moreso between your legs, beneath the drape of your balls, and let out a delighted shiver as some of the pressure is released and you can feel the drape of your sack against your skin more intimately as wetness starts dripping down your taint. Of course your view of your lower body starts to be obstructed as your chest goes soft, your nipples turning pinker and puffier, the nubs capping them thickening and poking out further as your chest swells and bulges, quickly growing into a pair of large, full mounds that quiver and wobble with your body's gentle shudders.\n\nYou can feel more pressure in your scalp as well as the ticklish sensation of your hair sliding down your shoulders as it lengthens and darkens. But most of your attention is taken up as Dr. Life, having left the controls, steps back into your view. She's discarded both her top and loincloth, leaving her in naught but her gloves and boots, those truly enormous breasts bared... as well as a thick, jutting pillar of flesh from her crotch, soft, smooth, balls hanging heavily below it. Without a word or hesitation she swings astride the chair and lowers herself onto you, with you moaning as you can feel but not see your still growing cock sliding into the hot, sodden pussy between her legs. Her balls settle onto your belly, which is turning smoother and firmer, more obviosly feminine even as they do, before she starts slowly but firmly riding you, huge tits wobbling gently back and forth and that fat prick bobbing enough to lightly slap against your belly and just under your own tits each time.\n\n"Isn't it wonderful, feeling yourself change? Unlocking the potential of your own body using the potential of others?" she moans out, reaching forward to knead your own tits even as they continue to swell and expand, latex-sheathed fingers tweaking and tugging at your nipples.\n\n"Yesssss," you groan in reply, reflexively pressing against your restraints but unable to do anything but be passively used for your cock, to have that wonderful change wash over you, to have knowledge poured into your mind.\n\n"But even better, thinking of what you can do to others?" Dr. Life continues, rolling and bucking her hips, her flat belly flexing visibly as she squeezes her inner walls around you, the reaction sending little dribbles of pre from her cock dripping to your belly. "Thinking of taking them, using their unlocked potential, advancing <i>science</i> for the sake of <i>science</i>!"\n\n"Yes! Yes, I can't <i>wait</i> to change them, to alter their DNA, to see what I can do by toying with what nature left unfinished!" you squeal happily, your voice coming out sweeter, sultrier, and yet still somehow familiar.\n\n"Yes, oh yes!" Dr. Life moans out, throwing her head back as she obviously starts to lose herself, riding your bound, changing body more urgently, making her hefty boobs actually bounce now and her cock slap firmly against your belly each time. "To have all that knowledge poured into your mind just like you're going to pour your cum into me, to have your potential opened and expanded! You know whose DNA I used, don't you, don't you know who I've made you, don't youuuu!"\n\n"Yes, Motherrrrr!" you wail softly as you jerk your hips up, emptying your newly enhanced and altered balls into the depths of your genetic progenitor as she bucks and twists atop you, her own stiff prick twitching as it spurts long ropes of cum out onto your huge, quivering tits, and either onto the surface of the visor or your lower face, a few sweet, almost literally creamy drops hitting your lips and dribbling onto your tongue.\n\nA few seconds later, as you're both trembling in the sweet intensity of the afterglow, the restraints and other panels retract, Dr. Life lifting herself off of your still-hard cock as they do. But rather than getting off of the chair entirely, she merely settles back some and lifts your newly womanly legs, pushing them forward. With one hand she lifts your balls up and out of the way, pressing her hefty prick beneath them and into your brand new pussy, making you moan sweetly as she stretches and fills you up when pushing forward. Though she's stretching you so much and feels so big, it's still effortless for her to push inside... as if your pussy was made to fit her, and you've little doubt now that it was. Keeping you bent almost double, she leans forward to kiss you deeply as the visor swings out of the way, her massive tits pillowing over your not-quite-as-massive ones as she starts to work her hips, fucking you sweetly but fervently as your arms wrap around her. Despite the fact that her last load is still smearing all over the two of you's tits and her own lips as she kisses you, it's not that long before she's filling you up with sweet, sticky heat, your own prick twitching and shuddering as it paints the undersides of all four massive mammaries with your load.\n\nYou let yourself remain in a pleasant daze of just feeling the sensations of your unlocked potential as Dr. Life pulls out of you and draws you up with her, both of you stepping over to a nearby shower area to clean up, though she doesn't bother to take off her gloves and boots beneath the stream of water. Afterwards she runs a brush through your hair and helps you into an outfit almost identical to hers, save with several bright sections of silver patterned into the gold. Finally, having redonned her own scanty outfit, she draws you over to a plain, old-fashioned mirror to let you have a look, smiling as she stands behind you with her hands on your shoulders.\n\nThe resemblance is... well, not quite identical, so clearly she hasn't modified your genetics to the point of turning you into a clone, but you'd say you now share much more than 50% genetic identity with her. You're about half a head shorter, and your breasts aren't quite as massive... barely bigger than your own head rather than half again the size. Your hips and rear are just a bit more slender, all of it enough to give you the appearance of being younger. Despite your face closely resembling hers now, your eyes are still green, albeit one has faded to a much paler green. But the hair, the face, even the shape of your navel, all of them mirror hers.\n\n"You see, I needed someone with the appropriate potential to not only assist me in my work, but also to be my legacy," your mother says in a happy tone as she strokes your hair. "One who could have all that I am poured into them and not overflow, spilling the important things onto the floor. But to all indications you're just as I hoped... someone fitting to be both my genetic and scientific legacy. You should have a new name to go with that... for now, how about 'Lifebeam'?"\n\nBlushing a little, you turn towards her and give her a smile. "I'll make you proud, Mom."\n\n"Yes, darling, I know you will." Smiling back, she leans in to give you a quick peck on the lips and a squeeze of one breast, before she straightens and glances at the underside of one wrist. "Tch, is it that time already? Mommy has an appointment with some friends, darling, though I hate to procreate and run. But you do have all the knowledge you need to experiment with both today's crop of subjects and any we already had on hand." She pauses, then smiles. "Although I suppose you could come with me and meet my coworkers. I'm sure many of them will be interested in you, and you might find some of them quite interesting as well."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay and experiment.|Lifebeam]]\n\n[[Go with her.|Lifebeam]]

"Hey, do you really think I could be your assistant?" you ask, blinking as you notice that at the end of the list. "I mean my grades weren't exactly awful, but I don't know anything about, like... genetics or psychology or anything like that, other than what they taught in public school."\n\n"So a few things about fruit flies and the most basic of Punnett Squares, no doubt. But don't worry, dear, if I'm right about your <i>unique potential</i>, I think you'll make an absolutely wonderful assistant for me," Dr. Life practically coos as she sets her hands on your shoulders and starts guiding you along. "In fact I was actually hoping you'd pick that option. I've been quite looking forward to the day when someone with enough potential came along to make my preparations worth it."\n\n"Preparations?" You blink as you're shown into what's obviously a lab... a huge, sprawling lab, and absolutely something right out of a comic book with massive glass tubes surrounded by equipment, robotic arms every which place. You stare some as she shows you to an elaborate lounge-configuration chair, most of it made of gold chrome with black padding.\n\n"Yes, you see, I've been designing this to help create my perfect assistant. This device is the result of several years of intense preparation... it includes numerous ingredients that would require yet more years of work and careful concoction to recreate, so I doubt I'll ever do so again. But it will imbue you with not only greater physical abilities like the other genetic treatments, but the knowledge and even drive necessary to be my assistant, and help me with my great work." She turns you to face her and rests her hands on your shoulders, leaning down, and for the first time you're able to focus on her face enough to realize that her eyes are mismatched... one pink and one blue. "You've chosen wonderfully, Eric, for once you sit in that chair and finish this process, you'll gain the thing you've <i>truly</i> been lacking, which drove you from your home, which had you wandering the streets directionless and lost... <i>meaning</i>. Meaning to your life! A passion that feeds you even as it consumes you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa!|Lifebeam1x2]]\n\n[[Okay, crazy lady is crazy, time to leave.|Lifebeam]]

Crawling over on all fours, you cock wiggling around under you, you move up behind Sandy. Not bothering to announce yourself, you straighten up and grab her by the waist, thrusting your cock into her upraised pussy. She gasps into the foodbowl, then moans as you start pumping into her quickly, jerking your hips to fuck her good and fast. She takes a few more quick bites, then knocks the bowl away with her hand as she plants herself more firmly, lifting her ass to a better height for you to thrust at.\n\nYou moan at the feel of her pussy around you, hot and grasping and getting wetter with every thrust. You start pumping quickly, not noticing or caring as your hair begins spreading down your neck. Sandy huffs and pants from her position, her little A-cup tits starting to grow gradually larger as several small pink nubs form in lines beneath them. You squeeze at her waist as you look down at her, seeing the thick layer of black fur starting to spread down her back, and noticing that her tits are now big enough to jiggle underneath her. You fall forward, your furry chest pressing against her back as you reach around to grab her tits, squeezing them as the soft black fur now covering everything but the nipple rubs against your palms. Giving a happy groan, this position feeling much more natural anyway, you slide your hands down, feeling her second pair of tits growing against your hands as you give them a squeeze as well. \n\nYou cock reddens, its shape shifting to be more tapered as it slides in and out of the pink wetness of Sandy's black-furred pussy. You can feel her growing tail pressing against your belly, so you briefly straighten up again, squeezing her round fuzzy butt as her tail finishes growing and wags back and forth a few times. Then you lean forward again, letting her tail brush against your side, your own tail jutting up for balance of your thrusts as you begin pumping in again. The golden fur covering your balls and crotch moves upward, forming a snug skin ring around the base of your glistening canine cock.\n\nYou try to manage "Gonna cum" as you feel your knot press against her hot doggy cunt with your next thrust, but all that comes out is several excited barks, answered by more barks from beneath you. Your face lengthens, nose taking on a more animalistic shape, your ears perking uward and taking on a curvature to give you that final doglike look as you give the last few pumps, forcing her more and more open. Then with one last thrust, you shove your knot deep inside her, both of you howling happily with release. \n\nYou moan and pant as you start pouring your load into your mate, running your hands along her six breasts, the nice big C-cups at the top gradually down to the round A-cups on the bottom. But after a few moments you feel the urge to raise up and turn, swinging your leg around so that the two of you can press your asses together. Sandy pants happily, and after a minute goes back to eating from her food dish. You whimper a little, hoping she leaves some for you... all that fucking made you hungry.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|RunFarm2M4x4]]

"Well, um..." You try to think of what you could possibly say to explain yourself that wouldn't wind up with him freaking out and alerting security. "You see, we... came to do the thing, but then we couldn't do the thing, because we can't get upstairs."\n\n"Oh! You mean that you're with Shinra Maintenance, you lost your card, and you can't get upstairs to fix stuff! Yeah, here," he says, passing you a keycard. "Yeah, this place is really falling apart. You better get to work!" With that, he wanders away again.\n\n"What... was that?" Cloud asks as he walks up, he and Barret looking over your shoulders at the card.\n\n"Well, I thought I'd try to talk to him, since you're not always that good with people," you admit, glancing at him sheepishly.\n\n"... And that was you being good with people?"\n\nYou smack him on the shoulder. "Shut up. It worked, didn't it?" Before he can come up with a comeback for that, you turn and hurry back to the stairway and hurry up the stairs, trying not to think of whether Cloud or Barret might catch a peek as you go up ahead of them. The door on the next level opens up ahead of you, and the three of you emerge into a much stuffier, somewhat musty-smelling area. Passing by several doors, you peek inside and spot a number of bookshelves. Some sort of archives, then? You spot someone standing about near an open doorway, and since you've had decent luck with it so far, you just walk right up to him.\n\n"Oh! Hello there! Mayor Domino is in his office. I'm the deputy mayor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask," the white-clad man at the doorway announces.\n\n"... Soooo, we can just walk right in and talk to the mayor of Midgar, if we want?" you ask, wrinkling your nose a bit in suspicion. \n\n"One at a time, but otherwise..." The deputy mayor simply gives you a tolerant look and waves you towards the door, as if that should be self-explanatory. You glance at Cloud and Barret, both of whom make mocking versions of the deputy mayor's 'feel free' gesture. Shaking your head, you walk into the office without any further ado. Of course, once you actually enter and talk to the wrinkled little old man pacing in his office, it doesn't take too long for him to expound on the problem himself.\n\n"Treating me like some sort of puppet! As if I'm a librarian! Bah!" he huffs, shaking his fists at the sky. "I had dreams of changing this city when I took office, but they've all been dashed just because I let my entire campaign be funded by Shinra, Inc.! Curse you, Andrew Harris!"\n\n"Who's...?"\n\n"Oh, nevermind." Waving your inquiry off, the mayor moves to sit behind his desk. He spends a few moments puttering around in the desk drawers, talking as he does. "Now, you're obviously here to make trouble, and that suits me just fine. But since I'm stuck in this office all day with nothing to do but play computer solitaire and masturbate, I'm pretty damned bored. So you'll have to amuse me a bit before I'll let you have the keycard that will get you upstairs."\n\nSo saying, he lays out a number of plastic cups with words written on them. "Now, under one of these is my keycard. Under the others are some nifty little things I nicked from the Shinra development lab the last time they made a show of giving me a tour. There are clues as to which is the right word scattered through the library, in the form of misfiled books. Or you can just guess, which would definitely be way more amusing for me. Or..." And he gives you the dirtiest old man look you've ever gotten, even including Don Corneo. "You could always keep me company while your friends go on ahead with the keycard."\n\n<hr>\n[[Clues.|FFTL6x1]]\n\n[[Guess.|FFTL4x1]]\n\n[["Company."|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"You signal us when it's safe to move, we'll follow your lead."\n\nCloud nods, then spends several moments watching the movements of the guards from around the corner of the doorframe. Apparently spotting his opportunity, he darts out and past the first statue, stopping behind the second and watching out of the corner of his eye briefly before running again. A few moments later he beckons to you, guiding you in much the same pattern, before adjusting himself for Barret's slightly slower run. He spends a bit longer watching the second set of guards, who apparently had too much coffee this morning, before repeating the process. This time you and Barret both spend much longer huddled behind the statues each time, but eventually you make it past them and circle around to enter a much cleaner, much more modern-styled internal stairwell area.\n\nHeading up the stairs, you find that the next floor's doorway is just hanging open. Emerging into the open space, all three of you have to stop and stare at the sheer difference between this and the last area, plus the sheer opulence on display. This is obviously some sort of employee lounge, and the floors are shiny green marble instead of utilitarian lined metal. A number of large, round wooden tables are arranged about the area, with comfy-looking dining chairs arranged around them. But what dominates the entire area is the <i>tree</i>... a large, living tree growing out of some sort of large stand in the middle of the room, its leafy green branches spreading out over the lounge area like a canopy. Thinking of all the people in the slums who would be amazed to see so much as a weed thriving in the polluted dirt of the lower city, you can't help but grind your teeth at Shinra's show of opulence here in the heart of their empire. Jerks!\n\nStill fuming a bit, you take a look around, noticing that most of the Shinra employees milling about are paying you no mind. One guy, however, is staring at your little group almost expectantly. Seeing Cloud heading his way, you decide not to rely on his rather... blunt... communication skills and instead hurry forward to talk to the guy yourself.\n\n"Oh, hey there." He looks you up and down, eyes pausing in the obvious places you're used to, before fixing on your face. "What are you doing here...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be demanding.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Be vague.|FFTL2x19]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">Hi, cutie!</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"Gyeeeek!" Yanking down your skirt in front and back, you clamp your knees together and step back against the railing. "B-Barret, you go on ahead!"\n\n"Huh? But I-"\n\n"Just <i>go</i>," you growl, glaring at him. Something in your eyes must have convinced him, since he seems to find a second wind and goes sprinting up the stairs ahead of you. "You too," you snap at Cloud, who hurries along after Barret with even less argument. Letting out a little huff, you quickly tug your top back down and into place. Digging a hand towel out of your item bag, you do a quick bit of dabbing, including as much as you can dare under your skirt without taking long enough to make one of the others start wondering why you're lagging so far behind. While it doesn't entirely fix the problem, you've soaked out enough of the sweat that you don't seem to be in danger of going see-through any time soon. Shaking your head in embarrassment, you resume your jog up the stairs, trying to pace yourself a bit more this time.\n\nYou eventually catch up to the boys waiting for you at the top of the stairs. "Looks like this is as far up as we can go with the stairs. From hereon out, we'll have to go into the building itself." He turns and works the access panel for a moment, before the door slides open. He glances out, then beckons the two of you on, hurrying past the view of a camera and hoping the guard's asleep or something. You seem to be in some sort of basic lobby type area, or perhaps just a break room for the guards or something, since there's not much other than the oddly overengineered walls, floor, and a table with a couple of couches. Off to one side are some elevator doors, with a placard you think reads 'Express - Lobby' or something like that. The only other elevator doors are guarded by a handful of red-coated Shinra troopers, who... somehow seem to have not noticed you yet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|FFTL2x16]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">Guards? Oh, you can "distract" guards!</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"Look, it would be better to keep things quiet until we find Aerith, right?" you urge gently. "If they have so much warning that we're coming to rescue her, they'll increase the guard around her... or worse, they could move her to some other facility outside of Midgar where we'd never find her."\n\nThat last seems to settle it, and Cloud gives a firm nod. "Let's look for a quiet way in."\n\nThe two of you start circling around the back, with Barret bringing up the rear, grumbling all the way. You soon find a semi-enclosed passageway that leads to a side door. A bit of fiddling with the access keypad sees you inside, the stairwell within dirty and cluttered with litter. "Man, we seriously gonna climb all these stairs?" Barret groans, but once Cloud takes off jogging up them, there's not much else he (or you) can do but start jogging along after him.\n\nSoon you're sweating, panting, and generally uncomfortable... while your top is designed with plenty of support in mind, it's mostly meant for short runs and mild jumps. Prolonged jogging up stairs was not thought of when you bought it, and your tits bouncing with every step soon starts to get rather aggravating. Between that and Barret's constant complaining, you're not sure whether you'd rather have gone in through the front way or just killed Barret before you started up.\n\nEventually, Barret simply stops, gasping and heaving and bellyaching, and Cloud stops nearby him, eyeing the big man as if he actually might be concerned. You stop at the next landing, looking down at them with a frown. "Well, listen, you just go back if you want, but I'm going on upward." You turn and start to step, then pause, looking down.\n\nEven for you, jogging up all these stairs has been a workout. Your entire body is damp with sweat, and your shirt is sticking to you... it's not quite transparent yet, but you imagine that it probably won't be for much longer. Besides that, you notice it's ridden up a bit, actually baring part of the underside of your breasts. And if your shirt is this wet and ridden-up... well, you can only imagine the state of your white panties, which are thinner, and under a layer of leather that's probably caused even <i>more</i> sweat.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crap! Send the boys up ahead so they can't see!|FFTL2x15]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">If you're worried about them seeing your sweaty panties, just take the panties off. ♥</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You've found that the best way to work in this group is hitting hard and fast and then falling back to join the others, letting them do the same. Seeing an opening, you rush the lead guard, slamming a quick one-two punch to the chestplate of his armor before dropping back to Cloud's side. The ex-SOLDIER then rushes in, slicing along the chestpiece, the sharp edge of the immense sword catching in the dent you caused and actually rending the armor open. Almost the moment Cloud has fallen back, Barret plants his feet and concentrates a burst of gunfire right into the tear in the crimson metal, the guard almost immediately dropping back, bits and pieces of his armor flying off comically.\n\nThe three of you repeat the process two more times, eliminating all three guards. You blink as they shimmer and then just dissolve into a series of red planes and then nothing. Looking over at Cloud in shock, he shrugs. "Mako battery feedback, it happens." As if that were a normal thing that wasn't worth freaking out about at all, he kneels down and picks something up off the floor. "Looks like one of them dropped his keycard, good. Let's go." He heads off towards the elevator doors, and after a moment more of staring you follow him.\n\nThe elevator is cylindrical and glass, and you for a moment you can't help but just enjoy the view of the city spread out below you, gleaming and bright, with a few stars managing to peek through the light pollution and smog. Of course, the large wedge of darkness with smoke rising from it in part of circle the city forms quashes any enjoyment of the view you might have, and you bitterly turn your back towards it. Cloud inserts the card into a slot on the control console, and after he presses a few buttons experimentally, presses the one for the next floor up. Cloud turns and glances at you, and you murmur quietly, "I hope Aeris is alright."\n\nThe elevator comes to a somewhat ungainly halt despite its sleek appearance, and once again the three of you rush out and past the camera. This looks to be another area primarily for guards, perhaps simply to make getting further into the building difficult... boy, Shinra sure is rich, able to devote multiple floors of its building to just having guys march around. There are two oddly-dressed blue guards, and the three of you approach, ready for a fight. But one simply waves you off. "Your kind don't belong here!" he bellows, before resuming his at-ease stance.\n\n"Uh... okaaaay." You trade glances with Cloud and Barret, then point off to the side. "Then we're just going to... go over there. And go into that room." Which looks like it leads right around them, to judge by where the other door is.\n\n"That's fine," the guard says placidly, not moving from his stance.\n\nWith another glance at the others and a shrug, the three of you move around and enter the doorway, which looks to be... some sort of vital command office, to judge by all the consoles and the large computer bank. And, as Cloud discovers a moment later, the other door does exit into the area behind the front guards. ... Are they guards? Maybe they're just some insane guys that wandered into the building and took up guard positions and no one has asked them to leave.\n\n"I could try to give you two signals to help you sneak by," Cloud muses. "Or we could just fight them and whatever reinforcements they call, if you don't think you could manage that."\n<hr>\n[[Sneak.|FFTL2x18]]\n\n[[Fight.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493 ;">"Distract."</span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

There's no way to those elevators other than through the guards. Exchanging a glance with the other two, you silently agree and rush forward, one of them shouting "Halt, intruders!" as the little group runs forward to meet you.\n\nIn the blink of an eye, all three guards are clad in massive red power armor, leaving them towering several feet over you. "What the?!" you yelp in surprise, pulling up short and reflexively putting up your fists in a fighting stance.\n\n"Shinra's modular technology has gotten really good," Cloud murmurs, in what feels distinctly like some sort of handwave. But you've got more important things to worry about... like power-armored guards! As if that weren't obvious. One takes a few lumbering steps forward and unleashes a spray of bullets at you, most missing but a few of them deflecting off your bracer. Still, you shake your wrist with the force of the impact, these guys aren't kidding around! \n\n<hr>\n[[Use strike-and-fall-back tactics.|FFTL2x17]]\n\n[[Your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandad once suplexed a <i>train</i>! You can do the same to some wimpy power armor!|FFTLPlaceholder]]

Fuming, you nevertheless restrain yourself to glaring hatefully at the man along with Cloud and Barret as he points down at you. "You have no chance to survive, make your time," he announces flatly, before the helicopter turns and flies off, his monotone "Hahaha" carrying back to you on the breeze.\n\nCursing, Barret races to the edge of the platform, looking desperately for any method of escape. Noticing a cluster of cables bound to a hook, he calls you and Cloud over. Both of you hug to his sides and wrap your arms around his biceps before he leaps over the guardrail. The three of you drop sickeningly for long moments before there's a hard yank that's almost as bad before you start swinging on a low arc. Behind you, you can hear the deafening roar of explosions starting, and a hellish, overwhelming shriek of rending metal, overlapped with tens of thousands of people simultaneously screaming in terror. For a moment the sheer horror of it all, of the sense of that massive weight dropping towards you from above, almost makes you want to let go so that you can die with everyone else. Then you remember Marlene and Aerith, and hug tighter to Barret's side, squeezing your eyes shut.\n\nYou feel something pass within a foot of your side as the cable sends you hurtling through the barely-open door between sectors 7 and 5. The cable hits the top of the doorway and yanks up hard, this final twist enough to break Barret's grip and sending all three of you hurtling up and forward before dropping to roll agonizingly across the playground gravel. You have the breath knocked out of you as you thump up against the oversized Mog-head slide, and momentarily lay there, insensate with motion sickness and sadness. When you finally start to focus back on the real world and push yourself to your feet, you see Barret howling and berating the pile of rubble spilling out of the slightly open doorway you escaped through, tears streaking down his cheeks.\n\n"Marlene! MARLEEENE!"\n\n"Barret, calm down!" Cloud snaps, getting rather gingerly to his feet as well.\n\nBarret whips around to face him, eyes wild, before you step between the two. "Barret, wait, I think Marlene's okay."\n\n"Wh-wha...?"\n\n"That girl on the helicopter, Aerith, she's a friend of ours. Before we went up the pillar, I asked her to go get Marlene."\n\n"She... she said, 'Marlene's safe'," Barret murmurs, the enormous man sniffling like a child trying to calm down after bawling.\n\n"Right." Managing a smile, you nod to him. "She must have gotten Marlene out of Sector 7 before those guys captured her."\n\n"... Her mother's," Cloud says, his hand cupping his chin. "Aerith would definitely take Marlene to her mom."\n\n"Well shit!" Barret wipes his face and slams the full force of his tough guy persona back into place. "Let's get going! Lead the way!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Cloud lead you.|FFTL2x12]]\n\n[[Have Cloud lead Barret, you've got a score to settle with Corneo.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Have Cloud give Barret directions, then the two of you head to Wall Market.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

Cloud's tough, and this guy hasn't thrown anything at the three of you that you can't handle yet. Concentrating on rushing in for another barrage of punches at the Turk, when you settle back into place you see that Cloud is fine, albeit now trapped inside some sort of yellow energy pyramid, without the room to move. Barret, apparently, feels confident enough that he won't hurt Cloud to pepper the pyramid with bullets, the energy planes shattering and allowing the former SOLDIER to rejoin the fight.\n\nAfter only another few quick exchanges of blows, Reno staggers back, then makes a show of looking at his watch. "Oop, out of time, gotta go." He immediately turns and runs to the edge of the platform, leaping over the guardrail and diving into the open door of the passing helicopter, which quickly pulls away before Barret can start shooting at it again.\n\nDisregarding your fled opponent, you rush over to the input console, summoning up everything Jessie ever taught you or that you picked up in passing. You wince slightly at the first few probing commands, and look over at Cloud. "I can't stop it... it looks like it's set to go off immediately if it detects any tampering."\n\n"Dammit!" Barret slams his hand against the side of the console.\n\nAt the sound of another helicopter's rotor, the three of you turn towards the edge of the platform again. Another Shinra helicopter rises into view, though this one bears a man whose black suit is impeccably pressed, his long black hair combed back and smoothed with product. Barret almost opens fire, until you spot another form huddled on the floor of the helicopter. "Aerith!" you call, causing Barret to yank his gun down and look back and forth, flummoxed.\n\nAt that the pink-clad girl rouses, and calls down to you, "Tifa, don't worry! Marlene's safe! I-"\n\n"Quiet," the black-haired man snaps, backhanding Aerith and sending her crumpling to the floor again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay that is it you have had ENOUGH OF SHINRA'S SHIT.|FFTL5x1]]\n\n[[Now's not the time to fly off the handle.|FFTL2x11]]

"There's no time to waste, we don't want to leave Aerith in Shinra's grasp a moment longer than we have to," you announce, and the other two nod in agreement before the three of you turn and hurry out the door.\n\n"But how'll we get up to the plate?" Barret wonders as you walk away from Aerith's house. "Ain't no way the trains are gonna be runnin' after that, an' even if they were, we..." He scowls miserably. "We ain't got Jessie to make us fake IDs anymore."\n\n"Let's head to Wall Market. We may be able to find something there," Cloud suggests. "It's not much, but it's the only lead we've got for right now."\n\nIt turns out to be a decent one... a bit of investigation, a bit of haggling, and a very long, very harrowing climb up a combination of scaffolding for the plate and detritus from the catastrophe, and you eventually find yourself standing on the plate, looking up at the towering skyscraper and its ominous red diamond logo. Resisting the urge to make any quips about 'compensating for something' (Cloud long ago got tired of that joke), you look at the other two. "We should look for a quiet way we can sneak in."\n\n"Hell with that!" Barret shouts, making you wince and glance around to see if anyone's there to hear him. "I say we go right through the goddamn front door!"\n\nYou resist the urge to facepalm, then look over at Cloud. He looks uncertain, but you do notice him glancing towards the front door thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push for the quiet approach.|FFTL2x14]]\n\n[[Let the boys have their way.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

There's a lot that both your heart and head are pushing you to do, but one of the few they agree on is that you want to see that Marlene's safe too. Cloud leads the two of you back through what looks like an abandoned construction area full of forgotten, rusting I-beams and old equipment. The plate dropping seems to have riled up a good number of monsters, driving them out of hiding and making them lash out at you whenever you pass, but between the three of you none of them are a real problem. Soon you emerge into a more typical slums-type area, ramshackle homes and businesses made out of scrap sheets of metal and discarded wood along with the occasional tarp or group of blankets. But Cloud leads you past all that and through a side area, to what seems like a little slice of beauty hidden away beneath the plate.\n\nYou're shocked at the sight of the real house, but more than that, that even the air is clearer here, and that there seems to be a small but thriving <i>garden</i> off to one side of the house. You thought that not even grass or weeds grew beneath the plate, but Aerith has somehow managed to get actual flowers and vegetables to grow? For the first time you begin to wonder if there's a lot, lot more to your new friend than just some random girl Cloud bumped into after he fell from the plate.\n\nCloud leads you up the path and inside, where you have a chance to meet Aerith's mother and reunite with Marlene. Barret tearfully hugs his daughter and tries to comfort her from recent experiences... though to your eye, it looks as much like it's the other way around. Elmyra heaves a sigh as she explains. "Aerith brought that little girl here, but she hadn't been here for more than a minute before that Tseng showed up. Always figured his true colors would shine through someday, and he did, saying the girl was related to a terrorist or somesuch, they'd have to take her in. Aerith said she'd go along with Tseng willingly if they'd just leave Marlene alone, like that bastard must've known she would, and he had her right into a helicopter after that."\n\n"Why does Shinra want her so badly, anyway?" Cloud asks, frowning. "She's good with magic, but it doesn't seem like that alone would be enough to keep sending Turks after her."\n\nElmyra sighs again, then begins relating the story of how she came to find and adopt Aerith. Of Aerith's strange and mystifying abilities, things she could do that no one else could, like hearing spirits and communicating with the planet. About Shinra's repeated attempts to get her to join, willingly at first, but then more and more forcefully, especially the longer the war with Wutai was over. "Lately they've taken to actually trying to kidnap her when she's out and about, which you stopped before. But this time..."\n\n"Whatever Shinra wants her for, it can't be good," Cloud muses aloud, to which you can only nod agreement.\n\n"We have to save her," you add, before continuing, "And make sure Shinra never does anything like what it did today again."\n\n"Uh, ma'am," Barret says as he comes over, Marlene energetically following on his heels. "Do you think I could leave Marlene with you awhile longer? I hate to be away from her, but... I owe Aerith, since she got captured trying to save my daughter and all. Besides, it's like Tifa said... Shinra's gotta be stopped."\n\n"Well she's a good girl so it's not like I mind having her here," Elmyra answers, frowning. "But you darn well better come back to her, y'hear?"\n\n"I'll do my best. Always do," he answers, fixing his face in a stoic expression.\n\n<hr>\n[[Spend the night.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Leave immediately.|FFTL2x13]]

<<set $lala_used to "true">>"This pink alien... bring her here," you declare, passing the pad back to Baru.\n\n"Yes, Lord and Master, I will have her brought in at once."\n\nA few minutes later the door opens, and a large, big-gutted Trikeron guard gives a slender-but-curvy figure a shove in the back with the staff she's carrying, causing a 'Kya!' of protest and apparent shock. The girl's large breasts and long pink hair both move energetically as she's marched forward to stand in front of you, hands bound behind her back... as well as plenty of thrashing from her spade-tipped tail. Hm, is she a demon? She looks vaguely familiar, especially with that spiral-shaped ahoge jutting up from the top of her head. As she moves in front of her, the guard gives her another light shove towards you, making her yelp again and stagger forward a few steps, back arching and tits bouncing enticingly.\n\n<img src="images/LalaPrisoner.png">\n\n"H-hey, stop it!" she protests in a pouty tone. "You're going to be in a lot of trouble when Rito comes and saves me! ... Or my father! I guess he might come too," she adds, as an obvious afterthought.\n\n'Bit of a scatterbrain,' you muse. "And who exactly is this 'Rito' or your father? And you, for that matter!" you ask aloud.\n\n"Rito's my fiance! He's incredibly powerful, he's survived all sorts of things I've put him through!" Oh she's one of <i>those</i>. "And my father is the Emperor of the Deviluke Empire! I'm Lala Satalin Deviluke... ah, Princess Lala Satalin Deviluke, I mean! Just Lala is fine," she adds, clearly as a bit of a reflex.\n\nAh, you kind of remember her now. You've mostly seen her series posted in contextless images of borderline softcore porn. Nice. You glance over at Baru. "Do we have any sort of diplomatic relations with this Deviluke Empire?"\n\n"No, Lord and Master. Though their Emperor is reputed to be quite powerful... though obviously not as powerful as this pathetic and mewling slave's godlike Trikeron masters... they are in fact in the top ten on our 'next to conquer' list."\n\n"Ah?! Hey, don't go conquering my world!" Lala protests, green eyes going wide. Then adding, obviously as an afterthought, "And stop conquering Earth! It's mean!"\n\n"The Princess Lala is reputed to be a technical and engineering genius, Lord and Master," Baru adds, before both of you slowly turn your heads to look at the pink-haired girl that seems to think puffing out her cheeks as she pout-scowls at you will make you stop the planetary conquest you're currently engaged in. Then you look back at each other and say in unison, "Idiot savant."\n\n"Ah! Rude!" Lala protests, suddenly looking like she's almost in tears.\n\n"Anyway, Lord and Master, there is of course no reason at all for you to not do whatever you please with her," Baru adds, bowing low. "Consequences are for lesser beings, after all."\n\nYou turn your gaze thoughtfully back to Lala, idly reaching down to stroke your massive prick as you do... which causes her to finally notice that you're almost as naked as she is, her eyes going wide again and her face turning red. The spade of her tail flits up from trying to cover her pussy to trying to cover her eyes... though you notice that after a second one corner of it angles down, revealing a bit of green peeking over it. Heh. Hm... you don't see any immediate possibilities for the Genochamber or Alteray, but you're having some other nice ideas...\n\n<hr>\n[[Productization.|TRLalaPI]]\n\n[[Repurposing.|TRLalaSlaveStart]]\n\n[[Personally break her.|TRLalaRape]]\n\n[[Give her to the men.|TRLalaGB]]

"Snow in Egypt!" you bellow, flinging out your hands and sending a number of small, stinging needles of ice flying towards the Senshi... not enough to kill her, of course, you don't want her dead (yet), but they should tear up her costume embarrassingly and hurt a fair bit, hopefully distracting her. Plus fire should be weak against i-\n\n"Fire Soul!" the Senshi snaps back, the ofuda bursting into flames as she claps her hands together, fire bursting from her extended index fingers and blazing towards you. It strikes the wall of your attack and turns many of the needles to steam, the rest melting. While the fireball is dissipated, the backblast is enough to send the melted remnants of the ice shards backwards, splashing you thoroughly and soaking your fur to your skin.\n\nYou splutter for a moment, then snap out, "If you think that's going to stop me, you are sorely-!"\n\n"Supreme Thunder!"\n\nWait, what?\n\nThe thunderbolt hits your dripping body and has you flailing rather comedically, your arms and legs completely out of control. Actually you're fairly certain that at one point you glimpse your own skeleton lit up by the electricity. Once it's stopped you instantly collapse to the ground, barely on your knees with your ass in the air and arms splayed out to the sides, smoke rising slowly from your fur. As your consciousness fades, you see a pair of red heels step into your line of vision, joined a second later by green boots.\n\n"Guess it's a good thing I was gonna drop by, huh?"\n\n"Yeah. Help me work up some bindings for him and then we can get Mai unstuck."\n\n"Certain that's the right order?!" you can hear the annoyed neighbor call just before you lose consciousness completely.\n\nWhen you come to, you find yourself in much the same position, on your knees with your face against the floor, your ass in the air... although now your hands are bound behind your back, and tugging on your legs makes a faint jingling noise and yields little result... a bit of squirming shows that you've been manacled to the floor with your knees spread, a collar around your neck also chaining you to the floor in this position. A band has been fastened around your muzzle to keep you from speaking, and all of your garb has been taken... including your loincloth, leaving your large black cock and heavy ebon-furred balls dangling down between your strong thighs. One of your ears twitches as you pick up on the conversation happening nearby.\n\n"-o way to seal him away again, at least not any time soon. He's integrated Eric's soul into his form, it's locked him into being. We can't even defeat him like a regular youma or it would be... messier... than usual," Rei is saying.\n\n"I guess we'll just have to keep him locked up until then. I mean, we'll have to find somewhere other than your apartment, but-" Makoto starts to reply, only to be interrupted by Mai.\n\n"Now hold on a minute! This youma or whatever has humiliated me and was gonna do who-knows-what to me, I think I deserve a little payback!"\n\nYou manage to twist your head enough that you can see a mirror, though only the upper bodies of the three are visible, the Senshi both now back in civilian attire. The two of them exchange a glance before looking at the huge-breasted woman. "What did you have in mind?" Rei asks, before both of them look down as Mai makes motions consistent with undoing her shorts, the faint sound of cloth hitting the floor following. You definitely don't like the way both of them blush and grin, even if you do like the view as Mai then pulls off her little shirt, bare tits jiggling energetically. "Yeah, okay, have at it. Actually, why don't I get my 'special pills' from the bathroom and we'll go after you."\n\n"Sounds fun to me," Mai answers cheerfully, stepping out of the mirror's area... and a second later, right up behind you. One of her hands runs over your bare black ass, then down to fondle your balls, making you shudder a little... and wonder what the wet 'shlpshlk' sound you hear is. "Mmm you sure are well-endowed, huh?" she murmurs, making you grunt more in surprise than pain as she gives your sack a very light slap. "Let's see if you take it as well as you can obviously give it!"\n\n"Mmf? MMMMF!" Your yelp is muffled by the band binding your muzzle closed as you feel a long, hard, and thoroughly-lubed cock being pushed into your ass. Nowhere near as big as your own, obviously, but certainly big enough for your virgin hole! You feel Mai's hands roaming over your ass as she presses deeper into you, that throbbing prick stroking in and out of you as she begins to thrust in deeper. "Hnnnh! Nnnf!" you protest to no avail as her hands roam up and down your ass and lower back.\n\n"Yeah, squeal all you want, bitch," Mai coos as she gives one last thrust and pushes all the way into you, her own balls resting against your furry taint and brushing your own sack. As she begins to pump into you quickly, she brings one hand back and even gives your ass a good, hard slap, making you yip again. "You've got a nice, tight ass for such a big guy! Ooooo, what's this?" she taunts in a mocking tone as your own dangling cock twitches and begins to angle forward as it hardens. "Looks like somebody's getting into it! Fucking slut!"\n\nAt another set of giggles, you redirect your attention forward, just in time to watch a naked Rei and Makoto kneeling down in front of you... stroking their own impressive cocks right towards your face. "Is this irony, us raping a youma's ass and them forced to get off on it, instead of the other way around?" Rei asks, licking her bright red lips as she twists her wrist mid-stroke.\n\n"I think it's just hot," Makoto answers with a smirk, her own large tits jiggling lightly with her own more energetic pumping of her prick. "Mai's right, I think we should enjoy a little 'revenge porn' while we've got the chance!"\n\n"Mai's always right," the woman assfucking you says smugly, before moaning loudly herself, leaning forward and bracing her hands on your back as she shifts her position to start fucking you fast and hard, her balls and hips slapping against you, and though you can't see you can just imagine those big fat tits of hers jiggling and wobbling with the motions of her fucking you. Rei and Makoto both seem to enjoy the sight, for their part, since Rei bites her lower lip and Makoto licks hers, their eyes going heavy-lidded and moans getting louder as they stroke themselves faster, letting out soft gasps of "oo yeah" and "Wanna cum". And true to the irony Rei pointed out, you can feel your own cock getting harder and more aching, the cock pounding your ass feeling better and better, until finally when Mai cries out and thrusts forward, filling you with her load, your eyes roll up and your body shudders as you have an intense assgasm. Whether it's the sight of Mai cumming from raping you or you cumming from being raped or both, it sets off both Senshi who start moaning as their cocks twitch in their hands, their strokes sending long streamers of cum to splatter all over your gold-patterned face, smearing into your fur and dripping down around the sides of your rolled-up eyes.\n\nMagical girls defeat a youma, and then make it addicted to their cocks. The gods must be laughing indeed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi19xEnd]]

You grit your teeth, but you can already feel how difficult it's becoming to move and aim with the increased weight of your milk factories dragging you down as you raise a blaster to shoot another Raptarran, almost half of your arm engulfed by the side of your boob. "Fine, yes, initiate lactation protocol!"\n\nThere's clicking and a hiss as parts of the back of the suit open, and extend out four large clear cannisters. White plates from the suit click out and cover your nipples and teats where they'd previously only been outlined by the textured 'rubber' of the suit. A hissing noise starts, and you let out a loud gasp as you can feel powerful suction on your apparently sensitive new parts, four little cylindrical outlines on your HUD slowly starting to fill up as white liquid dribbles steadily into the cannisters on your back. Moving around only heightens the pleasure of the milk being sucked out of you, but you are starting to feel lighter and more agile again. Maybe the suit is helping you focus somehow, because despite the constant, almost orgasmic sensation of being milked, you begin making your way through the ship again, fighting off Raptarrans who only seem to grow more excited by your flushed face and whimpery moo-like moans.\n\nYou're beginning to wonder just how long you can hold out, though, especially since the cylinders on your back are slowly but steadily filling up. They're each at least two gallons in size (in fact you wonder where the suit was even keeping them) but once they're filled up, will you just be back to building up milk? Are you going to stop? You begin to get more and more desperate as the four cylinders fill up with minutes crawling by, your vocalizations turning into shuddery, orgasmic blurts of "Moo! Moo!" each time you fire your blasters, wondering with each one if you're going to be overwhelmed and gangbanged into a mooing mass of cow-bitch at any moment.\n\nThen the nearby wall explodes. Several Raptarrans shriek as they're launched through the air by the blastwave or peppered with shrapnel from the wall, most of them going down in heaps. The others are taken out with concentrated blasts from the armored spacesuited figures making their way through the new hole, all of them moving slowly but carrying large blaster rifles. Once they've secured the hallway, a new figure steps through the slowly dissipating smoke... Arana.\n\n"Well! I see I was right to decide to investigate the ship's automatic distress beacon. It seems you walked right into a honey trap, Cypher my dear." She raises an eyebrow as she looks you up and down, painted lips curling up in something between a smirk and a leer. "My my my, what <i>have</i> you done to yourself?"\n\n"I, ah... I was trapped in their bio-lab and a ton of them were coming, so I..." You trail off, blushing brightly and squirming, completely unable to keep up your tough action hero act with the suit still constantly sucking your nipples and teats and gushing milk into the containers on your back. \n\n"Yes, I see. Don't worry, darling, we'll get you taken care of," Arana says, stepping forward and putting a hand on your shoulder, turning to guide you back the way she and her stormtroopers apparently came.\n\n"You'll turn me back to normal?" you ask, brightening considerably, your tail flicking back and forth with excitement.\n\n"Mmm, now, let's not be hasty..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|11bxEnd]]

It does seem to be a likely place for an increasingly horny Ranma to have wandered to. Of course, you guess the reaction Akane would have to that would tell you whether this whole sim is focused more towards the accurate side of things or the porn side of things.\n\nWhen you arrive at the room, you lean in and put your ear to the door... and grin at the sound of moans. Oh good, the porn side of things, that's informative. Well, you probably could have just assumed, but it's nice to know. Would have been anticlimactic to do all that leadup and Ranma just winds up malleted to the floor, instead it's a 'well didn't take much to get them fucking like rabbits' thing. Carefully turning the knob and pushing open the door, you take a look inside.\n\nRanma and Akane are on Akane's bed, naked and writhing against each other, tongues desperately working each other's pussies. Ranma's laying on her back on the bed, head tucked up between Akane's thighs, tongue rolling and lolling with what looks like way more enthusiasm than skill. Apparently that's still doing it for Akane, though, the short-haired girl moaning into the redhead's pussy as she returns the favor of licking and sucking, Akane's ass waggling a bit in the air whenever Ranma manages to find her clit.\n\nDefinitely a nice little view. Hm... but you definitely want to do more than just watch, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Switch to girlmode and join in.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Take some video.|RanDeb15x2]]\n\n[[Nah, just watch.|RanDeb]]

With Akane's notorious oversensitivity to anything perceived as "perverted" and Ranma's fiancee situation, a little bit of video of this would provide some awesome leverage. Grinning, you use the debug menu to spawn a video camera, lining them up in the viewfinder and resuming the sim as you hit 'Record'. The little screen has quite a nice view of the two of them entwined on the bed, and a bit of zooming has a nice view of Ranma's mouth pressed up against Akane's pussylips, including a clear view of the short-haired girl's pucker. Panning down their bodies, and their tits pressed against each other's bellies, you wait until Ranma's legs spread a bit wider to make sure you have a nice clear view of Akane's face as she eats out the redhead.\n\nYou figure a couple of minutes is really all that's necessary... then you go ahead and stop the recording, rewind it, and slip into the room... closing the door hard enough behind you that both of them jump, quickly scrambling apart to sit on different sides of the bed... not that it helps a lot since they're both sweaty, naked, and wind up spreading their legs, showing off cunts glistening with a mixture of arousal and saliva. "What the hell! Get out of my room!" Akane snaps angrily, before she remembers to try and cover herself, flinging an arm across her breasts and tucking a hand between her legs, clamping her thighs around it.\n\n"Hm? Okay, I guess. I'll just go share this video around with everyone from school instead," you answer breezily, holding up the camera.\n\nBoth Akane and Ranma's eyes widen, and they blurt "WAIT!" in almost perfect sync. "Y-you can't, you... you pervert!" Akane blusters, prompting Ranma to roll her eyes a bit... apparently even she knows that's not exactly the best tactic.\n\n"Pretty sure I can. This camera has a cloud backup ability, by the way, so don't even think of trying to smash it," you lie. You're pretty sure it doesn't matter if it does, since with your current character you could just stop her if she tried to, but anyway. \n\nThe two of them exchange a glance... and after a moment Akane mutters, "Fine, what do you want?"\n\n"Oh, I think that should be obvious," you answer, pushing down your pants, allowing your stiff prick to spring free. Both girls' eyes widen at its impressive size, eyes unconsciously tracking back and forth as it wobbles in the air when you step over to the bed. "I mean, it's not gonna suck itself, girls."\n\n"But I'm a guy!" Ranma blurts.\n\n"And I don't <i>like</i> guys," Akane grumbles.\n\n"Hm, how do I have this upload directly to a bulletin board, again...?" you muse aloud, fiddling with the camera visibly.\n\nBoth wince, and grumble 'Fine' in near-sync, slowly shifting forward onto their hands and knees on the bed, heads drawing in closer to you. Both Ranma and Akane pause as you raise the camera up and hit the record button again... but apparently know better than to protest, instead slowly bringing their mouths in, giving a few tentative licks at the shaft first before giving light, unenthusiastic sucks. Tch, silly girls, this is the plot of like every blackmail hentai ever... now you have video of them sucking cock as well as eating pussy! Of course you decide not to point this out, instead just grinning down, enjoying the sight of their tits hanging down and wobbling a bit as they move their heads to lick and suck at you.\n\n"Mmm, pay some attention to my balls, Ranma," you direct smugly, the redhead flushing but obediently ducking her head down and forward, starting to suck and lick at your sack. You can't help but notice that she seems to be growing more enthusiastic as this goes on... the Slowburn is still affecting her, most likely. "Yeaaah there's a good girl... guess you know how to treat a pair of balls, huh?" you tease her, enjoying the sight of her intensified blush and her squirming. "Mnn, now come on, Akane, just because you're a lesbian doesn't mean you can't suck cock a bit better than that," you add, smirking as you use your free hand to guide Akane towards your cockhead.\n\nShe flushes angrily, the flash in her eyes saying she'd rather kill you, but nevertheless she obediently slides her mouth over your cockhead, tongue still hesitant as it licks and flicks back and forth. You rock your hips lightly, making her grunt softly as you push more of your cock into her mouth, nudging at her throat and making her quag lightly without actually pushing inside of it. You're more enjoying the look of slight panic that comes over her angry face every time you do... it's pretty sexy to have her looking so angry even as she obediently takes your prick into her mouth. Same with Ranma's vague look of distaste and discomfort slowly being edged out by desire and lust, her hips giving little twitches every so often as she apparently gets all ramped up again.\n\nEventually you have them switch places, Akane directed to nuzzle and lick your balls, with you pressing her face in a bit so she's forced to inhale your scent nice and deep. Ranma doesn't actually require nearly as much direction to suck on your shaft... she's bobbing her head of her own free will, giving soft 'glk, hk, glm' noises as it bumps her throat, but her lust apparently hasn't gotten quite to the point where she'll deepthroat you on her own. Eventually though, you decide she's slobbered all over your cock enough, and say, "Alright, turn around you two, and present like good little bitches in heat."\n\nAkane looks like she's just almost on the edge of exploding into rage anyway, but fights it down, drawing her head up and turning around... and despite all her fury, you can't help but notice her pussy is still nice and wet, dripping down her thighs. Ranma's is even more sodden, the redhead seeming practically eager to turn around and show herself off to you. Grinning, and taking a nice slow pan over both their hindquarters, you then step in and start rubbing the tip of your cock up and down Akane's plump, wet pussylips, sliding it along her cleft.\n\n"Nnnh, h-hey, you're gonna wear a condom at least, right?" she demands, shivering. "It's... it's not a safe day!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, alright.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Don't worry about it.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[The exact opposite, really.|RanDeb]]

You recall something you heard once about a strength-augmenting spell in a game called 'Bull's Strength'. Hey, maybe that's what this will give you! You could turn into a rampaging minotaur and just bowl right through all of these aliens to get back to yours or steal theirs or something. You make the selection and hurry over to the rack to pluck the cylinder out, wondering how you'll inject yourself while still wearing the suit. Apparently thinking about that is enough to activate one of the suit's functions, and a portion of the forearm plate slides aside to reveal a circle that looks almost perfectly sized for the injection cylinder. Whoa, handy! You click it into place instead of using the injector gun, willing it to start using the fluid. You hiss a little and grit your teeth as the liquid level quickly starts decreasing... then erk as text pops up on the helmet's faceplate.\n\n'Warning! Metabolic alteration beyond accepted limits detected! Purifying components to partially mitigate!'\n\nWait, what? What's that mean? Then you groan as the changes start to overtake you, and you realize that the suit has only partially protected you from a very bad idea. You can feel your body starting to change... specifically your chest is starting to expand rapidly, the suit somehow managing to keep up with it, altering its curves and form but somewhat thinning out as it covers more area. Similarly you can feel your ass and thighs starting to swell and bulge, as well as a growing sensation in your stomach, more of it along the front. You grit your teeth hard as you can feel pressure at the sides of your head, parts of the helmet opening up to allow the two short horns you're growing through before encasing them in black armor. Distressingly, you can actually feel your cock and balls shrinking away, growing smaller and smaller, even as the space between your legs swells and bulges, the slightly stretched suit conforming to your new large, heavily swollen pussylips as they form. You grab at your stomach with both hands as it just seems to keep swelling outwards... but the suit's formfitting nature shows that it's more of a bulge on the front of you're now rounder belly, a bulge that continues to swell and grow as four lengths push out from the ends of it, each one encased in the same textured material of the suit. You shake your now rather large and, even with the support of the suit, jiggly ass as you feel the strange ticklish pressure of a tail growing out above it, the suit keeping it encased in a layer of lightweight armor plates.\n\nIn under a minute you've become some sort of... cow-woman, with tits twice the size of your head and an udder bigger than both put together! This definitely wasn't what you had in mind! You're almost too distracted to hear the door slide open, but you still whirl as it does, your tits and udder wobbling energetically with your motion. The sight has apparently utterly stunned the Raptarran standing in the doorway, giving you plenty of time to grab your blasters off your wide, curvy hips and fire several blue energy bolts right into it, sending it hurtling backwards to thump against the wall and collapse to the floor. ... Well, whatever you've done to yourself, you still need to get out of here! You hurry to the door, trying to ignore the feeling of all the generous bouncy bits you have now.\n\nYou find as you start making your way through the now alien-infested passages that at least the change has had one benefit, that shocked reaction among the Raptarrans keeps happening and giving you openings to blast them. Apparently they simply weren't expecting a bovine-human mix in a light power suit to oppose them. Of course to judge by the tone of their trills and the near uniform erections they're sporting by the time you've made your way through a few packages, they're not exactly sad about the prospect of what they can do to you. Luckily it does seem like you got some enhanced strength out of the deal, even more than the suit previously afforded, since several times when the Raptarrans manage to leap at you, you're able to toss them aside, or resist being knocked down long enough to punch them out or blast them.\n\nUnfortunately as you go along, you notice your reactions becoming more sluggish, and you're having a harder time aiming. You don't feel tired, so it takes you a few more moments to realize that the entire time you've been fighting your way through the ship, your tits and udder have been slowly, steadily growing. Now that you've realized what it is, you can feel a slowly building ache in them as well, and feel the sloshing inside. Damn, they're filling up with milk?! Just as you think that, another message pops up on your HUD.\n\n'Estimate that liquid buildup will lead to incapacitation in less than ten minutes, not accounting for other biological side effects. Recommend initiating Lactation Protocol: Y/N?'\n\n<hr>\n[[What?! No!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[... Fine, do it!|BadCypher11bx2]]

The last sword on the right is definitely unique from the others. It looks like someone tried to cross a katana and a rapier, the blade curved and one-edged but a bit thinner and straighter than a katana would be. The bladed edge of the sword curves down over the grip somewhat and angles outward into a point, the handle made of cherrywood and inscribed with what's probably some sort of made-up fantasy language. Wondering whether it's just carved in or if it's been clearcoated, you reach out to touch the curvy runes only to feel a sting in your fingertips and drop like a stone.\n\nYou wake up and reflexively roll over onto your stomach in bed, muttering. Except you quickly realize two things... whatever you're laying on, it's not really a bed, though it is quite nice and soft. The other is that there's also some extra padding on your chest. Shoving yourself up and scrambling into a sitting position with poise and grace, you quickly cup your chest, noticing that your hands are more delicate and pretty than you should be. The thin, almost silver grey silk covering your new breasts doesn't keep you from feeling their reality. You squeeze in shock again, then bite your lip a bit... they're probably about a small B-cup, very real, and apparently quite sensitive. You force your hands away, trying to push the new but alien sensation out of your mind, and instead put them to work checking other things.\n\nYour hair is long now, and golden... not just blonde, as you notice when a bit of light from the flaps of the tent you're in catches it, but actually shining like real gold. You have long, backswept pointed ears and a very slender face. The grey tunic that's apparently your on-the-road sleeping wear is the only thing you're wearing, and comes down to just below your slender hips. You lift the front of it to find yourself bare beneath it, your cock gone missing and replaced by a pussy as smooth and trim as a baby's. You pull the blanket completely aside to bare your long, coltish legs, and have to admit that you're apparently pretty hot now.\n\nThere's a sudden shout from outside, a melodious voice calling "To arms! To arms, orcs are attacking!" Your eyes widen and you glance around you, spotting the sword from the museum, slid into a sheath carved of the same wood as the hilt. Orcs?! Real orcs?!\n\n<hr>\n[[I know what orcs do to girl elves! I'm fighting back!|FemaleElf1x1]]\n\n[[This can't be real! I'm hiding until I wake up!|FemaleElf2x1]]

Swallowing hard, you raise the sword and set your feet, resolving to do your best in the attack to come. As the two obvious bandits approach, they leap from their steeds, leaving the horses to settle into a walk as they race forward instead, shouting as they bring up their own weapons. \n\n'Buffoons, they'd probably have won if they stayed mounted.' Which seems like a weird thought for you to have, you're not sure you've ever called anyone a 'buffoon' in your life, but you also can't argue with it... mostly you're just glad you don't actually have to fight two people chopping at you from mobile high ground! They rush in and the man takes a swing at you with his axe, and you swing your own sword up mostly because, well, it's what you've got and you don't want to be hit by an axe. But surprisingly you hit it at just the right angle to turn the blow away and send him staggering a bit to the side of you, deflecting him completely for the moment. But the woman's right behind, shouting again as she stabs at you with her sword... which you knock wide of yourself by swinging your own blade back down, knocking hers askance, one of your feet snapping up as if by reflex to kick her in the stomach and send her flailing back.\n\nYou... actually seem to be holding your own. Every time they come at you, all it takes is putting your body into motion to meet them, and you keep knocking their attacks away or turning them back. It's half like your body has its own reflexes and the rest is a bit like the sword's moving itself with your motions to make your blows more effective. 'You can't defend all day, they'll eventually get in a lucky hit if you don't go on the offensive,' you(?) muse internally. Whatever's going on, that makes sense... you can't just keep defending until they both get tired, or you're likely to get tired twice as fast! You need to take them out... or maybe taking one of them out would make the other see reason! But do you really have to kill anybody...?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill them both.|EricMF2x1]]\n\n[[Kill the man.|EricMF1x2]]\n\n[[Kill the woman.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just injure them both.|EricMF]]

"Alright then, Lieutenant Commander, you're with me. Vasquez, Xinin. Edelfelt, Mikasa. Deunan, K'ch'k'l. Spread out, look for any signs of the archaeologists or any way to access the systems."\n\nThe others nod and ready their weapons, moving off in little clusters. You let them disperse before raising your own weapon, waiting for Miunil to fall in with you.\n\n"Sir, your safety," she murmurs.\n\n"Right," you acknowledge, trying not to seem too embarrassed as you thumb the control. "Let's go."\n\nThe two of you walk along, the only sound the faint click of the edges of your foot armor hitting the deck when you walk. It's strange, the sound seems to somehow both echo and get swallowed up by the long, wide corridors. Similarly with your own breathing... the way you can hear it and yet it seems suppressed makes you feel stuffy, like your chest has gone tight. You can't help but try and swallow against the feeling... it's like the silence has a sound all its own, pressing around you as firmly as a low bass rumble but without any of the actual sensation. The two of you several times take branches in the corridors, occasionally checking the automaps your wrist computers are generating, but nothing ever changes. Identical hallways with identical doors that are sealed so tightly you can barely see the seams. "This is wrong," you mutter. "No markings, none of the doors open or even have any panels, it's all the same color and style..."\n\n"Wait." Miunil draws up a little, then gestures slightly with her rifle. "Look. There. That door ahead, it has a panel."\n\nYou glance at her, then look over. Indeed, there's a panel rimmed in a bright golden lightband, the flat black surface showing a pair of simple square buttons... a green one that shows an outline of the style of arch with the doors apart, arrows pointing outward from within, and a red one that shows a closed door with the arrows pointing inward. "Simple enough," you murmur in a relieved tone, reaching out.\n\n"Sir, wait," Miunil hisses, actually reaching for your wrist, but stopping herself before making contact, especially once your own hand stops. "I think you're right, there's something wrong with this ship. I think it's a honey trap."\n\n"A honey trap?" You frown.\n\n"That's the Terran term, right? Something that looks enticing to bait in prey?" She frowns harder at the panel. "All of this fits the perfect psychological profile of one. The large ship that's hard to miss, has no active shields or any ways to prevent itself from being boarded. The long, boring corridors to make you tense and on edge, and then suddenly, here's a door that's different, with an extremely obvious way to open it. It's even got an extra, unnecessary bright light to call attention to itself."\n\n"Could just be an alien aesthetic," you reply, but you're not entirely sure now. Resisting the urge to sigh, you look into Miunil's red eyes. "Have there really been space hulks that are honey traps?"\n\n"Well... none of them were ever confirmed as such," she admits, shifting uncomfortably. "My instructor at the Academy said there were three records of them where he was almost certain they were, but since the ships either disappeared or were destroyed without actually determining their origin, it couldn't be confirmed. The Khardons did use honey pot tactics in the first war with the Federation, though, and the Domulans-"\n\n"Alright," you cut her off, raising one hand. "So there's the potential for this being a trap, but we have no way of knowing that. How do you suggest we proceed?"\n\n"In incidents where a species builds traps into their ships, there's a marked tendency to place them in either the floor or the ceiling. Most species pick one or the other and stick with it, for some reason. So, if this is a trap and we go through that door after seeing that it seems fine, likely any trap will be sprung from either the floor or the ceiling."\n\nYou nod slowly, glancing at the panel. Part of you wants to call back to the ship and note Miunil's observation and call the whole thing off... except that the feed from the sensor arrays built into the signal boosters is transmitting all of this back to the ship anyway. Captain Stroker, a security detail, and quite possibly anyone that's got the appropriate security clearance is watching this. If the captain isn't interrupting the mission to tell you what to do, he obviously expects you to make your own decision on this one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch the ceiling.|TrekF8x2]]\n\n[[Watch the floor.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Just be cautious in general.|TrekF]]

"The ceilings seem the most likely place to conceal traps, since the trap-setters wouldn't have to worry about stepping on them themselves," you decide. "Let's focus our attention on the ceiling and watch for anything that comes popping out."\n\n"Agreed." Miunil hefts her rifle with one hand, reaching out with the other to hover just above the control. You shift into position, using both hands for your own rifle, then nod at her. She hits the control and moves to a slightly different position, both of you taking a second to observe the cluttered room beyond before moving forward, both of you keeping your rifles trained slightly upward. \n\nYou barely have time to register the pair of clicks below your feet and have a sense of something rushing upward. You reflexively try to fling yourself backward from what you think is an explosion, only to be caught in mid-jump as the stuff you had a vague sense of rushes up over your leg and entire body. Almost instantly your CHS and phaser rifle are dissolved completely and your skin is coated entirely in a glossy, clear substance that even rushes into your mouth and down your throat, filling your nose and ears as well. You're left hanging in position in mid-leap, your foot actually several inches off the floor but supported by a spurt of the solidified goo. Panicked at the feel of your nose and mouth being filled, you try to struggle in a panic, only to find that you're completely and totally incapable of moving. For all its gel-like appearance, the stuff coating you is as immobile as steel, and has formed a completely and utterly skintight seal around you. You're left unable to do anything but hang there in position, naked and trapped, expecting at any moment to start suffocating. But seconds pass, and minutes, and you realize that you actually feel fine... other than the sensation of having something thick and hard shoved past your lips and down your throat constantly, you seem fine, even if your chest is unable to even move to breathe.\n\nYour eyes can move some at least, and you turn them some, searching for Miunil, hoping desperately that the second click you heard wasn't her. Your hopes are, of course, quickly dashed, as you spot her standing quite close to you... or in similar mid-reaction to the sense of something going off near her feet, that is. She's completely naked as well, her pale skin and hot pink nipples on full display, her expression just as shocked and open-mouthed, which means she must be experiencing the same constant penetration feeling of her throat that you are. You can faintly see her eyes move, shifting up and down to take in your own position and body. You think they look vaguely desperate, almost pleading... but what can you do for her? You're stuck immobile and on display as much as she is! The only hope for either of you is that the ship noticed that your sensor feed got cut off and alerts the rest of the security team to come help you, or sends some more help. You'll just have to wait and stay calm.\n\nSo you wait. And wait. Unable to look at anything other than the cluttered storeroom(?) and your naked teammate, with no real way to measure how much time is actually passing. At first you try to tell yourself it can't be that much, it's not like you're getting hungry or someone won't have noticed by now. But eventually you realize that it has to have been days, at least, since you came in here. For whatever reason, no rescue is coming.\n\nWith little other choice, you resign yourself to waiting for at least something to happen. For awhile you try to ponder the meaning behind some of the equipment and other objects you can see... but your view isn't very good and the light is dim, so they're really little more than odd shapes and some color. Of course, there's also Miunil to look at. You feel a little bad at first, considering the situation you're both in, but over time you're left with so little to do that the guilt dulls heavily, and you spend hours (or perhaps days) looking over her full, white breasts, her hairless crotch (was it hairless before or did the goo dissolve it like it dissolved her clothing and armor, do you think?), her nice hips and legs. You don't look at her face too much, less because it's not pretty and more because it's frozen in the same look of shock and fear that you figure must be on your own face.\n\nEventually you catch some motion out of the corner of your eye, and your heart soars. Could it finally be rescue?! But then your blood runs a bit cold as you see what the motion is... it's a person-sized Velociraptor, or something very much like one. There are several of them in fact, moving about the room and examining things, what look like heavy, leathery ballsacks swaying between their legs despite their otherwise wholly lizardlike appearance. At first you think they might be some other explorers about to get honey-trapped... until the lights come up and one of them starts working one of the consoles. Another of them is leering at you, scaly lips curled in a fang-baring smirk as one of the others comes over to give you and Miunil a similar expression. You're helpless to do anything but watch as long, thick, glistening red cocks slide out of the sheathes in front of their sacks, as one reaches up to your chest. Despite the fact that all your attempts to move are met with utter rigidity, the alien kneads your tit with his long-fingered, claw-tipped hand as if it were uncovered, the gel pliant and agile under his touch. You flick your eyes to Miunil, seeing that she too has one of the raptors kneading both her tits... and then beginning to thrust into her from behind. At the angle she's standing and that he's at, he can only be fucking her in the ass, and whatever her reaction is to that, she only has the same frozen expression on her face, her pose completely unaltered from the moment in time where she stepped on the goo-mine.\n\nSimilarly, the raptor fondling you soon moves around behind you. Your different stance gives him more options, and his cock shoves abruptly into your pussy. Whatever the goo is, it certainly seems to work as a lubricant... his penetration of your pussy is effortless, though you can't actually feel the heat of his prick or any other sensations through the gel. Just the quick, steady pumping he begins to use, while still reaching under your frozen arms to fondle your slime-coated tits. The fact that you've never even bothered to experiment with your female body along with the who-knows-how-long wait in utter boredom means that despite it being a violation and your own powerlessness, you're soon cumming every few strokes. You're more aware than ever of the firm gel shoved deep down your throat, your being fucked making it feel more and more like a constant penetration by a thick, firm cock with every second. Even once the raptor-like alien finishes in you and steps away, the feeling that you've got a cock down your throat constantly won't go away... you wonder if Miunil feels the same way, as you watch alien cum sliding down the outside of the gel coating her thighs.\n\nThe aliens continue to move about, clearly communicating with each other by the way their mouths move, though it's all still complete silence to you. They begin emptying out the storeroom, either carrying things out or occasionally directing transporters to beam out groups of them. Every so often one of them, as if it were the equivalent of a smoke break, will come over and fuck either you or Miunil. The third time you get fucked, one of them takes advantage of your position jutting your ass out to grip your lifted ankle for balance and give your ass a good hard fucking, leaving you to cum repeatedly in silence and humiliation. Only when the rest of the room is cleared do two of the aliens open the floor panels beneath you, levering out the flat-bottomed semi-spheres that apparently contain the mines you and Miunil stepped on. Your view waivers and wobbles as you're lifted up and onto a low-hovering antigrav pallet, Miunil lifted onto it a moment later. You do feel a bit guilty about the fact that you take the chance to finally see what her ass looks like, since she's loaded on facing away from you. Then you're hovered through the corridors, passing several other groups of the aliens, until you pass through a short corridor and into a shuttle's hold... where you recognize several of the objects from the storeroom, as well as a few other items that have a distinctly "trapped humanoid" shape. You and Miunil are unloaded, the pallet is moved out, and the door closes. The alien at the controls in the front of the shuttle moves its mouth a few times, then taps the board. What little you can see of the starfield out the front viewport shifts... then blurs as the craft goes to warp.\n\nThat seems to put the final nail in the coffin of any hope for being rescued. You let your heart sink, and finally resign yourself to the obvious... you're going to be stuck this way forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|TrekF8xEnd]]

You grit your teeth, eyes flicking between the puny little pistol and the massive, intimidating weapon seemingly designed to take down your specific current target, and then let out a huff. "... Fine. I'll... suck you."\n\n"Good. C'mon around here," he urges, tapping a control to have two of the counters slide apart and turning sideways a bit.\n\nResisting the urge to hang your head in shame, you make your way through the parted counters, which slide closed behind you. You settle onto your knees in front of the snakeman, looking up at him as his long neck sinuously turns so he can smirk down at you.\n\n"Well. Go on."\n\n'Hopefully he doesn't have two,' you think with a scowl as you bring you hands up and hesitantly undo his jeans, tugging them open in front. He's not wearing any underwear and... no, looks like just the one. It's a pretty big one though, already thick despite still being almost entirely soft, mostly humanlike but covered in the same scales as the rest of him, a slightly lighter green than the rest of his visible body. You tug his jeans open a bit more and down a bit, his heavy, leathery balls dropping free as well, before swallowing a bit and wrapping a hand around his shaft, starting to stroke lightly. You keep expecting him to make demands, but he seems content for now to let you do as you will, his dick slowly hardening in your hand as you stroke it, trying not to be intimidated as it thickens and grows longer, jutting towards your face. Soon that big scaly cock is pointed right at you, and with another deep breath you start slowly leaning in, sticking your tongue out. You're not even sure how to describe the taste when you make contact... something sort of mild and spicy at the same time. You lick around the head uncertainly, hearing a faint murmur from the snakeman's speaker-device as your tongue touches on the bumps at the back of it, before making yourself slide your lips over the tip.\n\n'Look, just do it, alright?' you tell yourself as you start bobbing your head, either keeping your eyes closed or fixed right ahead on his crotch, your hand gripping around the base of it. 'Don't think about what you're doing, just do it!' Because if you don't think about how his cock is sliding deeper into your mouth each time, slipping over your tongue and pressing it against the bottom of your mouth, even starting to nudge the back of your throat, you don't have to think about how your own dick is starting to stir and harden just the faintest bit in your secondhand pants.\n\n"Never sucked a cock before, huh, Ceed?"\n\nYou almost jump at the words, feeling a strange mix of embarrassed and annoyed as you pull your mouth off, starting to stroke his shaft again as an afterthought as you look up at him. "... What makes you say that?" You resist the urge to add a sulky 'Am I that bad at it?'\n\n"I know Shado likes to go right to bending his fresh conquests over and pounding their asses... he saves putting their mouths to work until he's ready to initiate them into the crew," the alien explains with another chuckle, his headphone-speakers flickering red and purple with it. "He loves making straight males beg for his dick, it really gets him off."\n\n"You know from experience, huh?" You actually find yourself leaning in to suck and lick at one of those big leathery balls a bit without really thinking about it, almost as if to sympathize with his situation.\n\n"Oh yeah. Don't feel too bad about being a straight boy sucking dick, Ceed, you're sucking another straight male's after all." His snicker flickers the speaker-lights again as you give him a confused look. "I'm still really only attracted to females, but let's just say that spending a few years worshiping Shado's cock at every opportunity and using and being used by the other males on his crew when he wasn't giving it out made me... flexible."\n\nFlushing, you give a small nod before sliding his cockhead back into your mouth. Enough exposition, you need to get him off! You press yourself forward, gradually learning to relax your throat and swallow him in, feeling his thick prick bulge up your throat from outside as you slide further down on him. This is for the blaster, you're just doing what you need for the blaster, you think as you tongue the underside while working your mouth and throat along his length.\n\n"Mmmm, feel free to jerk off, Ceed, don't hold back on my account," the snakeman suddenly urges, even the artificial voice thick with pleasure.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Pass.|CySW]]\n\n[[Oh thank god.|CySW]]

First things first, you need to arm yourself. Shado has both your blasters and his, and you think the most you might have right now is a knife. No way you're going to be able to take him on with that, considering he's not only got the suit, but is also bigger than you, more muscular than you, and has whatever that mental effect of his is. Spotting a storefront with several different kinds of guns in the display, you rush to the nearby lift and take it down to the next level, then hurry over. Behind the counter is an alien wearing surprisingly 'normal' clothes, at least from up top, being a yellow-orange shirt with red alien script on it beneath a black hoodie jacket, and you think what looks like blue jeans, as well as a pair of light-up headphones draped around its neck. Of course despite that, he's some sort of lizard person... actually, no, on a closer look he's more like a snake with arms and legs, his scales dark green with beige splotches.\n\n"I need a blaster, quick-like," you announce as you step up to the counter. A phrase that would set off red flags galore most places, but you're betting is absolutely run-of-the-mill here.\n\nThe snakeman looks you up and down with his narrow yellow eyes, then says, "Sorry, Ceed, I don't sell to bounty hunters." At first you don't think it's even him that says it, since his mouth barely moves, but then you realize the voice is actually coming from the speakers on the outside of the headphones.\n\n"What? Why the hell not?!" you demand, scowling at him. "I've got the credits!" You think. You're pretty sure.\n\n"This may not be the Dark Sector but most of my clientele isn't exactly well-disposed towards any form of law enforcement. It gets around that I let bounty hunters buy here, soon anybody less than squeaky clean won't come within spitting distance of my place. Just not worth it, sorry." He lifts a hand and points at the entrance, clearly asking you to leave.\n\nYou grind your teeth some, and manage to grit out, "Look, it's <i>important</i>, alright? This isn't about a bounty head, it's something else!"\n\nThe snakeman lowers his hand, and looks you up and down slowly, long neck bobbing back and forth lightly. "Hm. No sign of the infamous suit. And the style of those clothes look familiar. Let me guess, had a little 'meeting of peers' with Captain Shado?" As your jaw drops and your face flushes again, the alien's slightly open lips curl in a smirk, and the headphone speakers let out a smooth chuckle. "He's an Alpha Canian, Ceed. It's how he recruits his crew... finding hot young potentials, exerting his dominance aura over them, and fucking them. After that, they're hopelessly infatuated with him and would do anything to get his dick in them again." He looks you up and down again. "But not you, interestingly enough. You must have broken at least some of his control after the fact."\n\n"Then you must understand how <i>pissed</i> I am," you snarl.\n\n"Oh all too well. Let's say I empathize most heartily. That still doesn't change the fact of what I've already told you." He reaches a hand up and scratches the underside of his muzzle. "Of course I can bend the rule, maybe. In a way that still lets me keep my cred to other buyers." He leans down to rummage out of sight, then sets a small pistol on the counter. If you were asked to imagine a 'generic blaster pistol', you'd probably come up with this plain white thing with little in the way of aesthetic touches. "VT-1 stun blaster. Your basic, entry-level, common as dirt self defense weapon. Only real benefits are effectively unlimited shots, relatively high rate of fire, and that it's cheap. I mean, normally it's cheap, I'm going to charge you an arm and a leg for it. I guess if you pump, oh, maybe a dozen shots into Shado, it might get through that suit of yours and put him out. At least partway."\n\n"How generous," you mutter.\n\n"Now now, you haven't heard your full range of options yet." Chuckling, the snakeman alien turns to the wall behind him and presses part of it. The wall and its racked guns slide apart, revealing several more intimidating-looking weapons, like the designers were actively trying to convey a sense of 'Fuck with me and see what happens' just by looking at them. He takes down one ominous black rifle with a handful of tines of different lengths at the end instead of a barrel opening, and sets it on the counter as well. "This is a Vortex Omnisonic Disruptor. Uses sound waves of numerous kinds to stun or damage. I guarantee you, one shot with this, even if it just hits <i>near</i> Shado, will overload his poor Canian ears and have him dropping to the deck to whimper like a puppy. It even has a special function for discerning targets with certain ranges of hearing... I can give you Shado's, so with this baby you can make a beeline right to him."\n\n"So, what, you'll sell it to me for my immortal soul?" you say acidly, while unable to help looking at the weapon with utter eagerness.\n\n"No, I'll give it to you at market price. But first..." He smirks again, running one of his scaled hands down his belly over his T-shirt, obviously making a point about unsnapping the button of his jeans. "You've gotta come around here, get on your knees, and make with the suck."\n\n"... Wha...?" You feel yourself try to go pale and blush at the same time, making you a bit lightheaded.\n\n"You wanna avenge your humiliation at Shado's hands? You've gotta be willing to voluntarily undergo a little more. That's how I can spin it... 'Yeah, sure, I sold Cypher Ceed an Omnisonic Disruptor, but I made him swallow my load like a discount promenade hooker first'." He shrugs dramatically, even lifting his hands. "Up to you, of course."\n\n<hr>\n[[Overpay for the VT-1.|CySW]]\n\n[[Suck cock to be allowed to buy the disruptor.|CySW2x3]]\n\n[[Take a third option.|CySW]]

"I, I mean, I've got my own ship, you know, and, and she's probably waiting on me, you know, and..." You trail off, squirming uncomfortably.\n\n"Hunh." Shado looks at you in something bordering on surprise, then shrugs. "Suit yourself, kid." Then he turns and walks out without another word, the door sliding closed behind him.\n\nYou sink down to sit on a nearby bench, feeling adrift. You said you had your own ship to get back to, but with Shado suddenly gone you feel so... lost. Adrift. Like you'd misplaced any idea of what you were actually doing with yourself. Frowning a bit, you try to work through the feeling, though it takes a good ten minutes of just sitting there staring blankly at the hallway to even realize you can think on your own.\n\nObviously you came here to do something, you came here to... seek the bounty on the Quatra twins! And as you were looking for clues, you went to the bar and met Shado, and... and he fucked you?! He brought you back to his room, bent you over the bed, and he fucked you!! What the hell, why did you let him do that?! Actually you're pretty sure you <i>begged</i> him to do that, what the actual hell?! And then he just took your suit, and you let him?! No, you gave it to him! He must have put some sort of psychic mind whammy on you!\n\nYour face flushed in a mixture of fury and humiliation, you leap to your feet and rush a bit further down the hallway, looking back and forth. Obviously Shado is long gone, disappeared into one of the ship entrances, so instead you rush down the hallway largely at random. Eventually it opens up into a level overlooking what you assume is the commerce level you heard about earlier, obvious shops lining the walls and a technicolor crowd wandering through. Damn, even if he came all this way instead, he'd have disappeared into the crowd. Now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[You need a weapon.|CySW2x2]]\n\n[[You need info.|CySW]]\n\n[[You need to give up.|CySW]]

You moan eagerly as the other horse mascot starts pushing his molded foam dick into your virgin asshole. You expect it to hurt, but it feels nothing but amazing as he stuffs more and more of his two foot felt equine dong right up your ass. Soon he's buried balls-deep in you, and begins pounding down into you.\n\nHis thrusts work you down against Harry and rub your cock back and forth in his asshole, smearing around the cum you'd already painted his rear sheath with. You and the totally radical horse mascot both moan loudly at the sensation as Harry's father pounds into you, making you fuck his son all over again. You know Harry's cock must be working around underneath him, trapped between his belly and the sheets. You wonder if it feels good to him, because you're starting to suspect these aren't just guys in suits.\n\nEventually Herschel whinnies and begins flooding your ass with that same thick goo you saw Harry spurt all over the headboard. The feeling of the hot slime pouring into your ass sets you off with a yowl and you pour your second load into Harry's ass... from the way he's whinnying and squirming underneath you, he's probably making a mess of his chest, belly, and sheets.\n\nAfter a few moments of savoring, Herschel pulls out of your ass and clambers off the bed, and you do the same with Harry, feeling the older horse mascot's load oozing out of your stretched asshole and down your legs. Harry rolls over and stands as well, his slick fabric cock thumping against your smaller flesh and blood one as he faces you.\n\n"So, duder... my turn?" he asks hopefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Your turn.|HaroldHorse5x3]]\n\n[[Actually, maybe I better go...|HaroldHorse9x1]]

"Your turn," you agree with a grin, moving past him and bending over the side of the bed, jutting your slime-smeared ass up in the air.\n\n"Awesome to the max!" Harry cries enthusiastically, grabbing your hips and jamming his big horsedick up your ass all at once. You cry out, but in pleasure, not pain... there's definitely something extraordinary going on here, because even stretched by Herschel's dick, you shouldn't have taken him so easily. But you do, and you're soon moaning as he begins humping you, pumping his cock into your ass, his pole churning the slime filling it with lewd squelching noises.\n\nYou hear him moan and feel his strokes gain power while becoming more uneven, and manage a quick glance over your shoulder while yowling in glee. You can see Herschel behind Harry, the older horse mascot obviously pounding away at his son's tight ass, driving him forward harder into you. Harry's firm, stuffed balls slap against your swinging ones as he whinnies and nickers, sounding even more horselike as his dad's dick drives into him. With all that it doesn't take long before the younger mascot is screaming out and dumping a his own load into your ass to mingle with Herschel's, no doubt getting a thick blast of goo up the ass himself.\n\nThe three of you disentangle again, this time pulling off the remainders of clothing. At this point you're not terribly surprised to see that both Harry and Herschel have hooves under their shoes instead of feet. Herschel flops onto the bed on his back, and Harry takes the initiative to clamber between his dad's legs and lift them up, slowly filling the only asshole here that hasn't been stuffed today. While Herschel moans and nickers, you straddle his molded chest and lean forward, licking at the flared head of his cock and stroking along it with both hands. Soon you're gulping down half of it, bobbing your head up and down while your hands work over the rest. Herschel, moaning ecstatically from his son fucking his ass and you working his prick, stuffs two thick, toon-gloved digits up your goo-lubed ass and starts finger-fucking you with them.\n\nHerschel eventually blasts a thick spurt of his slimy cum into your mouth and against the back of your throat, and you discover that it's actually flavored sort of like chocolate. Damn, girls must love him! Except right now he's all yours, you imagine as you suck down as much of the mascot cum as you can before pulling back, letting the rest of it spray all over your face.\n\nWeren't you thinking of leaving, earlier...? ... Nah!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse5xEnd]]

"I didn't agree to be the one taking the cock," you protest, frowning.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, dude! I'm the one who, like, provided the weed'n'junk!" Harry whines, stroking his cock a bit more desperately.\n\n"Yeah, but you're the one who wanted to fuck! So if we're gonna fuck, I wanna be on top," you reply. Realizing you sound like an arguing little kid, you add, "First. I promise."\n\nHeaving a dramatic sigh, Harry mutters, "Fiiiine," before climbing up onto the bed, resting on his hands and knees. You clamber up eagerly behind him, brushing aside his horsehair tail and pushing apart his large, firm molded foam buttcheeks. Yup, the costume makers definitely gave him a hole back there, all puckered and waiting.\n\n"Uh, what about..." You murmur in your stoned haze, glancing around in confusion.\n\n"Nah, don't worry about lubing up'n'junk, man, you can't, like, hurt me," Harry assures you, his big head turning towards you a bit.\n\nShrugging a bit, you acknowledge that it is probably just a sheath in the costume after all. You raise up a bit to get into position, then start pushing your cock into the puckered felt sleeve. You moan loudly as it yields around you... it's your first time being in anything, so you're not sure what the real thing even feels like, but this feels amazing, hot and both soft and firm at the same time. Harry lets out a moan as well as you take his assertion to heart and shove in all the way without fear of hurting him.\n\nYou begin pounding your mascot friend's ass, feeling your hips slap against the firm material of his ass and your balls thump against his own overstuffed cloth sack. Your hands squeeze and knead at his big round equine butt, and though you can't dig into it much you can hear him moan, obviously enjoying it. You realize you're not going to last long and lean forward, reaching down to grab his horsecock, stroking the big pink foam thing faster and faster before you finally give a cry and start painting the inside of his costume's ass-sheath with your cum. Harry whinnies and you can feel the cloth cock jerk in your hands. His load actually shoots past his hands and splatters on the headboard, and you note that it looks more like the sort of "ectoplasm slime" you can buy in toy stores than real jizz.\n\nYou slump against Harry's back, panting as he lets himself settle onto his belly on the bed. Then your eyes shoot wide open as you feel something nudging between your buttcheeks, and hear Herschel's goofy voice saying, "It's always good to include the whole family!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa, it just got better.|HaroldHorse5x2]]\n\n[[No way! You don't bottom!|HaroldHorse8x1]]

You kind of feel like one of the reasons your old situation was so bad was that you felt like a freak or something. It's not like you're even particularly odd, at least compared to some of the people you knew at school, but your home life was so staid and dull that it seemed like you couldn't suggest skipping dinner because you weren't hungry without everyone acting like you'd just suggested burning the Constitution and peeing on the Mona Lisa. "I want... a family that will love me no matter how weird I am!" you declare after a moment.\n\n"Ohhhh, I think I have just the family for you, my young friend," Santa says with a chuckle, bringing a mittened hand up to tap the side of his rosy nose. "You just follow this fine elf here, and soon you'll be on your way to your new family! I promise you it will be one that will revel in your uniqueness no matter what that may be!"\n\nUh... sounds good, if implausible? Still, that seems to be the end of your Santa session, so you slip off and follow the elf as he beckons to you. He walks you a fair way through the park, and finally shows you to... one of the exits? "Right through here," he announces in a fairly squeaky voice.\n\n... You're being kicked out of the park? Sigh. You probably should have expected this. But rather than raise a stink you just slump your head and shoulders and flump on out through the gate and across the concrete towards the parking lot. Of course at the edge of that concrete, you notice a sight odd enough to make you stop and lift your head. There's a tall... really tall... guy standing there wearing an almost ankle-length overcoat, the sort you guess chauffers wear, especially since he's got a hat and is standing in front of a long black car. Of course rather less standard chauffer wear is the black cloth drape covering his head, fronted by what looks like an oval mask with a flat line for a mouth and black dots for eyes, seemingly staring blankly as his head turns back and forth. Of course it gets a bit weirder than that for two reasons... one, the long black car he's standing in front of isn't a limo or even a town car... it's a hearse. A very shiny, modern-looking one, but a hearse all the same. The other is that in his gloved hands he's holding a sign that says 'ERIC' in big, calligraphy-style letters.\n\nYou heesitate for a few seconds, before curiosity gets the better of you and you walk over. "Uh... hi?"\n\nThat mask turns towards you and... huh, you didn't notice the arches of eyebrows over the dots before, giving the mask a more curious look as he takes one hand off the sign to point at it, then at you.\n\n"Yeah, I'm Eric."\n\nThe mask is now a big, 'Comedy'-mask style smile and little arches instead of dots for eyes, which is <i>really strange</i> since you didn't see him change it and you didn't see the shapes on the mask change either, they were just suddenly different. He straightens up and walks over to the hearse, opening the door to the bench back seat for you (at least he didn't open the back) and gesturing smoothly for you to get in. Uh... well... ... yeah, okay, let's do this, you decide, figuring you basically have nothing to lose but maybe your life. And eh. You walk over and settle into the back seat, scooting over into the middle of it and waiting for the driver to close the door and get behind the wheel. You can see his face, er, mask pretty well in the rear view mirror as you ask, "So, uh, is it gonna be a long drive?"\n\nThe mouth of the mask is now a slanted line as he raises his hands in a shrug, which you take to mean it's probably not a short one.\n\n"You don't talk much, huh?"\n\nThe mouth is a straight line across and the eyes elliptical dots again as he shakes his head. Nope, apparently not.\n\n"Okay, well, nice to meet you anyway," you declare with a shrug of your own, settling back in the seat. That has the mask all smiles again as he starts the car and pulls forward, driving out of the parking lot and heading for the road.\n\nIt's definitely not a short trip, though you do notice that it may be because your silent driver seems to be avoiding highways and freeways and sticking mostly to regular streets and even back roads. It's definitely pretty weird to just be driving in silence, but when you ask him to stop so you can use the restroom and maybe get something to drink and a snack (he hands you a ten), before he opens the door for you he hands you another bag with a cheap prepaid smartphone, set of headphones, and a card for the phone's music and app store in it. Your sincere gratitude puts a smile back on his mask, which stays there through most of the rest of the trip as he drives on and on, with you occasionally sprawling out on the bench seat for naps and waking up for stops at gas stations and restaurants. \n\nEventually though his driving seems to... have more purpose? Or maybe it's just something about his manner, silent and unreadable other than the mask as it is, that says he's close to home. There definitely don't seem to be that many other houses out here, with the ones you pass either small and decaying on oversized and overgrown plots of land, or brand new and taking up large parts of their well-manicured and fenced plots. But when a dwelling much larger than all of the new ones and much older-looking than all the old ones comes into view, the hearse starts to slow, making you let out a soft "No way."\n\n<img src="images/StevvensManor.jpg">\n\nIt looks more like some massive European castle than a normal mansion. The stone is dark (and slightly slimy-looking in places) with age, and it has numerous different sections linked by heavy walls, the whole thing looking like it's built to withstand a siege, with multiple types and shapes of towers either jutting up from it or attached to the exterior semi-chaotically. The whole thing looks like it belongs in the Transylvanian hinterlands, surrounded by angry farmers with pitchforks and torches, instead of somewhere in the American... northwest. You think. And yes, the driver is definitely turning through the massive gate of the black iron fence with two-inch-thick bars, and driving towards that imposing edifice with that cheery emoji-like smile on his mask. He pulls up in front of the front door, which is actually open and has a lot of flickering light spilling out of it, and stops before getting out to open your door and gesture you inside. He strides silently along after you as you nervously head in.\n\n<img src="images/StevvensEntry.jpg">\n\nDespite the outside looking rather decrepit, the interior is spotlessly, almost ruthlessly clean and everything seems to have been maintained perfectly. The marble tile of the floors is shined to mirror quality, reflecting the light of the candelabras and sconces holding candles, and a slightly more modern light fixture above. There are doors at the back of the room on either side, and another set of them up the short flight of stairs directly ahead, beneath a top section rimmed by an ornate railing and bannister. To either side of the stairs are somewhat foreboding stone passageways leading downward. You're a little surprised that no one's here, but then you guess your driver would have a hard time making a call to say you were coming. Of course even as you think that, there's the sound of feet pounding down a hallway, and then the doors at the top of the steps are flung open with a bang, briefly giving you a view of a male figure dressed in a very stylish and highly outdated suit. Only briefly because he then races to the top of the stairs and does a leap and forward-flip into the air, spinning multiple times before landing directly in front of you with the most enthusiastic shout you've ever heard.\n\n"MY BOY!" he cries, flinging his arms around you and lifting you off the ground in a hug.\n\n"GYAH!" you shriek in surprise, unable to help kicking your legs briefly even as you realize it's probably the warmest, most feelingest hug you've ever had in your life.\n\nYou're still sort of processing that when he pretty much drops you to your feet and steps back, beaming brightly at you with an assortment of slightly crooked teeth. You can also see a number of other people coming to join him with various levels of outward enthusiasm (though none as enthusiastic as his, certainly), and all of them are... well. Starting with the overly demonstrative guy, he's tall (though not as loomingly tall as the driver, you might have to reevaluate what you think of as 'tall' after him), with slicked-back black hair and mismatched green and blue eyes, and everywhere he's not covered by a very dapper, long-coated suit with subtle gold embroidery all over its black silk surface, he's covered in scars, making his pale skin look like a bit of a slipshod patchwork quilt. ... Actually though he's pale all over he seems to be entirely different shades of pale between different scars, that's pretty weird.\n\nComing down the hall he came rushing down are a pair of girls that look like they're about your own age, their faces similar enough for them to be twins, though... that's pretty much where the similarities stop. The one on the right's black hair is done up in multiple long, thick braids that hang down past her knees, two over her shoulders and the rest behind her back so you're not quite sure how many there really are, but they all seem to be capped with elaborate metal roaring dragon heads in different colors. She's wearing a hoodie that's half white and half black, with a skeleton pattern on the chest and the top of the arms, the bones switching colors with what side they're on, and black tights with very imposing-looking strap-up boots. The one on the left is, well... pretty much the opposite, her black hair just down her shoulders and curled at the ends, streaked here and there with pink with a little rose decoration clipped into her bangs, and a bright, sunny smile on her face. She's wearing a tight white long-sleeved shirt with a pink sleeveless midriff-length top over it, a pink pleated skirt, and white-and-pink thigh-highs, and (of course) pink high-tops with white laces and soles. The one with braids has her hands clasped in front of her and is walking like she's heading to the funeral of a loved one who was really more of a tolerated one, while the one in all the pink is almost literally skipping. They both share their father's heterochromia, though, with flipped sides for the blue and green eye. \n\nWalking... uh, actually more 'drifting'... behind them is a woman whose skin and hair are both stark white, hair straight but slightly wild as it falls down her back and over her shoulders down around her knees. She's wearing an <i>extremely</i> tight black dress that is scooped <i>inordinately</i> low in front to show off her <i>massively</i> large breasts. The dress grows loose and flares out just below the hips, hiding the motion of her legs (if there is any) and actually pooling around her feet on the floor, though it seems to pool just as easily out in front of her as behind, instead of getting dragged and stepped on.\n\nAnd coming up from one of the lower area entrances is a woman that's every bit a match her figure, to the point you'd think they were siblings, except instead of porcelain white her skin is a soft grey color, and instead of colorless and stark her hair is, er, shiny and green and... texture?... as it hangs down her back in even more braids than the girl in the hoodie. She also seems to be walking normally, albeit with a smooth, rather sinuous sway of the hips. Her dress is black, high-collared and tight in the chest instead of low-cut, and she's wearing what looks like a completely opaque black veil over her face.\n\n"My <i>boy</i>," the man declares happily again, clapping you on the shoulders, then instantly bustling off to the side. "We must be off to the yard at <i>once</i> to throw the old ball around!" he declares, snatching what looks like an antique football from behind one of the columns and hurtling it at you, leaving you to awkwardly grasp it as it thumps against your chest hard enough to drive the wind out of you. "And then, a <i><b>duel</b></i>!"\n\n"Darling," the very white woman says placidly, a tiny, playful smile brushing across her almost colorless lips as she finishes gliding down the stairs and comes to a stop behind the girls. "Perhaps you might actually let the child know his new family's names before you get to the father-son bonding?"\n\n"Ah, of course, of <i>course</i>!" he laments dramatically, tilting his head back and slamming his palm to his forehead and rubbing back and forth. "<i>Where</i> is my <i>brain at</i>?!"\n\n"It was in its jar when I got up."\n\n"My boy!" the scarred man continues, sweeping back to your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards the rest while putting his other hand to his chest. "I," he continues, every motion and word delivered as if putting on Shakespeare in the park. "Am Junior, though you of course may feel free to call me 'Father', 'Dad', 'Pops', or..." He thumps his fist to his chest and smiles almost deliriously at the ceiling while giving his head a shake. "Poppa. And <i>this</i>," he continues, separating from you to reach over the twins and grab the pale woman's arm, drawing it close and rubbing his scarred cheek up and down it. "Lovely, enchanting, absolutely infernal creature is 'Mom', 'Mother', or even 'Mommy' should you wish. I know sometimes I do," he adds, glancing back towards you and waggling his eyebrows.\n\n"Personal space," the braided girl mutters, since her mother's arm is stretched across her head.\n\nYour, uh, new mother reclaims her hand from her husband and instead drapes her arm around the goth's shoulders. You've just noticed that her eyes are actually a rather brilliant red color and you're not sure what to do with that. "'Anastasia Stevvens' on your school paperwork, little darling. These are your new sisters, Tia and Fenny."\n\n"Hi, it is <i>sooooooo</i> nice to meet you!" the one in pink chirps, and somehow you just assume she must be 'Fenny'. You can't see the other one being a 'Fenny'. She raises a hand and wiggles her fingers. "I'm looking forward to having you as a brother!"\n\n"Hello," the other says flatly. "I'm looking forward to having your funeral." She jumps a little and murmurs an equally monotone 'ow' as her mother flicks her on the ear. \n\n"And this is my greatmother, Stheno," Anastasia adds, gesturing to the other woman.\n\n"You can just call me 'Gram', dear," the veiled woman declares in a surprisingly down-to-earth tone with an almost Southern accent. "Everyone does."\n\n"And of course you've already met our faithful manservant Kinsui!" Junior declares enthusiastically, moving over and reaching up to clasp the masked man on the shoulder, his mask having turned into three short horizontal lines as if making a solemn, formal face as he bows. "Though I imagine he might have had trouble introducing himself, strong sileent type, you know."\n\n"There are a few more members of the family, but they're... shy," Anastasia adds, quirking one pencil-thin, almost invisible brow. "I'm sure you'll meet them in time. But just to make it clear... we are indeed very happy to have you here. We Stevvenses pride ourselves on family above all else, and even though we took you in as a bit of a favor owed to a certain someone, that doesn't make you any less family."\n\n"Family is what you make of it!" Junior adds as he slides up and claps you on the back, making you stumble a bit and almost drop the football. "And sometimes you make family! You're quite convenient that way, son, you come pre-assembled, it's very considerate on your part!"\n\n"Th-thanks," you murmur. "... It's a lot to take in, but I really appreciate it. I... um, well, I do hope we can be a great family together."\n\n"You're a Stevvens now, my boy! Being a great family is what we <i>do</i>!" Junior says happily, before thunking his hand on your shoulder and whirling to point at the doors dramatically. "TO THE YARD!"\n\nSo yeah, you go out on the front lawn (which is the size of a ranch in total so more like the <i>immediate</i> front lawn) and throw the football around some with Junior... ah, well, Dad... and it's actually pretty cool. He's a little overly enthusiastic (no shit) at first but after a bit and some mild scolding from Anastasia... Mom... he tones it down. Fenny even comes out to join the two of you, giggling and squealing a bit with her own measure of overenthusiasm, while Tia sits on a stone bench, chin on her hands, and stares at you as if mentally alphabetizing a list of all the ways you could possibly die. You've never really seen that look on someone's face before but it's surprisingly recognizable now that you have. \n\nEventually Junior announces that it's dueling time, but Anastasia heads him off and insists that it is in fact <i>dinner</i> time, to which he switches courses and announces "TO THE DINING ROOM!" There's steaks that are rather on the rare side and slightly odd cuts you've never seen before, prompting you to absolutely not say a damn thing about it and instead just enjoy the first home-cooked meal you've had in a long time, complete with a glass of wine and copious sides. Afterwards though, you find yourself fairly nodding off in your seat, so Anastasia suggests that she and Junior show you to your room. It's up the stairs you go, up some more stairs, up even more stairs, and yeah you're pretty sure you're in one of the towers now as you're shown to something that you can't help but feel looks like the sort of prison cells they kept royalty who were still kind of in good standing in when regimes changed.\n\n"We'll leave you to get settled in comfortably, little darling," Anastasia says, leaning in and down to kiss your forehead, with you somehow managing not to let your eyes get snagged and turn downwards at the sight of anything. "But if you need anything... drink of water, tucking in, exorcism... just give a yell. Though try your best to use complete words or we'll just assume you're voicing your enthusiasm."\n\n"Uh. Right. Thanks, Mom. Dad. G'night," you murmur, nodding.\n\nJunior gives you another bearhug before releasing you and ushering Anastasia out the door, sliding it closed as he darts after her with obvious amorous intent, but then that seems to be how he does everything directed at her. You take a look around your room again... hm... yup, definitely a fusion between 'French royalty' and 'November first sale at Spirit' going on in here. You kick off your shoes and flop down on the bed, turning down the oil lamp beside it that was putting off an impressive amount of light before, enough to dim the room.\n\n... Aaaand you're wide awake. Figures. The instant your head touched the pillow you didn't even feel tired anymore. Sigh. Well, you guess if you feel like getting up, you could go looking for someone to talk to... just a hunch but you're guessing a lot of the family are night owls. Or you could go wandering around this cavernous housecastle, or... hm, maybe better not to rock the boat, and just try to go to sleep.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look for Junior.|Stevvens]]\n\n[[Look for Anastasia.|Stevvens]]\n\n[[Look for Tia.|Stevvens]]\n\n[[Look for Fenny.|Stevvens]]\n\n[[Look for Gram.|Stevvens]]\n\n[[Look for Kinsui.|Stevvens]]\n\n[[Just try to sleep.|Stevvens]]

"You don't want to get me pregnant, after all," you add cheerfully before stuffing your mouth full of Ranma's cock again.\n\nGenma mutters something that might be 'you don't know what I want' but once he's hauled your panties down over the curve of your ass, he does indeed press the head of his fat cock to your pucker. Obviously you have it ready and lubed up for just such an occasion, and he slides in smoothly, bottoming out with his balls against your pussy. As Genma begins to pump into you, Ranma slowly clambers up from his prone position and settles onto his knees, taking hold of the sides of your head and starting to thrust as well.\n\nYou calmly lower your hands and brace yourself as father and son spitroast you, Genma's slightly longer and thicker cock pounding into your ass while Ranma stuffs his own still impressive dick down your throat. Both are grunting and gasping above you, sounding remarkably similar despite their different voices, but well, what would you expect? You roll your eyes up some to watch Ranma's face contort with pleasure as he fucks your face, your pussy wet from Genma's balls slapping against it. Ah, you do so enjoy cocks~. Perhaps you really should have accepted the engagement to Ranma? Eh, then he might not want to share you with his father. Or your father. Or the mailman. Or the shopkeepers.\n\nWell, anyway. You keep tonguing and gulping at Ranma's cock as it plunges between your lips, rocking yourself back to make sure your ass smacks against Genma's pudgy hips. It's not very long before both father and son, at almost the exact same time, groan and thrust forward, burying their cocks deep inside you and spilling their loads. Both wait a few moments to make sure they're done before pulling out, Ranma giving a breathless "Mornin', Kasumi" and Genma mostly grunting before both ready themselves to head out and train.\n\n"Good morning," you reply cheerfully, pulling your panties up as you stand, feeling your pussyjuice plaster the crotch of them against your pussy, and Genma's cum start to soak into the back of them. Oh dear, you'll have to get a new pair after your own eventual bath. But for now you head downstairs to work on breakfast. You busy yourself at the stove, giving your father a smile as he meanders in and not stopping your cooking as he hikes your skirt up in back and tugs your panties down enough to slide his cock into your already well-fucked asshole. You continue the food prep as he grunts and pumps away at you, eventually adding his own load to his friend's and pulling out. He tugs your panties back into place and lets your skirt fall back before heading back into the dining room to wait for you to finish.\n\nOnce the family is fed and the students are off to school, you clean up the kitchen and dining room, do the dishes, suck off your father and Genma once more each, and then do some dusting. Eventually you head upstairs, cleaning off and rinsing out your ass before taking a brief soak. Keeping yourself clean for the men who use you is important, but there's so much to do, you can't just take forever! Once you've finished you dress (with a fresh pair of panties... you'd go without but then you'd probably wind up dripping cum everywhere, and that's just sloppy!) again and return to the downstairs. There's no sight of your father and Genma... they must have decided to go out for awhile, or on a training trip, or who knows, but then that's their prerogative as men after all!\n\nYou're hanging up some laundry when you hear a bark from behind you. You blink and turn, spotting a large, fluffy gold-colored dog. Oh my! You're fairly certain that's one of several million Japanese dogs named "John", but this one you're fairly certain belongs to a boy down the street. He must have gotten into the yard, and seems to be hopping about the koi pond in excitement. Well, it is spring, the time when animals tend to get excited... actually, while you're watching, it looks like John is getting fairly "excited" as well. Oh my.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take John home to his owner.|KasumiX]]\n\n[["Relax" John so he'll go home on his own.|KasumiX]]

"Amanda, I... I care about you a lot," you stammer, feeling something yanking on your heart. "But some day I might have to leave, I want to go back to... where I came from."\n\n"Oh." She lets her head sag. "... And that's more important than me?"\n\n"I'm... I'm sorry, Amanda, I..." You can't bring yourself to say 'Yes', but in your heart you know it's true.\n\nSuddenly you gasp as if you'd been splashed with cold water. You sit up despite the fact that moments ago you were standing. You find yourself laying on the floor of the Low-Tech Weapons Exhibit in the Prop Museum of Worldland. You instantly feel both a sense of elation and a sense of loss as you scramble to your feet, checking yourself over. You've got your own lean, unextraordinary, completely male body back.\n\nYou stare at the weapons rack, where the spear is hanging. Was it all a dream? Unable to help yourself, you reach out and touch it, some part of you wondering if you can do it all over again, wondering if you made the right decision. But all that happens is the feel of cold, artificial wood under your fingers. It's just a prop.\n\n"Sir!"\n\nYou jump a bit and whirl to face where the girl from the information kiosk is giving you an annoyed look.\n\n"Please don't touch the exhibits. Worldland will be closing in a few hours, you may want to move along."\n\n"Oh. Right. Um, thanks." You stick your hands in your pockets and turn to head back towards the entrance. It must have all been some weird dream, brought on by hunger. Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|ShemaleBarbarian13xEnd]]

Oh yeah, the lion-dog-thing. You always liked him, he was pretty cool. ... Plus, y'know, if this is really a lewd sort of sim, then that's kind of kinky, you wonder what all you could get up to? \n\nYou tap the selection, and almost immediately find yourself on all fours... specifically, all four paws. Just that abruptly, you're in the body of the character, large and leonine, covered in orange-red fur, your body lean and dotted here and there with both scars and tattoos, including the 'XIII' on your shoulder. You blink several times, turning your head to look yourself over... yup, there's a long tail with a glowing, firelike tuft on the end, and whoa, you do seem to be pretty hung back there, though you're not set up to see very well... you definitely seem to have a sheath though. Your movements rustle your mohawk-like mane around, the decorations woven it and into the draping forelocks clinking a bit, the drapes of long fur-hair swaying to either side of your muzzled head. And you're in... a glass case?\n\n'They started me out in captivity?!' you think in frustration, looking past the curved glass at the lablike environs around you. But even as you think it, you find that other thoughts are closing in around yours... knowledge and memories closing in, wrapping up around you until you've sunk below them by water. You blink a few times again, then settle to sit on the metal ground before laying your head on your forepaws, sighing. 'Grandpa... I wonder if I'll ever see you again...'\n\nNot long after you've settled to brooding on this, you do your best to hide any reaction other than the twitch of an ear as the sneering, snickering form of the lanky, wild-haired bespectacled human that's been tormenting you since your capture saunters up, flanked by a few of his labcoated lackeys. "You're in luck, subject thirteen!" he declares, crazed eyes glinting behind his glasses. "We've managed to acquire the Ancient after all! Now your two species need not go extinct!"\n\n... Wait, is he talking about... breeding you with a human? Or rather, a Cetra, as you understand it. You only have a fairly general knowledge of the race that modern humans are supposedly descended from, but... might that actually work? You're not entirely fond of two-legged things, especially after recent events, but you have to admit part of you (or maybe parts of you) finds that tempting for various reasons. Still, it seems unwise at best to play along with the madman that's holding you prisoner, but then what other choice do you really have in the end?\n\n<hr>\n[[Remain silent.|FFRN]]\n\n[[Refuse aloud.|FFRN]]\n\n[[Agree.|FFRN1x1]]

Equip accessories? Kind of a weird option for a superpowerful debug menu, unless it's just to give her godly equipment for adventuring or something. You select it, absentmindedly noticing out of the corner of your eye as Tifa goes still in the background, apparently frozen in place while you browse the options.\n\nOn further examination, it looks like the menu option is a lot broader than it first appears. While it does have a few options for equipping her with actual accessories (with rather interesting names), some of the others look to be bondage equipment or options for putting her in such... which, you suppose, is "equipping an accessory" with a very broad meaning. It's a decently long list, too... let's see, what to do...\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip "Cow Ring".|FF7X5x2]]\n\n[[Equip "Desire Studs".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip "Doll Barette".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip "Rubber Suit".|FF7X13x1]]\n\n[[Equip "Wall Hole".|FF7X16x1]]\n\n[[Equip "Trophy Plaque".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip "Thrust Shaft".|FF7X18x1]]

"I'd appreciate it if you came with me," you admit with a sigh. "Just 'cause then he's less likely to waste time attacking me from the start."\n\n"Alright. But he could be anywhere, where do we look?"\n\n"Let's start at the dojo."\n\nSoon, the two of you are walking down the upstairs hallway, Akane looking perturbed. "Ranma, why would he be in my room?"\n\n"Oh, you never know, you know how bad his sense of direction is," you reply vaguely, glancing around, and spotting the little black pig on the bed. Raising your voice slightly, you call, "It will really be a shame if we can't find Ryoga! Especially since you want to talk to him about something really important, Akane!" \n\n"Um... yeah?" Akane stares at you, then blinks as the piglet goes scurrying across the floor. "P-chan?! Where are you going?!"\n\n"Gee. I believe we might find Ryoga downstairs, perhaps coming out of the bathroom," you say in a monotone, setting off down the hall again.\n\nAs the two of you approach the bathroom, the door opens, and a slightly damp, flushed Ryoga, wearing his sleeveless yellow shirt and slightly ragged black pants, steps out. "Oh, there you are, Ryoga!" Akane calls, making him blush all the more.\n\n"What a shocking coincidence, who would have guessed," you note flatly, unable to help smirking when Ryoga gives you a death glare.\n\n"A-Akane, you... you wanted to talk to me about something?" he stammers, expression turning hopeful and a goofy grin curving his lips as he looks at her, showing off his fangs with his silly expression.\n\n"Well, yes, but we should probably go upstairs to my bedroom first," she says, turning to lead the way.\n\n"Even you can find your way there, right? Like you've maybe even been there a few times?" you tease, before clamping your mouth shut as Ryoga glares again. Hm, maybe it really is best to let Akane do most of the talking.\n\nSoon Ryoga's sitting on Akane's bed, his jaw agape. "Y-you really want me to...?!" \n\n"It's not that I want ya to, it's that I need ya to," you grumble, arms folded under your chest as you look aside.\n\n"Ryoga, obviously this is something I'd never ask of anyone, but I was there, and we both believe the demon and its curse," Akane says gently, making a placating motion with her hands. "I know it seems really perverted, but-"\n\nRyoga actually interrupts her, leaping to his feet and barking at you, in an entirely too loud voice, "RANMA! How dare you think of cheating on Akane just to save your own worthless life!"\n\n<hr>\n[[But Akane approves!|FRanX]]\n\n[[It's just pragmatism!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Not cheating if it's a threesome.|FRanX]]

Might as well start with the basic version to see what it does. You tap the option for the Silver Ring, watching the menu autoclose and Tifa resume motion. But almost instantly a silver ring appears in her nose, making her yelp and jerk upright, dropping the cleaning rag to put her hands to her face. "What the-?!"\n\nThen she gasps, leaning forward and putting her hands on the table for balance, her back arching and jutting her tits forward as they begin to swell. Her top grows tighter, rising away from the underside curve of her already impressive breasts as they grow larger and larger, obviously giving her quite a lot of pleasure in the process. She squirms and moans, gasping out "W-what's happening to me?!" as her tits get bigger and bigger, stiff nipples lengthening, thickening and pushing against the white fabric... which soon begins to turn transparent as it gets wet, pink showing through the white as milk soaks into it and spreads out from her nipples. She's obviously so overcome by the unexpected pleasure that you don't think she even notices the pair of rather cute, if stubby, horns that push up from the top of her head.\n\nEventually her tits stop growing, and Tifa leans more heavily on the table, panting, her obviously overfull jugs swaying with every movement... you're half convinced you can hear them sloshing, though that may just be your imagination, spurred on by the milk dripping from her soaked top, which barely even covers the center of her tits now. They're almost twice the size that they were, bulging around the top and bottom of the stretched white top, which you figure only hasn't torn asunder because being wet let it stretch more.\n\n"What... happened, why did..." Tifa lets out another moan... which this time has a faint cow-like quality to it. "I don't know what this is... f-feel so full... so tight..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Try ordering her around.|FF7X5x4]]

You tap the menu for "Cow Ring", thinking that sounds like it has various possibilities. Immediately, you see a blank white ring appear in Tifa's nose, dangling down above her upper lip like, well, like the ring piercing a cow's nose. The menu doesn't disappear, apparently wanting you to pick a metal for said ring. At a guess, the higher the value of the metal, the more extreme the effect will be on Tifa. The only one that stands out is at the end of the list, where the quality suddenly drops... wonder what that does?\n\n<hr>\n[[Silver.|FF7X5x3]]\n\n[[Gold.|FF7X17x1]]\n\n[[Platinum.|FF7Xudder]]\n\n[[Mythril.|FF7Xcowanthro]]\n\n[[Iron.|FF7Xcow]]

"This one. Nabiki Tendo," you announce, passing the tablet back after having settled on the arrogant mercenary sister.\n\n"I'll let them know to have her sent in at once, Lord and Master."\n\nA few minutes later there's a faint <i>vrrrrrr</i> sound from above. You glance up and smirk in amusement at the sight of Nabiki, naked and wriggling, being lowered from the ceiling by a cable connected to manacles around her wrists. Oh, it must be quite a blow to the power-hungry control freak's pride, to not only be stripped and displayed, but then treated like a piece of bait on a hook. You actually laugh some as she's brought down to a level where she can just barely brace her toes on the floor, the brown-haired girl flushing and glowering at you furiously, despite the obvious fear in her eyes. It doesn't look like she's recognized you, but then how would she? Hm... eh, let's not bother cluing her in. At least just yet.\n\n"I should start by telling you, you're not leaving this room in the same state you were so elegantly shown in," you declare grandly, letting your Trikeronian voice boom across the room. She firms up her jaw in an attempt to look stoic, but it almost comes off as more of a pout. "And exactly how you leave it is entirely up to me. There will be no daring rescues, no last-minute saves. Especially since your fate is <i>very</i> imminent... this is already pretty much the last minute, and as you can see, no one has shown up. So if I were you, I'd just go ahead and make peace with my own powerlessness... hm, I guess it's pretty lucky I'm not you, huh?"\n\n"Listen, we can work out some sort of deal," Nabiki answers immediately, trying to keep her voice calm even as it shakes a little.\n\n"If a deal is worked out, it will be entirely at my whim and entirely on my terms, and will only happen because I would think the deal was amusing. You have zero bargaining power or position here, mammalian slut, I have already taken everything from you but your mind and body, and those are already my property."\n\nThere, you've definitely driven home the direness of her situation, to judge by the look on her face. She's still struggling to be defiant but she's holding on by a thread. Hm, now that you've lorded it over her a bit, what to actually do with her...?\n<<set $nabiki_used>>\n<hr>\n[[Genochamber.|TRNabikiGC]]\n\n[[Productization.|TRNabikiPI]]\n\n[[Repurposing.|TRNabikiSlaveStart]]\n\n[[Break her.|TRNabikiRape]]\n\n[[Make her a deal.|TRNabikiDeal]]\n\n[[Have some fun.|TRNabikiBaitStart]]

Something tells you that something this deliciously perverted wouldn't have been put in this sim without making sure you could get to the good stuff right away. Grinning, you move to take a seat across from Tifa, her shocked, somewhat glazed eyes following you... then widening as you undo your pants. Watching her squirm and buck and moan as her tits grew already made you nice and hard, and you give your cock a few strokes as you say, "Tifa, get over here and wrap those big milky tits around my dick."\n\nThe ring in her nose glows, and Tifa's eyes glaze over completely as she answers, "Yes, Mmmoooster." Her eyes quickly clear, and she gives her head a shake. "Wait, what? What did I just... hey!" she squeaks as she starts walking over to you, her motions just slightly jerky. "I... I can't control myself! What are you making me do?!" she demands as she settles to her knees in front of you, hands coming up to her tits and lifting them, a little squirt of milk seeping through the fabric over her nipples. "Eric, stop it, I-!"\n\nShe cuts herself off with a moan as she slides her tits, still nominally covered by the soaked white top, over your prick. You moan yourself, feeling the extremely soft, wet, and yet firm flesh sliding down over you. You're almost certain you can hear her overfull tits sloshing now as she settles them all the way down on you, the very tip of your prick just barely jutting out of her cleavage, glistening with the milk now smeared all over it. Tifa begins working her tits up and down your prick, thumping them against your lap on every downstroke, both the squeezes of her hands and her impact making more milk leak out each time. You can feel it dribbling down your balls and thighs, adding just that extra bit of sensation, as well as the lovely visual of the barmaid flushed in humiliated pleasure, her udder-like boobs jiggling with the motions of titfucking you.\n\n"Oh, oh God, it feels so good," she moans. "Getting the milk out, having your cock between my boobs, it feels so good!" Completely without your direction, she leans her head down, craning her neck until she can wrap her lips around the tip of your prick, practically smacking herself in the face with her own tits as she begins working them over your prick even more eagerly.\n\n"Ah, ah fuck," you groan back, resting a hand on her head between her nubby little cow horns, unable to help smirking some as you watch her. Your voice comes out rather breathy as you murmur, "There we go, there's a good cow, good Bessie, really work my prick with your udders, girl."\n\nThough her face gets even redder, even her ears turning pink, Tifa begins working her tongue even more eagerly around your cockhead at the words, flicking it and tonguing it desperately, the pleasure from her overgrown, overfull tits obviously goading her on. She spreads her legs wider as she leans in closer to you, her tight little skirt riding up over her generous ass to show you her panties. You continue rubbing her head around her horns and telling her what a good cow she is, until you moan and buck your hips upward against her tits, flooding her mouth with a rush of cum that she eagerly gulps down, giving a muffled "Mmmooooooo" around the tip of your prick in between swallows.\n\nYou settle back in the (rather wet) seat of the chair, panting a little. Then you hear a slight rattle, and look over towards the door to see an outline through the frosted glass. You quickly bring up the debug menu to freeze the world in place... which leaves Tifa exactly as she was, completely motionless, her milky jugs still soft and warm, mouth still hot and wet on the tip of your prick. You distractedly indulge yourself in a few thrusts upward, before refocusing on the reason you froze things in the first place. Who the hell is this? You quickly find a menu for the local minimap and turn on NPC tracking... ah, Yuffie. The game's probably offering you a chance to expand the number of girls you can mess with... though you do notice other options for securely locking the door so that no one else can enter the area, if you'd rather focus on this one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lock the door.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Let Yuffie in and equip her with "Cow Ring".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Let Yuffie in and equip her with "Thrust Shaft".|FF7X]]

"Hey, warrior races generally have a strict code of honor or something like it, right?" you query, glancing at Smith.\n\n"Yeah, it's the only way a society like that can function and make it out of an equivalent to the iron age, they have to establish rules for themselves." Smith looks curious where you're going, before realization quickly sweeps over her face. "And in the case of warrior races created as guards and soldiers, that honor code generally involves a deep dedication to the creators, and a hatred of failing them."\n\n"If we could find some of these warriors, I bet they'd be really really pissed at the Raptarrans for turning on their creators," you note with a bit of a smug grin.\n\n"More than that, they might be pissed enough at the RubBorg to help us with that problem too. Great thinking, Jones." Materializing a more powerful communication device from her belt, Smith continues, "We'll get an intel team down here and decoding these records. Hopefully there'll be some indicator of where we can find any remnants of them."\n\nSoon the temple is crawling with black-suited Section 69 specialists. A few wind up lost to newly-discovered hazards, but, well, that's just another day on the job in Starbeat, let alone Section 69. It takes a few days, but eventually the head of the research team approaches Smith and yourself to brief you. "The warrior caste was called 'Tyrannans'," he explains. "It looks like the vast majority of them were wiped out in the initial orbital bombardments, and then all the rest as they tried to protect the precursor evacuation ships and thus couldn't fight properly."\n\n"So they're all dead?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Not all, that's the good news. From what we've been able to find in the database, there's most likely a small fleet of them left. They were put in suspended animation and kept in a non-strategic, barren system," the researcher explains as he passes you the PADD he's holding. "They're likely the last of the species, but there's probably hundreds of them and at least a dozen ships. Still, if we're interpreting the information right, that might be all we'd need to solve the Raptarran Issue, and possibly the RubBorg Dilemma as well."\n\nYou look over the information, and exchange a glance with Smith before nodding to the researcher. "Alright, we're on it. We'll stay in contact." As he leaves, you hm. "I'm guessing that Section 69 has a method to get to the other side of the known galaxy in a short period?"\n\n"What kind of secret organization would we be if we didn't?" she answers dryly.\n\nThe two of you reboard the shuttle you came here in and leave the planet's surface, but rather than immediately setting out for the destination, you turn and make your way into the nearby nebula, where the Section 69 ship that brought the research team is waiting. Settled in the soft blue gaseous clouds, it's black, sleek, and virtually flat in comparison to most Starfleet ships, having very little in the way of a profile to stand out and be shot at.\n\n<img src="images/XKYyCcH.jpg">\n\nSmith docks the shuttle in the bay, and the two of you make your way to the fairly small, efficient bridge. Smith walks up to the man sitting in the central chair. "Operative Jones and I will be taking command of this vessel until further notice. The core team of researchers and a security contingent are staying on the planet, recall everyone else." You're a little surprised by the lack of indignation or scowling as the man nods and gets up, allowing Smith to sit down in his place. Section 69 agents must just be used to agents with higher mission priority commandeering their stuff. You move to stand beside the captain's chair as Smith continues. "I want to be underway within the hour. Getting everything squared away on the surface is a priority, but start prepping the jump drive now."\n\nVarious acknowledgements come back from the bodysuited crew as they all set to work. Smith watches them for a moment, then glances at you. "The jump drive can have some unpleasant side effects, especially the first time you use it. We don't actually need to be out here for the jump... there's something I've found that reduces the stress by a lot, we could step into the ready room and partake in that instead."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good.|TrekF]]\n\n[[You're fine.|TrekF]]

Hell with it! You're going to Worldland!\n\nLuckily you find a bus service that, after a few transfers, will take you right to the Worldland entrance. Pretty sweet deal, even if it does eat up a fair amount of your cash. But when you see the loops of roller coasters getting larger outside the bus windows, you can't help but feel you've made the right choice. This is going to be great!\n\nYou get off the bus and join the line heading to the ticket booth. Other people are eyeing you... after all you've been wearing the same clothes for about a week and have only been able to sponge bathe a bit in the bus's bathroom sink. You're also not sure what the ticket prices are, and all in all you're feeling pretty nervous. That dollar menu burger you had yesterday isn't sitting too well at this point.\n\nWhen you get to the ticket booth, however, you're surprised to discover that the tickets are fairly cheap. You'd heard places like this charged an arm and a leg for admission, but you're easily able to fork over the twenty dollars your own ticket costs. You head through the turnstile, already looking around in excitement at the brightly-decorated souvenir shops that dot the entrance, hoping to separate the more impulsive from some extra cash as quickly as possible.\n\nThe path leading forward soon leads to a roundabout built around a statue of some sort of upright horse cartoon character... must be one of the mascots. But there's also a signpost with arrow-shaped signs pointing at various paths. Must be directions...\n\n<b>[[Hollywoodland|HollywoodStart]]</b>: This arrow sign has a little icon of a stylized movie camera on it. Must be some sort of movie-themed exhibit or something.\n\n<b>[[Ponyland|PonylandStart]]</b>: This sign has a picture of a bright pink cartoon equine in a dancing pose on it. Oh brother. Seems super girly. Of course it could turn out to be surprisingly fun too... or you could just walk around complaining, which is fun its own way.\n\n<b>[[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]]</b>: What's this? What's this? Christmas all year 'round, huh? Well, that's probably a pretty popular attraction. Smart too... 'Mommy, daddy, it's Christmas so I want presents!'\n\n<b>[[Halloweenland|HalloLandStart]]</b>: And it's practically right next to Christmasland, too. You wonder if there's this one place right in the middle of the two that has turkey dinners, heh.\n\n<b>[[Dudeland|DudelandStart]]</b>: That... doesn't look like it's supposed to be there. The sign is actually just a dirty piece of notebook paper nailed to the post, with the name crudely-scrawled and an arrow pointing at what looks like a dirt path between bushes. What the heck?\n\n<b>[[Wander|Worldland1]]</b>: Eh, who needs a specific destination? You can just meander around the park taking in the sights for awhile first, right?

"This one looks cool," you note, pulling the gold ring out of its little nook and holding it up.\n\n"Ah, that one will definitely keep you quite safe. Though I wouldn't suggest overusing it... and definitely don't bring it to your mother's attention," Gabriella notes in a wry tone as you slide the ring onto your right ring finger.\n\n"Huh? How come?"\n\n"Oh... you'll see. Just wait until you're alone and rub the gem a bit with your thumb, that should answer your questions. That will be twenty."\n\n"Oh, right." She did say she was going to <i>sell</i> you the ring, after all. For all you know that's part of the magic, that you actually have to do that to take ownership. You pass over the bill that Hazel gave you earlier, and only a few moments later the witch in question emerges, chatting agreeably with Hazel as she pays for her own purchases, with you squirming as they both praise your various virtues and what a fine young man you are.\n\nThe rest of Hazel's errands are fairly mundane, and soon the two of you are home. You don't <i>really</i> get a chance to be properly alone until well into the night, when your parents have gone out on a late-night hero call and Elaine has turned in for an early class tomorrow. Taking a moment to make sure your room's door is securely closed, you raise your hand and rub the pad of your left thumb against the gem.\n\nYou yelp as the stone starts exuding blue smoke that curls through the air, curling and billowing around until it starts forming up in front of you... specifically into a feminine form several inches taller than you. Her hair, pulled into a high, long ponytail is a bright golden color... not blonde, actually golden without quite being metallic, her eyes a similar color, contrasting the blue of her skin that perfectly matches the color of the stone. She's wearing a translucent golden scarf tied around her large (but rather gravity-defying) chest, her dark blue nipples with the golden rings piercing them showing through lightly, the short golden loincloth hanging down in front of her crotch similarly not actually concealing much even if it wasn't quite short, the baggy leggings that hook to the belt of it similarly showing the curves of her legs through it. As she brings her hands together and bows her head to you, the short chains attached to her golden bracers sway and clink lightly, the ends of them just sort of fading off into nothing instead of actually terminating.\n\n"Greatings, Master," she says in a pleasant, warm tone of sincerity. "I am your loyal slave, the Genie of the Ring. Do you have a command for me?"\n\n"Uhhhhhh..." Your brain has sort of locked up both at the sight of her and that little statement, so you just stand there staring at her as she straightens up and looks at you expectantly.\n\n"Since Master seems to have experienced a bit of brain-lock, perhaps this loyal slave should explain," the blue-skinned woman says genially. "Or rather answer some of the more common questions this loyal slave is asked when donned in the last century. Yes, this loyal slave is a djinn, though 'genie' is the more common term and this loyal slave does not mind its use at all, of course. This loyal slave does not grant three wishes, but rather as many wishes as Master cares to make, though this loyal slave's power is much more limited than the greater genies of some larger objects. This loyal slave will not twist or 'monkey's paw' Master's wishes, and in fact will protect and serve Master loyally."\n\n"Uh, w-wait, seriously?" You blink a few times. "Don't you, uh, hate your enslavement and want to be free?"\n\n"This loyal slave is not that sort of genie, Master," she answers breezily, putting her hands together and bowing her head to you again. "This loyal slave is actually incredibly content with her lot in life and her eternity of giving service. Without being bound to the ring, this loyal slave would be purposeless and eventually cease to exist. Serving Master gives this loyal slave's existence meaning and direction. Now, does Master have any requests for this loyal slave?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Just... go back in the ring for now."|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Sex plz."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Well. I could use some help with my homework."|RunFF]]

You and Queen Tania relax easily on the throne, the fairy woman reading through one of the ancient, tiny books from her library. You let your mind wander as your hands roam over the sides of her heavily pregnant belly, until both of you have your attention brought ahead as the doors swing open. A handful of fairies are dragged in, several struggling and kicking in protest, others slack and eyes wide in shock and disbelief as they're hauled across the throne room by stoic-faced, golden-helmeted fairy guards. Six in all, it would seem.\n\n"This is an outrage!" one of the fairies, naked except for a somewhat ill-fitting loincloth that's barely clinging to her hips, shouts as she kicks her feet and strains against the iron grip of the guard urging her along.\n\n"I have made my decrees well known," Tania says as, despite her pregnancy, she elegantly rises to her feet from her position in your lap, your stiff cock sliding smoothly out of her ass. "Any being, whether they be fairy or otherwise, who enters into my domain is conscripted into the Fairy Guard Breeders. You were in my domain, were you not?"\n\n"My family of squirrels has been here for fifty generations!" the loinclothed fairy snaps back, revealing that likely until a handful of minutes ago, she was a male animal of the forest. "You can't just... just demand we have the fairy spell cast on all of us and report to be bred like livestock!"\n\n"M-my Queen," stammers one of the shocked-seeming fairies, who's wearing a delicate little outfit cut from green leaves that indicates she's always been a fairy, or at least was changed willingly. "We... we would never normally consider disobeying you, but... but those of us here, we're... we're fairysexuals, we just couldn't, please understand!"\n\n"I understand that all six of you have disobeyed me," Queen Tania says solemnly... before her lips curl in a smirk as more fairy guards step forward, ripping off any clothing the six are wearing, sending up more cries of shock and pleas for mercy. "But that will not be a problem much longer," she adds as she glances aside at the six guards moving forward to form a line, then proceeding towards the captives at an even, unyielding march in near-perfect unison, each one holding an identical copy of her own helmet in her hands.\n\n"No! You can't do this! I'm a male! I fuck fairies, I don't get fucked by them! Stop, stop! I'm not a girl, stop it, let me go!" the tan fairy shouts, kicking and thrashing, voice growing more desperate the closer the line of guards get.\n\n"Your majesty, please, mercy! I'm fairysexual, really I am! I don't like cock! I only like girls! I don't want to be knocked up, I just want to be with other girls, please, I-!"\n\nBoth of their shouts, and any noise from the others, cuts off as the helmets are lowered onto their heads. The already nipple-plated guards (loincloths have long since been done away with, even as little as they get in the way) step back, others releasing their grip on the six, who slump briefly... before straightening their backs and moving forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder facing their queen, faces now stoic and eyes blank.\n\n"Mm, obedient, serious fairies. Who could ask for more?" Tania says with a happy sigh. Then she smirks wider as she snaps out a now familiar string of commands. "About face! Present! Become wet!" The six snap to, lesbian fairies and gender-swapped males obediently bending over and showing off their wet pussies for you, waiting for impregnation. Tania steps back, smiling indulgently at you. "My love."\n\n"Thank you, dear." You stand and move to one end of the line, sliding yourself into a dripping fairy pussy, as always amused by how a face that was only moments before contorted in either fear or anger is now so solemn and peaceful as you fuck its owner's cunt and prepare to knock them up.\n\n<b>King Consort</b> end - <i>Calling up the guard</i>

<<if $haremdelete is "false">>"Baru," you call imperiously.\n\n"Yes, Lord and Master?" she immediately answers, popping around to be in front of you, but keeping her eyes downcast as usual.\n\n"What if I've decided I'm tired of one of my harem slaves?"\n\n"Then I will see to their disposal however you wish, Lord and Master, of course."\n\n"Any suggestions on methods of disposal?"\n\n"Forgive this lowly and worthless pair of tits for daring to offer suggestions to one who is as a god before her, but since you asked, Lord and Master, there are of course many ways. You could gift the slave to the low-caste soldiers, which would no doubt be a great boon to morale... being allowed to stick their cocks in a Lord's leavings would be a great honor. Or you could put them through Repurposing again, complete with a new program added to their behavioral web... though this lowly slave would suggest only altering them into an Arena Slave in such a case, the other types don't always work well as a second Repurposing for some reason. If Lord and Master is feeling peckish, the harem slave could of course be sent to your private chefs to be turned into a delicious meal. Or if none of these appeals, you could of course simply put them down the garbage chute, where they will be sent into the dump bins to await being turned into MUS."\n\n"MUS?"\n\n"Multi-Use Slime. Essentially a thick, viscous fluid that has a wide number of uses... cleaning toilets, feeding to slaves, low-cost sexual lubricant, that sort of thing. In any event, Lord and Master, please feel free to end this worthless Baru's pointless and useless life for pointing out the obvious, but once you have disposed of a harem slave by any method you will not be able to reclaim them."\n\n"Even if I just give them to the low-castes?"\n\n"Of course, Lord and Master, for you to even touch a slave that had been used by as close as the Trikeron race has to garbage would be a scandal most dire, it would be unthinkable. A slave sent to service the low-castes should be considered beyond dead. Speaking of death-"\n\n"No."\n\n"Tch."\n\nAnyway, sounds like you've got options for getting rid of any slaves you're bored of, although none for getting one back if you change your mind. You suppose you could also come up with some different options suited to each individual.<<set $haremdelete to "true">><<else>>Hm. You're bored of one of your slaves... specifically:<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n<<if $shampoo_harem is "true">>[[Shampoo.|TriHaremDeleteShampoo]]<br><<endif>>\n\n[[Eh, you've changed your mind, do something else.|TriSelect2]]

You raise your hands even with your shoulders in a shrug, smiling enigmatically. "It is a mystery~!" Then you duck your head and bite down on her knuckles. \n\n"GYAH!" She immediately lets you go and hops back, more out of shock than pain you're pretty sure, Freia scrambling a bit off to the side to get out of the way. "You have a real sickness, you know! Just going around biting people and-!" She apparently notices when her ears appear, puffing out of the hair at the top of her head, this time followed almost instantly by her tail. Freia, behind her, actually covers her mouth with both hands, face going red and eyes obviously fixed on glasses girl's exposed rear due to the back of her skirt being raised.\n\nAnd then the front of her skirt raises.\n\n"Well that's new," you comment in amusement at the sight of the very large tent in the brown-haired girl's skirt. She looks down, her eyes widening behind her glasses as she stares at it, before reaching down and tugging the skirt... it's not even "up" at this point so much as "back" along the nearly horizontal pole it's draped over. She reveals about what might have been expected... a long, and actually quite thick, cock. Nothing feline about it, just a big fat dick with a pair of balls swinging free at the base of it due to her complete lack of panties.\n\n"W-what have you done to Ednya?! Oh that is really annyoying," Freia huffs, briefly distracted by her new verbal tic, before pointing dramatically at you and Ed(na, you're guessing) again. "You've not only turned her into a perverted catgirl, you've turned her into an <i>extra</i> perverted catgirl-nya!"\n\n"... Yes," Edna says slowly, gradually raising her head, face blank, even as her new cat ears give an apparently deliberate twitch. "I am now, apparently, an extra perverted catgirl. With a pornographic penis."\n\n"Er, Ednya?" Freia says, blinking. Then the other girl turns slowly to her, and the blonde visibly blanches and leans back a bit. Heck, you could see that eye-flash from here, you don't particularly blame her. "Um, Ednya, c-control yourself..."\n\n"I'm sorry, Freia, as you'll recall, catgirls are shameless creatures and infamous sluts," Edna intones solemnly, raising her hands with fingers curled, giving them a slight 'c'mere' wiggle. "Self control is out of the question."\n\n"Nyeep!" Freia squeals, turning and trying to run without much thought for where she's going, since she's headed right into the 'U' formed by the tables. Edna almost literally pounces her from behind, knocking her forward against one of the tables. One hand forces the blonde forward over the table with an even louder "NYEEP!", her thrashing tail showing off her very nice ass and the white lace thong she's wearing to both you and her assailant.\n\n"My my, Freia, these really aren't in line with your ideal dress code at all, they'll have to go," Edna declares solemnly as she grabs the little white panties with her free hand and gives a good, hard yank, ripping them to shreds.\n\n"N-nyaaaaa! Y-you're one to talk, not wearing any-nya!" Freia blurts back even as she squirms and bucks in her attempts to free herself, apparently even now unable to yield an inch as far as her moral superiority goes. She looks over her shoulder, spluttering out, "Y-you weren't wearing any at nyall! And you wound up with nothing to hold in that big lewd cOOOOOCKNYA!" Her eyes go wide as, without any hesitation, Edna stuffs the entirety of that big, fat, lewd cock into the blonde pussy's pussy.\n\n'Good thing she's a slutty catgirl and was already wet from getting bent over a table,' you think smugly, your enhanced hearing picking up the wet squishing noises of arousal being forced out of Freia's thoroughly full pussy as Edna grabs her hips and begins pounding her for all she's worth. Amusingly, the bespectacled girl still has a solemn, serious expression on her face, even reaching up to use a finger to nudge up her glasses. Although at least when she speaks, her voice has taken on a breathy quality that shows she's definitely not unaffected.\n\n"Ahhhh... Freia, Freia's pussy feels so good around me," she murmurs, calm but still closing her eyes briefly and leaning her head back, apparently savoring the feeling of the other squirming catgirl's cunt around her pumping prick. Then she looks down at Freia again, eyes half-lidded as she squeezes one of the tall girl's asscheeks before giving it a smack, earning a loud 'NYA!' in response. "Ah, your naughty pussy squeezes around me when I spank your ass, Freia, you really are slutty after all."\n\n"I'm nyoooot, I'm nyooooot!" Freia protests, even though her tail is lashing around excitedly and there's little spurts of girlhoney every time Edna thrusts in, more of it dribbling down her thighs and over the other girl's balls. You edge around a bit to the side so that you can see her face, all flushed and lips parted (showing off her rather cute new little fangs) as she tries to look over her shoulder. "Ednyaaa, stoppiiiit, it's, it's lewwwd-nya!"\n\n"Ah, yes, it's very lewd, Freia, it's so lewd," Edna declares with breathless, yet even satisfaction. "Raping you feels just as lewd and good as I always imagined it would, this fat cock stretching out your naughty, slutty little cunt is what I've dreamed of, and now thanks to the shameless, slutty nature of catgirls, I'm going to breed you like the slutty stray cat you are."\n\n"W-wait, nyo, doNYEEEEK!" This last is as Edna shifts one of her hands from gripping Freia's hip to gripping the base of her tail, the blonde's eyes immediately rolling up and her tongue lolling out. "N-nyaaaa, nyaaaaa, cumming-nyaaaaa, I'm cumming-nyaaaaa, my hips are moving on their owwwwnya!" she wails, indeed shaking her ass towards Edna's thrusts in a particularly whorish pattern, her captive tail twitching back and forth.\n\nWell! This little anime-ish scenario of you being called into the student council seems to have gone Full Hentai. Not exactly what you expected, but you can't deny the sense of smug satisfaction it gives you. Now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Enjoy the show.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Join the fun.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Head home.|RunFF]]

All the frustration, all the upset, all the torment of the day melts away for just one glorious moment at the absolute shriek Freia gives as your teeth sink into the side of her hand. It's just a quick bite, a dart of your head and a press down and back, but it definitely looks like you broke skin from the brief flash of red as she yanks her hand back and cradles it with her other one, twisting away from you with wide, frightened eyes. The short-haired girl is staring with her mouth slightly agape, expression saying that she mostly hasn't acted because she's caught between wanting to rush to comfort Freia or rush to violently murder you.\n\n"Y-you, you, you, how dare you!" Freia splutters wrathfully, her eyes flashing as she (apparently not having learned her lesson) points at you, jabbing her finger repeatedly. "I <i>will</i> have you expelled now, you odious, awful, perverted, <i>violent</i> menace!" she continues to rage, your elation short-lived as your heart plummets. "This is assault! This is violation! This is treason, nya!" she declares vehemently as a pair of pretty white ears pop out from atop her head.\n\nIf possible, the other girl's jaw sags open even more. You don't blame her, yours is too. Both of you are staring at Freia... or rather, the top of her head... as she strikes a pose with her hands on her hips, glaring imperiously at you and apparently not noticing in the least as a long white tail fwips out from under her skirt and starts flicking back and forth (most likely displaying her panties just like you displayed yours).\n\n"Yes, I thought that might finally impress upon you the severity of this situation, nya! This school is like a nation, and as one of your elected officials, to assault me is treasonyous! I'll see you hanged-nya for this!" Apparently delighted at the thought, she throws back her head, the backs of her fingers over her mouth as she belts out a "NYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOHOHOHOHOHO!"\n\nThen she pauses, still in the pose. Her ears twitch, as does her tail. "... Nyo?" she says questioningly, blinking a few times at the ceiling. Then she looks down, spotting her tail as she flicks it around. "Nya?!" She reaches up atop her head, fingers shaking as they approach, and then touch, her ears. "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA?! What did you do to me, nya?!"\n\nGlasses-girl finally springs into action, actually leaping athletically over one of the tables (and in the process flashing her bare pussy at you) before zipping forward and grabbing the collar of your blouse, lifting you up onto tiptoe by it. "What have you done to Freia, you villain?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I, I don't know!"|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Chomp. ❤️|RunFF6x11]]

"Yes, Lord and Master, your list of Marked Targets," Baru says graciously, proffering a fancy-looking electronic tablet.<<if $marktargetvisited is "false">>... Actually where did she even get that from? Eh, nevermind. You accept it and look over the names on the list... yeah, these all seem to be Ranma characters. Presumably according to this scenario, you identified them all while posing as 'Eric Saotome' and marked them so that they'd be set aside unharmed (and unmolested) for your personal use.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $markedtargetvisited is "false">>[[Ranma|TriRoomRanmaStart]]\n\n[[Akane|TriRoomAkaneStart]]\n\n[[Nabiki|TriRoomNabikiStart]]\n\n[[Kasumi|TriRoomKasumiStart]]\n\n[[Shampoo|TriRoomShampooStart]]\n\n[[Ukyo|TriRoomUkyoStart]]\n\n[[Ryoga|TriRoomRyogaStart]]\n\n[[Tatewaki Kuno|TriRoomTateStart]]\n\n[[Kodachi Kuno|TriRoomKodachiStart]]\n\n[[Mousse|TriRoomMousseStart]]<<set $markedtargetvisited to "true">><<else>>\n<<if $Ranma_used is "false" and $Ranma_done is "false">>[[Ranma|TriRoomRanmaStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Akane_used is "false" and $Akane_done is "false">>[[Akane|TriRoomAkaneStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Nabiki_used is "false" and $Nabiki_done is "false">>[[Nabiki|TriRoomNabikiStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Kasumi_used is "false" and $Kasumi_done is "false">>[[Kasumi|TriRoomKasumiStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Shampoo_used is "false" and $Shampoo_done is "false">>[[Shampoo|TriRoomShampooStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Ukyo_used is "false" and $Ukyo_done is "false">>[[Ukyo|TriRoomUkyoStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Ryoga_used is "false" and $Ryoga_done is "false">>[[Ryoga|TriRoomRyogaStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Tatewaki_used is "false" and $Tatewaki_done is "false">>[[Tatewaki Kuno|TriRoomTateStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Kodachi_used is "false" and $Kodachi_done is "false">>[[Kodachi Kuno|TriRoomKodachiStart]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Mousse_used is "false" and $Mousse_done is "false">>[[Mousse|TriRoomMousseStart]]<<endif>>\n<<endif>>

Okay, who's left on your list of female characters to knock up...?\n\n<<if $slutranmaknockedup is not "true">>[[Ranma|RanDebSA1x5]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutakaneknockedup is not "true">>[[Akane|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutnabikiknockedup is not "true">>[[Nabiki|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutkasumiknockedup is not "true">>[[Kasumi|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutshampooknockedup is not "true">>[[Shampoo|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutukyoknockedup is not "true">>[[Ukyo|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutkodachiknockedup is not "true">>[[Kodachi|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutnodokaknockedup is not "true">>[[Nodoka|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>

You wander over to the still skirt-clad goth, who actually seems pretty chipper at the moment, red eyes gleaming brightly (you assume they're contacts) as you approach. The two of you get to talking, with Demona enthusing about what a good job you did and how happy he is that you showed up with your "unique talent", because he's been hoping for exactly this sort of change to the status quo for awhile now. You agree that you had a lot of fun tonight, even if it was weird, and how positive you feel about things.\n\nThe two of you continue chattering about plans for the band and the potential of writing more original and themed material, and at some point without really realizing it the two of you have migrated into the bedroom to sit together on the bed. Demona continues to seem quite enthusiastic, leaning in close and gesturing with his slender, black-nailed hands as the two of you discuss Honey Trap's future in glowing terms. It's a rather sudden realization that the talk has stopped and that instead he's kissing at the side of your neck, one of his hands rubbing your thigh lightly.\n\n"Uh... Da-" You start, only to squeak as he gives your earlobe a gentle nip. "... Demona? W-what are you doing?"\n\n"Mm, thought it was obvious," he murmurs, lowering his glossy black lips to your neck to kiss again before giving a little lick.\n\n"Uhhhhh..." You blink repeatedly, trying to clear the slight alcohol haze to figure out a proper reply.\n\n<hr>\n[["But I'm not gay!"|CC5x3]]\n\n[["But I like girls!"|CC]]\n\n[[But kiss him.|CC]]

"S-see, the thing is, I'm not gay," you stammer as his hand slides a bit further up on your leg.\n\nDemona giggles at that, raising his head to whisper in your ear. "Oh, that's okay, I am." Smiling at you, eyes somewhat glazed with a mixture of alcohol and lust, he slides down off of the bed and between your legs, fingers coming up to start undoing your fly. "You're not gay unless you're the one taking the cock, right? It's fine," he assures you with an airy tone, cooing as he pulls down the front of your underwear.\n\nYour teenage dick apparently doesn't have a particularly strong opposition either, since already the stimulation had started getting you hard, and Demona's little coo as he sees it and almost immediately leans in to give a little sucking kiss at the shaft has it immediately surging the rest of the way. Demona smiles dreamily up at you as he starts flicking his tongue against your prick, making it shift and move with the motions, alternating with those light sucks at the taut skin.\n\n"Don't worry, Eric, it's not like you're the first straight guy I ever sucked off." You're not sure if it's your own alcohol consumption or the breathier tone that Demona's using, but even his voice sounds softer and more feminine as he speaks between his oral stimulation of your member. "Mmm, actually I looove doing it, I think somehow straight dick tastes waaay better. More like forbidden fruit. And I'm good at it, right?" he adds with a giggle, flicking his tongue rapidly up and down near the base of your shaft, apparently taking your long, loud moan as confirmation since he giggles again.\n\nSoon he's sliding his pretty, black-painted lips down over the head of your prick, closing them and suckling lightly while looking up at you through those long lashes surrounded by dark black mascara and eyeshadow. Of course, with your lack of experience, it only really takes a few bobs of his head up and down before you're moaning and spilling your load into his mouth, gasping a bit every time you feel him swallow and the suction stimulates you. You sit there panting and gasping, barely cognizant of him tugging your pants and underwear down and the rest of the way off, before you notice him climbing up onto the bed and on all fours. Demona grins as he reaches back and lifts up his skirt to bare a very pale, very pert, very girly butt, with a smooth-shaven, slender, pale cock and balls beneath it.\n\n"You want to, right?" he coos. At your seeming hesitation, he giggles again, giving his ass a shake. "C'mon, remember? You're not gay unless you bottom~. It's okay to fuck a guy's ass as long as you're on top, right?"\n\nBetween your lust and the beer you decide that must be a very true thing, and without really thinking about it you're shedding your shirt and climbing up onto the bed behind him. You press your spit-lubed prick right to his entrance, then push forward, moaning loudly at how tight and smooth he is around you, spreading open as you sink in deeper and deeper. Before you know it you're gripping his skirt-clad hips and pumping away almost wildly, most of your brain consumed by the pleasure of it, with the part that's still aware trying not to overthink the feel of your balls slapping against his as you pound into him.\n\n"Mmmm fuck yes fuck my gay ass with that hard straight cock yes fuck me," Demona moans out loud, rocking back against you and shaking his hips whorishly, still using that breathy almost-girlish voice as you pound into him. "Your big straight prick feels so good in me oh fuck I love getting fucked by het guys you fuck so fucking hard oh fuck oh fuck yes!"\n\nYour brain becomes more and more of a jumbled mess of contradicting thoughts and feelings all shot through with the pleasure of that tight, slick ass squeezing around your prick. You find yourself grunting and moaning in an almost animal-like fashion, pounding your hips against the pert goth boybutt underneath you like a bull in rut.\n\n"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you're trying to breed me you're trying to breed me yes breed me breed me do your best to knock up my bitch boy ass yes yes yes!" Demona squeals out as you completely lose control, twisting his delicate fingers in the sheets as you drive him against the bed. He's obviously cumming from the way his ass keeps squeezing around your pumping prick, orgasming just from the hard assfucking you're giving him.\n\nYour first gush of cum does indeed pour deep into his ass, but something drives you to pull out, gasping and grunting as you stroke yourself, spilling the rest of your load all over that pale, girlish ass of his, Demona cooing and shaking his hips as you do, obviously enjoying the feeling of you "painting" him like he was a porn starlet.\n\nAfter that everything sort of gets fuzzy and indistinct. When you wake up, you're in bed, still naked, with an equally naked Demona cuddled up beside you. Of course with the hair and makeup he still gives off an air of crossdressing, even completely naked. Even his yawn is delicate as he wakes up, blinking a little, then grinning at you. "Oh! Hey! Morning!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Hey hi morning excuse me gotta go."|CC]]\n\n[["..." Shove him down and have him suck your morning wood.|CC]]

"Let me get out of these first, huh?" you answer, grinning sheepishly and plucking at your skirt. "The, uh... the panties are kind of riding up on me."\n\n"I got used to it pretty fast," Demona replies breezily, grinning at you. "But sure!"\n\nTrying not to read too much into that, after Joseph and Kendrick have both used the bedroom to change (you notice that Kendrick has abandoned his sort of neo-hippy style in favor of blacks and dark blues in a more "butch" style, maybe he's overcompensating?), you take your turn, shedding the outer trappings of 'Erica' and getting back to your mostly clean boy clothes, pulling your hair back into the closest to a masculine ponytail you can manage before emerging. You notice that Damien and Sonny seem to have no intention of immediately changing back from being 'Demona' and 'Sunny', since they both seem ready to go. Oh well, who are you to judge?\n\nIt's easy to see why everyone would rather hang out at So-, er, Sunny's, as it's probably the nicest apartment in this little circle. It's not super lush or anything but everything in the building seems in working order and well-maintenanced and the apartment is clean, with the main room probably as large as Joseph's entire place. The fridge also has a decent selection of beer that people start hitting up, and no one seems interested in stopping you from taking one as well. You don't hit them hard, but even after the first one you start feeling pleasantly fuzzy and a little numb. Man, this craft stuff is really something!\n\nYou notice after awhile that everyone has sort of settled into place and doesn't seem to be actively chatting with the others. It's probably just a brief lull, but if you wanted to hang out with someone specifically, now's probably the time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang out with Demona.|CC5x2]]\n\n[[Hang out with Sunny.|CC6x1]]\n\n[[Hang out with Joseph.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Kendrick.|CC]]\n\n[[Have another beer. Or two.|CC]]\n\n[[Head out.|CC]]

"Well, y'know," you say, trying to play it casual and keep your eyes on the screen as you keep playing. "This game is sort of turning me on, and that makes it hard to concentrate. Maybe I could play better if you helped by, like... relieving the pressure. You know, with your mouth."\n\n"Oh my, well... if it would help you with your little game, dear," your new mother replies, though you catch just a hint of merriment and a flash of an impish grin as she says it.\n\nYou do your best to keep part of your attention on the screen, since that's sort of the whole excuse for this... besides, you have to admit, it is kind of extra hot to know that your super hot, literally super-powered new mother is going to blow you while you're playing a waifu fighter. So it's mostly out of the corner of your eye that you watch her pull off her sweater, revealing those huge tits of hers looking like they might be about to spill right out of her lacy black bra at any moment. She also drops her skirt, those heavy breasts wobbling a little as she bends forward to peel down her hose and panties at the same time, revealing a thick but trimmed and shaped dark auburn bush as she straightens back up. The bra is the last to hit the floor, baring thick, large dark pink nipples that are already stiff as she settles onto all fours and crawls over to you.\n\nYou lick your lips, forcing yourself to keep your attention mostly on the screen as you can feel Hazel undoing your pants, your now thoroughly stiff prick springing free as she tugs down the front of your underwear. "Oh my, you are quite the growing boy, dear," your mother coos as she wraps a hand around you and starts stroking, making you shift a bit in your seat. "Of course, you may get a liiiittle bit bigger. Being with a witch tends to bring out latent potential, after all!"\n\nYou're about to ask her what she means, when she leans forward and slides her mouth over the head of your cock, starting to suckle gently and swirl her tongue around it. A shiver runs through your whole body at the sensation, but you also find yourself falling into a bit of a trance as she begins bobbing her head. Letting most of your attention and focus rest on the game you're playing becomes more natural, only glancing down at your voluptuous mother in between matches and brief downtimes, taking in her full ass raised in the air and the lightly-padded nature of her whole beautiful body, not to mention the size and soft perfect shape of those tits hanging down. You can feel a hard, deep throbbing in your cock as she slides her mouth down over it all the way... it's like you're pressing just a little deeper inside and stretching her tight throat a little more with every beat of your heart.\n\nYour playing grows more frantic, but at the same time better and better. Your bikini-clad ninja warrior slashes other girls again and again, her sharp blades somehow only managing to slice away pieces of school uniform or leather bodysuit, cute Japanese voice actresses squealing and crying out for mercy as they're stripped. And through it all your mother continues to bob her head, dedicatedly slurping and gulping at your cock, tonguewashing every bit of it she can reach as it grows longer, thicker, and harder in her mouth, stretching out her lips as she sucks you off, cheeks pressing against the sides as they hollow out from her sucking.\n\nEventually you moan and thrust your hips forward, spilling your load down your lusty witch mother's throat as you hit the button to strike the final blow on the end boss, who yowls and falls into a highly suggestive position with her barely-covered ass in the air. You shudder as Hazel gulps again and again, swallowing with every twitch of your prick even as the CG girl wiggles and squirms, sniffling about how powerful you are and how thoroughly you've defeated and shamed her. Finally as the credits start to roll you slump back, panting, your mother sliding her mouth up and off your prick... which now looks at least twice the size it was when she started, still stiff and now coated with a thick layer of mingled saliva and jizz.\n\n<hr>\n[[Start a new game.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Start fucking Hazel.|RunFF]]

The spear's pretty cool-looking. Wrapped around the point where it's apparently meant to be gripped is some sort of leather... fake bear-hide, you'd guess from the claws dangling from it. The head is steel, but chipped and scored, as if it had been repurposed by an inexpert smith, but it still manages to look impressively sharp. The shaft is made of smoothed, dark wood, wrapped here and there with more leather strips. A few feathers also decorate it near the fur wrap. You stand on tiptoe a bit to try and touch the fur, then yelp as what feels like a static shock stings your fingers. Then you crumple to the ground bonelessly.\n\nYou slowly come to, finding the lighting dim and flickering... flames? Yes, there's a fire nearby, you can feel the warmth washing over you. Somehow you feel relaxed and languid... sort of like how you imagine a cat must feel most of the time. You're laying on something soft... fur? Yes, fur, you think as you run your fingers over it. Then you push yourself up a bit, feeling an unfamiliar weight on both your chest and against your thigh. You look down, blinking at the amazing sight before you.\n\nA pair of huge bare breasts is attached to your chest. You've never exactly been great at judging bra sizes, but you'd have to figure these are at least an E cup. The nipples are pierced with little ivory bars, what looks like some sort of carnivorous animal's teeth capping the sides of the bars to make tribalistic barbells. You keep looking down, past a chiseled stomach with abs better than most male athletes you've seen, and spot the figurative anaconda in your lap. The immense cock is fat and long despite being limp, you'd guess at least over a foot. You run your hands through your hair and find that part of your head is shaved, the rest of it hosting thick, black, straight hair.\n\nThat odd easygoing feeling permeating your thoughts allows you to keep it together as you examine the rest of your body. You're powerfully-muscled, your limbs still lean and shapely enough to be obviously feminine despite the obvious muscle. Your arms are marked with curving black tribal tattoos and what look like some ritual scars... and some of the regular kind, too, you can see on your belly and legs.\n\nYou seem to be in a large leather tent, laying on a bed of stacked furs. There's some crude but sturdy-looking furniture, and a firepit nearby where the light's coming from. What you guess are wine or waterskins dangle from some hooks, and there's a plate with mostly-stripped bones on the table.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Huh.|ShemaleBarbarian1]]

"We'll break into two teams of three and one team of two," you decide. "That way one person in each of the teams of three can always be on guard and the other two can concentrate on searching. That should lower the increased time at least a little, and that way we can have both security and mobility." While Vasquez looks a little sour still, Miunil seems pleased. "Alright, Vasquez, Xinin, you're with me. Edelfelt, Mikasa, Deunan, try to find the computer core or engineering or anywhere we can get a good systems access. Miunil, K'ch'k'l, make your way to where we estimated the bridge to be, see if you can do anything with that."\n\nThere's a chorus of "Aye, sir" as the others break off into their groups and move away, with the two you named stepping up. "Where will we be headed, Sir?" Vasquez asks, the fit, tan-skinned woman with her close-cropped hair and dark eyes all business now. \n\n"We're going to look around for anything 'interesting' that might have attracted the archaeology team, obviously," you reply, raising your weapon to a ready position. "Xinin, you're on overwatch."\n\n"Yes, sir," the blue-skinned alien replies. She's quite a picture... her hair's half black, half white, pulled up in a bun high on the back of her head that mostly shows black, her bangs falling around a pair of thick horns rising from her forehead. Her eyes are bright yellow, with a pair of white marks on her cheeks pointing at the bridge of her nose. Beneath the CHS she seems quite fit, though the skimpy nature of the garment shows off one or two scars... and, of course, the bulge beneath the black material, practically framed by the yellow armor at her crotch. A moment later she adds quietly, "Sir, your safety's on."\n\n"... Thank you, Lieutenant," you murmur, reaching out to tap the control with your thumb. "Alright, let's go. If you see anything that looks like it might have fascinated a nerd, call out."\n\nThe three of you head down the corridor, yourself and Vasquez scanning the walls and ceiling for any signs of markers, panels, or anything else that might have snagged someone's attention, while Xinin concentrates on watching and listening for movement, occasionally swinging around to check behind you. Several times you approach arches with closed double sliding doors, but they remain closed at your approach, and lack any visible panels or access points.\n\n"I really don't like this, sir," Vasquez hisses. You realize none of you has spoken above a whisper since you separated from the main group... it's almost impossible to even think of doing so. Somehow the silence on this ship is... loud. Pressing in around you, making you feel like it would muffle your words or choke you if you did speak normally. "This place doesn't <i>feel</i> right. How did they even open these doors?"\n\n"Maybe they're extremely reliant on biometric scanners and they're not working, either because the power's down or because we don't match their physiology," you answer, trying to keep your voice even... but whispering it lends a softly desperate tone to your words, and you decide to shut up.\n\nYou pass several more closed doors, before Vasquez mutters "Finally" under her breath before rising back up to a more audible whisper. "Sir, that door there, it actually has an access panel."\n\n"Let's check it out," you say immediately, not bothering to hide your relief. The three of you move to the side of the door, Xinin falling into a guard position as you examine the panel. It's definitely lit up... there's a glowing green bar next to a fainter, barely illuminated red one, that seems an obvious way to open the door. Though you also notice that there's a faint outline on the panel below... it looks vaguely like a hand, though it has three fingers and a thumb, all of them longer and thinner then a standard humanoid one with points at the tips. There's also a hole next to the panel, and a glance inside shows that there's a handle grip for a circular turn, much like some of the ones on various pieces of the Venture. "Actually got some writing here," you note, looking at the markings above the hole.\n\n"I... think that says 'Emergency Release'. Maybe," Xinin says after a glance.\n\nYou blink. "You can read it?"\n\n"It's more of an educated guess, sir. It looks vaguely like Old Devonian, a dead language from my planet, but the basis for a lot of the modern ones. Between that and the positioning..."\n\nYou nod. Seems like solid logic to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Press the green button.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Try the handprint.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Try the emergency release.|TrekF]]

You decide that you'll take a look at the alien ship. The team did seem very interested in it... these archaeologists specialized in relic spaceships and whatnot, it's entirely possible they got so focused on the ship that they've all just wandered into some communications blackout spot on it and forgotten to check in. (Hey, optimism never hurts. Much.) Since this is your first time on this type of mission, you bring up the protocol for it. Turns out there's a pretty specific one, too, so you're glad you looked it up. A team investigating an unknown "space hulk" when communications with other explorers have gone dark is to do so while armed with Combat Phaser Rifles and wearing the CHS-133769. Turns out that means 'Combat Hazard Suit'... gear designed for potentially unsafe environments that might also involve combat, and is thus designed for "maximizing maneuverability on the field balanced with protection". You're not surprised that it's sort of skimpy, considering the somewhat bent setting you're in, but rules are rules and with a sigh you stand and head down to the nearest armory to suit up.\n\nYou quickly locate the locker with the CHS suits and take one out, eyeing it balefully for a moment before stripping down and putting your uniform and boots into another locker and keying in your security code. The first thing is to step into the one-piece main body of the garment, hauling it up your legs and into place, mmfing a little at the feel of the stretchy, somewhat latex-like material seemingly adhering to your skin. The front of the crotch and around the hips has some solid white 'armor', though it stops just above your sex, leaving the material to display a rather prominent cameltoe should anyone look, and similarly outlining your ass completely since the loops of the armor only go straight across in back. You bring the collar of it up and fasten it around your neck, and the rest of the garment quickly seals itself to you, hugging against your breasts... but leaving the sides of them showing, as well as most of your back. Shaking your head at the idea that this is supposed to be combat armor, you pull on the shoulder-height glossy gloves and the mid-thigh glossy black boots before applying the rest of the armor sections, covering most of your right arm and your legs just below the start of the underlayer boots. You also attach the accompanying signal boosters to either side of your head, where they hug atop your hair and cup around the back of your ears. On tapping your security code into the watch at your wrist, the armor sections turn from white to red, and the white line going across your chest becomes outlined in red lines top and bottom as well. Taking a brief look in a nearby mirror, you shake your head one more time before opening a weapons cabinet and hauling out an updated combat phaser rifle.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/g3HViqr.jpg>\n\nThough the rest of the prescribed garb seems silly, at least the weapon seems firm and real enough in your hands. Making sure that the safety's on, you head to the transporter room where you're due to meet up with the other seven members of the team. Upon arriving you notice that the team is mostly female, with just a few guys (and at least one person of mixed sex, considering the bulge at the front of her CHS. Man, how come the guy versions have shorts, at least? ... Well, all of them are showing bulge too, so you guess it's not much better.) Most of them are wearing yellow armor, though there's one with red like you. At a glance you're fairly certain you know most of them from reviewing the security personnel files, so you step up onto the platform and wait for them to join you before nodding at the transporter tech. "Energize."\n\nThe transporter room fuzzes around the edges and glows white, and then you find yourself in an exceptionally dim corridor. The floor, walls, and ceiling are all a dull, flat brass color, at least once the lights built into the signal boosters turn on and shine a beam wherever you're looking. The walls bear angular black accents, but no sign of markings that might be language or indicators. At least you don't immediately see any bright red splatters or gore, you think to yourself in relief. \n\n"Reading some strange foreign bodies in the air," one of the crewmen in yellow says, looking down at the scanning device in his hand. "But the ionization screens seem to be filtering it out just fine."\n\n"No life signs. No power signs either," Vasquez notes, her lips pursing a little. "Except I can see that the lights are on at least a little. Chemical illumination maybe...?"\n\nYou nod slowly, do another glance around, then shift your rifle a bit in your grip. "Alright, everyone, let's split up and start looking for those scientists," you say, since that was also part of the procedure you read. It didn't seem that great of an idea to you, but-"\n\n"Commander."\n\nYou're a little shocked to be interrupted, and look over. The speaker is the other person in red, the white line on her uniform only having a line of color on the underside... so a Lieutenant Commander, one rank under you. She has grey hair despite her apparent youth, and red eyes. "Lieutenant Commander... Miunil, right?" you hazard, wracking your brain for the name to go with her face. "You came on board a few days ago at the starbase. Aren't you assigned to the helm rotation?"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/hEWyR50.png>\n\n"Yes, sir," she answers. "But I only recently transferred to Tactical from Security. When I was at the Academy I actually took the space hulk specialization course, which is why Mr. Wolf assigned me to this mission."\n\n"And you have a problem with the protocol...?" you ask with a frown. You've been doing your best to keep your head down and not make waves by following the book as closely as possible, you're not sure you like the idea of anyone upsetting that. \n\n"Sir, the official space hulk protocols are a barely-tweaked version of any standard security sweep mission statement. The specialists at the Academy have been trying to get them updated for years but you know how bureaucracy is." Apparently realizing she may have overstepped herself with that comment, she colors a little and clears her throat. "But, sir, in the space hulk courses, it was standard for us to divide into teams of no smaller than two, so someone always has someone else to watch their back. I suggest we do so."\n\n"We were supposed to sweep this place and report in within three hours," Vasquez says a little sourly, adding her own slightly belated "Sir" to Miunil. "Moving in teams of two with keeping track of a partner at all times could turn that into eight hours or more."\n\n"I understand that, but space hulks can be really hazardous, especially if it's a race we're not familiar with." Miunil looks at you expectantly, the rest doing so a moment later.\n\n<hr>\n[[Split up completely.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Four teams of two.|TrekF8x1]]\n\n[[Two teams of three, one team of two.|TrekF7x2]]

Amanda continues to fuck the guards throughout the rest of the trip, usually not even bothering to hide it, the whole caravan occasionally stopping so that they can run a train on her right there in the middle of the road. Practically anyone that the caravan passes on the road, Amanda slips away so she can have them work her over. You of course have to follow her along to make sure she's safe, watching as she gets on all fours and howls like a bitch in heat for a filthy, elderly charcoal burner to plow her ass. These delays mean it takes a month and a half to get there instead of two weeks, but no one but you is complaining. In fact, you don't even really complain... you watch when Amanda tells you to watch, jerk off when she tells you to jerk off, and cum when she laughs at you.\n\nWhen you finally reach Valisgrad, the guards don't bother to be discrete... in fact you're fairly certain Amanda may have told them to let all their friends know. She also cheerfully informs you that she's two weeks late and has absolutely no idea who the father is. Her reputation is completely ruined within days of her return, because if the stories the guards told didn't do it, the fact that she'll step into an alley and bend over for any man who gives her so much as a smile did. You wind up with the blame, and it's hard to protest since you blame yourself. Amanda's parents don't want you in their house, but she throws a tantrum until they allow you to move into a small shed on the property. You strongly suspect that it's because she's grown to love tormenting you as much as she still holds any real love for you.\n\nShe's constantly getting knocked up, and leaving her parents to take care of the children while she runs around and fucks some more. She occasionally visits you, belly swollen and breasts heavy and spurting milk, and teases and urges you on until she can ride your cock. The entire time she tells you about all the other people she's fucked, how much better they are than you, and how pathetic and weak you are for not being able to satisfy her. And every time she laughs at you as you paint her loose, overused pussy with your cum.\n\nYou live a sad and lonely life, and by the time Amanda's too old to get anyone to fuck her and too old to care, she hasn't visited you in years. You're fairly certain she's forgotten about you, and you live and die that way, in a little shed out away from the house.\n\n<b>Shemale Barbarian</b> end - <i>Amanda, the cheating bitch</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[... Ouch. Let me go back and rethink this whole "no sex" thing.|ShemaleBarbarian3x23]]\n\n[[I knew I should have raped that whore at the start. Let me do that!|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[Eh, let's go back to the very start and try something else.|CharGenMain]]

"It's possible Sierra got off a message for help to the Meridian before we went down," you say slowly. "I think the best idea is to just stay here and hope that they come and get us."\n\n"But what about the people who were chasing us?" Two asks worriedly, nibbling her lower lip. "Won't that make it easier for them to find us too?"\n\n"Maybe, but I've got a feeling that forest survival skills aren't really in my wheelhouse," you say with a sigh, sinking into one of the chairs, and squirming a little at the unfamiliar sensation of the material rubbing against your bare pussy. "Plus I'm in a body I'm unfamiliar with so I'm not even sure which skills I <i>have</i>, mine or Jeanne's. Plus if I'm guessing right, Sierra could be offline for <i>years</i>, and if we head off into the wilds we might lose track of her completely and not be able to find her again. I think we'll just have to take the risk."\n\nThe girls exchange a glance, Two looking worried and Three resigned, but both nod and look back to you. "You're probably right," Three acknowledges. "If they find us after we ran out in the forest we'd probably just get caught dirty and tired."\n\nA little more pessimistic than you were hoping for, but not a lot you can really do about that. The three of you rifle through Sierra's compartments, turning up a fair number of emergency rations that should be sufficient to tide you over for several weeks at least.\n\nOf course, it turns out not to take that long. The three of you are still dozing in the chairs in the early morning when there's a sound from outside. You and the two blue-haired girls get up and move to the ramp... and you wince, raising your hands at the sight of a pair of pistols pointed at you. You can't exactly say you're surprised... dismayed, disappointed, disconcerted, but not surprised.\n\nBoth the figures standing near the ship are armored, but you can't help but assess them both as being inferior to your currently molecularly disassembled and stored suit. One of them looks more like he's wearing some sort of light servo-assist armor that includes a solid, bronze-colored helmet with four optical sensors arranged like a quartet of small, slitted eyes, a segmented lower half indicating where it probably splits open around the jaw. Over the light armor he's wearing what just looks like a sturdy but stylish brown leather jacket with a hood, currently pulled up, and a fairly standard set of pants. The other is in what's obviously power armor, but it's made up mostly of smooth, gleaming black solid plates with something that looks a lot like black latex between them, the whole thing giving the wearer a slightly insectile look, or perhaps vaguely like some wraith out of a fantasy book considering the 'crown' of spikes the helmet sweeps up to. The general curvature of the armor is pretty sleek and lithe, though, giving it a sort of androgynous appearance.\n\n"Where's Ceed?" the bronze-masked man asks, his voice coming out low and faintly electronic.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm Cypher."|Cypher14x1]]\n\n[["... He's dead."|Cypher7x2]]

"Wall Hole"? What the heck is a "Wall Hole"? Man, sometimes RPG items just have the most unintuitive names. Mostly just wanting to know what the heck such an oddly-named item does, you tap it.\n\nTifa starts moving again, then gives a little yelp as something like a wooden shield pops into being around her waist. "What the-?!" she starts to cry, before she abruptly vanishes.\n\nYou blink. What the? Did she turn invisible or something? You walk over and wave a hand through the general area, but don't come into contact with anything. You're just about to open up the debug menu and start looking for some more info when you spy something on the wall you don't think was there before. At roughly waist height, there's a shield-shaped wooden plaque... with an ass sticking out of it. Blinking, you walk over to take a closer look. It's round, full, but with a lot of nice tone to it. It's angled just so that the thighs are pushed into the wood, with the pussy jutted out and easily accessible, same for the pucker of the asshole resting between the cheeks. A small band of metal above it reads simply 'Tifa Lockhart'.\n\nHuh! So that's what it is. An item that turns whoever it's equipped on into a... well, a wall-pussy, effectively. You glance around briefly, then shrug and fish out your cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against Tifa's ass. It's still warm and feels very much alive as you stroke your shaft back and forth across it, giving a few slaps against the surface. You wonder if she's still conscious and can feel what you're doing? Drawing back, you settle the tip of your prick against the opening of her pussy and push in, finding it slick, and tight... and gripping some around you. That would tend to make you think that yes, she can feel it, and is probably forced into a state of constant readiness to get fucked by the 'Wall Hole' item. Very nice!\n\nYou run your hands up and down over the plaque-mounted ass as you slowly push your prick the rest of the way into Tifa's pussy, stroking back and forth several times slowly. But finally eagerness gets the better of you and you lean your hands against the wall and start just fucking her, enjoying the sound of your hips slapping against Tifa's perfectly mounted and presented ass, feeling her pussy squeeze and flutter around you as the only reaction to your pumping. Eventually you give a moan and thrust forward, using Tifa's wall-pussy as your cumdump, grinding your hips against the disembodied ass as you spill your load.\n\nYou pull out and give yourself a few strokes, cum briefly dribbling down from Tifa's wall-mounted pussy before there's a little glimmer and it disappears. Huh, self-cleaning too. No sloppy seconds if multiple people want to make use of it. You jerk your head a bit to the side as the door starts to open... from the outline, you think it's Yuffie.\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip Yuffie with a Wall Hole too.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Equip Yuffie with a Thrust Shaft.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Lock her out.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Just play it off.|FF7X]]

"I'll go with you!" you blurt, hurriedly. "Without a fight or any resistance, as long as you meet my demands!"\n\n"You're hardly in a bargaining position, princess," Nyx says without moving their helmet.\n\n"All I ask is that you don't hurt any of us," you continue, then look directly at the bronze-masked man. "And that you take us back to the station, not this one."\n\n"... You heard her, Nyx," the other bounty hunter says. "The bounty head will go without a fight on a reasonable condition. You know the code."\n\n"<i>Do you think I give a f͍̣̤̲̖͎̯́u̵̗̹͙̝̪̲c͈̜̙k̶͍ ̟a̜̖̺̙̬͇b҉o̬̻̫̻͍ͅu̱t ͖̰͙̫͙t̷͈͇̫͕h͏̺e̠͘ ͚̯͙̜̰ͅ<b>c̛͉̞̬̱̜̙͞o̯d̷͕̣e̴̢̺͕̪͢</b></i>?" Nix hisses, that terrifying shriek in their voice growing more and more prominent as they speak. \n\n"I'm well aware of your reputation. You don't give a fuck about the code, your reputation, or even bringing in your bounty heads," the other hunter says evenly, a hand passing over his belt, then coming up holding a small rectangle that he flicks his thumb over, a green light appearing. "The only thing you give a fuck about, apparently, is that pretentious, overengineered monstrosity of a ship."\n\nNyx freezes in place... and a second later, their fingers move about two inches away from your thigh. "You're bluffing."\n\n"Now why would I bluff <i>you</i> of all people, Nyx?" he asks in an amused tone. "Especially when it's so much easier to figure out you might try to fuck me, and thus instruct one of my drones to fly over and attach a few bombs at structural weak points the minute we left our ships?"\n\nThe black-armored hunter straightens up fully and turns around to face him. Though their voice has settled back into its normal (still vaguely terrifying pitch) and even become flat, you're not sure if it's any less scary than before. "You're playing a dangerous game, Hanlon."\n\n"Which is why I always stack the deck. Now, you can either go back to your ship and the bombs will dissolve in the wormhole, and you can remote collect your percentage of the bounty with no more trouble on your part, or..." He tilts his head slightly. "I relax my fingers, and you walk home."\n\nNyx's head slowly turns, giving you the distinct impression they're looking over their shoulder at you, before shifting back to Hanlon... the whole time there's a sort of trilling, crackling noise subtly rumbling from them, sounding like a cross between a dying hard drive and a bad drive belt in a car. Then it stalks down the ramp and past Hanlon, snarl-cooing in passing, "We're not done."\n\n"We will be one day," Hanlon replies evenly, helmeted head turning a bit to watch Nyx go, before looking back at you. "Alright. Get down here."\n\n"Are we really...?" Two whispers.\n\n"For now it's the best option," you murmur back. "We can't risk being captured by... that. So we'll cooperate for now and try to find a way out of it as we go." You step gingerly down the ramp, the two blue-haired girls following after you as you come to stand in front of the masked bounty hunter.\n\nHe turns his head a bit again as there's a thunderous, high-pitched howl and the black ship you saw on the screen earlier seems to tear itself out of the forest balcony a bit away, and go shooting off into the sky and out of sight. He flicks his thumb over the thing he's holding to put out the green light, then tucks it back into his belt, before holding out a pair of collapsed restraint rings. "Cuff the Amis, wrists together behind their back, hands facing opposite directions. No funny business, yeah? I'd hate to ruin this nice little arrangement we've got going by pumping a heavy stun blast into you at this range, the bruises aren't good optics."\n\nMaking a face, you nevertheless do as he asks, before crossing your own hands behind your back and allowing him to cuff you. The three of you get marched a fairly short distance to his ship, where he helps you ease to sit on the floor, small cables shooting out of panels to attach to your cuffs and hold you in place. He doesn't say another word as he heads up to the front to take the pilot's seat, working in silence until the windows light up with the wormhole passage. Only then does he get up and come back again, four green optics sliding over each of you before coming to rest on Three. He takes a control off his belt and points it at her to thumb it, and you watch as her restraint pops open, letting her sit up fully. "That drawer there has some clothes in it. Get yourself and your friends dressed. No funny business, alright?"\n\nThree glances briefly at you, but then shrugs and nods. "Yeah, okay." She gets up and crosses to the drawer, pulling out a bright orange vest and drawstring pants and putting them on, as well as a pair of orange slippers. She grabs another pair of pants and slippers and moves to you, with your somewhat awkward 'help' of wriggling and lifting your legs and ass managing to get them on. She does much the same for getting a pair of pants on Two, looking briefly surprised as Two's restraints are undone as well so she can swap her torn and hanging open vest for an orange one. Then at Hanlon's instruction, Three redoes Two's restraints before returning to her spot, where he moves to rebind her wrists.\n\n"Personally I'd prefer to take you directly to Thassalon Prime and claim the bounty myself," Hanlon notes as he settles onto a bench across from where you're restrained, shrugging a bit. "Just your bounty, even without your brother, could be enough to get the <i>Razor</i> a complete overhaul plus buy me a lifetime subscription to wormhole map updates. But, my contract with Orkin takes priority, and it says that whoever we find on this mission, we bring back to him, and just accept a cut of the profits. And don't try to talk your way out of this," he adds as you open your mouth, making you close it again. "Like I told Nyx, I have a reputation for clean, straightforward work. I've never taken a bribe from a bounty head and I'm not going to start now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Settle into silence.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Try a different tactic.|Cypher7x4]]

"He died in the crash," you say, doing your best to emulate Jeanne's accent and finding it easier than expected. You wing an explanation off the top of your head, hoping the real Cypher's skills will lend it authenticity. "A plasma feedback discharged through some of the crash dampener emitters. He was disintegrated."\n\nYou see the two's helmets turn slightly towards each other, before refocusing on you, the bronze-masked man asking, "What about your brother?"\n\nYou twist your face in your best attempt at pain. "My brother too."\n\n"Well, well, I guess that means you're the consolation prize." This time it's the black-armored figure that speaks up, their own voice coming out electronically modulated to the point where it's hard to tell whether it's masculine or feminine, just that there's the faintest hint of a shriek to it that sends shudders down your spine... and the Amis too, to judge by their cringes when you glance at them. Your body goes tense as the black-armored figure mounts the ramp and approaches you, leaning in and running a hand along your bare inner thigh, the plates of the gauntlet cool and smooth and somehow slimey-feeling despite being dry as they very slowly move upwards, the pistol in their other hand unwaveringly pointed at your throat. "A princess and two pretty little droids, that could be a lot of fun."\n\n"Enough," the bronze-masked man says, making you twitch as the fingertips stop moving upward but press a bit harder against your skin. "The contract was to bring them back to Orkin as undamaged as possible."\n\n"Ohhhh, I don't intend to <i>damage</i> them," the black-armored person coos, leaning in closer, the featureless black mirror of their helmet reflecting the terror in your eyes as you do your best to keep your expression under control. "Not their bodies, anyway, but I bet Orkin won't care about their minds."\n\n"That's enough, Nyx." The other bounty hunter shifts his pistol's barrel slightly... and from the way that black helmet turns slightly, you're betting 'Nyx' is well aware it's now aimed squarely at him. "I have a reputation for clean deliveries. I'm not throwing that away and getting a Thassalonian bounty on my head because you couldn't resist 'playing' with the princess."\n\nBoth of the bounty hunters seem more focused on each other than you now, and there's definitely tension in the air. You've clearly got to do something or this is going to devolve into a firefight with you and the Amis in a very vulnerable position.\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender conditionally.|Cypher7x3]]\n\n[[Run for it.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Take a shot.|Cypher9x1]]

"Oh goddess what now?" he groans, turning his chair around to face you. Despite the helmet you can practically sense the exasperated look he's giving you.\n\n"Um, the queen... my mother..." You roll your shoulders a bit. "... She's very temperamental. You saw that she was offering that huge bonus for there not being a scratch on us, right? When she hears my brother's dead, she... well, she might not be happy."\n\nHanlon is very still for a long moment. When he speaks again, his electronically tinted voice is worryingly cold. "You just convinced me to tell a half-truth to my client on the idea that she'd pay me."\n\n"I mean, yes, she almost certainly will, but what if she also finds some excuse to punish you, like assessing fines on your ship or saying you disobeyed some bit of royal courtesy? I'm just saying, there's a way that you could get my bounty, and not risk that. Have another set of bounty hunters actually turn me in."\n\n"And why give them a cut?" he says with a sigh. "I'm betting you have a reason, don't you?"\n\n"Well... yes. Give us to the <i>Meridian</i> to turn us in."\n\n"Hn. Cypher's crew? Now why would I do that?"\n\n"... This Ami was Cypher's property," you say, glancing significantly at Two, who worries her lower lip and ducks her head. "I'd like to see her returned to them. They'll probably waive any transfer fees in return for having her back, or... or, if they don't, once I'm back on Thassalon Prime, I'll reimburse you for them. That's not a bribe, right?"\n\n"And you care so much about getting her back to them and going via the <i>Meridian</i>... why?"\n\nThat does give you pause, before you answer, "Cypher got disintegrated to save me, when the ship went down." Which, again, is sort of technically true, since Sierra did disintegrate you and your old body trying to save your life. "I owe him a debt of honor."\n\n"... Fine. Fine!" Hanlon half-shouts, throwing his hands in the air and turning back to the console. "Honestly at this point whatever shuts you up and gets you off my ship. Do you know where they are?"\n\nYou look at Two, who nervously rattles off the coordinates. Hanlon spends a moment looking up a wormhole, then glances over his shoulder. "And I'll thank you to keep your mouth shut the rest of this trip, in repayment for all this leniency." You guess that's a fair request, so you lean back during the transit through the wormhole, doing your best to give Two and Three comforting glances. Eventually the ship drops out of the wormhole again, this time the big half-moon of the <i>Meridian</i> ahead of it. The hunter in the pilot's seat once again opens a frequency. "<i>Meridian</i> this is <i>Razor</i>, come in please."\n\nAfter a few seconds, Doc Trace's voice answers him. "Go ahead, <i>Razor</i>, state your business."\n\n"Name's Hanlon, afraid I've got some bad news for you. Your friend Cypher is dead... disintegrated in a ship crash."\n\n"... I see," Doc Trace's voice says. "And did you have anything to do with that, Hanlon?"\n\nThe hunter is quiet for a moment, before nodding, apparently to himself as much as anything. "Yeah, I had a contract on him at the time, I was trying to force him out of a wormhole. Didn't mean to kill him. It was just business." He glances over his shoulder again before continuing. "I picked up his bounty head and his Ami. They're safe aboard my ship. I'd like to do a transfer contract for the bounty and return the Ami to you."\n\nThere's a rather long silence this time. But eventually the doctor's voice comes back on, sounding tired. "Very well. I've flagged a docking port ready. Please link up to it and come aboard, we'll arrange the transfer contract."\n\n"All according to the code," Hanlon agrees, apparently feeling the need to remind her before closing the frequency and piloting the ship further towards the <i>Meridian</i>. Soon you're stepping into the more familiar passageways, trying not to look too overjoyed at the sight of Doc Trace and Koro, especially since neither of them looks too happy, Trace's lips pressed into a thin, flat line and Koro almost pouting. "Jeanne Quatra, delivered without a scratch. Her brother shared your friend's fate, unfortunately. My condolences, by the way," he adds, somehow managing to sound both businesslike and sincere.\n\n"Thank you. I'd like to take a moment to look over all three of them to insure that they are, in fact, healthy. If you'd wait in this conference room here, we'll return to you in a few moments to discuss the transfer contract." At Hanlon's obvious hesitation, she snappishly adds, heat entering her voice, "I am well aware of the bounty hunter's code, <i>Blayze Hanlon</i>, you needn't act like I'll snatch them from you!"\n\n"... Heh. Thought you might not remember me, Eia," Hanlon replies with a low chuckle. "Apologies. Yeah, I'll wait in here," he says, turning and making his way through the sliding door.\n\n"That man," Doc Trace mutters, before sighing and stepping towards you, voice sad as she speaks. "Well, Princess Jeanne, if you don't mind accompanying me to the-"\n\n"Doc, it's <i>me</i>!" you interrupt, leaning towards her. "Cypher! <i>Eric</i>!"\n\nThat makes her eyes widen, Koro reeling back comically, before Two adds in, "It's true, Doctor, Sierra had to manifest Cypher in the princess's body to save him and try to protect us. Ah, and this is Three, one of my batchmates that Cypher also freed from the station."\n\n"Yo," Three says a bit flatly, raising one hand.\n\n"ALIVE!" Koro half-roars, leaping forward and wrapping his arms around you, hefting you up for a full bearhug. "Hahaha, that's an awesome one, Cypher, what a trick to pull off!"\n\n"Gah! Spine, spine, princesses still have spines!" you choke out, kicking your legs wildly.\n\n"I must say, you really must get out of this habit of hopping bodies," Doc Trace says with a snort as Koro sets you down and she steps forward, waving something at your binders to undo them, already having done so for Two and Three. "But this does seem to be within the capabilities we know Sierra has. How is she...?"\n\n"Crashed and shut down," you say with a frown. "I think we'll be able to retrieve her, if Hanlon will give us the planet's coordinates."\n\n"I imagine he will. He's not... a bad sort at all," Doc Trace admits with just a bit of a grimace, glancing at the door to the conference room. "Though obviously we can't turn you in for the bounty, which brings up a difficulty as to the transfer contract we're about to sign with him. What to do about that issue?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's bring him aboard.|Cypher7x6]]\n\n[[We'll make something up.|Cypher8x1]]

"... So you never go back on a bounty claim for someone else, right?" you ask slowly, staring up at him.\n\n"That's right," Hanlon answers just as slowly, the glowing optics of his helmet dimming in such a way as to suggest narrowed eyes.\n\n"But didn't you accept the bounty from Thassalon Prime before you accepted the one from Orkin?"\n\n"It's an open bounty, not a contract," he replies with a scoff, shaking his bronze-clad head. "No one 'accepts' it until they've already got the bounty head in their clutches."\n\n"Or, depending on how you look at it, <i>everyone</i> accepts it," you urge. "And wasn't your contract with Orkin for Cypher Ceed?"\n\n"... Yes, it was," he says, voice slow again, as if not entirely sure he's willing to continue this conversation.\n\nStill, you press on, hoping you've got enough of a hook in to convince him. "So really, that contract became null and void when he was disintegrated three days ago." Which isn't 100% a lie... Sierra did 'disintegrate' you, you're just not adding that she reintegrated part of you in Jeanne's body, or could conceivable reintegrate the rest of you if she was fixed. "Which means by the time you landed and found me, your contract with Orkin was already over, and you were back to accepting the open bounty for me."\n\n"..." Hanlon is silent for long moments, though his fingertips start drumming on his thigh. "So what's your angle here, princess?" he asks finally.\n\n"Simple. I don't want to go back to that awful station or that disgusting man who owns it, he might take out his frustrations at losing Cypher on me." You're encouraged when you see Hanlon shift marginally where he's sitting... apparently he doesn't entirely care for such an idea either. "Instead tell him about Cypher being disintegrated, and then you can turn me in yourself. That way you don't have to split my bounty with Orkin <i>or</i> Nyx."\n\n"... Heh. Okay, alright, princess, you found the magic word. Cheating that sadistic piece of shit out of a payday is enough incentive to accept that tortured logic." He gets up and moves back to the pilot's chair, settling in. A minute later the flashing tunnel disappears, replaced by a view of the station, and he taps a few controls. "This is the <i>Razor</i>. Put me through to Orkin, tell him Hanlon needs to talk to him."\n\n"Yes, sir, one moment please," comes the voice of one of the robot receptionists.\n\nA few seconds later Orkin's voice rumbles from the speakers. "Hanlon, what is it? Have you found Ceed?"\n\n"He's dead," Hanlon replies bluntly. "Disintegrated when his ship went down, plasma leaked into the crash dampeners."\n\n"Hnnnnnh... shame," Orkin mutters. "Find anything else at the site?"\n\nHanlon's hooded, helmeted head turns towards the three of you briefly before he answers, "Nothing relevant. Contract's null, Orkin, no charge."\n\n"Obviously," Orkin grunts, before there's a blip of the channel being cut.\n\n"Alright, girls, guess that means we're heading to Thassalon Prime," Hanlon says as he begins working the controls again.\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|Cypher]]\n\n[["Wait!"|Cypher7x5]]

"Holy crap they're huge!" you blurt.\n\n"Oh, come now, they're practically on the small side for our race."\n\nYou stare down at the large pair of perfect, gravity-defying breasts now jutting from your chest, before looking up in the mirror at the thick blonde hair now streaming down your shoulders, the changed facial features, the little beauty mark to one side of your chin just below your mouth. "Seriously? How have you not conquered the universe, Doc?"\n\n"It's on my to-do list," Eia says with a chuckle, walking over and tapping a pair of frameless glasses against the side of your forehead before handing them to you. "But if you mean how have Atreyan women not done so, well, not everyone in the galaxy is a breast sentient, my dear." She pauses, tapping her cheek as you slip the glasses on then move to get dressed. "A remarkable number, but not all. But you'd be surprised at how unremarkable we are when compared with some."\n\n"I probably would be," you grunt, impressed that the relatively less advanced armor can still somehow manage to adapt to fitting over your new chest. "How come you couldn't just make me a guy again?" you ask with a sigh.\n\n"Because sexual reassignment requires a level of deep nanosurgery that is more difficult to reverse properly, while your current appearance is merely outward and cosmetic, and can be undone as a trifle by virtually any competent surgeon in the galaxy. Thus, our story that the Princess Jeanne escaped our ship while we were stopped for supplies and to take on our newest crewmember, my daughter Io Trace."\n\n"And why does this deceit involve me being your daughter?" you can't help but ask, eyeing her.\n\n"It's easier to fake records if you build upon an authentic set, in this case mine, since you couldn't pass for a Kruscian without more extensive alterations and Hanlon is a bit too young to have an adult daughter. So, here we are, Io my dearest, most cherished child, you getting into the family business!"\n\n"Doc..."\n\n"'Mom'," she chirps teasingly, wagging a finger.\n\nYou roll your eyes. "'Mom', what about-" You yelp as she presses something to the side of your neck and presses a button, a little crackle of electricity making you jump. "Bloody hell, woman, just what do you think you're-!" Your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth at the accent that issued forth.\n\n"A bit of extra authenticity. Now, as for our next move, we'll retrieve Sierra, of course." Then she frowns. "Unfortunately, we don't know a lot about her construction. I doubt any ship repair facility would even know what to do with her, and it might conceivably be dangerous to let them try... she's the only sentient starship I've ever heard of, certainly, and if they went rooting around in her while she's offline-"\n\n"They might kill her," you murmur in a horrified tone.\n\nEia opens her mouth as if to argue, then simply purses her lips and nods, apparently agreeing with the sentiment if not the technicality of the description. "In the end it might be best to simply retrieve her, place her in her bay, and provide her with the power and materials we think she might need. It might considerably cut down on her repair time, but considering that from what you said she would have needed five years on that planet, I wouldn't bet on shortening it by much."\n\n"So years in this body," you muse, glancing down at yourself.\n\n"Yes. I suppose you could of course return to bounty hunting... though I suppose in that event you would not be risking just yourself, but Jeanne Quatra when you went out. In which case, you might find it more fitting to remain aboard the ship and essentially become my apprentice... Cypher already had a baseline amount of skills in many of my specialties, it would not be difficult to build upon that, you could absolutely be a valuable member of the crew without actively hunting bounties."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue bounty hunting.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Become your "mother's" apprentice.|Cypher]]

"I agree that he seems like a decent guy," you say after a moment's thought. "He protected us from another bounty hunter called Nyx..." You pause as Doc Trace's face pales and Koro's darkens like a thundercloud. "... That bad, huh?"\n\n"Nyx is a well-known sadist and monster. You must have angered someone very badly to have that one hired to go after you." The blonde rubs her face a bit, then sighs and nods. "Blayze would be a welcome addition to the crew, it's true, my personal issues with him aside. If you think you can get him to agree to it once you've told him everything."\n\n"I've got a pretty good record of convincing him so far."\n\nAnd so it is about forty-five minutes later you walk into the conference room, Hanlon drumming his fingers on the surface of the table. His helmeted head raises to face the door. "About time, was starting to wonder if-" He cuts off, obviously not having expected to see Jeanne Quatra walk in wearing black and grey light armor of the style favored by bounty hunters who haven't been able to afford a power suit yet. "The hell?" he asks as you walk in, followed by Three in a replica of her prior outfit, Three in tight shiny black and purple pants and a zip-up jacket, and Doc Trace and Koro, all of you settling on the opposite side of the table from him. "Why the hell is my bounty head dressed like a bounty hunter?"\n\n"Because it's time to tell you the whole story, Hanlon," you say.\n\nOverall, you think he takes it pretty well. "You <i>lying</i> sack of shit!" he snarls, pointing his finger at you once he's pulled his fist out of the dent he made in the table punching it.\n\n"Everything I told you was true," you answer philosophically, unable to help adopting a particular cadence of voice. "From a certain point of view."\n\n"Don't you Cheddar Monk me, you snot." While you're still trying to decipher that reference, he continues. "Even if I'm willing to buy that, where does it leave me on Jeanne Quatra's bounty?"\n\n"I've talked it over with Eia and Koro, and they've agreed, we'll count the bounty that you can't collect currently as your buy-in to ownership of the <i>Meridian</i>, if you agree. You'll share in the full benefits, including collectively-bought wormhole maps and facilities, as well as a small cut of every bounty whether you go on it or not, just like the rest of us."\n\n"..." Hanlon slowly settles back in his chair, resuming drumming his fingers. "That's still awfully expensive for a one-quarter buy-in," he grumbles eventually.\n\n"Which is why we agreed that you'll get two votes on any issue that requires it," you add calmly. "Not enough that you could override all of the rest of us, but enough that you'll be able to tip the vote for whoever you side with. It seemed the fairest system we could come up with."\n\nThump-thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump-thump. Eventually Hanlon's fingers still, and after an electronic sigh he reaches up, brushing back his hood and gripping the sides of his helmet, which hisses, the lower portion opening and the rest of it expanding outward slightly as he lifts it off of his head, revealing thick, tousled black hair, a short braid of it with several beads woven in dropping in front of one of his ears, revealing dark coppery skin and milk chocolate brown eyes. He rubs a gloved hand over his hair once he's set the helmet down, then nods. "Fine, fine. I accept."\n\n"Good. Then the first thing we'd like you to do is to go with Koro to the bridge to plot a course to the planet where you shot down Cypher, so we can recover Sierra," Eia asserts.\n\n"How are you gonna explain her, anyway?" Hanlon asks as he gets to his feet, tucking his helmet under one arm and thumbing at you with the other hand.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, I've a plan," Doc Trace says in a tone that makes you shudder just a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher7x7]]

"If we can take over a dojo and turn it into our base of operations, not only will we have a roof over our heads and most likely food to fill our bellies, we'll have a way to get income! As long as we don't teach any secret techniques, we should be fine," you assert, folding your arms under your chest.\n\nThe others exchange somewhat uncertain glances, but don't seem to hate the idea, at least. "It would probably draw more attention to us, but... if everyone else has abandoned this area, perhaps they can't protest when we take it over. Should we all go to challenge?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Everyone go.|Homura]]\n\n[[Go alone.|Homura2x2]]

"Fine! Then I'll wager the most valuable thing I have, that which is most precious to a kunoichi with no home and no school!" you declare, pointing dramatically. Then you reach down, sliding your skirt up your hips some. "My last pair of panties in the world!"\n\n"DONE!" a high voice shrieks. Though the quartet across from you had been showing various levels of shock, all of them (and you) jump in surprise at that, as a small black-clad figure drops from above and lands in front of you, raising tiny, wrinkled hands and wiggling its fingers suggestively. "Huhuhuhu, as sensei of both Soun Tendo and Genma Saotome, I invoke my right to accept a challenge on behalf of either the Tendo or Saotome schools of Anything-Goes Martial Arts!"\n\n"Master Happosai is correct, I am afraid, he can accept and fight on our behalf," Soun says in a tired tone.\n\n"What? This tiny old man?" you ask, blinking. You're well aware that age is no barrier for truly skilled martial artists, and he is wearing some sort of ninja outfit, but he's the size of a basketball! "Are you seriouUUUUSSSSSS?!" you shriek, twisting back as Happosai suddenly flares with a roiling aura of darkness, his eyes glowing red. 'This... this evil aura! It's on the level of a demon god! He must be one of the greatest masters in-'\n\n"Huhuhu, a girl's last pair of panties in the world, mine, all mine, huhuhu, I can smell them from here, hsssst, it's a fundoshi, isn't it? A fundoshi, right up in your ass, too, red, they're red I bet, you've been wearing them a good long while, your scent is all over them, huhuhu!"\n\nYou can feel your skin crawl in a mixture of fear and disgust. He's <i>some</i> sort of demon, alright! Despite your anger at his disgusting perversions directed towards you, you can't help but almost flinch from his obvious strength as well. Do you even have a chance of winning?! Would he take your panties off your corpse?!\n\n"Huhuhu, I can practically hear your thoughts, girl! I won't harm you... but I also recognize your style of ninja!" the tiny old man sneers. "So I'll properly strip your body in front of the onlookers, and give you a good squeezy-squeezy, and all of that to drain your power before I defeat you! Or... heheheh... if you're just too scared, you can admit defeat now and just peel those panties right off and hand them over! Heheheheheh!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|Homura]]\n\n[[Fight.|Homura]]

"No, I'll go by myself. We don't know the reason the other clans abandoned this place, it's possible that the dojos here are insanely strong or something," you're forced to admit. "So if I lose, I want you all to promise you'll let me lose with dignity and honor, and you won't come racing in to challenge again. Just move on and proceed with the plan of doing odd jobs."\n\nThe others protest for awhile, but eventually you get them to make the promise. Your confidence won't let you <i>really</i> admit you might lose, but you've spent too long in this life to think things just happen on accident or by coincidence. The other clans have avoided this area for a reason. You set off walking through the streets, the others trailing along and remaining hidden as you search out traditional signs... anyone with a more modern sign is obviously less likely to accept a ritual challenge.\n\n'Tendou Anything-Goes Martial Arts' you muse as you finally spot just the sort of sign you're looking for. Yeah, looks and sounds like just the sort of thing! What's more, there's a really nice two-story house attached to the dojo! And you can smell food cooking! It's perfect! Pausing to wipe the drool from your chin, you make your way to the dojo entrance, throwing open the door dramatically. "MASTER OF THE DOJO! I AM HERE TO CHALLENGE!"\n\nFrom somewhere, a cricket chirps. You blink, looking back and forth. ... It's empty, at this time of day? It looks meticulously clean and decently kept-up, but nothing. You stare blankly for a minute, until a pretty girl a bit older than you steps in, smiling at you with her eyes closed. "Oh my, are you here to issue someone a challenge?"\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer with a bob of the head, admittedly thrown off your game.\n\nThe pretty woman with the brown ponytail takes a clipboard and pen from a holder on the wall, then walks over to you to proffer them. "If you would, please fill out this form, and we'll make sure to answer your challenge appropriately and as timely as possible."\n\n"G-... got it," you murmur, accepting the items and looking at the paper on the clipboard. It's a form. There's a form for challenging? ... Maybe the ninja clans stay out of Nerima because they hate paperwork. "Uh, let's see, purpose of my visit... 'Vengeance for Wrongs Done Years Ago', 'I Have a Marriage Contract', 'Dojo Challenge', right, it's that one."\n\n"Skip down to question 2a then," the cheerful girl prompts, leaning forward to point at part of the form.\n\n"Oh, oh right, thanks." You continue on, filling out that you've come to challenge the dojo with the idea of taking it over, the name of your own school (you fill in "Rogue Gessen Evil Ninja" since, well), and check the box indicating that you're willing to fight the school's strongest student instead of its master. After you've filled in your name and dated it, you somewhat awkwardly hand the form back to the woman.\n\n"Thank you very much." She glances at it, then smiles and pats you on the head. "Please wait a moment, Homura-chan, I'll return with my father and the others." Then she turns and strides out again.\n\nYou're left sort of grinning goofily, until you shake the expression off your face. You don't let a whole lot of people call you 'Homura-chan', but she seems really nice. You should definitely let her stay when you've taken over! Especially if she's cooking what smells so good! Indeed a few minutes later a trio of people walk in... a man with long dark hair and a mustache, a portly man in glasses and wearing a scarf on his presumably bald head, both of them in different gis, and an annoyed-looking young man with a pigtail wearing Chinese silks.\n\n"So, you're the challenger, hm?" the mustached man says. "I am Soun Tendo, master of this dojo. And I tell you now... you may not challenge."\n\n"What?! You're refusing a formal dojo challenge after all this?!" you splutter.\n\n"Yes, for you see..." He solemnly raises a hand, gravely pointing at you. "... You did not fill out section 7c-i!"\n\nAs you're fighting not to crash to the floor in shock and annoyance, the ponytailed angel walks back in. "It's not your fault, Homura-chan, this one was photocopied poorly. We go through a lot of them," she adds gently. "That section is about what you're wagering in return."\n\n"Huh? I need to-"\n\n"This dojo has defended so many challenges that just a straightforward one for the sign or mastery of it is... well, it's just not feasible." Kasumi gestures to a stack of wood nearby that you suddenly realize are other dojo signs that almost reach the ceiling. You guess at that amount, you can't really argue. "So I'm afraid you have to wager something in return, if you want to challenge for mastery of the dojo."\n\n"Kasumi," Soun groans, apparently hoping she wouldn't help out with that bit and that you'd just go away.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wager your service.|Homura]]\n\n[[Wager your body.|Homura]]\n\n[[Wager your life.|Homura]]\n\n[[Wager your panties.|Homura2x3]]

The double-headed greataxe looks like it was made out of a much more elegant and refined weapon. It looks like the head at one time made an almost complete circle, but the top has been broken and chipped out to give it a more traditional axelike shape. The center of it is decorated with a fanged skull, and you can actually see where it's been made to look like someone carved out whatever was in the eyesockets with a knife (probably gemstones). The whole thing is scratched, pitted, and the edges chipped. You have to admire the dedication and skill of whoever made this prop... it takes talent to give something newly-created a look of history like that! You reach out to touch the rought wooden haft, and feel a faint and sudden sting before you suddenly collapse.\n\nYou come to in dim, greenish light, with the sounds of people moving around nearby. Guiltily, you sit up, an apology for touching the display on your lips, then stare. You're surrounded by monsters! Huge, muscular, green, practically naked monsters! They're all around seven and a half feet tall, with shoulders that football players would need pads to recreate, chiseled muscles, bodies covered in crude tattoos and scars. One or two have thick black hair, some of them have mohawks, and one is completely bald. Some of them are wearing boots and rough bits of armor, while others are wearing nothing but crude loincloths and wielding rough clubs.\n\nOne of them looks at you with sharp yellow eyes and gives a booming chuckle, and before you can begin pleading for your life, says, "Ya done with yer nap thar?" You look down at yourself and find that you're one of the very same monsters you've been staring at. Your skin is a dark olive green, and you look like you're covered in even more scars and tattoos than the rest. You notice the axe from the museum laying next to you and slowly take it in hand before standing. You're a half head taller than the others, and wearing a beaded loincloth made of black leather... from the bumps against your thighs you can tell that not only is it just a pair of flaps, but that you're truly massively endowed. You've got rough leather boots and wraps of furred leather around your forearms, but those seem to be your only clothing.\n\n"Knife-ear camp is jus' over that ways a bit," the one who spoke to you mutters, his deep voice canted low. He grins wolfishly, showing off sharp teeth and a pair of tusks jutting from his lower lip. He and the others begin stalking along quietly through the forest, and more out of numb curiosity than anything else, you follow along. Soon you're atop a hill, looking down. Below is a small camp, with tall, slender individuals moving about, their green clothing simple but elegant, their ears long and backswept, tapering to points. Before you can really take in what you're seeing, the orcs around you bellow "GIT TH' ELVES!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Elves? Man, fuck elves! I hate elves!|MaleOrc]]\n\n[[Hey, no way! They didn't do anything to us, this is wrong!|MaleOrc]]

There's no way in hell you're getting a spanking from some weirdo in a costume! You leap to your feet and bolt for the door. But Herschel is surprisingly fast, and you find his arm snaking around your middle and hauling you up over one of his shoulders. You kick and scream, pounding on his back and trying to wrench your body free!\n\n"Let me go! Let me the fuck go!"\n\n"So, gonna have a tantrum like a li'l baby, huh?!" Herschel growls as he carries you out of Harry's room and down the hallway. "Well alrighty then! If yer gonna act like a li'l baby, I'll treat ya like one!"\n\nYour struggles are totally futile as he marches down the hallway, tossing open one of the other doors and striding in. You see that it looks like some sort of... changing room?! Only everything's been sized up. It seems he was serious about what he said. You start struggling anew as he tosses you onto the changing table on your back. You immediately start to jump up, only for him to jam an oversized blue pacifier in your mouth. Your body goes limp as if you were paralyzed, and you slump back onto the table. The only motion you can make is apparently one you're compelled to make, sucking on the pacifier with little popping noises.\n\nHerschel undoes the front of your pants and tugs them and your underwear down and off, your limp cock flopping free as you're stripped bottomless on the table. Picking up a big white disposable diaper, he lifts your legs up and slips the back of it under your ass. He lowers you back down and spreads your legs with the ease of a practiced parent. He folds the diaper up, the absorbent inside pressing against your teenage dick as he fastens it with velcro at the sides.\n\nOnce the diaper's on, Herschel starts shimmying your jeans back onto you. You lay there powerless as every move your body makes causes a crinkle of the diaper, especially as he gets the jeans over it and fastens them. He slips your shoes back onto you as well, even tying them for you (which seems like it'd be a feat, with those big bulky toon gloves), then picks you up and puts you over his shoulder again, carrying you a few doors down and pushing open the door. This one's a fairly normal-seeming room, albeit with childish "play city" carpet and low tables and chairs. Herschel sets you down in the corner and straightens up. "This's th' Time Out room. I'm gonna give ya a little while ta think 'bout what ya've done." With that, he turns and marches back out, closing the door behind him.\n\n<hr> \n[[Feels like you can move now.|HaroldHorse17x2]]

You scramble to your feet, scowling angrily at the door and making an obscene gesture. You reach up to yank the pacifier out, but your hand freezes when your fingers start to pull on the ring. The same thing happens when you try to take off your pants so you can rid yourself of the crinkling, bulky diaper... your hands just refuse to move when you start to undo the button. The damn thing must be some sort of magic!\n\nPissed off, you storm around the room, overturning the table and tossing one of the chairs at the wall. But everything here seems designed to stand up to temper tantrums, and nothing other than some loud clattering noises results. You stomp around for awhile, working up both a head of steam and of humiliation, since every time you stomp you can hear your punishment diaper crinkle.\n\nFinally you just tire yourself out, and with a sigh around the pacifier you right the table and put the chairs back, sinking into one with the noise of plastic in your ears. You're so damn embarrassed... and the sad thing is that besides being embarrassed, you're sort of turned on, too. Your cock presses half hard against the inside of the diaper, and you sigh and lean back against the low-backed chair as you wonder what sort of pervert <i>you</i> are.\n\nYou're not sure how long you're in time out, but it feels like forever, just like when you really were a kid. But eventually you hear footsteps approaching, and stand up to move over towards the door. It opens, and Herschel stands in the doorway, fists resting on his hips. \n\n"Well? What've ya got to say for yerself?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good boy.|HaroldHorse17x3]]\n\n[[Be a brat!|HaroldHorse18x1]]

You bow your head in contrition, looking and feeling ashamed of yourself. With a quiet hmph, Herschel reaches over and tugs the pacifier out of your mouth with quiet pop.\n\n"I'm sorry," you murmur, kicking your feet. "What I did was wrong. Both things, I mean. ... I won't do it again."\n\n"Well. Alright then." Herschel huffs, then puts a hand on your head and guides you along. "I think ya need ta still spend a little while learnin' yer lesson, but I believe yer sorry. So ya can have a sleepover with Harold, an' maybe we'll see about more tomorrow. Fer now, it's bathtime!"\n\nHerschel leads you to another door in the hallway and opens it. This bathroom seems pretty normal, but, well, it's bigger than usual. You guess that's because the mascots are a little bigger due to their suits. Or whatever they are. Harry is already in the bath, completely naked... well, completely stripped of his outer clothes, anyway. He's still made of molded foam rubber, and you wonder how he's not getting waterlogged in there. But he seems perfectly fine, sitting back with his big pink horsedick sticking up out of the water.\n\nThe elder mascot takes it on himself to undress you, and you decide not to protest. He lets you toe out of your own shoes before he pulls your shirts up and off, then unfastens your jeans and slips them down, leaving you in just that noisy white diaper. But he undoes that at the sides as well and tosses it in a nearby trashcan, leaving you standing naked on the tile floor. With a "Hup!" he puts his hands on your sides and lifts you up, sliding you to sit down in the bathtub.\n\nYou look around... seems that the scene has been set to reinforce the fact that you're still being treated like a kid. There are toy boats and rubber ducks floating on the surface, and the shelf is stocked with baby-safe shampoo and soap. You shrug a little, well, it is what it is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play with the toys.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[["Play" with Harold.|HaroldHorse17x4]]

You find yourself staring at that big pink equine dick jutting up out of the water, and the molded brown balls below the surface. You glance over at where Herschel is hovering nearby, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by having two naked teenagers share a tub. Maybe... well, maybe it would be okay to...\n\nYou're not even sure <i>why</i> it's such a hot idea, but maybe it's because you spent the last however many hours feeling that weird smouldering mixture of humiliated and horny. But after a moment you scoot forward, shifting onto your knees in the water. You tentatively reach out, brushing your fingers against Harry's cock... the thing has to be eighteen inches if it's eight. Harry gives a quiet nicker, scooting a bit closer to you. That's all the encouragement you need at this point, and you lean down, starting to tongue the flared head wantonly as your hands pump over the rest of it. Harry moans and leans back in the tub, letting you do what you like with his big felt pecker.\n\nYou lavish your tongue all over the head of it, licking the undersides of the flare, before finally stuffing it in your mouth. You find it surprisingly easy to take in as you begin bobbing your head, always expecting to choke or gag, but never actually doing it, even as the flat head slides down your throat and is followed by inch after inch of pink shaft. You glance towards Herschel out of the corner of your eye and see that he's sitting on the toilet stroking his own, even more massive equine tool, apparently approving quite a bit of the sight of you blowing his son.\n\nMoaning eagerly around Harry's dick as you take more and more of it down your throat, you free up one hand from stroking his cock to reach down and stroke your own throbbing teen hardon below the water's surface. Your motions soon have a little wave action going on, the warm water splashing against your ass occasionally and helping drench your balls.\n\nEventually Harry gives a loud whinny and starts blowing his load in your mouth. You get the first few heavy blasts right down into your stomach before you pull back enough for him to completely fill your mouth with the third. Tastes like... coconut?! Well, you're fine with the taste of coconut, it's usually just the texture that bothers you. You shoot your own cum directly into the water, thick white globs spinning through the clear liquid.\n\nIf Herschel finished himself off while the two of you were, ahem, bathing, there's no evidence of it by the time you look up. Instead he chastises you both to use plenty of soap and shampoo and rinse well, and eventually you step out of the tub and get wrapped in a large fluffy towel. Herschel guides you back out into the hall, the scent of baby shampoo clinging to you.\n\nThe adult horse mascot stops at the door to the changing room, pushing it open, apparently intending to take you inside.\n\n<hr>\n[[Protest the diaper.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Accept the diaper.|HaroldHorse17x5]]

You proceed Herschel into the changing room without a fuss, standing by the changing table and waiting for him to remove the towel and lift you up to sit on the edge of it. You lay back of your own accord, and are a bit surprised when Herschel pops the pascifier into your mouth again. Apparently he just finds it easier that way, and you resign yourself to it as your body goes limp. He brings your legs together again and lifts them up into the air, tugging your rear to the edge of the table.\n\nBut this time, instead of immediately slipping a diaper under you, you feel the flared head of his cock press up against your virgin pucker. You don't even question the fact by now that it slides in painlessly and easily, making you moan around the pascifier and start sucking on it harder, running your tongue around the hard plastic nub, wishing it were another prick you could suck on. Herschel pushes his cock deep into your ass and begins fucking you with long, smooth strokes. The air-filled plastic mat of the changing table makes quiet squeaking noises every time he pushes you against it when stuffing his prick into you, sounding like a child's squeezy toy. The smell of baby powder fills your nose and your thoughts as your breathing quickens.\n\nThe magic of the pacifier apparently keeps your cock limp too, even though you feel completely ecstatic from the big artificial horsedick pumping into your ass. When Herschel finally gives a quiet snort and shoots off his thick, gooey load into you, a tremble runs through your body that's definitely an orgasm, completely from being fucked in the butt. You moan softly as Herschel pulls out, then cleans up both himself and your asshole with a succession of baby wipes. Thoroughly powdering both your slightly damp ass and your limp prick, Herschel finally lifts your ass up and slides the diaper under it, spreading your legs to display your well-fucked hole as he settles you back down onto it. You give him thankful, wanton eyes as he fastens it into place, then lifts you up off the changing table.\n\nThis time the paralysis goes away the moment you're off the table, and you're left to stand on your own two feet in nothing but the diaper, sucking a bit more on the pascifier in your mouth. (You're definitely developing an oral fixation.) Herschel produces a set of blue feety pajamas, complete with a flap over the butt, and does most of the work of getting you into it before leading you back to Harry's room. He lifts you into bed next to the already-pajamaed (albeit more befitting his apparent age) Harry, and pulls the covers over you both. He leans down and bumps the black mesh of his mouth against each of your foreheads, making a loud kissing smack, before announcing "G'night, boys!" and walking out, turning off the light after him.\n\nThe only light in the room is a racecar-shaped nightlight casting a green glow on one wall. You lay there on your side, still sucking your pascifier, aware of Harry shifting around behind you. Finally he rolls over, pressing up against your back, his voice a whisper in your ear.\n\n"Dude, like, I wanna fuck you'n'junk."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[No, you're tired.|HaroldHorse]]

Pulling out of her spasming, gaping pussy, you groan as you fire thick, black goop from the tip of your cock, spattering against the underside of her swaying pink udder, dripping down it and onto the floor with a thick, oozing consistency. The Senshi shudders, mewling as your hoses gradually taper off their suction, and she's lowered the floor, tits and udder pillowing against it and keeping her in an all-fours position even before her hands and knees lower.\n\nShe spends a few more moments panting and shuddering, trying to catch her breath, before she looks up at you. "What... what are you going to do to me? M-" The Senshi cuts herself off, already sweaty, flushed face turning bright red as she realizes she was about to add a 'moo' without being prompted.\n\n"Hm? I'm not going to do anything," you note as you finish retracting your tendrils into your backpod and reabsorbing your cock. "I'm leaving now, toodles!"\n\n"W-what?!" she squeaks, then lets out a breath. "I mean... f-fine! I'll... I'll get you later, you yokai! Once this wears off!"\n\nYou pause in sashaying towards the door, looking over your shoulder. "Who said anything about it wearing off?"\n\n"... What?" she squeaks again.\n\n"This isn't some common energy drain or mild curse, I actually altered your body at the cellular level. That's you now. You're going to have huge milky tits and a fat overproducing udder for the rest of your life. Oh, and that yokai-corrupted milk of yours can still only be milked out by someone other than yourself." You give a slight wave again as you step out the door. "Enjoy!"\n\n"Mmmmmmmmmmoooooooooo!" comes the howl from behind you. A beat later, "I mean, nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo!"\n\nLaughing, you flatten yourself out and slide under the elevator doors. Sometimes tormenting magical girls is more fun than utterly defeating them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi6xEnd]]

Stepping forward, you give her a light shove on the shoulder, sending her toppling backwards to sprawl on the bed. You take the strength out of her body, leaving her laying there unable to do much more than some very minor squirming as she gives frustrated growls of anger, her face becoming even more flushed. "Hmmm, interesting... as the bits of me spread out through your body, it's like I become more aware of all your cells," you muse as you watch Rei tremble and pant on the bed. "I think I could make some interesting changes."\n\nThe Senshi's eyes widen as her breasts wobble beneath her shirt, far more than would be accounted for by her own near-limp squirming. She stares in horror as they grow just a little larger with every breath she takes, shaking like jello molds as they expand.... but she also has to suppress a whimper, the crotch of her panties growing damp as the pleasurable heat of your influence suffuses her growing breasts. You have them stop once she's gained about a cup size, snickering to yourself. \n\n"Oh, those are as big as your friend the green one's now, hm? You should be thanking me, I bet you've always been jealous!"\n\n"Y-you can't just toy with my body like this!" she snaps back, though there's a quavery tone in her voice that says you hit the nail on the head with that one.\n\n"A ridiculous thing to say, considering that I'm doing just that." Snickering again, you look her over. Hm, now what sort of change to make...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Big milky tits.|HLSenshi6x2]]\n\n[[Fat throbbing cock.|HLSenshi12x1]]\n\n[[Why not both?|HLSenshi]]

Del and Jake show you around to the other employees of the Movie Magic area, making it clear your services are free to everyone, since you are after all Worldland property. You're kept in one of the backroom break areas, and spend your days bending over or getting on your knees for anyone who asks. News of you spreads around the park, and soon practically every male employee in the park comes by to try you out at least once. From the rattiest janitor to the fattest fry cook, they all come around to jam their unwashed cocks down your throat or stuff them up your ass, usually heaping verbal abuse and belittlement on you. If would be a humiliating existence, but you're no longer capable of feeling humiliation.\n\nYour owners often Digitize you again to tweak some aspect of your programming or body, or just make a few changes when everyone seems to be getting bored of you. The repeated correction of various little flaws that the computer makes when breaking you down and rematerializing you eventually locks your cells in a kind of stasis, rendering you effectively immortal. Immortality could be seen as a blessing, or an eternity of being used and abused as a sex toy a curse, but you have no opinion on the matter. You don't even really notice that the people around you are aging as you're not, because it's not relevant to your purpose.\n\nMany years and generations of employees later, Worldland is shuttered. Everyone assumes someone else is likely to claim you and take you home, and makes no move to do so themselves to avoid an argument... you're not really worth the drama, after all. And so the Movie Magic exhibit is locked and boarded, and you're left standing in the break room in the dark, feet together and arms at your side, staring into the blackness towards the wall.\n\nMaybe someday, many years later, someone will find you and once again put you into service having cock stuffed in your receptive holes. Not that you care.\n\n<b>Digitizer</b> end - <i>An abandoned doll</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's kind of dark. Take me back to the beginning of the Digitizer, let's see if I can do better.|DigitizerStart]]\n\n[[Let's just go back to character generation.|CharGenMain]]

"... become a dairy cow for me?" You run a fingertip along the curve of one of her huge, overfull tits, making her cry out even at the light indenting the pressure does on the now nearly taut surface. "Since you want to be milked like one, after all."\n\n"A-aaah! Yes! Yes, I'll be a dairy cow!" she squeals desperately. "Please! Make me a dairy cow, just milk me!"\n\n"Hm, alright then." You step back, the pod on your back opening up and extending several long rubber tendrils. You wraps them around the Senshi's arms and legs, lifting her into the air, using two smaller tendrils to finally peel the completely sodden panties off of her. The Senshi actually moans eagerly as you turn her over, leaving her spread-eagled in midair with her enormous milk-filled jugs hanging down below her. You start rubbing your rubber hands over their surface, feeling the tension of all that milk under the surface. "Quite a nice haul, very nice, so full of energy!"\n\n"Please," she whimpers. "Please, you said you'd milk me!"\n\n"Now now, ask for it correctly. Prove you want to be a cow!" you answer, giving one of those overfull tits a light spank and making her yowl.\n\nShe whimpers again, but then after a moment of trembling answers, "M-... mmmmooooooo... milk me, please, moooooo..."\n\n"Mm, very good. And I will in just a moment. But first, let me just make sure you're fit for the roll!"\n\n"Oh God, please! M-moooo!" the Senshi begs, then cries out as she can feel the heat in her body. You doubt it's from the latex you're sending running up her legs and arms, sheathing them tightly in hip-high boots and shoulder-high fingerless gloves, shifting the black into a white-with-black-splotches pattern, and altering the heels so that she'll be forced to walk on the balls of her feet, balancing on the thick black rubber hooves at the end of the boots. It's probably not even from the feel of two nubs of little black rubber horns pushing out from her scalp amidst that pretty black hair. It probably has more to do with a large part of her stomach turning pink and starting to push outward, bulging out and hanging down heavily, four little nubs sprouting low on it and starting to grow thicker and longer. \n\nYou watch her pussy continue to get wetter and hotter at the pleasure of being changed, arousal running down from her crotch to trickle over her growing udder. It too quickly begins to fill with milk as it grows, the pink sack quickly growing larger than one of her tits and just as taut. It shakes just like they do as she writhes and bucks in your grip, stiff teats pointed at angles towards the floor. You bring two tendrils up towards her face, the Senshi giving a little gasp as you pierce her nose with a black rubber ring, helping to complete the look.\n\nOnly once her udder has completed its growth do you finally extend more thick tendrils from your backpod, their tips gaping open like eager, hungry mouths. They slide over her teats and nipples and then clamp tight, the Senshi giving a whimper and a shudder of eagerness, and letting out another "Mmmmoooooo" as encouragement. You lower her down further in front of you, gripping her hips, positioning the long, thick black rubber cock you've grown. The same instant you start the suction on her milk-filled udders, you slam forward, stuffing the thick thing into her, the Senshi howling gleefully as she cums hard both from the feeling of being filled and the release of finally starting to be drained.\n\nYou start fucking her, good and hard, as your tentacles suck the milk out of her, the black rubber tubes of your tentacles swaying and juking as her huge tits and fat udder wobble beneath her. Her eyes have rolled up in her head, her tongue lolling out as she's overwhelmed by sensation. She's cumming every couple of thrusts, each orgasm making her pussy clench around your rubber prick and sending more milk gushing into your hoses. You can feel it, hot and smooth and full of energy, sliding into your body, your flat black rubber belly gradually swelling up as it fills faster than you can absorb it.\n\n"Mmmmoooooooooooo! Mmooooooooooo!" the Senshi squeals, probably not even realizing she's doing it at this point, her lips curled up in an idiotic smile as she tosses her head, tongue jutting out, the ring in her nose bobbing back and forth.\n\nSoon your belly is swelled up as if at least eight months pregnant, and you can tell you've drained off at least enough of her milk to keep her from aching. But it's obvious she's let down all her mental guards, and is on the cusp of falling anyway. Hm, how best to insure that fall?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her a cow mentally as well.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make her addicted to being milked and fucked.|HLSenshi7x1]]\n\n[[Turn her into a cow yokai.|HLSenshi8x1]]\n\n[[Just leave her as she is.|HLSenshi6x4]]

You internally feel a smile despite the obvious blankness of your face as you make your decision. You snap your fingers, and the Senshi gasps aloud as her breasts start swelling and growing again, starting to tighten the fabric of her shirt and drag it up her middle.\n\n"S-stop... stop," she pleads, arching her back and making her increasingly larger tits shake even more. She gives another cry and a jerk on the bed as they suddenly swell in size noticeably, rather than the slow, steady growth they had been giving. "AAA! Ah... they... they're so much hotter," she whines, her nipples having grown to almost half an inch in length beneath her shirt. "What... what did you do?!"\n\n"Oh, just stimulated your milk production. Well, overstimulated, I should say," you reply in a droll tone as she continues to writhe, her hands now clutching at the sheets and hips bucking some in the air, white panties almost clear where they're plastered against her pussy. "Got to make up for lost time, really get them pumping, y'know!"\n\nThe Senshi cries out again as her shirt finally tears at the collar and then splits down the front, her enlarged boobs spilling free, settling heavy and full atop her chest, shaking like overfilled waterballoons with every breath. She continues to buck and writhe her hips as much as she can, reflexively trying to fuck the air as her tits get bigger and bigger. "Stop, please," she whimpers. "Stop, they're too full, they're too full, please," she continues to whine as more and more milk fills her growing breasts.\n\nOnce they're at three times the size of her head, or thereabouts, you stop the growth, and remove her paralysis... but don't do a thing about the milk production. The Senshi immediately grabs at her now much more slowly expanding tits, whimpering and moaning as she sinks her fingers into them, runs her hands over them, and finally grabs at her long, thick nipples, yanking on them. "It won't come out!" she groans desperately, attempting to grip her tits lower down and squeeze upward, accomplishing nothing but making herself yowl in aching pleasure at shifting the milk around inside her. "It won't come out!" she repeats.\n\n"No, no it won't," you answer with a laugh. "Animals don't milk themselves, silly! You have to ask me to do it!"\n\n"N-no... no, never!" She shudders, but she can't rally herself to do anything but continue to grab at her tits, desperately squeezing at them and yanking on her nipples, doing everything she can to try and get the milk still slowly but steadily swelling them up out of her. Her whining and whimpering grows louder and more desperate as both the sore ache of need and the intense pleasure of being so full and still growing batters at her mind. It's almost ten minutes, and a steadily growing wet spot on the bed, before she whimpers loudly and whispers, "... milk me..."\n\n"Hm? What was that?" You make a show of cupping your hand where your ear would be, if you bothered to form them. "I didn't quite hear you."\n\n"M-milk me!" As if the words had allowed the slight crack in the dam to become a torrent, the Senshi blurts out, "Please, milk me! Milk my tits! Milk me! I'll do anything! Anything at all, please, just milk me!"\n\n"Oh? Anything at all, you say?" you repeat, leaning forward onto the bed beside her. "Does that mean you'd..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... become my cow?"|HLSenshi6x3]]\n\n[["... bear my children?"|HLSenshi]]\n\n[["... inflict the same fate on your friends?"|HLSenshi9x1]]

Having decided, you turn and head over to the corner of the room, grabbing the bucket. Ranma barely has time to blink in confusion before you're turning back and tossing the water all over him. Spluttering in outrage, Ranma leaps to her feet, shaking off some of the water as she yelps, "Whadja do that for?!"\n\nInstead of answering you move around behind the short redhead, reaching around below her arms and hefting her tits in both hands, squeezing them through the damp silk. Ranma gives another yelp, her face going red as she raises her hands to tug at your wrists, but it's like she can't quite bring herself to use enough force to actually pull you away. "H-hey, what the hell're you doin'?!" she demands, trying to sound angry despite the thread of a moan under the words.\n\n"Man, they're huge," you murmur more to yourself than her, feeling your fingers sink into the still-covered tits a little bit, her nipples stiffening through the thin layer of silk. You shift a bit to pinch them, hearing her gasp loudly.\n\n"C'mon, Eric, quit it," she whines. "I'm a guy, remember?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be slow and seductive.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Be direct and forceful.|RanTat4x1]]\n\n[[Be rough and mean.|RanTat3x2]]

"You're a collection of holes," you state blandly before raising your hands to give her a shove, sending her stumbling forward and falling onto all fours.\n\n"HEY!" Ranma cries, flushing angrily as she looks over her shoulder at you, only for her eyes to widen as you move in behind her and yank down her pants and boxers, baring her pussy and ass abruptly. She's still trying to say something in protest as you shove down the front of your pants to free your stiff prick, and without any further warning or buildup shove it into her ass, using the enhanced strength granted you by your new martial artist's body to slam it into her to the hilt. Ranma's eyes roll up in her head and her lips pull back from her gritted teeth, and you can feel a little spurt of her pussy as the combination of pain and pleasure makes her cum almost instantly, your tattoo forcing her to enjoy the rough treatment.\n\nYou grab her pigtail with one hand and haul back on it like a horse's reins as you begin pounding into her ass, slamming your cock into her abused hole as hard and fast as you can. Ranma grunts and gasps and occasionally cums as you rape her, her tits swaying and bobbling freely under the layer of red silk still covering them. "S-stop, I'm, I'm a gu-" she tries to protest, only to yelp as you smack her ass hard enough that a red handprint starts to form almost instantly.\n\n"You're a worthless slut that I'll use how I want," you snarl in reply, feeling her asshole squeeze around your prick as the abuse makes her cum again, the proud martial artist unable to do anything but whimper and whine as you pound her ass. Finally you give a grunt and shove forward, using her asshole as a place to dump your cum while the redhead writhes and moans in protest as she orgasms underneath you again. After a moment you pull out, leaving her ass gaping slightly from the rough fucking and dribbling cum down onto her pussy as you grab at her pants and underwear to yank them the rest of the way off. "And who the fuck told you that you're allowed to wear clothes, huh? Only people can wear clothes," you add as you grab her shirt and rip it off as well, finally setting those fat tits free.\n\n"I'm a-" Ranma tries to protest feebly, only for you to grab her hair as you settle back down in front of her and shove your cock down her throat instead. She trembles, staring pleadingly up at you as you start raping her face as roughly as you just raped her ass, but still unable to do anything but shake her round butt as you use her mouth. You're fairly certain from the moans and the way she eventually starts using her tongue that she cums several times from you pounding your prick down her throat as well, even as you grab her by the hair and shove her forward against your thrusts so that you can get balls-deep between her lips.\n\nOnce you've filled her throat with cum, leaving her gagging and swallowing hurriedly, you shove her around and fuck her ass again, Ranma not bothering to try and protest verbally now, just moaning and gasping with a faintly negative tone as you smack her ass and tits, telling her what a pathetic braindead fuck-animal she is. You go back and forth between her mouth and her ass, not even bothering to cum every time, just switching to the other when you get bored, though each hole does get several loads. You figure you've fucked her for almost two hours by the time you flop her onto her back, the redhead not even bothering to resist now, and indeed spreading her legs of her own accord as you slide between them and finally stuff your cock into her sodden cunt.\n\n"Look at these tits," you growl, grabbing both the fat orbs and kneading roughly, her moans entirely whorish now as you abuse her breasts. "Like anything would have tits like this if it wasn't meant to be used however a man wanted. You were always meant to be a fucking cumdump," you add, squeezing both her tits and making her arch her back as she cums around you, soaking your balls yet again and giving a whimpery moan.\n\nEventually you leave her laying sprawled limply on her front, legs spread and cum oozing heavily from both her lower holes, her body twitching in little aftershock orgasms. You take a few deep breaths as you eye your handiwork, lightly stroking your still mostly-hard and cum-slathered prick. Hm, now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her rest for awhile, you can enjoy the results more later.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Set her aside for later use then go find some more fun.|RanTat]]\n\n[[She's used up, get rid of her and move on.|RanTat]]

Ranma and Genma will need to be woken too, after all!\n\nYou give your father's balls a gentle squeeze, and as you knew it would that sets him off, his cock starting to twitch and spurt inside your throat. You quickly pull back, sucking hard all the way to clean even the gleam of spit off of his cock (you do love to leave things pristine, after all) and form a tight seal around the base of his cockhead, gulping hard until every last bit of cum has been swallowed. Then you spent a minute or so swirling and stroking with your tongue, making sure every drop has been cleaned up before popping it out of your mouth and giving a cheery, "Good morning, Father!"\n\n"Ah... good morning, Kasumi," Soun says a bit distantly as you tuck his softening cock away and do his pants back up, before rising to your feet and making your way upstairs.\n\nRanma is sprawled on his back and snoring, one hand scratching where his shirt has ridden up to bare his belly, and his father is laying curled on his side. Giggling a bit, you kneel between Ranma's slightly spread legs and fish his cock out of the flap of his boxers. You slide your mouth over it while it's still mostly soft, sliding a hand into his boxers to start rolling his balls in your fingers. You can feel him rapidly growing hard, his cock pushing further down your throat and spreading it wider open as it stiffens, and you slide all the way down on it to let it finish getting completely hard inside you while you tongue the underside. Ranma's soon moaning and gasping as well as you work your head along his length, the first thing he feels of the day (as every day) your mouth and throat wrapped around the full length of his stiff, throbbing teenage prick.\n\nYou mmf a little around it as you feel your dress being flipped up, baring your cotton-clad ass. A bit of a glance behind shows that Genma, still looking half-asleep, has shucked his pants and moved around behind you, stroking his own hardon as his fingers hook into the back of your panties. You raise your head, his son's cock slipping out of your mouth as you chirp, "Now now, Saotome-san...!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... wait your turn!"|KasumiX2x3]]\n\n[["... remember to use my ass!"|KasumiX3x1]]

"You know my lower holes are off limits," you tell him in a gentle scolding tone. "As soon as I've finished sucking off Ranma-san I'll get to you."\n\nGenma grumbles but acquiesces, though he doesn't bother to flip your skirt back down, leaving your pantied ass on display and jutted up in the air. He settles in to the side, stroking his cock slowly while he watches you go back to deep-throating his son, eyes fixed on the way your lips slide up and down Ranma's shaft. You continue to palm and tickle Ranma's balls as you deep-throat him, your motions quick and efficient as you work your head up and down and make your throat bulge with his girth. Soon Ranma gives a low groan and thrusts his hip up, pressing the base of his sack against your chin as he cums down your throat. In this case you let him, waiting until his cock is no longer twitching or shuddering against your stroking tongue before slowly pulling back, once more sucking hard to clean him off as you go, until the tip pops free and his half-limp cock flops against his belly.\n\nStraightening up and sitting back on your heels, you shift to face Genma and rest your hands on your thighs, tilting your head back some and opening your mouth wide, tongue stuck out. As you expected, he immediately moves forward to grab the sides of your head, stuffing his cock down your throat and starting to face-fuck you. While, it only seems proper, you did make him wait after all. You gulp and tongue at him as he pounds away at your throat, grunting and huffing, your father's friend making use of your mouth as if it were the pussy he no doubt wanted to be fucking earlier. His heavy balls slap repeatedly against your chin, his fat belly brushing your face as he pumps into you. Finally he gives a near-growl and yanks you forward hard, grinding the base of his cock against your lips as he uses your throat as a cumdump. Still, he pulls out nice and slow so you can properly suck him clean, pausing to let you swish your tongue around his cockhead before pulling it free. "Good morning, Kasumi," he grunts, before doing up his pants and hopping out the window to join Ranma in training.\n\n"Good morning, Saotome-san!" you reply chipperly just to be polite, your voice a bit hoarse from the rough throatfucking you just received. It'll be fine in a minute. You rise to your feet and head a bit further down the hall, intending to wake Nabiki next. Your sister is wearing only a thong and has tossed off her covers, flopping on her front and raised up a bit on her knees, practically bare ass sticking up in the air. You sigh a bit at the rather unladylike manner of sleeping dress and position, then shrug. Oh well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to put your tongue back to work.|KasumiX2x4]]\n\n[[Don't be silly, girls don't need that to wake up!|KasumiX]]

With a practiced ease you settle down onto your knees next to your father's legs, reaching forward to undo his pants and tug them open. His half-hard cock spills free to lay against his belly, already long and thick and only growing moreso as you wrap a hand around it and begin stroking up and down, feeling the soft skin shift beneath your fingers less and less as it firms up and grows taut. As it finishes stiffening you wrap your hand around the base of it, absently brushing some hair behind your ear as you lean forward and roll your tongue around the head before slurping it into your mouth. You begin bobbing your head, having developed a good routine from years of doing this, your other hand resting on his stomach as you work on deep-throating that long, thick prick.\n\nSoon your father is half-awake and moaning, one of his hands coming up to rest on the back of your head but not trying to guide you, quite secure in the fact that you know what you're doing. You shift your hand at the base of his cock to his balls, fondling them gently and affectionately as your lips press to the root of his shaft. You stay there for several long moments, before starting to quickly bob your head up and down, sliding about three inches up before gulping the rest of it back past your lips, your throat squeezing and sucking at his length.\n\n"Ah, Kasumi," Soun groans, his cock twitching against your tongue. Ah, that usually means he's getting close, so you should probably hurry up and finish. After all...\n\n<hr>\n[[... you've got more cocks to suck.|KasumiX2x2]]\n\n[[... you want to have time for him to fuck you, too.|KasumiX]]

Stepping up to the side of the bed, then smoothly shifting up onto it behind Nabiki, you reach forward and take hold of the thong, pulling it down around her knees and baring her pussy and pucker. Resting your hands on the outsides of her thighs, you lean forward and drag your tongue up your sister's slit, curling it to press it inward somewhat as you do. Her arousal is already easy enough to taste on your next lick, so you push your tongue deeper inside, stiffening it and swirling it around some, encouraging her further as she shifts beneath you, hips already starting to push back somewhat against your face. You flutter your tongue inside of her, pressing your mouth closer against your little sister's folds.\n\nOf course, you know that's not really what brings Nabiki around in the moment. Having gotten her wet but not dripping (because certainly you don't want to make a mess!), you instead move up to press your tongue against her pucker, hands sliding up to gently press her asscheeks further apart. You close your eyes as you concentrate on eating your sister's asshole, Nabiki moaning full-throatedly now as you swirl your tongue around the puckered hole, feeling it squeeze around you as you push inside of it.\n\n"Oh, fuck, that's right, eat my ass you slut," Nabiki groans, then gives a gasp as you deliver a swift swat to her ass as punishment for the profanity. Honestly. You're fairly certain she <i>likes</i> it when you spank her, the silly thing! Of course you're only given more reason to think so as she lets out another "Fuuuuck" and you quickly smack her ass again, and this time you can feel her pucker squeeze eagerly around your tongue.\n\nNabiki gradually gets louder, her moans coming closer together and getting faster, more breathless, though she proves she's a good girl by starting to murmur, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" over and over as she gets closer. Soon she gives a soft squeal and shudders all over. Drawing back a little, you drop your head and carefully lick her clean, long practice allowing you to do so without unnecessarily arousing her again. You tug your sister's thong back up into place before straightening up and slipping off the bed.\n\n"Now please remember to put on some clothes before leaving your room," you remind gently before stepping back out into the hall.\n\nAnd lastly, for Akane, who-\n\n<hr>\n[[-doesn't like "perverted" things.|KasumiX]]\n\n[[-needs a little extra.|KasumiX]]

The necklace is made out of some shiny silvery material that gleams in a way unlike any silver you've ever seen, with a fan of long-cut bluish crystals that glitter and glow far more than they have any right to in the meager amount of light from your little rock. Yeah, that's definitely some kind of magic, and gives off a distinctly elf-y vibe besides. You can either sell it for some stupendous amount of money, you'd bet, or maybe even find out that some elf lord has been desperately looking for it for thousands of years and is willing to trade you half his kingdom and his hot daughter for it, or something. Besides, it's sitting there just laying completely in the open atop a pile of other stuff, insanely easy to pick up and just slip into your bag!\n\nYou will, obviously, have to get closer to the dragon to do this, but so far you're fairly confident in your sneakiness... plus it seems to be <i>really</i> conked out, it hasn't so much as stirred or changed the pattern of its breathing since you came in. You slowly make your way closer, edging around to one side to bring yourself in range of the necklace. You really just have to stretch out, barely even touching the treasure pile, and you can snag the very edge of the chain with your fingers! Just... a little... more...\n\nThe moment your fingertips touch the metal, though, the whole necklace shudders, and then flings itself through the air. You let out a loud yelp of surprise as it fastens itself around your neck, the jewels draping down over the front of your chest... a chest that veritably explodes outwards, not literally but in a rapid expansion of your pecs, which expand and round out into a pair of massive tits with perfect, puffy pink nipples so fast that the motion itself makes them bounce and jiggle, staggering you with the sudden shift in weight. Your pants and sword belt drop to the floor as your waist rapidly grows more slender, just before they likely would have been trapped by your hips broadening and your ass expanding into a large but still perky roundure. Your legs similarly quickly take on roundure and curves, your shoulders rounding out with enough speed that your shirt drops to the floor as well. You can feel your hair growing longer and falling down your back, as well as the strange sensation of your ears lengthening and tapering to points. You can even feel your lips plumping up as your face shifts, taking on gentler lines and more artistic angles. As if to save the greatest indignity for last, just so that you aren't distracted from it, you can feel (and, looking down between your new tits, see) your cock rapidly shrinking, growing smaller and smaller by the moment until it disappears completely, leaving you with a completely smooth and hairless crotch that plumps up between your legs into a pair of perfectly sleek pussylips.\n\nPussylips that then instantly plump up and turn moist, your entire body shuddering as intense arousal washes over you. Your mind reels, both with the realization that in a matter of seconds, you've turned into an oversexualized female elf of almost parody-like proportions, and are apparently also incredibly, almost uncontrollably horny. Your hands dive down, arms pressing your huge tits up and together as your hands slide between your legs, a loud, slutty moan escaping your new dick-sucking lips as you start rubbing yourself... a moan that turns into a short, high shriek of terror as the dragon lowers its face and fixes one large eye on you.\n\n"Tsk tsk tsk. Looks like someone decided to pick up the Elven Breeding Necklace. Tricky thing, those, they tend to take matters into their own hands when they've charged up for a long time."\n\n<hr>\n[["Coooock! Gimme cooooock!"|EricMF]]\n\n[["I... I'm sorry!"|EricES]]\n\n[["I have to undo this!"|EricES1x1]]

Well, if you're going to play a canon character, may as well play what's probably the most popular one from the game. Of course, only once you've selected Tifa and taken a glance down at your altered, bouncy chest as it derezzes do you remember <i>why</i> Tifa was so popular. Whoops.\n\nWhen your body rematerializes, you're still stuck with large, bouncy breasts attached to your chest. Right, you didn't pick a male character <i>why</i>, again? Oh well, at least you feel a bit more solid and capable, even though you're just standing there. Looking down, you're surprised to find not the infamous white halter top and black miniskirt, but a very nice blue dress. You're standing on the back of some sort of carriage, being pulled along over rough ground that causes your chest to jiggle so much you're faintly worried you might actually pop out of the dress. Glancing around, you see a set of large, dilapidated metal doors rattling shut behind the carriage, a lot of scrap and junk piled around, and what looks like a dirty, aged children's playground with a spiky-haired man and a pink-and-red clad girl sitting on top of one of the pieces of equipment.\n\n'Oh, hey, that must be Cloud and Aeris! Aerith? Whatever. This must be the part of the game where everyone goes to Don Corneo's mansion.' You give a nod to yourself for having remembered. 'That's right, I'm going to Don Corneo's mansion to find out what he knows about Shinra's current plans. Barret argued with me a lot, but I insisted.' You blink, then frown, raising a hand up to rub at your head... then pressing it over your chest. Geez, this dress has no support at all, and apparently isn't meant to be worn with any underneath. 'Was arguing with Barret in the game? How did I remember that?' You glance back towards where the playground was, but it's already out of sight as the carriage moves further towards the Wall Market. 'That really was Cloud. It looked like he was okay despite the fall. Who was that girl he was with? ... Wait, didn't I know that a second ago? Aeri-... Arya? Anise? ... Who was that?'\n\nYour confusion stays with you, thoughts turning over in your head, some drifting away and others taking prominence. But as the carriage draws to a halt, you try to focus back on the here and now. AVALANCHE needs you, and you don't have time to worry about what Cloud might be doing cuddling with strange girls. You look to the side, and frown a bit as you realize you're not at any sort of house, but... well, it's gaudy, neon, and has a bunch of seedy-looking guys waiting around outside. Spotting one of the Don's men getting out of the carriage, you call to him, "Hey, I thought we were going to Don Corneo's mansion!"\n\n"We are," he assures you, gesturing placatingly with both hands. "But we gotta stop in here first, to find out if any new girls have come in to apply that the Don might be interested in. We gotta take them too, if there are, and then we'll be on our way. You wanna come inside? I mean, you can wait here, if y'want."\n\nLooking dubiously at him for a moment, you glance over at the waiting men, who are now mostly leering at you so hard you do a quick check to make sure that you didn't actually pop out to any extent. (Well, all except for one, who's hunched in the corner trying not to be noticed. Oh, Johnny, you didn't go very far, did you?) Sighing, you nod. "I'll come inside."\n\nStepping down from the carriage, you let yourself be escorted inside, though the Don's man just struts ahead without any gentlemanly pretenses. You're allowed past the front door guards and into the main room, which is a large hexagonal thing dotted with doors, you suppose in keeping with the "hive" theme. The Don's man turns back to you. "Wait here. Gotta go see the 'Queen Bee', if y'catch my drift. Shouldn't be more than a minute or two."\n\nHe heads off and disappears through one of the doors, leaving you to stand on the elaborately-tiled floor. Luckily there are no johns about, just the occasional girl dressed in a provocative bee outfit (what an odd choice for a theme, really) flitting from room to room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a look around.|FFTL1x1]]\n\n[[Stay put.|FFTL2x1]]

"C-cocks," you groan in your sweet, slutty young girl's voice. "Need more cocks... let the crew fuck me, please... cocks..."\n\nLaughing delightedly, Arana gives your head a shove and leans back. "Well, you heard him, Maxxon love. Give him to the crew."\n\nChuckling, Maxxon picks you up and tosses you over a shoulder, making you moan softly at the display of his power over you ass he carries you out of Arana's deck and through the corridors of the ship. Eventually he steps into what looks like some sort of mess haul, a few dozen rough-looking men in a variety of scoundrel-ish clothing all looking up from their conversations and meals as the big (naked) man walks in. Maxxon shifts to grab the back of your neck and holds you up like a scruffed kitten, showing off your slender, feminine form as you dangle meekly in his grasp.\n\n"Behold, the terror known as Cypher Ceed!" Maxxon declares with a booming laugh, before tossing you negligently forward to sprawl on the floor with a little yelp. "Enjoy him as you like, boys... he's all yours now!"\n\nThere's absolute silence in the room for long moments, every single eye in the place staring at you as you gingerly pick yourself up onto all fours. Then all at once a good six of them rush forward, quickly unfastening or unzipping pants, freeing already stiff and eager pricks. You moan eagerly as the fastest of the lot grabs your hips and crams himself roughly into your ass, starting to fuck you with an almost desperate pace. Another grabs a fistful of your hair and rubs his prick against your face, shuddering a bit as you eagerly jut your tongue out and start licking his balls. He wastes little time after that stuffing his obviously unwashed prick down your throat and starting to fuck your face, even as two more move in to your sides, grabbing your hands and drawing them up to their own stiff pricks, both of them starting to moan shamelessly as you begin jerking them off. The others shift around at the edges, trying to figure out where to get in, but eventually settling themselves to starting to strip down, readying themselves for their turns.\n\n"W-what the hell, man, is everyone going fucking gay?" one of the pirates demands as he looks around the room at more and more of his brethren starting to fish out their stiff pricks or strip down and move towards the group gathered around you.\n\n"It ain't gay," one of the men next to him already stroking his stiff prick grumbles, tossing a glare at him as if outraged at the implication. "But that's Cypher Ceed, he's busted up enough of us. Ain't wrong to enjoy seeing him brought low."\n\nThe pirate who first voiced his concern shifts a bit, obviously a little discomfitted by his own steadily-hardening cock as your prick-muffled moans carry to him, and one of the other pirates nearby lifts his comm device to take a recording and comments, "Besides, look at that fucking body, look at what Arana's turned him into! How can fucking something that pretty count as gay, man?"\n\nHe turns to stare at you for long moments, watching your nubile, naked form buck and writh between the two cocks spitroasting you, your hips working eagerly as cum spatters out from around the shaft stretching your asshole and speckles your asscheeks. "Fuck it," he growls, leaping to his feet and unbuckling his pants as he goes. He shoves past several of the other waiting pirates who give shouts of annoyance, but he ignores them as he moves immediately into the place vacated by the other man and plunges into your ass. He grips your hips and starts fucking you eagerly, his balls slapping against yours as you whimper sweetly around the fresh dick in your mouth. "Oh fuck, this is the best pussy ever," the straight pirate groans as he pounds away at your ass, your limp cocklet shaking beneath you.\n\nBefore it's over, every pirate in the mess hall succumbs, as well as most of the rest on the ship as they hear what's going on and wander in to check it out. Gay or straight, it doesn't matter as the sound and sight of their transformed nemesis getting pounded by cocks draws them in, and soon they're pumping away at you, moaning eagerly as they spurt their loads deep into your ass, or throat, or across your silky smooth skin or into your lovely golden hair. Sometimes two of them will shove their pricks into your ass at the same time, the straight pirates uncaring that their balls are slapping against each other's as well as your own as you squeal and beg for more in your slutty girl's voice. By the time it's all over, they've found several positions that will let them stuff three cocks in your ass at once, and you've been fucked by at least 300 of the rough outlaws.\n\nMaxxon wanders in as the excitement finally wanes, the now dressed pirate chuckling as he looms over your cum-smeared, twitching body. You look at him, the only sound your fuck-fogged brain being able to conjure up is a needy mewl, which makes him give a full-on laugh.\n\n"Oh, I hope you're not tired yet, boi... this is only the beginning."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4dxEnd2]]

And so, you become the ship's 'Cabin Boi'... public property of the crew, to use and abuse as they see fit, as long as they don't cause any actual damage. Arana is quite firm about that as you stand in front of a bit of broadcasting equipment, wearing nothing but a collar and a tiny pair of panties that hug up against your small, limp cock. You're one of her possessions, after all, and she's letting the crew use you as a privilege, not a right, just like any of the arcade machines in the entertainment lounge.\n\nIn the first few weeks after your introduction, most of the crew seems a little embarrassed by the massive man-on-boi orgy your first day inspired. You almost get through the first day of general circulation unfucked, before a nervous-seeming pirate pulls you into his quarters and bends you over his bed, pounding your ass eagerly until he dumps his load, then just as nervously shoves you back out into the corridor. Similar incidents occur over the next few weeks, gradually increasing in frequency, with the occasional pirate who's willing to just tug you into an alcove and push you to your knees to stuff his cock down your throat, his gaze warily wandering back and forth as he fucks your eager mouth, your quags and gulps carrying a bit down the corridor.\n\nGradually confidence grows, and soon the pirates are just casually bending you over in the corridors, fishing out their cocks and using your asshole like the masturbatory aid it is. It's not an unusual sight at all to see a couple of pirates chatting amiably with each other while one of them has you bent against a viewport, your hands braced against it and your lips parted in soft moans as he goes balls-deep in your soft, tight hole.\n\nOf course, it's not all loveless, emotionless sex. Space pirates get lonely too after all, and occasionally you're pulled into quarters not for frantic stress relief, but slower, more thorough sessions. Sometimes you'll start the night on your back, legs and arms around a pirate as he pumps into your ass, but then spend the rest of it with him spooned up against your back, stroking your hair and talking to you about his life before he became part of Arana's crew. Some of the pirates, independent of each other, get the idea to dress you up for their sessions in their quarters... either in freshly-bought girls' clothing from space stations and planets, pretty lingerie and schoolgirl uniforms and such, or sometimes in the apparel of ex-girlfriends, slightly too large skirts concealing your limp cock as you ride their stiff, eager pricks. This grows into some of them getting the idea for 'date nights', dressing you up and actually leaving their quarters with you, taking you around to the various entertainments the ship offers and having a good time, before eventually heading back to their rooms to guide your mouth to their cocks.\n\nUnfortunately this eventually gets a little out of hand, and Arana stops dead in one of the corridors one day as two pirates shout furiously at each other, with you between them wearing a white blouse and blue pleated skirt, desperately trying to push them away from each other. One swings his fist angrily and accidentally hits your cheek, Arana shrieking in outrage as she storms forward, grabbing both by the back of the neck and tossing them into the bulkhead hard enough to stun them. Scowling, she turns to you and takes your hand, helping you to your feet. "Honestly, how dare they. Are you alright?"\n\n"Mm-hm," you murmur quietly, rubbing at your cheek a bit. "It was an accident, and it wasn't that hard. I'll be fine."\n\n"This is getting out of hand," she says, looking from the men to you with narrowed eyes. Then she sighs, expression softening. "Well, obviously it's not your fault. If anything you've been as much of a boon to the crew as anyone I've ever brought on board. But you're a victim of your own success, and what are we to do about this...?"\n\n"Um. I think you might need to get more cabin bois, ma'am," you answer sheepishly, smiling a little sadly as you drop your hand. "If there were more, then people might have favorites, but at least there wouldn't be so many left without company when I'm busy."\n\nArana starts to open her mouth, pauses, closes it. She looks at you for a moment, then points. "You're saying that even though you're worried you wouldn't be special and get to spend as much time with all the men, aren't you?" As you blush and glance aside, rubbing your upper arm, she lets out a huff, then a laugh. Then she leans forward, cupping your chin and lightly kissing your lips. "Darling, you are a treasure, and I am glad of the day I made you. Well... I think we have the first couple of volunteers for new bois," she says dryly, glancing at the pair of slowly recovering pirates, whose eyes widen at the statement. "But why don't you come along with me, sweetheart? I think you've earned some upgrades."\n\nSoon you return to your duties, but now with the ability to change your hair and skin color to better match the desires of your crewmen, and with two more new, horny, nubile bois to help spread the load around. Over time other bois come and go... prisoners who are converted and used for awhile before eventually being sold, captives from other crews, it even becomes fairly standard for pirates to serve a month or two as a boi for various infractions before they're returned to normal. But you? You're constant. Arana's genetic therapy keeps you young and girlish as the years roll by and you only gain more experience and charisma at handling the crew. You're often called the Pirate Princess, and Arana doesn't seem to mind the title... she's still Queen, after all.\n\nAny previous life you might have had is like a bad dream, long forgotten for the reality of being the prettiest, most beloved boy-slut in this part of the galaxy, and you wouldn't have it any other way.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Head Cabin Boi</i>

The other two basically sound like they're complete "god mode"... tell the girls to do whatever, and they automatically do it without even thinking. "Convincing" on the other hand... well, sounds like that would be a nice compromise with being able to bend them to your will without turning them into ultra-compliant robots.\n\nSelecting that option, you watch as the menus disappear and Tifa resumes her motion wiping down a table, breasts swaying lightly with her movements. You also feel a shifting in your pants, eyes widening briefly at the sensation of your cock growing by several inches, making a fairly noticeable bulge in the front fo your pants. Once you've gotten over your shock, you clear your throat. "Oh, hey, Tifa. Think you could give me a quick little kiss?"\n\n"Sure," she answers agreeably enough, smiling as she leaves the rag and walks over, leaning in to peck you on the cheek.\n\n"... And maybe flash me, real quick?" you add, grinning at her easygoing compliance.\n\n"Eric!" Tifa smacks you lightly on the upper arm, her cheeks coloring.\n\n"Just a quick look, that's all," you press gently, keeping your tone friendly and a grin on your own lips.\n\n"Well." The barmaid does a quick glance around the bar, apparently checking to make sure the two of you are all alone, before turning towards you. She quickly brings her hands up and snags the bottom of her white shirt, lifting it up and letting her big tits come spilling out to sway and wobble gently. Tifa keeps her shirt lifted just long enough to poke her tongue out at you and wink, then yanks it back down and wiggles it into its proper place again. "Perv," she adds, smacking your arm again before turning to head back to her cleaning.\n\nStunned and pleased by the display, your mind starts racing over the possibilities of your altered stats. Your brain starts spinning out a wicked scenario of slowly convincing Tifa to do more and more depraved things until she's a wanton slut, so that you can watch her steadily devolve from the strong, cheerful lady she is now into a mewling cocksleeve for anyone that wants her. Or you could go a less degrading route, and just keep her to yourself, knowing she'll be pliant to anything you want.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep her to yourself.|FF7X7x1]]\n\n[[Corruption.|FF7X46x1]]

"I really don't know anything about that," you blurt, maybe just a little too fast. "No clue why she'd do something like that, I've just been brewing a lot of different potions, that's all!"\n\nHazel stares at you for long moments, then scowls. "You know, dear, I really don't mind you drugging your teachers into lust-induced bouts of animal-fucking, but <i>lying</i> to me is really a step too far," she snaps, throwing down the paper and grabbing you by the arm.\n\n"Wha?! Hey!" you cry as she hauls you into the nearby living room and towards the couch. Your eyes widen in shock as she drops to sit on the couch and hauls you stomach-down across your lap, and before you know it has undone your pants and yanked them and your underwear down, your limp cock flopping against her curvy thighs.\n\nYou jerk atop her lap as her hand falls in a hard swat on your bare ass, so shocked that the first time you don't cry out. You do with the next one though, your busty, witchy new mother apparently having had Enough™ just like that and dealing with it old-school. Of course the really embarrassing thing is that from a combination of so suddenly being bared and the stimulation of rubbing against her dress and thighs, your cock is soon hard and trapped beneath your belly, getting rubbed further and twitching every time her hand falls on your steadily more pink rear cheeks.\n\nHazel doesn't count out the strikes or moderate them... she just continues to spank you until either she's had enough or thinks you have. When she does stop, she eyes you. "Now, are you ready to tell the truth? Or do I have to embarrass you some more?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay, okay!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["N-no, it really wasn't me!"|RunFF26x2]]\n\n[["Let me up RIGHT NOW!"|RunFF]]

You tap the selection to alter Tifa's strength, noting that on a scale of 1-99 she's a 78... huh, you kind of thought it would be higher than that. But then, if it was, you probably wouldn't be able to change it all that much, huh? The debug menu has also thoughtfully provided several presets for you to select from.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 99 ("Amazon").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 20 ("Can't fight back").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 1 ("Can't move").|FF7X]]

You've seen enough hentai to know where this is going, and you're not having any of it. Grabbing the sword, you scramble to your feet... well, actually, it's more like you suddenly and smoothly rise in a single graceful motion, which is both disorienting and a little cool. Slipping the slender blade from its sheath, you run out of the tent, trying to ignore the way the bottom of your sleeping tunic is flapping and probably flashing your slender elven butt to all and sundry.\n\n"Luckily", it looks like everyone's too busy to try and take a glimpse at your newly girlish butt. Massive green men swinging rather crude heavy weapons are encroaching all around the edges of the camp, several of them with arrows dotting their chests and shoulders... but a lot of them seem to be pressing on in spite of that. Elves of both genders (most of them wearing pants) have engaged with the orcs at close range, looking heavily outmatched, most of the green monsters standing head and shoulders over even the tallest of the male elves. \n\nMoving surprisingly fast for such a big thing, one of the orcs bursts from between two tents and lunges at you, swinging a massive stone warhammer at you. You yelp and duck reflexively, but your new body's reflexes carry even further than that, leading you to pop back up and slice along his knuckles with your slim blade. The orc howls as several of his fingers drop along with the hammer, and you leap upwards to slice his throat open. His angry warcry ends in a gurgle as he topples, hitting with a thud that's enough to shake the ground.\n\n"The princess has downed one of the beasts!" a nearby male elf calls, some of the others cheering at the news. "Do your own part, don't leave it all to her!"\n\nThe combat intensifies, though now it looks like the elves are quickly turning the tide. You move to join a group of them only for one of the orcs to grab at you. Lucky for you he's apparently thinking with the weapon under his loincloth than in his hand, since he drops the latter to lift your leg up and bare your hairless elven pussy, probably in preparation for lowering it onto himself. With a snarl you jab your sword back and through his eye, yanking to one side and neatly cutting his brain in half. Of course, since he wasn't using it that much anyway, he stands there wobbling for a moment before he falls, allowing you to leap and roll away.\n\nIt takes what feels like hours, but soon every orc's been put down, even the last few who tried to flee. You stand panting in the now disheveled camp, spattered and smeared with blood, your mind reeling, caught between still trying to figure out how you got here and got this body in the first place and all you've done since you got it. You glance down at yourself, then blush and yank down on your tunic when you see that it's ridden up enough to move from "flash" to "display".\n\n"You fought well, Princess," the male elf from earlier says as he walks over. He's very pretty... well, they all are... and as golden-haired as you are, though taller and a bit broader-shouldered. "We are lucky you were here today." He turns and glares distastefully at a dead orc. "But this should not have happened. These beasts have not invaded this deeply into our land in... generations. We must discover what is going on. I think it wisest for us to split up... form into small parties to go to all the nearby cities, discover if they have noticed anything amiss. You and two others should go to the human city of Kiregard... they have a communication stone there, which you could use to contact your father with whatever news you might gain."\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh. Right. Split up. Kiregard. My, um, father. Let's do that."|FemaleElf1x2]]\n\n[[Explain your situation.|FemaleElf]]

"R-right... we'll do that," you reply, nodding quickly.\n\nHe gives you a long look. "Are you well, Princess? Have you been injured or taken a blow to the head?"\n\nAck. Clearly you're not entirely fooling him with your act... whoever's body you're inhabiting (and it would have to be an elven <i>princess</i>, wouldn't it?), they obviously don't act a lot like you. Clearing your throat, you do your best to match his own even timbre.\n\n"Forgive me, I was a bit rattled by the suddenness of all of this. Yes, clearly I must go to Kiregard and ask the humans if they have seen anything."\n\nYou see him almost instantly relax. Okay, note for the future, no stammering, no contractions. You actually found it pretty easy once you tried... a thought that becomes a little disturbing when you focus on it. The elven man speaking again draws you out of your distracted worry.\n\n"Then I shall let you be about the business of cleaning and preparing for your journey. Travel lightly and do not linger over packing the rest of your things... I shall have them taken back home with the group sent there."\n\nDoing your best to nod just once and with proper elegance, you turn and make your way back to "your" tent, having to backtrack once or twice to figure out the right one since this is your first time actually seeing it from the outside. You make sure the flap is closed as securely as it can, considering there's not exactly a zipper or lock, then look down at yourself. While it wasn't quite a head-to-toe soaking, you're definitely splattered heavily with blood. The tunic looks like a lost cause, and with a sigh you pull it off and use it to wipe your sword clean before resheathing it.\n\nSpotting some sort of spare wooden vanity that has a mirror and, more importantly, a washbasin set in it, you walk over and pick up a cloth to dip and start washing the blood off, trying not to pay too much attention to the odd sensations coming from your now female body. You get distracted again by the fact that when you dip the rag in the silver basin to rinse it out, the blood thins out and... disappears, leaving clear water. Actual magic. An... enchanted washbasin? Still, it's hard to argue with the utility.\n\nYour activity leaves you getting rather well-acquainted with your new body. You're stuck between mortification and amazement as you draw the wet cloth over your pert breasts and see the perfect pink nipples poke up. Unable to resist your curiosity, you gently press a few fingertips against the surface of one breast. They're pretty much like you always thought boobs of this size and shape would feel like... yielding but firm, your slim fingertips indenting the flesh faintly. You poke at your ass and legs as well... your butt has a similar feel to it, though your legs indent quite a bit less, being so slender. Realizing you're dangerously close to feeling yourself up, you blush and quickly pass the wet cloth between your legs, trying not to squeak at the unfamiliar sensation.\n\nNow cleaned off, or at least as well as you can by what's basically spongebathing, you turn to the princess's things and begin rifling through them. First priority, clothing. You're at first dismayed to find some very pret-, er, girly dresses, but checking another trunk puts you at ease... looks like the princess was also practical, as this one is full of tunics, jackets, and most importantly <i>pants</i>. Still, you realize that you probably can't go commando in a lot of these... they'd either chafe or, with some of them, you might be sort of, uh, obvious. And the princess was apparently not quite so practical that she stocked plain underwear.\n\nWith another sigh, you hold up a pair of silvery blue silk panties and gaze at them with a flat expression. Well, nothing else for it. You slip your feet through them and pull them up, tugging them firmly into place. You're a little disturbed by how <i>perfectly</i> they fit, and are unable to resist trying to get a peek in the mirror. Yep, they hug your ass pretty closely, without feeling like they're clinging or riding up. Heck, you never had boys' underwear back home that fit this good. Resisting the urge to really, really like your new panties, you grab a pair of butter-soft brown leather pants and start hauling them on.\n\nOnce you've added a green shirt and tunic, and a leather jacket that laces up the front and has a hood that you found to match the pants, you find some boots and pull them on. Even without socks, they're the comfiest thing you've ever worn, it's like being barefoot but not. Again, you have to resist starting to like being an elf girl way too much. Now comes the tricky part... how do you pack for a road journey without having been on one like this before, and without knowing what the princess actually owns?\n\nBy the time you're finished with further rummaging, you look ruefully around the tent, wondering if whoever comes to pack this up will find it notably odd that their princess has apparently turned into a huge slob. Still, you've managed to turn up a swordbelt and saddlebags, which were already conveniently packed with a change of clothes and some other items. Getting the swordbelt settled and slinging the saddlebags over your shoulder, you turn and head back outside. The male elf you saw earlier is speaking with a pair of already mounted elves, a boy and a girl... they look about your own age, and remarkably similar to one another with their blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes and delicate faces... if the girl's tunic weren't cut to skirt-length and accented to show off her slight breasts, you'd probably have difficulty telling them apart.\n\n"Ah, Princess, it is good that you are ready." The male elf watches expectantly, so you walk over to the horse he's holding. It's beautiful and very, very white, as if there weren't a single hair on its body that wasn't as immaculately white as fresh-fallen snow. Taking a risk, you just sort of <i>try</i> to get into the saddle, and are relieved when your body immediately takes over, gracefully stepping into the stirrup and swinging into the saddle in a long-practiced and effortless motion. Whew. "Eshan and Shana will accompany you to Kiregard," he continues as he hands you the reins.\n\n"We should not delay," the mounted male elf (at a guess, Eshan) says. "Let us be off at once. The sooner we reach Kiregard, the sooner we can leave it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Really play up knowing what you're doing, try to lead the way.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Let him lead the way.|FemaleElf1x3]]

"Lead on, then," you answer evenly, throwing in one of those regal nods for good measure. You're massively relieved when he doesn't even blink at the order, just turning his horse, his (presumably) sister matching the motion almost perfectly. You tug a bit more uncertainly at the reins, but your horse moves just as you want it to, following the two of them as they canter into the trees.\n\nIt's a silent ride for what you think is about half an hour before the trees break around a packed-earth road about ten feet wide. Eshan and Shana continue ahead of you, silent in their saddles, apparently not feeling chatty. You're starting to wonder if you should speak up... and maybe try to mine them for some information about where you are and, possibly more importantly, <i>who</i> you're supposed to be... when there's a deep voice that's not Eshan's and almost certainly isn't Shana's. "You're not the princess, are you?"\n\n"What?" You blink and look around for the speaker. It sounded like it was from directly ahead. Then you see your horse's ear flick, and it actually tosses its head to look back at you.\n\n"I said, you're not the princess, are you?"\n\nYou yelp and almost fall out of the saddle. Eshan and Shana quickly turn their horses, looking intensely around for any sign of danger, then giving you matching looks of confusion when they instead see you sitting there staring at the back of your mount's head. "Arica? Are you alright?"\n\n"Fine," you reply, just barely managing not to stutter or hesitate, though your voice winds up coming out a bit squeaky. You clear your throat, then try again. "I am alright, I just... felt a bit faint for a moment. Perhaps I should eat."\n\nEshan nods, dipping a hand into one of his own saddlebags, then tossing an apple towards you. You catch it easily and give one of those even nods, waiting for them to turn and resume moving. Then you lean forward, doing your best to keep your voice down. "Did you...?"\n\n"I did say that you're not Princess Arica, yes," the horse replies. You can just barely see his lips move, but not in time with the words as you understand them.\n\n"... Why would you say that?" you ask, trying for nonchalance and not doing very well, since you're having to argue your identity to a talking horse.\n\n"For one thing, Arica wouldn't be shocked at hearing me talk. She's been aware of her ability to understand animals since she could understand anyone at all."\n\nYou sigh, resisting the urge to slump forward against the back of his neck, suspecting he might not appreciate it. "Great, I'm a <i>Disney</i> princess," you mutter under your breath, before raising back to a whisper. "Er, can anyone else...?"\n\n"Shana isn't natural at it, and Eshan only understands horses very well, but I could make myself understood to them if I wanted, yes."\n\n"Oh." Biting your lower lip and feeling a little faint, you ask, "Are you going to tell them I'm not her?"\n\n"That depends. Did you hurt the princess?"\n\n"No. I just woke up in her body all of a sudden. I touched her sword, but it was in a museum, hanging on a wall... I don't even know where I am."\n\n"Hm, alright then. I believe you."\n\nYou blink, leaning a bit more to look more towards his face. "What, just like that?"\n\n"You'll find it very hard to lie to me while riding on my back, girl, which is how I knew you weren't the princess in the first place," the horse responds in a dry tone.\n\nHuffing out a breath, you shake your head. "I'm not a girl. I'm actually a guy. My name's Eric."\n\n"Well now you are an elven girl named Arica, Princess of Dosrasine, heir to the Oaken Throne, Bound In Blood to Solaris of the Neverafter. So you'd better get used to it, if you've no more idea than that how to get back to where you came from."\n\n"Great," you grumble.\n\n"And I am Lareon, your horse."\n\n"So you really won't tell them I'm not the real Princess Arica?" you ask, making sure to keep your voice down so low even you can barely hear it.\n\n"That depends."\n\nYou blink, then frown at him. "You said that before, I thought it depended on if I'd hurt the real princess. I already told you I didn't."\n\n"That is merely the first of many factors. It's a big secret you're asking me to keep, after all, one that puts us both at quite a bit of risk. I've never seen exactly this sort of situation but I'm fairly certain that nothing good for you would come of revealing it. I'd probably wind up put out to pasture, which is hardly ideal for my preferences but also not exactly a fate worse than death."\n\nWell that's just perfect. You've been sent to some fantasy world, put in the body of an elf of the opposite gender, almost killed by orcs, sent on a mission you don't understand, and now you're being blackmailed by a horse. "Fine. What do you want?" you mutter.\n\n"Half of that apple, for a start."\n\nBlinking, you glance at the apple you'd almost forgotten you were holding. "Oh. Sure. Just had to ask," you add with a bit of annoyance. Remembering that you saw a belt knife when you were putting on your swordbelt, you fish it out of its little scabbard and deftly slice the apple in half, leaning forward and proffering half of it. Lareon lips it out of your fingers and starts crunching it. You hope all his demands are for stuff this simple... but then, when you think about it, he is a horse, why extort you for gold or social change or whatever?\n\n"Mm, not bad," he says in satisfaction, and as you take a bite from your remaining half you have to agree. It's the sweetest, freshest-tasting apple you've ever had. "When the three of you make camp tonight, tell the others you'll take the watch, then come see me. I'll try to fill you in on any details you might need to know."\n\n"Got it," you murmur around your own mouthful of apple. Which is probably not graceful or princessly, but man this apple is good.\n\nIt's a long day of riding, and getting well into dark by the time your little group exits the forest and moves off to the side of the road to set up camp. Shana and Eshan raise up a simple square tent while you're put in charge of feeding the horses, Lareon actually giving you a wink as you slip on his feedbag. You're not sure if you trust him, come to think of it... who says he could really tattle on you, besides him? Frowning a bit, you move over to where Eshan and Shana are now arguing about whether to build a fire. You stay neutral, letting them decide to make one on their own, then sit down around it as Shana uses some trail rations from her pack to make a stew so good you don't think you could have ever afforded eating something so delicious back home.\n\n"Though we are well into well-guarded human lands by now, we thought we were safe before, as well," Shana muses as she spoons you up another bowl. "One of us should remain on watch, do you not think?"\n\nShe definitely seems to be asking you. You could take the watch and [[keep your meeting with Lareon|FemaleElf]], or you could have [[Eshan|FemaleElf]] or [[Shana|FemaleElf]] keep watch instead and get some sleep. You're definitely not as sore and tired as you'd have expected to be after killing orcs and then riding a horse all day, but you do sort of feel desperate for a good night's rest all the same.

Heartbroken, you turn and leave the tent, morosely heading back to your area of the campsight and flopping down on your bedroll. You stare at the stars, torn between blaming Amanda and blaming yourself. \n\nEventually Amanda returns, her dress rumpled and her body smelling of sex. She settles down next to you, cooing and unlacing your pants to fish out your cock. Depression has rendered you limp, however, and after a few moments of stroking and failing to get a response, she sighs in annoyance and rolls away from you onto her own bedroll. Of course, once she does, you begin to imagine just why she smells of sex, and your traitorous cock hardens and sways over your belly. It ignores your previous ability to force it down, and finally you roll over and manage a fitful sleep, plagued by images of other men fucking your beloved.\n\nAs the trip goes on, Amanda gets less and less subtle about her cheating on you, as if wanting to taunt you with it. You go down to the side of the road one night to find her bouncing on the cock of one of the horseboys, her dress cast aside and her body naked in the afternoon sun. She looks right at you and grins evilly as she starts telling the fat peasant how amazing his cock is and how good he fucks. Wincing, you turn away, your heart broken and your cock throbbing in your pants.\n\nOne night, you notice that almost none of the soldiers are about. Having a sinking feeling in your gut that you know where they are, you wander around until you can follow the sound of moans. At least two dozen of the guards are completely out of their armor and gathered around the naked Amanda, who is on her knees. Six or so have crowded around her at once while the rest wait, stroking their cocks lightly in anticipation. The blonde teen is already covered with a fair amount of jizz, thick white slopped in her hair and on her face, and glistening in the firelight on the perky globes of her tits. \n\nYou slump back against a tree, tears trickling down your cheeks as you unlace your pants. Drawing out your achingly hard cock, you begin stroking it, while your other hand comes up to knead at one of your own tits through the leather of your tunic. You're miserable, and at the same time you can't remember the last time you were so turned on. Amanda notices you just as she turns from slurping the jizz out of one of the guards' cocks, and gives a gurgling laugh before she swallows.\n\n"That's right, bitch! Jerk off, since you can't fuck me!" she calls, her voice coarse and thick with the amount of cocksucking she's been doing as much as her manner. Then she grins wickedly at the assembled guards. "Remember what I told you guys, right? Do it now, show that stupid cunt what a whore I am!"\n\nLeering, other guards with only half-hard cocks step forward, replacing the ones that had just cum all over her. After little spurts of starting, streams of yellow piss begin arcing from the tips of their cocks, striking Amanda's already cumstained skin. She squeals with delight as they hose her down, the smell of acrid, ale-induced piss hitting your nose even from where you stand. Amanda laughs as more of them step forward, some of them concentrating on soaking her lovely blonde locks with urine as if it were water. Two more focus on spraying her tits, the bright yellow streams hitting her nipples and then washing back and forth over the pale orbs. The third pisses right in her face, Amanda closing her eyes and smiling wickedly before opening her mouth and tilting her head to let his stream hit right into her lips. She gargles audibly as it sprays in and dribbles down the sides of her chin.\n\nAs she closes her mouth and swallows, more ale-chugging guards step forward, you sob and begin spraying your load all over the ground. You've turned your sweet, innocent beloved into a complete slut... one who gets off on humiliating you.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|ShemaleBarbarian25xEnd]]

Hmmm... between the photos and the panties, and everything else... you've got a lot of options for making Lianna dance to your tune, huh? Maybe this doesn't have to be a one-time score, maybe you can turn it into an ongoing source of income!\n\n... And other things!\n\nOf course probably best if you don't contact her right away. You have her contact info (your phone was set to 'gather' mode while you were inside, it snagged the information off of other phones you passed, including hers), so give it a few days. Until then you'll lay low, play it smart... not spend (much) of the money you got or try to move any of the other goods yet. You use your tablet to browse the news, including the info sites that are a bit more underground, and don't hear anything much about the Guyers being robbed. If Michael is aware of his safes or his wife being pillaged, he hasn't made enough of a fuss about it to register.\n\nSo about a week later, you're following Lianna, making sure she's alone in a store before you send her a text through a coded interface: 'Miss you!'\n\nYou watch from afar as Lianna checks her phone, blinking at the lack of any sender info, frowning before she types back 'Who is this?'\n\n'Your midnight visitor,' you send back, unable to help nya-snickering a bit at how red her face immediately goes. 'I'm guessing you didn't tell anyone about me?'\n\n'You!' she sends back furiously... though you notice her nipples are erect beneath the silk blouse she's wearing. 'Who are you? Why are you messaging me?'\n\n'Because I still have some mementos of that night. Including some very nice pictures,' you reply, attaching one of the ones where her wrists are bound. You watch her clap her hand over her mouth, eyes wide as she stares at it, before sending, 'I have others without the scarf too. All queued up to send to your husband, daughter, son, agency, and a bunch of tabloids.'\n\nYou watch Lianna squirm and fuss in place for several minutes, glancing around the shop to make sure no one's paying attention towards her. But finally she texts back, looking a bit defeated, 'What do you want?'\n\n'Rent a room at the hotel on this street,' you send back. 'Text me which one. I'll meet you there to discuss it.'\n\nYou watch as Lianna wrestles with that decision, but obviously makes it quickly, turning and leaving the shop. There's only one hotel on the street, an obviously upscale luxury one, and shortly after Lianna enters the lobby you get a text of '1022'. You use your mask's built-in computer to figure out which room 1022 is from outside, then carefully swing yourself across, picking the lock on the balcony door and slipping inside. You consider, then take up a comfy seat on the couch facing the doorway, doing your best to look relaxed, even moderating the flick of your tail back and forth.\n\nA few minutes later the lock clicks, and the door swings open, Lianna entering a bit hesitantly, wearing that pretty white silk blouse that shows off her breasts without being ostentatious, and a snug black short skirt that similarly shows off her hips and rear. You can see a complex play of emotions across her face as she spots you, all of them moving too quickly to pick out any one. But she settles on 'frustrated annoyance' as she rests her hands on her hips and glowers at you. "Well obviously it <i>is</i> you. What do you want, then?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Present your demands.|PalCat3x2]]\n\n[[Present your charm.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Present your cock.|PalCat]]

<<if $roomvisited is "false">><<set $roomvisited to "true">>You're kind of curious about this "personal oversight room" Baru mentioned. Ordering her to take you there, you follow the nude raptor-woman through the halls of the ship, actually kind of getting off on striding around showing off your big powerful body, displaying your swaying dick for everyone to see, other powerful Triceratops-men making gestures of respect and deference as you pass. Eventually Baru shows you into a large, mostly unadorned room with a single thronelike chair set towards one end of it. Along the wall behind it are numerous lockers and containers and what looks like a fairly opulent bathing facility, but in front of it is pretty much just open space. Since that seems the appropriate thing to do, you stride over and take a seat in the throne, your tail sliding through the perfectly-sized hole in the back and making for a perfect fit.\n\n"From this room you may have subjects brought before you to do as you see fit with them, Lord and Master," Baru says as she moves to take her place subserviently to the side and slightly behind your throne. "Especially those on your marked list. If we do not already have them in custody, the General will immediately deploy the most able strike team we have to locate and subdue them to minimize any unnecessary waiting on your part. Or you may simply have random Earthlings brought before you to do as you like as well."\n\n"Hmmm." You rub your chin thoughtfully... kinda weird to have it below a bit of a beak, but. "Just Earthlings?"\n\n"Of... of course not, Lord and Master," Baru stammers. "You are in absolute and total command of the First Conquest Fleet... any Trikeron, ally, or slave in the Fleet is yours to do with as you please as much as any of the Earthlings. Forgive Baru for stuttering, Lord and Master, Baru had the audacity to be surprised by Lord and Master's question, shall Baru end her life in atonement?"\n\n"No, that won't be necessary," you assure her breezily. Was it your imagination or did she gives a barely audible 'tch' noise with lip curling and head turning away? Anyway. "There doesn't seem to be much in here, though."\n\n"The Oversight Room is designed to deploy any equipment the Lord and Master's whims may require. Be they Genochambers, Alterays, or Productization Injectors."\n\n"I know what the Genochamber is, what are the other two?"\n\n"The Alteray is capable of much the same alterations the Genochamber is, but works while the subject is awake and aware. It is also capable of altering the mind of the subject as dictated by the Lord and Master. The Productization Injectors are used to turn living beings into solid, inanimate matter, so that they may be used as resources... or decoration, or sexual pleasure, or any other such purposes the Lord and Master might imagine. As a side effect, subjects often become highly sexually sensitive due to the cellular changes occurring in their body. You may also have subjects put through Repurposing."\n\n"And that is?"\n\n"Repurposing is a procedure used to, ah, repurpose subjects for other uses," Baru says, briefly looking like she's about to launch into one of her usual self-deprecating pleas, but stopping and hurrying on with the explanation when you glance at her and narrow your eyes. "For example, Baru was put through Repurposing after being captured to end her previous existence and begin her proper and correct one as an upright big-titted slave to her superior Trikeron owners. Generally this involves the subject being immersed in a vat of specially prepared concentrated Genotube liquid to produce a rapid change, then they are dressed and outfitted as befits their new station, and then a Behavioral Regulation Web is applied to the brain to enforce fitting behavior. Obviously Pleasure Slave is a popular Repurposing result, with Your Mightyness taking immediate possession of the result, but if you wish to be beneficent to the cause, the other types that would be of use to the fleet would primarily be Soldier Slaves, Labor Slaves, and Arena Slaves."\n\n"Sounds fun, explain, especially the Arena Slave thing."\n\n"Of course, Lord and Master. Soldier Slaves are made more physically capable, to allow them to assist in the subjugation of their own race and future races as well, having their minds altered to be fanatically, deeply loyal to their superior Trikeron masters. They are considered the second most expendable resource in the fleet, after Labor Slaves. Labor Slaves are typically also made more durable and stronger but less physically potent, and their mental alteration eliminates all traces of personality or will, effectively rendering them into biological work drones. Arena Slaves may be sent to the, ah, the Arena here on the flagship. It is typically considered best to make changes that are impressive and flashy to make the fights more entertaining... while almost all Arena Slaves are altered physically so as to accomplish this and allow them to actually survive combat, their mental alterations may be broader. Some are relatively unaltered, merely using the Behavioral Regulation Web to insure that they fight as commanded and do not try to escape or rebel, while others are altered heavily to make for more crowdpleasing combatants."\n\n"Hm, interesting, interesting. By the way, these 'Behavioral Regulation Webs', do they actually change the person's inner thoughts?"\n\n"Oh no, Lord and Master, they only regulate the outer speech and actions. The slave is completely aware the entire time they are being controlled. Baru herself has been completely and totally aware within the worthless lump of meat that passes for her brain that she is being forced by the neural web to serve her superior Trikeron masters for over 100 years! Of course some slaves do eventually internalize their externally enforced mannerisms over time."\n\nYou notice she didn't say she's one of those. Hm. ... Well, anyway. "Any other good options?"\n\n"You could of course simply use them for your own pleasure, Master, whatever that pleasure might be. Or summon some of the men to take their pleasure of them."\n\n"Hmmm, even the male subjects?" you ask, glancing over.\n\n"At last poll, over 99% of male Trikeron soldiers exclusively preferred females. However, a properly trained Trikeron soldier will of course fuck anyone or anything at any time when ordered, to establish dominance, insure subjugation, or forge bonds of fellowship."\n\n"I see, I see." Well that's an interesting little zest to things, isn't it?<<else>>You make your way back to the Personal Oversight Room, Baru trailing along dutifully behind you. Once again you settle yourself into the incredibly comfy throne in the large, mostly empty room, and start to ponder your options.<<endif>>\n\n"My Lord and Master, merely tell this worthless Baru what it is you wish and I will set in motion what must be done to make it happen."<<set $comefromroom to "true">>\n\n<hr>\n[["Bring the Marked Targets list."|TriRoomMT1]]\n\n[["Let's see some random captives."|TriRoomCapt1]]\n\n[["I want someone from the Fleet."|TriRoomAlly1]]\n\n[["Let's do something else."|TriSelect2]]

"Well I want a lot, really, but let's start out by establishing exactly what's at stake," you reply in a smug tone, tail still flicking lazily. "I don't just have the photos of you, although those are very nice," you add, smirking as her face flushes with anger again. "I have a lot of stuff from your house's safes. Waaaay more than I ought to have been able to get by just sneaking in and guessing combinations, I promise," you add, snickering at her shocked expression.\n\n"I... so what does that have to do with me?" she asks with a frown. "So you've stolen a lot of-" She cuts off as the realization sinks in, her face that had been flushed with annoyance going pale.\n\n"That's riiight... with those photos in addition to that, it would be <i>super</i> easy for me to claim that you let me in and gave me all the access I needed," you declare in a happy tone. "That we were in it together... you giving your cat burglar boyfriend of tender years all your husband's security information so he could steal important documents. Gasp!" you add melodramatically, putting your hands over your mouth. "I mean, that would not only ruin your marriage and make you look like an awful mother, you could go to jail! For years and years! Industrial espionage is super serious, right? And with your model career ruined and your husband the one pressing charges, no 'rich and famous' protection, am I right?"\n\nLianna stares at you. She definitely seems to have settled into an emotion now, and it's 'angry'. After visibly simmering for several minutes, she practically growls, "What. Do you <i>want</i>?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Money.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Her.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Both.|PalCat]]

"I definitely don't want to just turn members of some place's royal family over to just anyone," you answer after considering for a moment. "Besides, I want to make sure they get home okay. Plot course for Tessalon Prime."\n\n"Alright, finding wormhole now. Flight time to Tessalon Prime will be twenty-seven hours. But hey, this sort of above-and-beyond, personalized service is exactly what puts you above and beyond the old Cypher, Boss! Way to go the extra mile!"\n\n"Thanks, Sierra," you answer with a grin, turning away from the controls, and blinking a bit as Three steps in and leans down to wrap her arms around your neck. \n\n"I think I said it before, but I don't know if I showed you how much I meant it," she murmurs quietly, nuzzling her head against yours slightly. "So, thank you. Thank you for getting me out of that place."\n\n"I feel the same way," Two adds quietly as she moves in to do the same on your other side, her cheeks coloring as she plants a kiss on one of your own. "I never thought I'd get to see Three again, let alone have her come with us so she can stay with me. Thank you so much, Cypher."\n\n"Um. Seriously, I just did the right thing, I'm glad you two are-" You jump just a little as Three's hand cups the slight bulge of your crotch through the suit and begins rubbing it firmly, then gasp as Two kisses just below your ear. "Uh, girls, seriously, you don't have to-"\n\n"I know we don't have to, that's why we want to," Two whispers in your ear, voice a somehow perfect blending of shy and sultry as she runs her hand along your stomach.\n\n"It's the first time either of us will have ever done it because we want to instead of because we have to," Three assures you, actually nipping at your other ear as she gives your bulge another squeeze.\n\nWell. You guess you can't really argue with that. Either that or you're all out of willpower. Because the next thing that happens is your suit retracting, pulling away to collapse into its 'backpack' form, leaving Three to wrap her fingers around your cock as it's bared. She starts stroking you while her tongue flicks at your neck, Two drawing back a little to just look at you appreciatively, her face red. But a moment later she leans back in, joining her sister in licking at the nipples capping your lean, muscular chest, making you gasp even more as Two starts fondling your balls to go with Three's stroking of your shaft. By the time both of them sink down to their knees in front of you and lean in, starting to work your cock together, lips and tongues adoringly applied to your sack and pole, it becomes obvious that they've both done this plenty of times... this probably isn't even their first time with both of them at once with the same guy.\n\nStill, you're hardly complaining, even if in the back of your head you wish their prior experiences had been under better circumstances. The front of your head is filled with the sensation of them both sucking on your balls at once, and the view of those two identical, pretty faces looking up at you, Two's with that still sort of blushing, shy schoolgirl set to it and Three's with the almost solemn, intense set to her eyes. But both of them are giving your balls the same thorough tonguebath as Three strokes your now spit-shined shaft, urging you almost to the point of release. But as the pair of them feel your balls tugging tighter from their lips, they stop, each one grabbing one of your hands and tugging you forward, out of the chair and onto the floor. Their own clothes are quickly discarded, leaving them much closer to identical, though you still know that it's Three swinging astride your lower body and slowly sinking her warm, wet, hairless pussy down onto your throbbing, eager prick... though your view of that is blocked out as Two lowers her own sex right onto your mouth.\n\nYou have a fairly good view of your friend's cute, pert butt but not much else now, but you're not going to complain. Grabbing said butt with both hands, you knead it as you start licking her out... with an amount of intuitive skill that surprises you as much as Two, who gives a loud and very happy cry as your tongue begins working over her pussy. What, Cypher knew how to give girls oral? That's the first non-dickish thing you've discovered about the guy! A revelation you're soon distracted from by the feeling of Three starting to enthusiastically ride your cock, Two just as eagerly grinding her cunt against your face and working herself against your rolling, flicking tongue. You fall into such a rhythm that you're actually not sure how long it is before you can feel Three thrusting herself down on you, the squeezing, rolling motion of her inner muscles milking your own orgasm out of you, Two twisting and bucking her hips on your face as she cums for the third or fourth time. \n\nBoth of them swing off of you in near-unison after a few more moments, and Two shifts to a section of open floor and lays back, still blushing a little as she spreads her legs invitingly and rests her hands on her inner thighs, almost framing her pussy in a clear 'all yours' gesture. Getting to your knees and moving over, you lean down briefly to give her a nice, deep kiss, the blue-haired girl giving a little squeak of surprise and only now looking dangerously close to overheating from her blush. Then you push your still-hard, cum-smeared prick into her, feeling her moan into your mouth as you slide inside her. You feel hands tugging at your hair, and break the kiss to look up at Three, who leans in for her own kiss, just as enthusiastic and aggressive in kissing you as you were in kissing Two. Then, shocking you a bit, she moves to straddle Two's face, the more submissive twin immediately starting to eagerly lap at her sister's sex, Three moaning and wiggling her pert ass in your face. ... Oh well, if they're fine with it! There only seems to be one thing to do, really... lean forward and start lavishing your tongue all over Three's puckered asshole. She gives a surprised and pleasured yowl, bucking her hips back and forth between your tongues, writhing around as you and Two pleasure her as you pump your prick into Two's pussy.\n\n"Oh he <i>definitely</i> treats us right!" Three squeals as she tosses her head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x14]]

"Sorry, your highness, I already accepted your bounty and that's a contract. Besides, I have someone that would be very annoyed with me if I tried to skip out on him by not sharing your bounty."\n\n"Orkin," Jaune grumbles. "Should've known." \n\nJeanne sighs and rolls her eyes. "Fine, if that's the way you're going to be about it. There's a cargo tram that runs from the docking spires to the residential rings. People aren't supposed to use it to ride on but they do all the time anyway because it's always empty. At least that way you won't have to carry us around in front of everyone," she adds in a mutter as Two comes over and starts tucking a large towel around her bare lower body.\n\nYou glance over at Three, who gives a nod of confirmation, then look back to the royals. "Sounds good. Alright, your highnesses, try not to thrash around too much, I don't want to accidentally drop you or bump you into anything."\n\nYou would make quite the sight, you suppose... you with half your suit exposed from your arms being up to carry a pair of attractive young people bound in silver rings, one of them wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a towel, and a pair of identical blue-haired girls, one in vest and skirt and one in panties and tubetop. It's definitely an odd feeling to have this group standing in a practically cavernous, rattling metal tram bumping and grinding through a space station, until finally it deposits you near the docking spire where you left Sierra.\n\n"Oooo, got 'em, huh?" Sierra's voice chirps as you walk in. "... Also, uh, Boss, I think you picked up a spare Ami somewhere."\n\n"She's not a 'spare'. That's Ami's... Two's... sister, Three."\n\n"Sister?" both blue-haired girls murmur, before glancing at each other... and grinning.\n\n"Cool! Duly noted in my databanks. Lemme just put these two away, too," Sierra adds, Jaune and Jeanne glittering brightly and disappearing from your grip. "Shall I undock and head out, Boss?" \n\n"Yes, please," you answer, moving to settle into the pilot's chair. "I'd like to avoid ever coming back here too, if possible."\n\n"Bright spots, furthest from, yadda yadda," your chipper little starship notes. "Releasing docking seals and plotting a course away from the station now. But where should I head, Boss? The nearest bounty turn-in station, or to Tessalon Prime, where those two are from?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn-in station.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Tessalon Prime.|Cypher5x13]]

"I'd like to send you two back to safety first, but we've only got so much time, and I don't want to send you off on your own in this place," you answer. "So you two will have to come with me to see if we can arrest the Quatra Twins. Just stay back and out of the line of fire, okay?" Once they both nod, you turn and make your way back to the tram. "Okay, but until then stay close."\n\nYou take the tram to the habitat ring where Orkin's files indicate that the royal twins have taken up residence. It's a step up from the cheaper and nastier living quarters, but not a huge one, you note. Either those family heirlooms didn't go far or they're spending their money elsewhere. You glance at the door to confirm that it's the same number, then wave Two and Three back, the blue-haired girls shifting back away from the door and close to the wall. Taking a breath, you key in the passcode that was included in Orkin's info, then step in as the door slides open.\n\nJeanne Quatra, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing nothing but a t-shirt that barely comes down past her waist, turns from picking up a plate of food out of the replislot, mouth open and curling up in a slight smile that drops away as she sees who's actually entered, her whiskey-colored eyes widening. Then she immediately hurls the plate of hot food at you, only her single moment of hesitation giving you time to duck. You have to hand it to her, not only did she do a hell of a job throwing two bowls of hot stew, since you can hear the whole thing crash into the opposite wall in the corridor and you didn't get a drop on you in passing, but in the time it takes you to duck and start to rise she's already crossed the room and snapped a palm-strike at the side of your head.\n\nYou swing your forearm up to block hers and knock away the blow, slapping your palm down and against her thigh as she follows up with a knee towards your side, flashing her bare-shaven pussy at you as her leg raises. She keeps on the offensive, focusing most of her strikes towards your head or areas where you'd be pained no matter how much actual damage the suit absorbed. Between the surprisingly brutal assault and the fact that you're not actually supposed to hurt her, you're forced to concentrate mostly on blocking her blows, waiting for either an opening her for her to force you to go on the offensive.\n\nFortunately it's the latter, since there's a shocked shout from outside, then a sort of <i>SQUING!</i> noise and a male yelp of pain, followed by the sounds of a scuffle. Your opponent's head snaps towards the open door. "Jaune?!" The momentary distraction is all you need to lunge forward, hooking a hand behind her thigh and shoving a forearm against her collarbone, taking her down to the floor with you on top of her. The impact is enough to rattle her if not actually cause any damage, and you quickly yank a collapsed restraint band from your belt and smack it against her front, the silver band expanding and slipping around her arms, yanking them to her side as it connects in back and solidifies.\n\n"Two?! Three?! You alright?!" you call as you slap another restraint on Jeanne, forcing her lower arms to be bound as well, the sivler resting just above her bare crotch.\n\n"We're fine! For now!" comes a call back. "Um, but hurry up!" \n\nYou slap one more restraint on Jeanne's bare legs, and ignore her decidedly un-princess-like cursing as you stand and rush back into the corridor. There you see Jaune Quatra struggling on the floor with Two and Three on top of him trying to hold him down. None of his attempted moves seem to be working well despite his training, since he's got a pair of opponents (albeit amateur ones) already on top of him who have no other objective than to hold him down. Snorting, you lean in and manage to slap a few restraint bands on him as well.\n\n"Good work, girls," you acknowledge as Two and Three get to their feet. \n\n"He, uh, surprised us," Two admits, gingerly picking up her little silver pistol and reholstering it. "He had a sword so I, uh, well, then we..." She gestures towards the bound, cursing prince.\n\n"Alright. Let's see if we can find a slightly less public way to get these two back to the ship, or at least one that doesn't involve carrying them through too many open spaces," you say as you pick up Jaune and carry him into the room, dumping him next to his sister. "Uh, and Two, see if you can find something to cover Jeanne's lower body with?"\n\n"Oh!" Two blushes, then nods repeatedly before scurrying towards the sleeping area. "On it!" \n\n"You bastard! You'll regret this! I'll see that you-!" Jaune starts, making you think of snagging something to shove in his mouth, when his sister hisses at him.\n\n"Jaune, shut up!" She presses her lips together and looks up at you. "I appreciate you trying to avoid humiliating me. You seem like a reasonable person, so maybe we can make some sort of deal in return for you letting us go."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sorry, no.|Cypher5x12]]\n\n[[... What sort of deal?|Cypher]]

You open your mouth to say yes, before you have to close it and wince. "We can't." You step closer and lean in, lowering your voice to murmur, "Remember when I used my thumbprint in Orkin's office?"\n\n"Oh. Oh right, your name and picture came up," Two murmurs back, hunching her shoulders a little. "I'm... I'm sorry, Three, we can't really-"\n\nThree interrupts her with a shrug and a statement of, "It's fine. I'm used to wearing this. I mean, I'd be glad to wear something else too, but it's not gonna hurt me to stay like this awhile longer."\n\n"Alright." Two musters a slightly wan smile, before looking back at you. "Um, what now...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Now to arrest the twins.|Cypher5x11]]\n\n[[Now they go back to the ship.|Cypher]]

Needless to say, the three of you find various pleasant ways to pass the day-plus ride to Tessalon Prime. A few times you feel a bit weird knowing you're, well, you're having an extended threesome inside a ship that might have an opinion on it, but thankfully if Sierra has any thoughts regarding the debauchery occurring within her hull she declines to share them. Eventually the three of you rest and clean up, Three taking the time to browse through Sierra's stored replicator patterns and pick herself out some new clothes... a loose purple long-sleeved shirt with wide sleeves and a draped collar, shiny black hotpants, and shoes that are a sort of cross between thigh-high stockings and slippers. Between that and pulling her hair back into a ponytail and clipping it, it would certainly be a lot harder to mistake her for Two in her more toned-down and simple outfit.\n\n"Getting a hail from Tessalon Prime orbital control now, I assume you want me to patch it through?" Sierra chirps as you approach a large planet divided between extremely blue oceans and sprawling green continents with what looks like white lace draped over them.\n\n"Yeah, go ahead," you answer, turning back to face the forward viewport in your chair, a holoscreen popping up in front of you showing a woman with short blonde hair and green eyes wearing some sort of high-necked white jacket.\n\n"Unknown ship, what is your business on Tessalon Prime?" she asks in an I'm-bored-but-too-professional-to-be-super-obvious-about-it tone.\n\n"This is Cypher Ceed, I'm here to turn in a bounty head, specifically for Jeanne and Jaune Quatra."\n\nThat makes her blink, and her mouth opens and closes without sound twice before she says, "One moment, please." The screen blanks, showing some sort of logo briefly, before it comes back. A similar-looking woman, albeit with shoulder-length pale, shiny brown hair and hazel eyes, looks at you coolly.\n\n"Sir, can you confirm that you have the Princess and Prince with you and that they are unharmed?"\n\n"Well I've got their bioscans, but I can't exactly bring them on in front of the camera, they're in holding," you reply, tapping the controls to send data from Sierra. 'In holding' seems the best way to explain Sierra keeping them in her pattern buffer, since that doesn't seem to be standard technology. "But they're unharmed and ready to be dropped off."\n\nThe woman's eyes flick downwards towards wherever the sent data displayed, before she nods. "We've been directed to route you to the royal palace, docking pad A5. I'm sending you coordinates and a flight path now. Please do not deviate from it. Also please be aware that the queen will be receiving you, and there will be a detachment of royal guards with her for her protection. Please be respectful. Orbital control out." With that, the holowindow closes.\n\n"Well. You girls ready to meet a queen?" you ask Two and Three as you turn back to them, grinning. Two bites her lower lip and squirms in place in answer, and Three just shrugs as if it were all the same to her. \n\nAs Sierra enters the atmosphere and descends, the 'lace' covering the continents is revealed to be a vast, interconnecting network of cities. Unlike the cities on Earth you remember, these aren't little splotches of assorted types of buildings made out of different looking materials, but instead seem to be all one extension, just with growths of latticework and other buildings between any two clusters, and it's all made out of the same gleaming, clean white material. The only real way to tell that you're approaching the palace is that there's only one long white roadway approaching it and that it looks a bit grander and more decorative than any of the city areas you flew over on the way there. Sierra comes to a stop over a large white diamond-shaped courtyard, the areas around the surface covered with what look like rosebushes, slowly lowering down until she touches down. "Aaaand we're here! Here, Boss, I dressed your bounty heads up a little, considering."\n\nJeanne and Jaune rematerialize near the closed back door, both of them wearing white jackets in a vaguely military style, Jaune wearing slacks and Jeanne a skirt. They blink, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?" Jaune demands, frowning at you.\n\n"Landing pad A5 of the royal palace," you answer as you stand up and walk over. "You're home."\n\nJaune's lips pull back from his teeth as he starts towards you. "You son of a-!"\n\n"No, Jaune," Jeanne says quietly, putting an arm across his chest. "... We need to pick our battles now, and picking one with him isn't going to help us," she adds as the landing ramp begins to lower behind them, allowing the scent of warm flowers to fill the ship. Jaune scowls darkly, but nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. Both turn as the ramp continues to lower, and without being prompted walk out ahead of you, Two and Three following behind. \n\nOutside there's a tall woman with her dark, almost black brown hair braided and wound at the back of her head like a crown, dressed in a flowing white gown that manages to be just vaguely ethereal enough to give a slight hint of the curvaceous body beneath it without actually revealing anything. She watches all of you approach with almost-black eyes, a number of men in gleaming white armor with Roman-esque helmets on flanking her in wings. Once the twins come to a stop in front of her, she seems to deliberately wait for them to open their mouths before saying coolly, "The issue of your departure and return is not to be discussed in front of outsiders. Take your places." Once the two have sulkily moved to stand behind and slightly to either side of her, the apparent queen looks at you and gives you a passably warm smile. "Forgive my rudeness, it was unintentional in addressing this family issue. I want to thank you for returning my daughter and son to me unharmed. I am Queen Jocasta, and you have my gratitude. While we already have your payment ready for you, I would of course be remiss if I didn't extend the hospitality of my home to you as well. Why not stay for several days? What is mine is yours for that time."\n\nYou smile back, and are about to answer when you notice the Quatra twins apparently trying to subtly get your attention. Jeanne's eyes are pinched, her face worried and lips pressed together as she gives a tiny but emphatic shake of her head in a clear 'no, don't' gesture, while Jaune is flicking his eyes meaningfully towards... Two and Three? Are they actually trying to warn you of some threat? ... Or are they just pissed off that their capturer might enjoy himself?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the queen's hospitality.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Politely refuse.|Cypher]]

Your teeth grind together as you watch Amanda return to fellating the captain. Cheat on you? Cheat on <i>you</i>? So this little whore is hooked on fucking, is she? Well you'll really hook her!\n\nStorming over to the two, you drop to your knees behind Amanda and lean forward, spreading her asscheeks. She makes a little noise of surprise around the cock stuffed down her throat when you spit directly onto her little puckered asshole. Of course after you straighten up and free your raging hardon from its pants and start stuffing it up said asshole, she gives a much louder wail around it... one you can tell is half pained and half ecstatic.\n\n"You want cock, huh, you little slut?" you growl, gripping her hips and starting to work your cock, forcing it deeper into her, your freely-flowing precum starting to add to the lube of your spit. "This what you want? I'll give you all the cock you can handle right up your cheating little ass, you filthy whore!"\n\nThe captain slowly lowers to his knees so that Amanda can be on all fours between the two of you. Realizing that you're not going to direct your anger at him, and apparently rather turned on by the sight of you rage-fucking her previously virgin asshole, he grips her hair and starts fucking her throat as roughly as you're pounding her ass. Amanda gags and quags around it, and is apparently eager for more, from the way you can feel her ass squeeze around you as she cums. The captain even reaches over and unlaces your tunic, pulling it off so he can fondle your tits. You're more focused in dumping a thick load of angry amazon jizz up your beloved slut's ass to mind.\n\nThroughout the rest of the night you and the guard captain fuck Amanda in every hole she has. Occasionally other guards notice the commotion and poke their heads in, and wind up joining the fun for a little while. There are plenty of times through the night when the blonde teen has all three of her whorish little holes stuffed with throbbing cock and is clearly begging for more.\n\nThe next morning Amanda promises that she'll never do it again, and you sigh and accept the promise. Two nights later, you find her out in the woods being fucked up against a tree by the camp cook, and the whole messy thing gets started all over again. Sigh.\n\nYou've turned your sweet, innocent beloved into a complete sex addict. Oh well... at least you're doing things together!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|ShemaleBarbarian24xEnd]]

"Maybe we'd better," you manage, despite the distraction of her fondling hand. "We don't want a bunch of nasty rumors spreading, right?"\n\nShe gives a disappointed sigh, her hands dropping to her sides. "No, I guess you're right. And I guess we'd better start trying now, then." With no further word, she turns and walks out of the room. Unable to help feeling a little discomfited, you turn back to your weapons and finish getting them ready.\n\nYou both go to meet up with the caravan, servants coming along to help load your things, not that there's that much of it besides clothes and the personal rations Karey's provided for you. The two of you climb into the wagon and, surrounded by a hundred of His Majesty's finest, you set off along the winding roads towards the snowy capital of Valisgrad.\n\nDuring the trip Amanda is affectionate and talkative, but there's a lack of the physical affection and gestures towards you that you'd come to be familiar with over the last few days in Adarode. Figuring that she's probably just trying her best to be discrete, you try not to be hurt, nor to read too much into how she gradually becomes more distant day by day.\n\nOn the fourth day, you come back to your section of the campsite to find she's not there. Frowning and a bit worried, you go searching for her. There's no luck until you pass the captain's tent and hear a faint moan coming from it. Blinking, you backtrack, and then slip in through the front flap. You stare at what you find inside, illuminated by the light of an oil lamp.\n\nAmanda is completely naked and on her knees in front of the captain of the guard. Her hands are on his hips as she bobs her head, gulping down his dick to the root again and again. His hand presses on the back of her head and he moans, until he opens and spots you staring at the scene in shock. Amanda must notice some change in his cock because she pulls back off of it and looks over his shoulder. But even as she does that and sees you, she reaches up to wrap a hand around his shaft and start pumping him in place of her mouth, her other hand coming up to start rubbing his hairy balls.\n\n"I'm so sorry, love," she moans, the words more like a whore's encouragement in bed than an apology. "But I just couldn't take it! You got my body hooked on fucking, and when I couldn't have it every night...!" She whips her head around and slides her mouth over the moaning man's prick again, as if she had a disease and it was the cure.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't deal with this.|ShemaleBarbarian25x1]]\n\n[[Oh, you're gonna deal with this, alright!|ShemaleBarbarian24x2]]

"I mean... it'd have to be Ryoga," you decide with a sigh. "Out of all the guys I know."\n\n"He does kind of want to kill you, usually," Akane points out. She may have some odd ideas about Ryoga, but she's apparently clear on that much.\n\n"Yeah but <i>he</i> wants to kill me," you point out, resting your hands on your hips and rolling your eyes. "I doubt he'd be satisfied hearing some statue demon curse struck me down without him laying a finger on me. It ain't an honorable defeat in martial arts."\n\n"That's true," Akane allows, bobbing her head. "Plus he's so nice, I'm sure he'll help you if he understands the situation."\n\nYou resist the urge to roll your eyes again. "Anyway, the other benefit is that he'd probably never wanna tell anyone else we did it either, since it'd embarrass him too."\n\n"I guess all of that makes sense." Akane nods, then blushes. "Do you want me to come with you? I mean... this seems so perverted, trying to help you... ... but he might be more likely to believe you if I back you up."\n\nAnd Ryoga would do just about anything for Akane... even you, you have to admit. Of course that would mean Akane being there and, well, helping talk your rival into having sex with you. Does the weirdness of that outweigh the near-assurance Ryoga will go through with it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Akane help.|FRanX16x2]]\n\n[[Have Akane stay away.|FRanX]]

"Well, you <i>are</i> a worthless whore," you muse aloud, grinning. "But tell you what. Why don't you prove you're worthy of being in my presence by sucking my cock? Since it's all you're good for."\n\n"Oh, thank you, thank you," Tifa simpers as she crawls over to you, only raising up onto her knees once she's directly in front of you. "I'm not worthy to even see your holy member, my lord, but thank you, thank you so much."\n\nTifa quickly undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. You have to admit, you're stunned and impressed... even mostly limp, it has to be a good eighteen inches in length now. Tifa begins pumping it with both hands and working the head into her mouth, already a tight fit as it is. You hiss as you begin to harden, your cock quickly gaining both length and girth as the barmaid slobbers shamelessly all over it, occasionally popping the head out of her mouth to lick up and down its length worshipfully. Soon it's jutting past her head, over two feet long and as thick as her wrist, as she buries her face in your equally huge sack and rubs back and forth, sucking and tonguing at the skin of it.\n\n"I want to see you take the whole thing, whore," you command, your own voice breathy now. Tifa immediately draws her head back and forces her mouth back over the large, spongey head, then begins emphatically working it back and forth. You groan as she forces her throat open over it, the sound of her gagging ignored by the both of you as she forces herself on. The barmaid essentially rapes her own throat onto your dick in her eagerness to please you, her gurgling and quagging loud and utterly without shame.\n\nShe lifts her hands to fondle your balls, again with a sort of reverence that might be used with holy relics, each of your testicles comfortably filling one of her hands. She continues bobbing up and down, working more and more of your shaft down her throat, her lips slorping back along it and leaving it shining and dripping with saliva. Finally, almost impossibly, her lips stretched absolutely taut, she gives herself that final push and makes her pink lips press against the root of your dick.\n\nStill doing her best to follow your orders, she begins bobbing back and forth again, still slurping and tonguing your length, but you can tell she's losing steam. You can feel your orgasm coming on as your worshiper does her best to keep deepthroating your immense prick. She probably won't stay conscious if you want to stay inside... what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Who cares if she's conscious? Her holes still work.|FF7X44x2]]\n\n[[Pull out, it'll be good to humiliate her some more.|FF7X]]

Deciding you were enjoying the hole you've already used plenty, you yank Tifa's upper half to the edge of the table, letting her head dangle over the edge of it, her hair falling to sway and pile against the floor. You use one thumb to push on her chin to open her mouth, and your hand to guide yourself in, slowly pushing past her lips. This time you get to actually see the obscene bulge your dick makes in her slender throat, the head a larger outline as it slides on down, then eventually disappears as it gets past her throat, the rest of it still bulged up with your shaft. You keep going until you feel your root pressing against her lips again and let out a sigh of contentment.\n\nYou begin roughly fucking the unconscious girl's mouth, your balls slapping heavily and audibly against her face. You reach out and yank her shirt up to free her tits, amusing yourself by squeezing and kneading them roughly, using them as little more than stressballs while you rape her throat. There's not a sound from her this time other than the occasional quag from her reflexive gulping and swallowing around you, her only movements equally instinctive twitches and jerks, and the rise and fall of her tits against your hands whenever she catches a breath.\n\nYou lean back a little, idly slapping and spanking her big tits, enjoying the way they wobble and shimmy from the stinging impacts and the way it makes the rest of Tifa's body twitch. But eventually you grab them and squeeze them roughly again, starting to fuck into the passed out barmaid's throat faster and faster. You can feel yourself approaching the edge again, and you realize that you've got the same choice to make, though a bit more extreme this time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's see what she's like when she comes around, could be funny.|FF7X]]\n\n[[What worthless slut doesn't dream of dying for her god?|FF7X44x4]]

Not bothering to give her any commands, you instead grab two handfuls of Tifa's hair and yank her forward roughly, shoving her even further down on your cock than she'd managed to go herself, her nose grinding against your crotch. Her eyes stay fixed on your face, that utterly worshipful look in them as you shove forward, pressing your balls more firmly to her chin. Your cock begins to shudder and twitch, blasting your load almost directly into her belly, and you can see from the shivering of her own body that she's actually orgasming from having you fuck her throat and cum down it.\n\nYou grunt and shove your hips a few more times, forcing out the last of your load, and not letting Tifa up for a moment. You can feel a few reflexive jerks of her head, her body fighting her own orders not to resist you. But finally her eyes roll up in her head and her hands drop away from your balls, arms swaying limply at her sides. You wait just a moment more before finally pulling her off of you, your cock making an obscene *slorrrrrrp* as it pulls out of her mouth and finally pops free, jutting in front of you at the very slightest downward arc, obviously needing only the faintest urging to return to steel hardness.\n\nYou glance down at Tifa, letting go of her hair and allowing her to crumple to the floor. Then you bend and hoist her up, your virtual body having no difficulty with the weight of an adult human. You slap her down onto her back on one of the tables, not bothering to be gentle about it, the wood creaking in protest at the sudden application of weight. Now, what to do, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Her throat feels pretty good, what's a little brain damage?|FF7X44x3]]\n\n[[Knock the bitch up while she's out.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Destroy her ass while she's not awake to whine about it.|FF7X]]

"You're forgiven for right now, cunt," you answer idly, finding the words are coming more easily to you, almost naturally. "Get up and lock the door to make sure we're not disturbed again. And from now on remember that you're an animal, and animals don't wear clothes."\n\n"Yes, my lord! Of course, I'm sorry!" The once disobedient and feisty ninja immediately leaps to do your bidding, and you largely ignore her following your order to secure the entrance before she begins yanking her clothes off like they burned.\n\nYou pull your cock out of the body on the table's mouth, enjoying the lewd noise it makes, then move around to the other end of the table. Briefly enjoying the view of the late Tifa's legs flopped open limply and showing her pantied crotch, the white cotton soaked through and almost transparent from her arousal before she went unconscious. You briefly consider hauling them off, but decide not to bother with that either... too much trouble moving limp limbs around. Instead you climb up onto the table on your knees, trusting it to support your weight.\n\nYou pull the crotch of the panties aside and immediately thrust into the corpse's pussy, knowing you don't exactly have to wait on its account. The fleshy hole is still quite warm as you begin pumping into it, shoving the limp legs aside carelessly and leaning forward to rest your hands on the tabletop. The body's fat, lifeless tits wobble with the impact of your hips as you plunge your cock into the hole between its legs, your balls slapping against the lower curves of its buttocks.\n\nFinding fucking Tifa's corpse almost relaxing, you glance aside and see that the naked Yuffie has found a seat nearby and is relentlessly frigging her pussy with one hand and abusing one of her barely-there tits with the other, pinching and twisting the nipple roughly. You grin, stopping your thrusts for the moment. "Tell you what, for being a good worthless whore, you can come over and play too."\n\n"Mmf, oh, thank you, my lord," Yuffie moans as she leaps to her feet and hurries over, climbing up onto the table as well. At a gesture from you as to where she should position herself, she lowers her hairless pussy down and begins rubbing it all over the corpse's face, bucking her skinny hips and working herself against the dead body of her friend as if it were nothing more than a pillow shoved between her legs.\n\nYou smile at her and lean forward, stuffing your tongue into her mouth and kissing her lewdly as you fuck the slowly cooling hole between the barmaid's body's legs. Yuffie moans loadly, from both getting to kiss her god and from the motion of the corpse's face rubbing against her pussy from your thrusts. She bucks her hips, a squirt of girlcum dribbling down the late Tifa's still and lifeless features.\n\nEventually you pull out and flip the body over, shoving into its asshole instead, mming faintly in interest at how it feels colder to you, and both loose and tight from your throbbing dick spreading the dead flesh around it. You resume your thrusts, fucking the meat-hole with lazy, strong pumps of your hips, Yuffie rubbing her eager young pussy against the back of her late friend's head without caring about what it might do to its face being rubbed against the table. Eventually you spill your load into the still and lifeless cumdumpster underneath you, Yuffie visibly orgasming just at the sound of your groan of release.\n\n"Can I get fucked to death, too, my lord?" she mewls eagerly, eyes shining with wanton desire.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|FF7X44x6]]\n\n[[Not yet.|FF7X]]

Deciding that you're enjoying the feel of her throat too much to pull out, and who really cares about the consequences, you shove in hard and groan as you begin pumping your second load into Tifa's belly. You can feel her throat squeeze and clench around you as it reflexively swallows, but those are growing weaker and weaker as you keep your cock buried all the way in. Her tits trying to rise against your hands squishing down on them briefly start trying to do so faster, and her whole body gives a few shimmies and wiggles as she unconsciously fights to live, a few puffs of panicked breath coming from her nose and onto your balls.\n\nBut with one last slurp on your spasming prick, her throat loosens, and her entire body goes still, including the motion of her melons under your palms. You moan in pleasure as you keep cumming for several moments more, then slowly straighten up, rolling your shoulders and stretching. You don't pull out... why bother?\n\nYou glance up and over at the door as you hear the bell ring, blinking a bit at the sight of Yuffie Kisaragi trotting in, the teenage ninja wearing her brief green shirt and almost as brief khaki shorts. She takes one look at you and immediately drops to her knees, bowing worshipfully. "Forgive me, my lord, I didn't mean to interrupt you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not quite done with your current toy, she can wait.|FF7X44x5]]\n\n[[Yuffie's turn on the cocksmother express!|FF7X]]

Looks like there are plenty of them wandering around all over the place, chatting, taking pictures with guests, generally being in-character (or at least as in-character as they can get without shooting an alien or whatever). You're probably going to have to narrow down your criteria for picking one to talk to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Guys.|HLMascotMale]]\n\n[[Girls.|HLMascotsFemale]]

"Well, it's not like your life is worth anything anyway," you assure her cheerfully, reaching forward to shove a few fingers into her pussy, enjoying the way she jumps, mewls, and immediately orgasms, her tight little teen hole gripping around your digits.\n\n"Oh god, thank you, thank you," she whimpers, pathetically happy. "H-how?"\n\nYou take a moment to consider that, idly opening the debug window to peruse your options, amused by the way she freezes perfectly still even with your fingers still inside her. Of course, the corpse your cock is still stuck in doesn't exactly move that much. Let's see... it looks like you could give yourself infinite stamina and thus never get tired, so while it could take a few days, you could literally [[fuck her to death|FF7X]]. There's an option for going to some sort of debug room and calling up [[summon monsters|FF7X]] and having them "attack" a designated target, so while you wouldn't be directly involved it could be a very interesting show. There's the menu for [[surefire status effects|FF7X56x1]], that obviously has several possibilities, as does some sort of menu for [[transformations|FF7X]].

"Kill him!" you shout back. "Alina, kill him! Grab a sharp stick or something, jam it in his eye!"\n\n"But! But!" the terror and near-incomprehension on her face is painful to behold... but it's the pike biting down more firmly on your leg as it nears the water that makes you scream, and apparently decides it for her. She starts to flit towards shore, only for one of the animal men to toss something to her... an actual spear. She turns, hesitates, but the moment you cry out again, she goes darting forward like a bullet from a gun, leaving a long trail of blue glitter in her wake as she slams the spear home directly into the pike's eye. Her own half-feral battlecry is drowned out by the monster's roar of pain, both of you being thrown clear as it thrashes a few times, then slumps limply.\n\nShuddering, you push yourself up slowly, feeling like your entire body's battered. You glance down and wince at the sight of your partially shredded thigh, but luckily you don't seem to be bleeding too badly. You look up, spotting Alina standing near you, staring towards the still pike, the butt of the spear jutting from its eye pointing towards the sky. "Mmf, Alina, are you okay? Thanks, you really saved me, though. ... H-hey, Alina?" you venture as she fails to respond. Then your eyes widen with horror as she teeters, then crumples to the ground. "Alina! Hey!" You crawl towards her, then turn your head, shouting, "Hey! Someone help us! Help!"\n\n"It is possible she may never recover."\n\nYou stand dejectedly at the bedside, trying not to burst into tears at Queen Tania's solemn statement. Alina lays in a slender but comfortable-looking bed, stripped of her skimpy outfit and jewelry, looking like she's peacefully asleep, but far too solemn an expression is on her face even for sleep. "B-but... she's not even hurt, they said..." You trail off, wiping a hand across your face.\n\n"The fairies of the light are beings of joy and kindness, whose primary drive is to help other living creatures," the Queen explains, her words gentle as she lays a hand on your shoulder. "It means that for them, healing magic like that which restored your leg is quite simple, and their efforts to help others more easily yield fruit. They are not true pacifists... but killing goes against the very basis of what they are."\n\n"But... but she..."\n\n"Yes. To let the pike live would have been ignoring you, someone she cared for. For you, to save you, she went against her very nature and took the beast's life. I hope you understand, Eric, what a wonderful and meaningful gift Alina has given you, along with your life... though it may cost her her own." The queen lets that hang in the air for a few moments, before she continues. "There is hope."\n\n"I'll do it!" you blurt, before you can even think otherwise.\n\nQueen Tania smiles gently at you, her butterfly-like golden wings flitting once and sending little cascades of rainbow sparkles drifting briefly through the air. "Be not overly hasty... this is no quest, no epic adventure you must go on. But you may find it a hard choice all the same. You see, we have discovered a spell that will return you to being a human."\n\n"R-really?" You stare at her. "But... how does that-"\n\n"Let me clarify, for perhaps I misspoke. It is a spell to turn a fairy into a human... so you likely would not be quite as you were before. But yes, you could return to your proper size, and the world you once knew. And Alina could go with you." As your eyes widen, Tania nods. "Yes, it is as you are most likely thinking... the reason Alina cannot awaken is that the conflict of her innate fairy nature with her desire to help will not allow her. But humans are not so thoroughly chained to their nature, from what we have learned... and for them it is natural to take life in the defense of their loved ones. But that does not mean that Alina would naturally know how to live and function in that world. Her mind would in most ways still be much more like that of a fairy... you would need to be responsible for her and help her survive there."\n\nYou think that over, then glance towards Alina in the bed. "What if... what if I stayed...?"\n\n"If you wish to stay, you will be welcome here. A version of the spell we discovered can be used to stabilize your nature, making you no longer need to worry about the Fairy Warmth for the period we thought. And it is possible Alina may someday awaken... fairy natures place many strictures upon them, but they are also magical and adaptive creatures, she might eventually be able to resolve the contradiction that makes her sleep. But it may be a very long time, Eric. Fairies live until something kills them... with Alina safe here in my castle, nothing will happen to her until she is ready to wake up. Until then she will be frozen in time, unthinking and unaging... could you truly put yourself through that, knowing it could be years... decades... or far, far longer, before she awakens? It might be better to simply return to the human world on your own, and build a life for yourself there, and let Alina's own life here play out as it will."\n\n<hr>\n[[Return to the human world by yourself.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Return to the human world with Alina.|MiniEric5x3]]\n\n[[Stay.|MiniEric5ax1]]

"I mean... it's not like the human world is an awful place to be. I... I had a lot of problems there, but I don't think it's impossible to be happy there. And I promise I'll look after Alina, too."\n\n"I will do what I can to smooth your way. It will take the rest of the day to prepare the spells, and in that time I will study more of the materials we've found on the human world. In the morning, we will set off for a special place discussed in one of the scrolls."\n\nYou sleep restlessly that night, wondering how you're going to manage to take care of yourself and another person who doesn't even know how to be a human once you get back. Your stomach is sour, but your resolve is firm as the little group sets out the next day, a group of four of Tania's guards carrying a little stretcher-type bed with Alina on it. You fly for what seems to be about an hour before landing in a large clearing that shows no signs of other fairies or animal men.\n\n"Here, take this," Queen Tania says as she offers a brown cloth sack to you. "It is magic, so it should adjust its size along with you... I've put in a few things that, according to my studies, should be quite valuable in the human realm." Once you've accepted the bag, she leans forward and loops the thin chain of a sun-shaped golden pendant around your neck. "Alina has already been given one as well. This clearing is a pathway between our two worlds... when the sun is at its highest, not only will it change over to the human world, hopefully close to a place that you are familiar with, but the spell will be cast. Now, remember... the spell is meant to change a fairy into a human. You will likely become <i>like</i> your old self, but not entirely. Some fairy-ness will most likely linger."\n\n"I'll manage," you say with a nod. "Thanks for all of this, Queen Tania." \n\n"Of course. We will take our leave of the two of you, then," Tania says after a glance to confirm that Alina has been moved to a little bed made of green leaves. Without another word she and her guards flit up and into the sky. \n\nDeciding that you might as well be dressed, you step into your underwear and jeans and haul them up, keeping them held with your hands until you can sit down. Then it's just a matter of waiting, and hoping that everything goes as the queen said. The sun gradually grows higher and higher in the sky, and as it gets closer to being directly overhead, you can feel a tingling suffusing your body. You glance over your shoulder in time to see your wings dissolve into sparkles, just before your whole body begins gradually growing and expanding. Excitedly, you look over at Alina to see that she's getting bigger as well... in fact, her boobs seem to be growing just a little faster than the rest of her, you notice with a blush. Thankfully, though, the sight of it inspires another, more familiar feeling in your crotch than usual... you can feel stiffening! Your cock is back! Though there's also still a lingering feeling of other pressure and some wetness. You look down, trying to see if the bulge in your jeans is back... and your eyes widen. Much like Alina's, your boobs are growing a little more than the rest of you, rather than disappearing! They're pushing outward, getting larger, enough to fill out the chest of your shirt a bit. Your jeans grow tighter as your hips go from extremely girlishly slender to rounded, your ass filling out as well, besides the visible bulge in the crotch.\n\nYou groan a little as you realize that Tania was right... 'turning you into a human from a fairy' is not the same thing as 'turning you back into a human'! You look over at Alina, and see that while she has become a little curvier, she's still very slender (and still wholly female). Her pert A-cups are on the large side of B now and there's definitely more roundness to her hips, but other than that she hasn't changed much... her hair has become a less shocking shade of blue, lacking the glittering, color-shifting sheen it had before. (You check yours... still fire engine red, but similarly lacking in sparkliness.) Your heart soars a little as her eyes flutter and she sits up, rubbing at her head. "Mmf. What... happened?" She looks over at you and blinks. "Eric? How come you look different?"\n\nYou spend a little while explaining everything that happened, and though Alina looks vaguely horrified at being reminded that she killed the pike, she obviously doesn't collapse again. Eventually, you wrap up with, "So we'll have to live as humans from now on. Though, uh, maybe not entirely typical humans," you add with a glance down at yourself.\n\n"Oh! Well I can do that!" Alina chirps, leaping to her feet and putting her hands on her hips, grinning brightly, still as completely unashamed of her nudity as when she was a fairy. "I was great at being a fairy and I'm sure I'll be great at being a human! I'll sign up for the human Meadow Patrol right away!"\n\n"I don't think 'Meadow Patrol' is a thing we really do," you say wryly as you clamber to your own feet. You think the closest to that might be 'park ranger' but you're not sure if Alina's cut out for it, so choose not to bring it up yet.\n\n"Oh. Well I'll find something I'm good at!" she asserts, worried for less than a second. Then she blinks. "Hey Eric, what's that bag thing?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, yeah, Queen Tania gave me this," you note, glancing down at the bag you'd almost forgotten you were holding. Looks like it really did resize with you. "She said she'd filled it with things that she'd researched as useful in the human world."\n\n"Oooo, Queen Tania's a super smart fairy! I bet there's tons of super useful stuff!" Alina chirps happily.\n\nYou hesitate a little at that. That's right, Tania, for all her seeming reason and levelheadedness... is a fairy. What if she filled the bag with things that are likely to get you into trouble or cause mischief? Not, like, intentionally on her part, but who knows what a fairy thinks would be useful in a society she's only read about? It might be better to leave it here without messing with it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the bag.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Keep it.|MiniEric5x4]]

You notice that a number of the fairies nearby definitely look uncomfortable and fidgety... it's not hard to guess that they're upset by the pike's suffering, even as they're clearly afraid of it. A supposition confirmed as you spot Alina flitting over, wings leaving faint trails of sparkling blue-purple glitter in the air. "Eric! Are you okay?!" she lands beside you, staring at the thrashing fish. "Oh! It's the Cruel Monster of Nia Pond! ... Poor thing," she adds, wings drooping.\n\nGiving another little sigh, you nod. "Yeah, I guess we ought to put him back. Maybe he'll have learned his lesson. Hey, c'mon guys!" you call to several of the nearby fairies. "Let's push him back to the water."\n\n"Hey, you shouldn't-" One of the animal guys starts to say, but the fairies have already responded to the idea that they can help and go scurrying to the pike's side.\n\nSince you'd feel bad not helping when it was your idea, you follow along. The pike has gone mostly still and quiet, its gills slowly moving as if it were just barely clinging to life. Taking a place near its head, you begin shoving along with the fairies, Alina to one side of you. Of course it's a bit like trying to move a whale, at your sizes, but between the number of you and fairies being a bit stronger relative to humans (apparently), the pike's turned some so that he's more towards the water. At your calls, you and the fairies begin pushing him forward, the tinkling noises of wings fluttering with the effort filling the air (your own doing the same thing, which is rather distracting). Bit by bit, the lot of you inch the massive fish back towards the lake.\n\nJust as you're hoping you get there in time, the creature suddenly gives a fresh spurt of motion, twisting and snapping its jaws closed on one of your legs. You give a shriek of terror as you're hauled off your feet by the pike's renewed thrashing, though this time it's more purposeful, and is carrying him rapidly back towards the water, his cruel chuckling sending vibrations through your bleeding thigh. "Help!" you howl desperately.\n\n"Eric!" Alina screams back, flitting up and towards you, grabbing your hands with both of hers. She looks like she wants to pull you free, but the pike's motions are just yanking her through the air. "Eric, what do I do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Don't let go!"|MiniEric]]\n\n[["Kill him!"|MiniEric5x2]]\n\n[["Cast the spell!"|MiniEric]]

No, you're sure Tania put some useful stuff in there. She seemed to understand things pretty well every time you interacted with her, she's not a ditz like... ... well, she's not a ditz, you think, glancing a little guiltily at Alina, who just tilts her head at you as you untie the strings of the bag. "Let's take a look inside," you suggest, reaching in... and blinking as your hand just goes in. You try reaching in further, and stare as your arm disappears up to the elbow. "What the...?"\n\n"Ohhhh, that's a magic bag," Alina provides helpfully, nodding. "They can hold tons and tons of stuff, but if you don't know what you're looking for you have a hard time finding it without just dumping it out, which can make a big mess if it turns out there's a lot in there," she adds with a sheepish enough tone that you can be pretty sure she's been through that before.\n\n"Huh. Then how do I find anything without dumping it out...?"\n\n"Oh, just think of a <i>type</i> of thing if you don't know what specifically is in it! Like, 'I want something I can eat', or 'I want something pretty'!"\n\n"Oh, huh, okay. Alright, bag, let's hope you have something..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... valuable."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["... edible."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["... useful."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["... that we can defend ourselves with."|MiniEric]]

"Really now? The one we just left? Well I can certainly think of who you <i>might</i> mean," Nyx murmurs. "But of course I'd like you to say it. All the same."\n\n<hr>\n[["One of the Amis."|Cypher]]\n\n[["The Amis."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... Cypher Ceed."|Cypher]]

Let's see, scenarios, you're assuming these must be scenarios catered specifically to Nabiki, since you're with her in her room. The list is:\n\n[[Debt Collector|RanDeb]] - "A member of the Yakuza shows up to collect on an extremely large loan Nabiki took out to finance one of her ventures, and she doesn't have the money."\n\n[[In Trouble|RanDeb]] - "Due to a false positive on a pregnancy test, Nabiki thinks she's pregnant. She needs someone to take the 'daddy bullet'."\n\n[[Enforcer Needed|RanDeb4x1]] - "Nabiki needs someone to take care of clients who aren't paying their debts. A potential for profit and fun!"\n\n[[Blackmailer Blackmailed|RanDeb3x5]] - "Someone has something on Nabiki and is using it to extort her. She wants you to find the evidence and get it back... without looking at it, obviously."

You're dragged all the way to the bottom of the tentacle, stretched so wide that you're no longer anything like human. You're pressed to the base of it, your skin melding in against the mass of the beast that raped you. Then slowly the tentacle retracts into the main body, leaving you drifting, short, and pale on its surface, feeling content to be part of the master now.\n\nOver time your hollowish cone of a body begins to fill in, even as your soft, pale skin darkens and takes on a new texture. You grow bit by bit, day by day, until you're a thick, fat protrusion from the main body. You stretch out, growing more quickly now, until you're easily hundreds of feet long, writhing through the dark water, the sensitive receptors of your skin on the lookout for things that can be food.\n\nOnly the vaguest vestiges of your consciousness remain in the tentacle you've become. You feel pleasure when you penetrate warm meat and gather nutrition for the master, and when you help to convert the meat into one of your siblings. This is sadly rare, the caretaker does not often let you get at anyone, but it cannot help when someone is foolish enough to wander in unattended. Maybe one day you'll be the central tentacle of a conversion, like one of your siblings was for you!\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Day of the tentacle</i>\n

You're not entirely certain where you'd begin talking to Elaine... you've never gotten the sense that she dislikes you, necessarily, but she's definitely a bit distant and cool. You're pretty certain that's just her personality, she's usually very reserved and quiet, not wearing her emotions or heart on her sleeve. It would probably make her pretty uncomfortable to have you bother her while she's upset, so maybe the best thing you can do as a little brother is give her some space. Mind made up, you turn and head further down the hall to your own room, closing the door and deciding to get a jump on tomorrow's studying, while you're being all level-headed and responsible.\n\nAbout twenty minutes later you faintly hear a door further down the hall open, and the quick thump of bare feet on hardwood. That must be Elaine... coming to talk to you? No, she's headed the other direction. You dismiss it and go back to your reading... then blink as you get a sort of staticy feeling and hear a distant whooping whine that lasts a brief moment. You glance towards your door, realizing that must have been the matter translocator that Sir Rupert uses occasionally to send the family out on missions or bring something to the building. You hear footfalls again, though this time there's also a clicking noise to go with them. Now thoroughly curious, you get up and go to your door, opening it enough to poke your head out. The hallway is already empty again, however... but it looks like this time Elaine didn't close her door as firmly, since it's open a crack.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a peek.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Keep minding your own business.|RunFF]]

You've gotta admit, seeing a woman get so horny for your cock that she actually, for real tore her clothes off in her rush to get it stuffed down her throat was the kind of rush you're not likely to forget any time soon. You're curious to confirm whether it actually works on other girls like that. With that in mind, you pull out your cock and give it a good going-over with the stuff, at least as much as you did last night, before tucking it away. As an afterthought, you stuff the bottle itself into your pocket... might need to reapply after your experiment, after all, heheheh.\n\nTucking your now quite stiff and slick cock away with some difficulty, and trying to ignore the slippery, hot feeling of it trapped against your skin, you head out and wander around the building. You're betting that if Mai lives here, it's probably because it's a popular place for other... well, other people like her from the park. Maybe you can catch one heading to work as well?\n\nIn fact you do just that after several minutes of wandering the halls, spotting someone that's obviously a character from something even if you don't recognize what they're from... a pretty woman with green hair pulled back in a long ponytail. Her powder blue dress is slit extremely high up the hips, showing off a lot of leg (and heavily implying that she's not wearing any panties), the top of it snug and fitted enough to show off breasts that are large and round, even if they're not as utterly jawdropping as Mai's. You hesitate a little as you watch her lock her door... aren't you risking getting, like, arrested for sexual harassment with this? ... Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you'll just have to hope that if you do Mai is hooked enough on your dick that she'll come get you. The green-haired girl finishes locking her door and turns towards you just in time to see you finish pulling your oiled-up prick out of your pants and letting it spring free into the air, her eyes going wide... and her pupils dilating and nipples stiffening. \n\n'Yup, definitely works on other girls,' you think smugly several seconds later as you wrap your hand around the base of that green ponytail, smirking down at the mascot as she fucks her own face onto your cock. Her lips drag along your shaft as she draws back before thrusting herself forward again quickly, her throat bulging up with her girth, her glazed green eyes staring up at you needfully as a mixture of oil and drool runs down the sides of her chin. Admittedly it doesn't feel like she went <i>as</i> crazy for it, since her clothes are still on... though she's flung aside the front flap of her dress to reveal that she is indeed going commando, one hand tucked between her thighs and frantically frigging her pussy. It still feels absolutely fantastic though, the tightness of her throat sliding so quickly over your dick again and again, her tongue slurping at you and lips stroking you, with the extra little fact that you don't even know her name and haven't said a single thing to her, she just dropped to her knees and started sucking you off once you showed her your cock! 'It's like a pure sexual fantasy,' you think happily.\n\nEventually you pull out of her mouth and give yourself a few quick strokes to finish off the building orgasm you felt, grunting softly as you start firing long ropes of cum across her face and into her eagerly awaiting mouth, splatters of it pooling on the pink of her tongue and the soft peachy color of her skin. Once you've milked the last dribble of it onto her tongue, she slips it back into her mouth and visibly swallows, before rising to her feet, the flap of her dress falling back over her soaked thighs. Murmuring a vague, slurring 'Thank you, work time', she turns and walks off down the hall, wobbling a little as she goes as if she were slightly drunk. You take a moment to recover... and then another to apply another light coat of oil to replace what she sucked and licked off. 'Okay, so it definitely hits girls hard enough that they'll instantly want to suck me off... she didn't go as nuts for it as Mai did though, and apparently sucking me off and getting a load of my cum was satisfaction enough... she still understood she had to get to work, I guess. Hm, maybe Mai went more nuts for it than she did 'cause I'd already fucked her into being pretty into me before that.'\n\nStill, you've effectively confirmed that it works, and you've got an 'in' with any girl you meet! Well, as long as you don't run out of oil... and considering what you're now using it for, you might be sort of embarrassed if you asked Mai to buy more. ... Still, you're going to use it some more today because of course you are. Now, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Find some more hot girls!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Hm... wonder if it works on guys too...?|HLMai]]

"Ack!" Tacticool Nuke whips around as the lights start pulsing red and a siren goes off... then gives a rather louder yelp as slots on the walls open and what look a lot like laser weapons slide out of them. She quickly disappears in another flash... and you can faintly hear noises from elsewhere in the house, female screaming, and the sound jumping around several times before it finally stops.\n\nThe TV screen quickly lights up with Sir Rupert's face, albeit wearing a blue open-topped cowl that leaves his lower face bare. "Eric, are you alright? What's happened?"\n\n"Someone called 'Tacticool Nuke' showed up in the room, so I activated the intruder defenses. I think they chased her off..." At least you hope so, she didn't seem that bad.\n\nSir Rupert sighs. "Ah, her. Not exactly the best person to have discovered our identities and home, but far, far from the worst. She's mostly harmless, so don't worry about it. I'll send Elaine home as soon as we've finished tracking down the villain we're currently engaged with." He disappears from the screen, and the alert ends, the lasers sliding back into their slots.\n\nAbout an hour later, you can hear the elevator ding out in the main room. You head out to greet Elaine... just in time to see her speed-walk through, wearing the tight multiple animal pattern bodysuit of Menagerie. You blink a few times as she rapidly disappears down the hall, and a moment later you hear a slam from near her room. Wondering if something's wrong, you follow her down the hall, blinking at a few items like her boots, gloves, and mask scattered in the hallway, and stopping right in front of her door where her bodysuit itself is laying crumpled and discarded, the door itself shut tight.\n\nWell. Clearly she's upset over something? At least, that seems the most obvious answer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask her what's wrong.|RunFF4x1]]\n\n[[Give her some space.|RunFF3x2]]

Perhaps it's losing your virginity that has made you really feel your manly oats, because you find yourself solemnly proclaiming, "The arena... I want to fight in the arena..."\n\n"Oh dear, pet isss feeling himssself now, isss he?" Ssyren says with a laugh as she rises off of you, letting you get to your own feet once you've gotten your wits a bit further about you. "Well, it isss in fact a path to vassst fortune, fame, and even title if you sssuccsseed wildly enough. Though you ssshould learn more before you really decsside. Follow the crossssed-ssswordsss sssignsss to the arena, and at the entrancsse, asssk for Cassssiopeia. Tell her I sssent you, ssshe ssshould explain thingsss better than I. Ah... but, a gift before you go..."\n\nSoon you're walking through the market again, albeit this time thankfully a bit more covered-up, even if it is just a simple leather loincloth that's really only a front-and-back flap on a belt, and a very light leather armor piece over one shoulder with straps going across your chest. (Apparently some 'vendor trash' gear someone traded to Ssyren for a few sips of water.) Still, apparently it makes you look vaguely tough enough that no one gives you much more than a brief appraising glance as you make your way through the winding, slightly chaotic streets. But wherever you go, there are definitely numerous signs made of wood, or stone, or even sometimes paper in the shape of crossed swords with an arrow pointing the way. Obviously the arena makes sure to make itself easy to find.\n\nSoon you arrive at what isn't just some sort of colisseum, but what looks like a cluster of them in different sizes. There's actually a line at what seems to be the central entrance, which you join, trying not to stare at the other people since most of them are various types of anthro, or at the least have ears and tails. The line at least moves fairly fast, with most of them already having a few coins out and ready to hand over as they arrive at the counters. When you do, the very pretty and very naked catgirl (save for her golden collar) at the booth says, "Viewing or fighting?", already starting to hold her hand out, only hesitating when she notices your shoulder armor.\n\n"Um, actually, could I speak to Cassss-, I mean, Cassiopeia?" you ask. "A friend of hers, Ssyren, sent me."\n\n"Oh. Yes, just sit down there, I'll send for her when I can," she says, gesturing at some stone benches nearby.\n\nYou nod and head over to take a seat, passing the time by both sort of marinating in the strangeness your life has become and people-watching. People-watching admittedly being a lot more interesting when the people are almost all different varieties of anthropomorphic animals and the majority of them rather attractive and fairly naked. But eventually someone comes strolling out of the gates rather than in, and admittedly you do stare a bit even as you get to your feet. For a surprise, the person you're assuming must be Cassiopeia does seem to be fully human, in fact she's an absolutely gorgeous redhead, her hair brought up and bound into a tall, thick ponytail with a gold band studded with polished stones, the rest of the length of it similarly banded, more gold and stones affixed around her neck and holding to the thin, slightly transparent bands of white cloth arcing down to hold her generous breasts, a belt done in the same style supporting a long skirt that's similarly so thin that you can actually make out the shape of her labia from her silhouette beneath it. You wonder if such pale skin is some sort of status symbol around here, declaring that she doesn't have to get out in the sun that often, or that she can afford to take care of it, or the Sacred Relics that give it to her, or whatever.\n\n"Ah, well, it makes sense Ssyren sent you, getting a look at you," she declares with a short laugh as she walks up to where you're now standing and waiting. "You're just her type, so fresh off the ship you've not even taken a single Sacred Relic," she adds, brushing her fingertips along the line of your jaw, making you blush and squirm, even as you try not to stare at the dark pink outlines of her nipples through her top. "Well, come in then, I'll explain how things work here in the arena."\n\nYou follow her, similarly trying not to stare at the way the thin gauzelike cloth falls against and outlines her ass as it gently sways in front of you as she leads you in and around the arena to one of the buildings that's more like a simple, multi-tiered house than anything else. Inside she leads you through a few of what look like lounging or socializing areas, fairly richly-appointed with decorations and furniture, and into something that's like a cross between an office and a parlor. Pouring some of the clearest water you've ever seen into a small silver goblet, she hands it to you before settling onto one of the little fainting couch-like... couches... while you sit down on an armless, backless chair.\n\n"So, most likely Ssyren told you that the arena is a path to riches, wealth, and even possibly station," she says as she sips from her own larger silver goblet (studded with what looks like turquoise). "And all of that's true enough. Though it's a bit harder to explain all the perils that go with it."\n\n"Er, perils?" you echo. "... You mean moreso than getting hurt or killed?"\n\nCassiopeia laughs at that, her soft-looking breasts jiggling just a bit with her laughter. "Oh, in this arena, the threat isn't to your body or life. In fact, the arena itself activates programming in your nanites so that they almost instantly heal any wounds, though they'll still leave you drained and disabled. In fact, one of the greatest benefits to being an arena fighter or worker is that the arena itself maintains your Sol, meaning you never have to worry about being petrified like some poor unfuckable soul out there. The tradeoff is that once you become an arena fighter, you're locked into it... the only way out is through winning enough to achieve citizenship or even title."\n\nYou frown thoughtfully at that, turning it over, before saying slowly, "But you <i>can</i> get those?"\n\n"Roughly once a year there's a match for the top fighters where they can compete for citizenship, and every couple of years there's a festival where the winner of the tournament battles gets a minor noble title," Cassiopeia confirms with a nod. "So if you do well you could be a citizen in a year, and a noble in perhaps five. But that's if you do well, and don't lose a one-on-one fight."\n\n"Aaand here's where I ask what happens if I lose a fight," you mutter.\n\nShe giggles softly, then says, "Alright, well, let me clarify, there are two sorts of matches in the arena, generally. What we call 'gimmick fights' and duels, one-on-one combat. Gimmick fights are essentially spectacle... there's an outcome most people are expecting to see, and they'll most likely get. Even though you're expected to give it your best go, you're more of an actor than a fighter. The nice thing about them, though, is that you get paid no matter what the outcome of the match is, and there's no consequence for losing. You'll never win citizenship or title off of them, but you could make enough money to buy yourself your own gear for real combat, or start up some other business, or even buy yourself the citizenship."\n\nYou nod slowly again. "And there's a consequence to losing a one-on-one?"\n\nCassiopeia smiles rather wickedly at that. "One-on-one matches pay out to the winner a small portion of the admittance fee to their match, but more than that, they always have two prizes. You win the listed prize... and you win the loser. As your personal slave," she clarifies at your startled expression. "Of course, most times in the early matches, since you have little enough room or money coming in, you can sell your new slave, back to the arena even. But they're your property to do with as you wish. In fact, that's how I moved from fighter to manager myself," she adds, gesturing to the two of you's rich-seeming surroundings. "I won enough one-on-ones that I could use my slaves to fight in various sorts of matches in my stead."\n\n"So... wait, what happens if you become someone's slave, and then they lose a match?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"You're no longer their slave, but instead go back to being the arena's," Cassiopeia explains. "To try and work your way up again. Now, as a favor to Ssyren, I'm willing to be your sponsor to get you registered in the arena's roster as 'willing entrant with potential'... you get a much nicer starting cell and gear," she explains. "And actually get to choose right from the start whether you want to participate in gimmick matches or duels."\n\n"But... that does mean I'm the arena's property and can't just leave and do something else?" you say dubiously.\n\n"Yes, you'd have to save up enough to buy your citizenship first," she replies breezily, gesturing with her goblet. "Elsewise if you left the arena for too long without permission, your nanites would eventually start draining your Sol, and you'd find yourself taken for granite."\n\nYeah it takes a second for that pun to sink in, and you're not sure whether to laugh or cringe. So... what are you going to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll join the arena.|RunCI]]\n\n[[No, you don't want to after all.|RunCI]]

"I ran into my supervisor not too far down the street, he said-" the Senshi... Sailor Mars... announces as she steps back inside, still in her costume, before she jerks to a halt, staring at you with wide eyes. "What... who are...?!" she stammers, her cheeks flushing and nipples stiffening despite her obvious dismay, before her eyes narrow again. "Anubilis!"\n\n"Correct, Senshi. Your lax keeping has finally allowed me to be freed!" you answer with a deep chuckle, pointing a claw-tipped finger at her. "And now you, and all of your magical girl ilk, will fall before the might of a fully empowered and masculine Anubilis!"\n\n"Not if I have anything to say about it!" she snaps, whipping out one of her ofuda as she strikes a dramatic pose... though you notice her legs seem slightly unsteady even as she does. Good, it looks like the power of your lust is already affecting her much more strongly than last time. You can even smell her arousal, strong and growing stronger just from the sight of you. You have the distinct advantage, and in your mind there is little question that you merely have to choose by what method you wish to succeed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dominate her with sexuality.|HLSenshi14x2]]\n\n[[Overpower her with physicality.|HLSenshi15x1]]\n\n[[Overwhelm her with magic.|HLSenshi16x1]]

You'd feel really silly if you tried either of those doors and found they didn't open because those are just projector screens, or tried to take down a book and found it was blank. Even worse would be falling asleep on the couch and waking up to some guy in a zombie getup asking you 'Sir, please move along through the attraction' in an exasperated tone. Talk about a moodkiller. Probably better just to keep going.\n\nAs you're walking down the hallway, a section of wall suddenly slides to the side and a white figure leaps forward, howling emphatically. It's a woman with long, scraggly white hair, her skin a flat white and her body barely covered in scraggly, faded rags, which don't do a lot to cover her rather impressive figure. Both the suddenness and her wild, ragged appearance are enough to make you jump! It's the first time the attraction has actively engaged you!\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and run!|HHHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Yelp... then force a laugh.|HHHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Applaud.|HHHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Prove you're not afraid! Grab those tits!|HHHplaceholder]]

Rather than let yourself be distracted by your sudden disadvantage, you immediately snap your other arm forward, grabbing the Senshi by the neck. She has a brief moment to look shocked at how little effect the ofuda had on you before you hurl her across the room and into another wall. She impacts heavily and drops, and before she can get up you're on her again, driving a kick into her side that lifts her up and smashes her through the wall she impacted, into the apartment next door to hers.\n\nYou take a moment to delicately use the very tip of two of your claws to grip a slightly-not-adhered edge of the ofuda and carefully peel it off, the paper crackling and jolting with little bits of energy as it comes away from your fur. Once it's off you toss it aside, then duck to get through the hole in the wall. The Senshi is still coughing a bit, having only managed to get to her hands and knees after the force of your kick and being knocked through a wall. As if you needed both arms to defeat her! Even with her greater than human strength, you're still several feet taller than her and all muscle. Moving with an almost casual negligence, you settle to your knees behind her and grab a handful of her long black hair, Sailor Mars giving a gasp as you yank back on her head, and another one as you casually rip the panties of her costume to shreds. You flick aside your own loincloth, revealing the massive, stiff ink black shaft jutting from your crotch, and slap it against her bare asscheeks a bit. Yeees, physically overpowering a hot little magical girl slut definitely has its appeal!\n\n"N-no, don't!" Sailor Mars pleads as you bring the tip of your prick down, pressing it up against her tight little pucker. She cries out as you push forward, spreading her tight ass open as you slowly but inexorably push inside her, her pale pucker stretching around your black pole. You don't stop until your large, furry black balls are pressing against her pussy. Then you begin to work in smooth, steady thrusts that nevertheless shake her entire body with their impact. "Ah, stop, stop, don't rape my ass, noooo!" the formerly proud and defiant Sailor Soldier whines as you pound into her tight little rear hole, her eyes rolling some as you fuck her.\n\n"Protest all you want, but you know you love it," you sneer, lips pulling away from your sharp teeth on one side as you look down on her. "You know this is what you're really meant for, pleasuring the cocks of youma, demons, and monsters, writhing beneath them as you're used as a cumdump."\n\n"Noooo, no!" she protests, even as your balls steadily get wetter and wetter from slapping against her cunt. Her flat belly bulges with the outline of your cock, visible beneath the tight white material of her costume, which is suddenly doing very little to stop the swaying and jiggling of her tits as your powerful hips drive against her ass. "Please, don't, stop! Don't... don't make me cum!" She arches her back, jutting those tits of hers out, nipples trying to drill through the thin white fabric. "Don't make me cum from being raped in the aaaasssss!" she whines, even as she starts to do just that, her stretched-tight hole squeezing and shuddering around you as her pussy starts gushing all over your balls.\n\nYou let out a booming, mocking laugh, just allowing it to keep rolling as you pick up speed, fucking her faster and faster, driving her shameful, forced orgasms on and on, her pleas degenerating into wordless protests and whines as your continued fucking drives her into humiliated climaxes overlapping each other, her eyes gradually rolling up and tongue lolling out, drool dripping from it down her chin and from her tongue and onto the floor. Her tits bounce higher and higher as you drive into her faster and harder, until you finally give a roar and shove forward hard, hilting inside her and starting to empty years upon years of backed-up cum into her. The outline of your cock gradually fades as her belly swells, rounding out more and more until the cloth of her costume begins to stretch thin, and then tears away, her bloated cumbelly spilling out and wobbling beneath her. Her eyes briefly look forward in utter shock, before they roll up completely as a splurt of cum gushes out of her mouth. You release your grip on her hair and she slumps forward, arms limp under her as she slides off of your cock, the jizz-smeared black length springing free of her and wobbling in the air as she collapses face-down on the floor, cum spurting from her stretched asshole and dribbling down over her cunt to form a growing pool on the floor. Her body continues to twitch in little aftershock orgasms, eyes still rolled up, her brain obviously still short-circuited for the foreseeable future.\n\nYes, that was just what you needed after your imprisonment... a good old-fashioned mahou shoujo beatdown followed by raping her unconscious. Hm, what now though?\n\n<hr>\n[[Move on to the next Senshi.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Secure the fate of this one first.|HLSenshi]]

Shrugging, you decide to just head on into the attraction. Giving the bored girl a polite nod, you step up to the large double doors at the entrance, and she gives a little shrug before pressing a button on the railing near where she's standing. The doors swing inward slowly with an overdone creaking noise that's obviously played from a speaker somewhere, and you step into the gloom of the entryway.\n\nThe entrance is a long hallway, with a few accoutrements on the wall to set the scene... a molded "antique" table with a candy bowl full of plastic eyeballs on it. (You snag one and put it in your pocket... there's nothing saying not to, so they must be free, right?) There's a plastic "antique" mirror on the wall showing projected ghost images, and doing a bad job of being a reflective surface otherwise. There's fake cobwebs on the corners and fake moans and chains clinking coming over speakers. Man, you hope the rest of this place is better than the entryway... though you have to admit that you are given a bit of a jumpworthy fright as the doors abruptly swing shut with an authentic-sounding <b>slam</b> behind you.\n\nYou head on forward, glancing aside at a tombstone-style sign on one wall reading 'Explore freely... AT YOUR OWN PERIL!' So apparently you can go wherever you can manage to go... it's a wonder they don't worry about people winding up in maintenance areas or something. Still, as you wander through the hallways, the wood paneling starts to look, well, a bit more like aged wood, the fake spider webs turn thinner and more spread out, making them look more like real webs, and the moaning and chains clinking becomes more muted and distant, making it sound... well, pretty damn creepy, actually. It's definitely starting to set the mood a lot better than the entryway did.\n\nYou walk along the hall a bit further until you notice that there are several doors and even some stairs you could take.\n\n<hr>\n[[The door on the left.|HHHMadSci1x1]]\n\n[[The door on the right.|HHHSpider1x1]]\n\n[[Stairs leading up.|HHHVamp1x1]]\n\n[[Keep going forward.|HHH2x2]]

Deciding you want to go in a bit further before you start just opening doors willy-nilly, like some overeager kid, you pass the various options up and just walk further down the hall.\n\nThey keep it very dim in here, surprisingly so... after all, you'd figure a place like this would have a lot of butt-covering safety procedures. But in fact the only light seems to be coming from authentic candles on the wall, pale white wax piled around their bases and even dripping to the floor in places, the flames flickering in unfelt breezes or even occasionally guttering in their own liquid wax. In spite of your confidence that this is all just a theme park attraction, your heart starts pounding harder at the thought of the candles going out and leaving you in this increasingly authentic old mansion hallway in the dark. Especially since those distant moans and chains clanking are doing a good job of sounding like they're <i>moving</i> now, occasionally drawing closer in the hallway behind you before suddenly stopping with the sound of a slamming door, as if... well, as if it were an actual person (or something) that had taken one of the passages you hadn't.\n\nYou're not sure whether that makes you more or less eager to take one of the paths you see now, but you're definitely in the mood by now. Besides, you're starting to wonder how much scarier it could get... or if you might wind up going all the way through without seeing something really cool.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the door on the right.|HHHMaint1x1]]\n\n[[Take the stairs going down.|HHHMummy1x1]]\n\n[[Take the door on the left.|HHHTorture1x1]]\n\n[[Keep going!|HHH2x3]]

Psh, like you'd really be afraid! Sure, you jumped a little when there was a shrieking howl from somewhere behind you, but just because it was so sudden! Geez, they really ought to lead into that sort of thing, someone might think it was real!\n\nYou keep walking, and soon find yourself in a sort of... you guess they called this kind of place a "sitting room". Y'know, what they called living rooms before there were TVs or radios to make it worth living in. The weird thing is, it looks... well, real. Like, the furniture is actually wood and cloth and looks pretty old, the bookshelf seems to be stocked with authentic books, the fire in the fireplace looks like actual logs burning. More than that, there are tall windows and doors on either side that lead outside. It was early morning when you went in, but it looks like late night now, and you know you haven't been in here that long. But it really does look like the outside, one side looking out on some sort of overgrown, ill-tended garden atrium, the other on a backyard that, to judge by the stone shapes sticking up and reflecting grey stone in the light of a full moon, is more of a graveyard.\n\nHow are they even managing this? It doesn't look like there are just screens over the windows... there's too much depth and clarity, and the sound of water bubbling in the algae-infested fountain is too perfect to just be targeted speakers (you think). There's apparently nothing to stop you from walking through either door. You find yourself eyeing said doors a bit nervously, catching yourself worrying that something might come in through them. You make yourself calm down, taking a few deep breaths to slow your heart. Even if something came through, it'd just be a park employee in a costume, right? ... Right?\n\n... Right. Anyway, you spot another hallway entrance across the room, obviously the way to continue on further into the haunted house. Though there can't be <i>that</i> much further to go... can there?\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out the atrium.|HHHAtrium1x1]]\n\n[[Visit the graveyard.|HHHGraveyard1x1]]\n\n[[Look at the books.|HHHBookshelf1x1]]\n\n[[Nap on the couch.|HHHCouch1x1]]\n\n[[Head down the other hallway.|HHH2x4]]

"Yeah, okay, deal, I guess," you agree after a few moments' thought. "I'll give you the dumb hairpin if you'll get rid of my curse."\n\n"Good, good!" Happosai chirps. "You can set off to search in the morning!" His big lantern-like eyes glint. "Feel free to strip down and take a sexy, sexy bath in the stream before you turn in tonight!"\n\n"Pass," you reply flatly.\n\nEventually you turn in to sleep (after thoroughly tying up Happosai in his own bedroll), belly full of chicken and head full of thoughts of getting rid of your curse. Waking up in the morning, you're so excited that you set off before you remember that Happosai hasn't told you where to go... oh, and that you also left him tied up. After grousing for awhile, Happosai eventually points. "That way! Go that way! Be on the lookout for temple steps, shining lights, old stone shrines, things like that!"\n\n"Fine, fine, geez," you grumble, heading off in the opposite direction from where you'd originally started out. You're soon surrounded by old growth trees and fairly thick undergrowth, tiny bits of sunlight filtering in through holes in the canopy and spreading like miniature spotlights. It's very pretty, but you've got other things on your mind. You look around for anything that seems like it might lead to some... secret temple, or hidden shrine, but you're not spotting anything, and starting to get steadily more aggravated as time goes on.\n\nThen you go and stub your toe on something. You yelp and hop a few times, then growl and bend down, rummaging through the undergrowth for whatever you accidentally kicked. When you first pull it up, your heart leaps... a leaf! And then even more annoyance sets in as you realize this can't possibly be the leaf hairpin Happosai is looking for. It's too big, for one thing... a bit bigger than one of your girl-form's hands. For another, it's some sort of glazed stone... fired clay, you think, glossy green on top and left grey underneath. No pin or anything for attaching it, either. What a tease!\n\n<hr>\n[[Drop it.|FRanX11x1]]\n\n[[Smash it.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it.|FRanX4x2]]

You sigh a bit as you remember that you did make a deal with Happosai. The old man's wrath aside, you do generally prefer to honor your deals when possible. (Usually. Often. Sometimes.) Besides, if it does anything weird to the person who puts it on, you'd rather the weird happened to him instead of you.\n\nTucking the hairpin in your pocket, you head back towards Happosai's camp. He's already there when you arrive, and immediately leaps up to his little feet as you enter the clearing. "So, did you find it, my boy?! Did you find the hairpin?!"\n\nHim calling you 'my boy' while staring at your boobs aside, you reach into your pocket and pull out the hairpin, holding it up in answer. Happosai claps his hands together and rubs them vigorously. "Excellent! Excellent work! Hand it over and I'll put it to use immediately!"\n\nYou hesitate just a moment. You've decided to give it to him... but you do find him intensely annoying, after all. It's obvious how bad he wants it... you could always humiliate him a bit and make him grovel before you hand it over.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hand over the pin.|FRanX4x4]]\n\n[[Make him beg.|FRanX5x1]]

Happosai twitches, but repeats quickly, ""I'll always be a shriveled old geezer!"\n\n"'I sure am jealous that Ranma is young and hot and I'm gonna croak any day now!'"\n\nYou can almost hear the arrogant old martial artist's teeth grind together, but he repeats eagerly enough, "I sure am jealous that Ranma is young and hot and I'm gonna croak any day now!"\n\nLaughing, you drop the hairpin in the dirt next to him and step back, reassured of the superiority of youth over experience. Happosai quickly snatches the hairpin from the dirt and jams it on his small lock of hair, and immediately disappears into a cloud of smoke with a loud *POMF*. You quickly cough and wave your hand around, trying to clear the smoke away, then blink when it gradually does, revealing that you're the only one left in the clearing. 'Where the hell did that little old fart go?' you think.\n\n"Why, I'm right here, my boy!" Except that the voice that says it is your own, and you have the distinctly strange sensation of your lips and jaw moving without your permission. Your eyes widen... or at least it feels like they should... as your hands move on their own, ripping your shirt open so that your tits bounce free, a force beyond your control moving your hands to start kneading them, the pleasurable sensations spreading through your body as you're forced to molest yourself, squeezing the supple flesh and pinching at the stiffened nipples. "Sweeto!"\n\n'What the hell?! How are you doing this?!' you demand in a panic, only feeling more fearful as your mouth doesn't move at the attempt to speak and one of your hands slides down the front of your pants to tease your moistened slit.\n\n"You should read your fairy tales more, Ranma! One of the abilities tanuki are said to have is the ability to possess people!" Happosai replies with your own mouth, laughing. Luckily he puts your hands to other use quickly, grabbing a canteen and a kettle, putting them over the fire. "So you see, I won't always be a shriveled old man, because now I'm <i>you</i>! Still, as fun as it is to fondle these tits all I want, it's a bit strange when I feel it too. I think I'll get you changed before I go pay sweet Akane a visit."\n\n'What?! No, not Akane! Not with my body!' you yelp silently.\n\n"Ohhh? You have a better idea?" Happosai sneers, tweaking one of your nipples and making you internally yelp.\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince him to choose another body.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Convince him to choose another girl.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Hm. Actually, a ceramic leaf seems a little too coincidental a thing to be out here, now that you think about it. Maybe it will come in handy. You tuck it into the waistband of your pants, then resume your search.\n\nIt takes another half hour or so before you finally find the temple. Strangely enough, it wasn't there the first time you looked... just a pair of trees with nothing but more forest behind them. But as you take a second glance, some sunlight has broken through the canopy of leaves and poured down between the trees, and you now see a set of temple steps leading up a rather tall hill. That's... pretty funky, you've gotta admit. Deciding to hurry before a cloud passes in front of the sun again or something, you zip forward and race up the steps.\n\nAt the top of the steps is a relatively small stone slab, maybe twenty feet on a side, and towards the back of it is a shrine set around a Tanuki statue about your own height. It has the typical hat, big drumlike belly, and massive balls, but this one also has a mighty shaft to go along with its balls, jutting up in the air and almost going higher than its own head. Geez, must've been a pervy sculptor. Still, this has to be what you're looking for. You examine it for a few moments, but see no sign of anything leaf-shaped at all. Then you notice that the statue's straw hat has a slot in it... aha!\n\nPulling the leaf out of your waistband, you slip the rounded end into the slot. A perfect fit! You step back, and there's a faint hum and a glow from the lower part of the statue. The same character appears on each of the statue's massive stone balls: 'Rub'. Seriously? Blushing and grimacing, you take a quick look around to make sure no one's walked up and is likely to see you do this. The things you do to reclaim your manhood! Sighing, you settle onto your knees and reach forward, starting to run your hands around on the massive carved sack of the tanuki statue. Whoever made this thing put a lot of detail into it... there's lots of little folds and wrinkles, and despite the firm, unyielding stone feel of it, it's distinctly like you're running your hands over the real thing. They're even warm! Though you're not sure if that's from the sunlight or whatever magic is at work here.\n\nAfter a few minutes, when you're just starting to feel <i>really</i> stupid and about to give up, there's a popping noise and a flick of motion. Your hand moves almost automatically, snatching the object as it flies from the tip of the tanuki statue's stone cock. Looking at it... yup, it's a hairpin, a leaf made of silver and emeralds. Vowing never to tell anyone, <i>especially</i> Happosai, how you obtained this thing, you stand up and head back down the steps.\n\nAt the bottom, you pause. Wait a second... you've got the magic item now! What do you need Happosai for? Sure, he said that only he could use it properly, but he could have just as easily been lying. Besides, he'll surely use it for highly perverted mischief. Wouldn't it be better to try and use it for yourself...? Or at the least, maybe sell it to the weird old antiquities shop guy, maybe he'd trade you something more useful.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use it.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Trade it.|FRanX9x1]]\n\n[[Give it to Happosai.|FRanX4x3]]

"Yeah, fine, here," you say with a sigh, giving the pin a small toss to him. "Just remember, you promised!"\n\n"I know, I know!" Happosai chirps as he catches the pin, then reaches up to slip it onto his little tuft of hair. There's a *POMF* noise and a sudden cloud of smoke, making you cough and wave a hand in front of your face reflexively. As the smoke clears, you can't help but stare at Happosai as he comes back into view. He's actually a little taller, though some of that may be his big round belly. He's got raccoon ears now, and a ringed tail jutting from the back of his pants... pants that are, in the front, stretched over a pair of massive balls. The little old pervert cackles, hauling on the front of his waistband and making the bulge jiggle. "I feel more potent than I did when I was a teenager!"\n\nYou make a face and turn away a little bit. "Oversharing, geez. Just make with the turning me back into a guy already."\n\n"Fine, fine, if that's what you really want," the transformed Happosai says with a sigh. "I will. But think carefully! It will mean saying goodbye to those sweet titties forever! And all the joy they've brought!"\n\nYou start to snap that of course you want to be a guy again... then actually hesitate, lips parted. You don't know about "joy", but your girl form has definitely had its uses over the years. The sheer amount of free stuff you've gotten and the guys you've been able to manipulate just by acting cute and flashing a bit of cleavage has been amazing. You've defeated Happosai himself more than once that way. You find yourself tempted not to change back into a guy at all, but actually enhance your female shape. After all, shapeshifting and illusions are what tanuki do... could Happosai give you even <i>more</i> power to beguile men's minds with your boobs...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Choose maleness.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Choose femaleness.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Later," you call absently to Ranma in reply to his earlier greeting, hearing him echo it back just as inattentively as you walk out into the hall. Letting the door close, you access the menu and then pull up a list of the NPCs. It's easy enough to find out where they are... tapping their name brings up a marker on the map window, allowing you to go right to whoever interests you.\n\nIt's mostly a question of who interests you, really.\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanTat5x1]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanTat2x2]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanTat6x1]]

Hm, doing Nabiki as a guy does sound better. Actually, the more you think about it, the more you think that taking the moneygrubbing, amoral Tendo sister down a peg or ten really appeals. Grinning, you step quietly up to the door of her room and carefully open it to peek in. It looks like you've caught her in the midst of a workout... she's wearing a snug black one-piece with a loose orange shirt over it, dancing in repetitive steps to some chipper tune from the slim boombox sitting on the floor nearby.\n\nAlready a very appealing image. It certainly helps along the idea of what you had in mind... after all, your tattoo makes it so that she'll enjoy whatever you do. Actually, it said she could become <i>addicted</i> to sex with you. Nabiki as being literally hooked on getting stuffed with your cock certainly sounds like a good deal.\n\nTaking a moment to check that none of the other characters nearby seem to be moving towards you, you slip out of your pants, your cock already hard and jutting in front of you. While you're at it, you ditch your shirt as well. No real need for it. You continue to peek through the door, watching her dance merrily about, looking cheerful and free-spirited as opposed to the sarcastic, snide side she usually shows others. Well, soon she'll be showing you something else she doesn't let anyone else see. Grinning, you access the debug menus again and manifest a tube of lube, smearing a nice, thick layer of it over your cock as you continue to watch.\n\nAs she spins around and wiggles her ass in that tight little spandex, you see the perfect opening... good thing, too, since it was getting hard to restrain yourself! You quickly slip into the room and knock the door closed after you, pouncing on her from behind. Nabiki gives a loud "Oof!" as you shove her down, bent over the side of her bed, one of your hands keeping her pressed down, the other yanking the back of her one-piece to the side.\n\n"What are you UNNNH!" Nabiki jerks forward as you stuff your heavily-lubed cock right up her ass, her whole body shaking as you go balls-deep in her from that very first thrust. Man, between this super lube and your enhanced strength, you just slid right in, despite the tightness and her trembling telling you that you've just taken her anal virginity. You wonder if she's still virgin in other places... specifically her still somewhat spandex-covered pussy as you start thrusting, grabbing hold of her hips and starting to pound your prick into her ass. She groans and gasps, her own noises adding to the lewd, wet squelching of your cock pumping into her ass, heated lube trickling and oozing down onto her pussy. "F-fuck, stop," she pleads, though the pleasure in her voice doesn't make it sound very sincere.\n\n"Shut up, bitch, you love being fucked up the ass," you growl, delivering a good firm slap to her toned butt. She yelps, her asshole squeezing tightly around your length, but the loud moan she gives sounds a lot like agreement. You lean forward and slip your hands under that loose orange shirt, kneading her tits through the layer of black spandex hugging them. She moans even louder at that, her hips starting to move on their own and buck back towards you, thrusting herself towards your pumping cock. "In fact, beg me for it. Beg like the slut you are."\n\n"Oh fuck, oh <i>fuck</i>," Nabiki gasps out, the normally calm and collected girl now flushed and frazzled, hair plastered against her forehead with sweat. "Please... please..." \n\n"Please what?" you demand, stopping your thrusts. Straightening up, you give her butt a good firm squeeze, then another slap.\n\nShe yelps again, but as if the spank had jarred something loose, she blurts out, "Please, rape my ass! I want it, I need you to rape my ass until I cum!" She whimpers out another few incoherent pleas, wiggling her hips towards you.\n\nLaughing derisively, you give a few more quick, noisy thrusts, making her moan like a whore again, then actually pull out, enjoying her whine of disappointment. You let your lubed cock rub across her ass, smearing her bare buttock on one side and the bunched black spandex on the other. "Hm... I don't know... I don't think you deserve it..."\n\n"Please, please, fuck my ass," she begs pathetically, looking over her shoulder at you with desperation in her pretty brown eyes.\n\n"Well. Maybe if you pay me to rape your worthless little butthole, how about that?"\n\n"Yes, yes!" Nabiki nods frantically at that. "Just tell me what you want, I'll pay you whatever, just please rape me some more!"\n\n"How about everything in your bank account?" you say in a thoughtful tone, as if you were considering that as the lowest starting price.\n\nHer eyes widen at that, and she presses her face into the bedsheets, groaning loudly in dismay, her desire and need for your dick obviously at war with her entire concept of self. You help her along by rubbing your cock along the cleft of her ass, letting the underside of your shaft tease her butthole. She gasps, then lets out another dismayed groan, not lifting her face from the bed as she makes feeble gestures towards the desk. "Checkbook... ch-checkbook..."\n\n"Stay right there," you order as you get up and walk over to the desk, spotting the checkbook after a moment and snagging it. You turn back and enjoy the look of her with her face pressed to the bed, moaning pitifully and wagging her hips like the horny slut you've turned her into. You toss the checkbook and the pen onto the bed beside her face, watching as she pushes herself up and flips to a blank check, starting to write frantically. You settle down behind her and distract her by poking and nudging the tip of your cock up against her glistening asshole, making her twitch and moan, and ruin one check before she shakingly manages to get most of the way through a second. "And don't forget to fill out what it's for. You know what I wanna see," you add on a whim, grinning as she whimpers a little and begins writing. Finally she rips the check out and holds it back towards you with a shaking hand. You've got to admit that the amount is impressive (the program has kindly translated it into American dollars for you), but grin broadly at the 'For:' field: 'Raping me up the ass like the bitch whore I am.'\n\nLaughing, you toss the check aside and grip her hips. "That's a good bitch," you compliment as you slam back into her, making her squeal exultantly as you start fucking her faster and harder than before. Apparently you've broken her pride since she now starts up a litany of pleading and verbal self-abuse as you pump your throbbing prick into her eager asshole, putting her whole body into fucking back against you.\n\n"Oh god yes, rape my stupid bitch ass, fuck me like a whore and use me as a cumdump, fuck my worthless shithole, fuck me, rape my bitch hole, please, please," she groans out, her eyes rolling up some and her tongue poking out. You have to give her points for creativity, if not necessarily coherence. You also have to give her a load of your cum as her stream of consciousness insults combine with the feel of her squeezing, almost sucking asshole to get you off. Grunting loudly, you shove forward hard and begin spilling a nice, thick load of spunk deep into her ass. Nabiki yowls ecstatically, the noise trailing off into a happy gurgle, her eyes rolled up almost completely and a brainless smile on her lips.\n\nYou pant to catch your breath as you look down at her. You're not done by a longshot... in fact you're betting you could fuck forever if you wanted, since this is a program afterall. But now what to do with this once-haughty self-made rich bitch you've turned into a penniless cock-hungry slut...? It occurs to you that making her debase herself and <i>you</i> getting paid for it was a real turnon. The tattoo's powers could make you a hell of a [[pimp|RanTatplaceholder]], it seems. Of course, there's also the fact that breaking Nabiki was a hell of a lot of fun all on its own... you could finish the job by [[sexually destroying her|RanTatplaceholder]].

Ah, Miss Moneybags. You can see by the map that she's in her room, just a few doors away. The question is, do you approach her as a guy or a girl?\n\n<hr>\n[[Guy.|RanTat2x3]]\n\n[[Girl.|RanTatplaceholder]]

As Beast Boy hangs on the very edge of orgasming from your cock raping his virgin ass, you reach out and place a hand on the back of his head, a corona of black energy surrounding it. His eyes and mouth open wide, his entire head trembling violently as you begin violating his mind as well, sifting through each of his private and personal memories before tossing them in the fire of your power to feed it. His eyes gradually roll up in his head and go glassy as you annihilate more and more of his self, and just before you rip out the core of his being and devour it, you give another part of his brain a little nudge.\n\nAlmost instantly he changes beneath you, going from a humanoid on all fours to a donkey standing on its hooves. As if being freed from human form as well as thought had been the last thing he needed for release, he lets out a long, animal bray, his hard equine cock twitching and starting to blast thick splashes of cum all over the floor as you eliminate the last shreds of his humanity. Moaning as the donkey's ass squeezes and flexes around your cock, you grab its flanks and pump into it a last few times before starting to spill your own load deep into its hole, the animal giving another bray and a few more spurts of thick equine jizz in response.\n\nAfter a few moments, you pull your cock out and circle around the animal. Its eyes hold a purely bestial intelligence, and its gaze follows you with a faint sense of purely feral devotion. Its cock remains completely hard jutting beneath it, proof that as much of an animal as it is, it still bears hints of demonic corruption... it will be eternally hard and always eager to spill another load. Smiling and deciding to indulge yourself a little, you crawl beneath the donkey that was formerly a superhero and shift to place your asshole up against the flared head of its cock, bracing your hands against its forelegs. No quips or silly jokes, but just another "Hee-hawwwww!" comes from above as you push your eager hole back onto that long, thick, throbbing animal cock, your own prick still stiff and jutting beneath you as you begin rocking back and forth, using your new pet as a convenient dildo.\n\nYou let your own eyes roll up just a little, a smile on your lips as you buck back against the long equine dick until its green-furred balls are slapping against your smooth grey ones. You're enjoying the animal groans and brays of the donkey almost as much as the hot, thick cock inside you, each one reminding you that the mindless fuck-beast above you was once a wisecracking savior of the world. What more utter defeat could there be, you wonder, moaning happily as your ass clamps down around donkey's cock as your own dick begins spurting cum on the undersides of your tits, the brainless beast giving another bray as it spurts a thick load deep into your belly.\n\nOnce you've slipped out from under the donkey and taken a moment to clean up the cum with a flash of your power, you mentally direct the beast to take a few different forms, just judging how they look. Hm, all of them being green is kind of eh, but oh well. Maybe you can fix it later. You briefly try, just out of curiosity, to have it change back to a human form, but nothing happens... apparently you've burned the humanity out of it too thoroughly, ah well. Settling on a large timber wolf form, you grip the shaggy animal's sides and slide your cock back into its ass, its spearlike cock unsheathed and dripping as you slowly and thoughtfully begin to fuck it.\n\nNow, where to from here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[On to Robin.|Rook2x2]]\n\n[[Take your new toy and go home.|Rook]]

Hm. Actually, you think you have a great idea. Now that the former Beast Boy is just your mindless pet, you have quite a bit of power over him... including access to his unique ability. Smiling, you pull your cock out of the wolf's ass and stand, your beast falling into line with you, though its soft panting says that your aborted assfucking has left it even more aroused and eager for more. \n\nYou wipe away the rune on Robin's door before sweeping it open. To his credit, he goes from sitting and reading to leaping to the attack almost instantly, and if you hadn't already been powered up from your domination of your previous victim his kick might have sent you slamming back into the wall, a painful greeting indeed. Instead black aura appears around his arms and legs and yanks him roughly to the ground, slamming him against the floor just hard enough to briefly stun him. You flick your hand, drawing him up onto hands and knees.\n\n"Who are you?! Are you one of Trigon's offspring? What are you doing here?!" he demands tersely, though the lenses of his mask go wide as you rip his costume free, baring his lean, toned body. You leave the mask on, mostly just because you think it looks kind of cute-sexy.\n\n"Rook, obviously, and numerous things," you answer genially and in order, sauntering around him and getting a look from all angles, enjoying the sight of his cock hanging down limp and his vulnerable ass in full 'up and presented' position despite his defiance.\n\n"What have you done to Beast Boy?" he demands further as he watches the green wolf follow along after you.\n\n"Oh, I'm afraid Beast Boy is gone. That's just my servant, who happens to be the meat that Beast Boy used to occupy. Hup!" you add, not giving Robin any time to process what he's told before the wolf mounts up behind him, wrapping its forelegs around his middle and thrusting forward.\n\n"Nnghk!" Robin grits his teeth as the wolf's large, slick cock slams into his ass. The beast wastes no time, starting to rape its former friend without a hint of hesitation or remorse, its flat tongue lolling out as it pants and thrusts eagerly. You smile and stroke your cock languidly, enjoying the sight of Robin's cock wobbling and swaying limply beneath him as he's fucked by the big canine, and then gradually start to stiffen and rise. By the time the wolf's knot is starting to swell and slap against the Boy Wonder's pucker between his spread cheeks, Robin's cock is stiff and jutting beneath his belly, letting loose a near-constant stream of pre as he obviously tries desperately to hold out against the pleasure.\n\nStepping forward, you place your hand on his head, simultaneously beginning the process of raping his mind and transferring energy between him and the beast on his back and inside his ass. His eyes go wide, but to his credit he manages not to cry out even as you sift through and discard his memories one by one. As each one disappears into the flames of corruption, slight bits of change come over his body, his fingers shrinking and hands curling, back legs shifting and shortening as his feet too gradually become paws, face pushing forward into a muzzle and crimson fur spreading across his entire body. As you finish absorbing and erasing the last of his knowledge, his tail pushes free and his face completes its change, the mask becoming rings of midnight fur around solid white eyes. As you free him of the last of his humanity, the green wolf on the red wolf's back slams forward, forcing his knot into the tight canine hole beneath him, both beasts giving long howls as they start spilling their loads.\n\nAfter a few moments the green wolf twists, shifting around on the red wolf's back until it can turn completely to face away, having made the red wolf thoroughly its bitch. Grinning, you straddle the red wolf and slide your cock into the green wolf's ass again, only taking a few pumps to get yourself off. Then you slide underneath the red wolf, sucking and slurping its eternally unsheathed and eager cock until the green wolf's knot deflates enough to slide out, a rush of cum spilling into the red fur surrounding the newer beast's well-fucked ass. Licking your lips, you stand up, having the red beast shift into a few different animals just to make sure it got that ability. Then you turn your thoughts to your last male target. ... Hm. You're really not certain of the whole, ah, fuckability factor of Cyborg anyway. Oh well, you'll have to skip the fun part and go directly to the mind wipe and change, you're powerful enough to do that now.\n\nWhen Cyborg's door opens, he barely has time to lift his head from the computer he's typing at and give a "Huh?!" of surprise before green and red energy leaps from the beasts at your side to you and flies from your hands as a blast of midnight that slams into Cyborg and surrounds his entire body. He yells out and staggers from the chair before starting to collapse forward, arms and legs already changing, metal hooves slamming to the ground as he hits on all fours. He tosses his head as his brain and hard drive are both sifted and wiped, a mane of fiber optic cables bursting out of the back of his head and down his neck as he does, his face lengthening, the parts of his skin showing quickly growing a layer of coarse brown horsehide. In mere seconds a cybernetic Clydesdale stands in front of you, snorting and watching you with one mindless brown eye and one soulless red one. Of course, your attention quickly goes to the immense chrome cock jutting below its belly.\n\nKneeling and crawling forward, you run your hands along the perfectly smooth, somehow both cold and hot metal, back to the gleaming blue glass balls dangling from below its metal sheath. Moaning at what a beautiful and cruel work you've produced, you slide your lips over the sculpted, gleaming flare of the cyber-horse's cockhead, sliding your mouth down its full length until your throat is bulging and the flare is practically in your belly. You bob your head, sucking and gulping, and forming an equally large rod out of black energy to push into the beast's rubbery asshole, fucking it in time with the motions of your head until it spills a thick artificial load of colorless goo into your stomach.\n\nSliding your mouth free, you stand and direct your newest pet to match its form to the other two, the cyber-beast becoming a dark brown and silver cyber-wolf with a gleaming chrome spear jutting beneath its belly. Excellent. Now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... go after Raven and Starfire.|Rook2x3]]\n\n[[... make Raven and Starfire come to you.|Rook]]

Nudging the cyborg horse to shift forms to match the other two animals, the better to proceed down the hallway, you and your little wolf pack make your way down the hall to Starfire's room.\n\nThis time you simply blast the door out of existence, near-instantly wrapping both Starfire and Raven in bands of your power and simultaneously tearing their clothing away.. Starfire's perky tits jiggle while Raven's larger ones wobble at suddenly being unsupported, both of them hanging in midair as you stride in, bare breasts and equally bare cock swaying, the prowling, aroused wolves hot on your tail.\n\n"What is the meaning of this?!" Starfire demands, thrashing in her bonds, eyes glowing briefly before sputtering and returning to normal. The alien girl looks even more shocked at her inability to access her powers than at being suspended and stripped naked, and after a moment redoubles her efforts, slender muscles flexing and straining, not noticing the practically wanton way she shakes her tits or clenches her ass.\n\n"Rook," Raven snarls, glowering at you, before she notices the wolves. Her eyes go wide in horror. "Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg!" Her gaze whips back to you, eyes narrowing. "What did you do to them?!"\n\n"Erased their minds, took control of their bodies, made them my loyal beast-servants," you answer breezily. "What does it look like?"\n\nRaven lets out a sound of despair and fury, her eyes glowing solid white and then red, the dark black slashes above them starting to slit open red as well. Laughing, you step over to her and run a fingertip around one of her dark grey nipples. "Now now, little sister! Do you <i>want</i> to become a conduit for Father's power like I am...?"\n\nThat makes her hesitate, and you can see that she has to fight down the impulse, her upper eyes gradually closing fully again and her lower ones ceasing their glow. She stares down at the wolves with their empty animal eyes, then looks helplessly at you. "Just... just don't do that to Starfire. I'll... I'll do whatever you say, please."\n\n<hr>\n[["Very well."|Rook2x4]]\n\n[["I think not."|Rook5x1]]

"Very well then." You smile and raise your hands, a flash of black resolving into a thick leather collar with glowing silvery runes etched around the inside of the band. "I trust you know what this is?"\n\n"... It's a Collar of Korkarrum," Raven says in a resigned, helpless tone, staring at it dully. "If I put it on of my own free will, I'll be soul-bound to loyally follow the orders of whoever gave it to me."\n\n"If you put it on, I do hereby swear by the Demon Code that I will not wipe Starfire's mind or change her form. I'll throw in that I promise not to injure or kill her or any of that," you add, lifting one hand to roll it around. "Just for fairness."\n\n"No, friend Raven! Do not do this!" Starfire yelps.\n\n"Sorry, Star. It's the only way." Raven looks back at you, then gives a small nod. "I agree, by the Demon Code."\n\nGrinning, you lower her to the floor and release her bonds. Raven hesitates for a moment, glaring angrily at you and obviously considering going back on her word... but apparently deciding there are too many risks, steps forward and accepts the collar from your hands. She closes her eyes to summon the fortitude to lift it, then brings it up and slides the leather around her own neck, pulling the end through the latch and doing it up. She gasps as there's a bright flash from the runes, eternally sealing the device on her and insuring an eternity of servitude.\n\n"Good girl," you coo. "Let's test it. Orgasm."\n\nRaven's eyes widen a split-second before they roll up slightly, her hips bucking where she stands as her pussy immediately squirts, spattering her inner thighs as her nipples stiffen into hard grey pebbles. She shudders and makes a low gurgling noise, before panting and staring at you. "W-wha-"\n\n"Just checking how far the control goes, obviously. Your body is mine to control, darling... so obviously it would be easier if you just didn't fight it and did what I told you anyway." You can see the shamefaced realization and acceptance of defeat wash over her face before you walk past her, moving to sit on the side of Starfire's bed. Spreading your legs to let your balls dangle down and your cock jut up, you beckon with a finger. "Now get on all fours like the bitch you are, and crawl over here to suck my cock."\n\nFar too quickly and smoothly for it to be only the collar forcing her to do so, Raven sinks down to her hands and knees, turning around to dog-walk over to you, bare ass shaking and bare tits swaying beneath her. She settles in between your legs, expression sad as she drags her tongue up your dark grey shaft, eyes rolled up to look at your smirking face as she does. Your little sister continues to lick at your cock and, eventually without even being directed, to duck her head down and suckle at your smooth-skinned balls, rolling her tongue over them before rising up to slide her lips over the head and work her way down. "Mmm, careful there, I might think you were enjoying this," you taunt her in a low coo of a voice, glancing up at Starfire who's still hanging in midair, watching with a mingled anger and disgust, though there's just a bit of aroused heat in those alien eyes as well.\n\nEventually though you grab Raven's hair, tugging her up off of your cock and giving her a guiding yank-shove up onto the bed. Smacking her ass and ordering her to face the rest of the room, you settle into position behind her, grabbing her hips and then starting to slowly push your cock into your little sister's sopping wet pussy. Raven groans loudly in ashamed pleasure, her demon-tainted cunt eagerly squeezing around your demon-tainted cock, her body having little further reason to deny that this is what it's always wanted. You glance up at Starfire again, seeing that arousal is now trickling in glistening lines down her inner thighs, and with a grin you direct her down onto all fours on the floor.\n\n"What is this? What are you doing?" the alien demands, her eyes going wide as the red wolf makes its way behind her. "Friend Robin, wait!" she calls, before crying out as the wolf mounts up and plunges its long, thick crimson cock into her and begins pounding away, quickly making her eyes start to roll up in her head and lewd sounds of wanton desire start to issue from that slender orange throat.\n\n"S-Starfire!" Raven gasps, the stutter having as much to do with you giving your cock a hard thrust into her as shock. "But you said-!"\n\n"I promised not to mind wipe, injure, or kill her, little sister, I never said anything about letting her go," you purr as you begin driving your prick into her cunt, making it spatter wetness across her thighs, your balls, and her best friend's bed with every thrust. "But I'll tell you what, if her mind survives a year or so of being raped nonstop by animals, she's free to take it and leave, alright?"\n\nAnd so, as your little sister has her first cock-induced orgasm, she watches her best female friend being pounded to her own orgasm by the wolf that was once her best male friend, and has your mocking laughter in her ears.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Rook2xEnd]]

... Hm. Wouldn't that actually solve a lot of problems at once? After all, he'd be one of the biggest threats if you otherwise got discovered as pregnant, and if you instead hook up with him and convince him the kid's his, you can continue to stay in the dojo and maybe get Akane off your back. Plus, you realize you have the perfect excuse. It might help to take a few extra steps, but you can manage that. Bidding Tofu a distracted goodbye, you hurry out of the office and back to the dojo to dig through Happosai's collection.\n\nYou wait until that night when everyone's gone to bed before rapping on the doorframe of Soun's room. "Hey, Uncle? There's something I need to talk to you about."\n\n"Yes, come in, Ranma," his voice answers. You slide open the door and slip inside before closing it after you. The mustachioed man is sitting still wearing his gi, legs folded and eyes closed, apparently having been meditating, although he opens his eyes once you're inside. "What is it you need?"\n\n"Ah, well, y'know, I've been doin' a lot of thinking lately, about me and Akane," you answer, rubbing at your arm with one hand and glancing upward. "And how we just can't seem to make it work. But I know how important it is to you and Pops to have our schools joined by marriage, but the last time we switched it to Nabiki that didn't go so good, and it'd just be the same thing there with Kasumi, yanno, and..."\n\nYou trail off, Soun giving you a sour look. "Ranma, is this yet another plea to break off the engagement?"\n\n"No, no, like I said I get how important it is!" you rush to assure him, waving your hands a bit. "Just, I've been thinking, and maybe there's a better way to do it."\n\n"A... better way?" Soun frowns thoughtfully, brow furrowing the faintest bit.\n\n"Yeah. See, I figured..." Her, you give him a smile, letting it turn a bit sultry. "That I can just marry you, Uncle."\n\n"... What?" Soun stares at you as if thinking he clearly must have heard you wrong, though his eyes widen as you undo the tie of your pants and let them drop, then undo the clasps of your shirt and shrug out of it... revealing the white bridal lingerie you're wearing underneath it. Well, the white satin bra, the frilly white garter belt, and the white lace stockings... the panties didn't fit quite right so you decided to just leave them off. (You were kind of worried he might notice your stockinged feet and ruin the impact of the surprise, but apparently his eyes never got to the floor.) "Ah... ah, Ranma, what are you saying, what, what do you," he stammers, clearly having a tough time kicking his brain into gear.\n\n"I mean, I'm a girl like this, right?" you ask, putting your hands on your bare hips and tilting them at an angle to show off your bare crotch, and display your pussylips to him as much as your position allows. "So it could just as easy be a cross-generational marriage. And our kids could carry on the joined school as well as mine and Akane's could, right?"\n\n"Our... our... our..." Soun looks somewhere between absolutely captivated and absolutely comatose, his eyes having lost a bit of focus.\n\n"Yes, exactly!" You smile, both to continue winning him over and because you're sure you've got him. "So now, let's get to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-planning the wedding."|FRanX]]\n\n[["-making one."|FRanX24x2]]

You move in close, pressing your lips to Soun's and sliding your tongue across his lips, hands sliding over his shoulders. After all, the best move is to convince him the kid's his ASAP, right? You can feel him just sitting there for a few moments, not reacting, until he cracks and starts kissing you back hungrily, his own tongue diving into your mouth.\n\n'I mean he's actually pretty good at this,' you think, despite the weirdness of kissing a guy (totally different than fucking one!). And you maybe kind of think that once you're established as his wife you'll make him shave the mustache because that's just weird. You lean yourself down a little more, running your hands down his chest and into his gi top, feeling the muscles that are really well-maintained for an old guy, and then down far enough to squeeze the now obvious bulge in his pants. 'Whoa, he's way~ bigger than either Hiroshi or Daisuke!' you think, in a mingling of desire and some slight intimidation.\n\nThen you give a little yelp as Soun suddenly topples you over and onto your back on his futon, looming above you with his eyes in shadow, face a mask of determination as he pulls off his gi top to bare said muscles, and shove down his pants to free that stiff, towering pillar of flesh. 'O-oh yeah, way bigger,' you think, staring at a little and wondering if maybe you've bitten off more than you can chew if he's gone all Warrior Mode. Uhhh, how long has it been since his wife died, again? Exactly how backed-up is he?\n\nTo your surprise what happens next is him diving down, hauling your stocking-clad thighs onto his shoulders as he starts applying his tongue and lips to your bare pussy. You let out another squeak of shock that quickly turns to a moan, your eyes rolling up some as your hips start to buck and twitch, your hands gripping the sides of the futon. 'H-holy shiiiit!' You shudder all over at the pleasure of his mouth on you, toes curling inside the white material of the stockings. 'This is the secret technique of a widower!' or something, because let's face it life has left you ill-equipped for anything but martial arts metaphors.\n\nAlmost without thinking about it you reach below yourself to unfasten your bra, quickly wriggling your way out of it and freeing your large tits. But before you can start working them over yourself, Soun reaches up, his big hands resting on the large orbs and going to work, displaying that he obviously knows what he's doing there too as his fingertips tease your areola and stimulate your stiff nipples as well as squeezing with just the right force. 'Holy fuuuuck thank you to the previous Mrs. Tendo,' your overstimulated mind spits out, appreciating who must have been the one to teach him all this stuff. You soon find yourselv cumming, arching your back and pressing your pussy up against Soun's stroking tongue, grinding your clit up against his mustache. 'Okay maybe he can keep it.'\n\nYour father's friend brings you off two more times before he moves forward, pushing your legs as he does, bending you practically double and looming above you, bringing that long, thick prick into place where he can thrust straight down... and does, your tongue jutting out and your expression one of brainless pleasure as he starts thrusting. 'M-mating press,' you think, at least as much as you can at this point, wrapping your arms around Soun and pulling him to you eagerly. 'He's, he's definitely trying to breed me, he wants to put a baby in me really bad, holy fuck holy shit it's so goooood!' You kiss him utterly shamelessly now, sucking and licking his tongue as it claims your mouth while his cock pounds down into you, driving you against the futon with each thrust, his balls slapping against you again and again until finally he thrusts in deep and begins emptying them into you. Despite having concocted this whole plan specifically to hide already being knocked up, your brain is so awhirl with the pleasure of the position, his utter masculine dominance and desire to breed with the fertile doe in front of him, that you could swear you feel yourself being impregnated.\n\nSoun briefly raises his hips up until his cock slides out of you, still stiff and pointed down, dripping from its coating of his mingled cum and yours, drops falling down to join the mess that's already made of your pussy as you look down your body, panting and gasping. But apparently Soun is determined to make sure you go through with your idea, since he quickly pushes back into you and once more presses his body down against yours, making you moan and whimper eagerly beneath him as he once again starts pounding your hot little pussy that's still eagerly sucking away at this middle-aged man's prick, desperate for his babies.\n\nHe winds up filling you with three more loads before finally rolling off to the side and near-instantly falling asleep, snoring with his limp cock flopped over his belly. You lay there insensate next to him for awhile, legs spread a bit and gaping pussy dribbling cum as you stare at the ceiling and feel tiny aftershock orgasms shudder through your body. Eventually, though, you decide to return to your own room for the rest of the night... Kasumi finding you here first thing in the morning might start more drama than you want to deal with first thing in the morning. You stagger to your feet and pull on your shirt and pants, completely forgetting about your bra as you walk carefully on rubbery legs out of the room. As you're passing the phone in the hall, though, it rings, and half on reflex you answer it. "Uh, hello?"\n\n"Oh, is this Ranma? Excellent. This is Dr. Tofu, I'm sorry to call you so late, but it's quite important. You see I was researching some of what I learned during the examination, and after that and a few chemical tests I'm quite certain the pregnancy was a false positive."\n\n"... Buh?" You side-eye the phone, your face having gone slack. Wait, is he telling you that you just... switched your engagement to a middle-aged man and spent all night fucking him because of a friggin' false positive.\n\n"Yes, apparently it's just something that can happen in cases of curses like this, due to, ah, certain activities. So not to worry, you're not pregnant! Oh, though in your current state, if you did have sex with a man, conception would be virtually guaranteed, so do be careful."\n\n"... Buuuuuuh?" Your eyes widen some, especially since you can feel several globs of cum dribbling down your inner thighs at this very moment.\n\n"Indeed, so, goodnight!" Tofu says before hanging up.\n\nYou just stand there, staring at the wall. ... Well that's a fine kettle of fish. While you're still trying to process, Akane flumps down the stares, standing at the bottom of them in her pajamas and glaring at you in annoyance.\n\n"Ranma! What are you doing on the phone, and at this time of night?"\n\n"Uh... it was just Dr. Tofu calling about something, nothing... important," you mutter, hanging up.\n\n"Well what were you doing up to answer it anyway?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... You'll find out later."|FRanX]]\n\n[["Oh, just fucking your dad."|FRanX]]

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you're not in a battle of good versus evil, you're in a battle of ninjas against (relative) bad guys, and not all bad guys are going to be empathyless monster orphans. Guan-Xi's mother might wind up with problems... but a lot more people would have problems if the Triad alliance Kuro talked about happened.\n\nQuickly setting the photo down exactly where it was, you move to stand near the bed as you hear the bathroom door open. Guan-Xi saunters out, wearing just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and giving you what he apparently thinks is a rakish grin. "Hey, baby, you want a turn?"\n\n"Mm, I'm ready to get right to the fun," you coo, stepping forward and gripping his cock through the towel, feeling it surge instantly to extreme hardness in your hand. (That wasn't a secret sex ninja technique he's apparently just really eager.) "Why don't you have a seat, baby, and I'll show you a good time?"\n\nHe hurriedly moves over to sit on the side of the bed, and you give him a sultry smile as you sink to your knees in front of him. You tug the towel open to reveal his stiff prick... hm, not too bad. Of course you're used to a variety of much, much nicer ones back at Trap Dojo, but you make sure to look all sparkly-eyed and enthralled even as you think that, cooing as you lean in and start running your fingers and tongue over it as if in adoration. You can already feel his cock trembling against your tongue after only the first minute and a half, and it's almost absently that you start brushing your fingers over a few pressure points in his crotch and legs to make him last longer. He moans loudly as you slide your mouth over the tip of his cock and start bobbing your head up and down smoothly, obviously surprised at himself for holding out this long, though you're pretty sure that you could play him like a damn fiddle and keep edging him for as long as you wanted.\n\nSo you're not in a particular hurry, largely ignoring him as he rests a hand on the back of your head while you're deep-throating him and working him over with your tongue, one of your hands working his balls (a bit more carefully than you usually might, considering the fake nails). It gives you time to consider what exactly to do, pondering how best to destroy him as you give him what's obviously the best head of his life.\n\nLet's see. Well, there's two immediate options you can see right in front of you. The first is that you fuck him so well and so thoroughly that he becomes addicted to it... you can see several ways you could use that to derail him. The other is just to fuck him so intensely that he passes out, which would give you time to engineer a wider array of options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Addiction.|RunNinja]]\n\n[[Exhaustion.|RunNinja]]

Better do a check-over of the place, see what you can find that might be either dangerous or useful to the mission.\n\nYou wind up finding a bit of a both. First in your check-over of the bed you discover a gun under the pillow. Hm, recon missed that, you'll have to make a note of it in your report. You take the bullets out of it and hide them in the secret pocket at the bottom of your purse before returning the magazine to the gun and slipping it back into place. Carefully listening to the sounds in the bathroom, you also check in several of his drawers, finding various drugs and other things that a non-paid-off cop would be very interested in.\n\nThing is, you also find a picture of Guan-Xi with his mother. You actually pick it up, sort of staring at it. A more grandmotherly little old Chinese lady you couldn't ask for. They're standing in front of a car dealership and beside a brand new luxury car, and Guan-Xi has an arm around her shoulders, pointing towards her with his other hand and hamming up a huge grin for the camera. The picture looks to be a few years old, so it must have been just as he was starting to hit it big with his Triad group... in other words, one of the very first things he did was take care of his mother.\n\nYou feel yourself starting to have a few little pangs of doubt. What will happen to Guan-Xi's mother if you go through with this? How will she feel if... or when... she finds out about however you've decided to deal with Guan-Xi? Can you really do this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|RunNinja1x11]]\n\n[[No.|RunNinja]]

"Um." You swallow heavily, staring at the large pink faux-bosoms, then looking at that unchanging, smiling face. Oh, what the hell. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be, um... good."\n\n"You won't regret it, deary, mama Candy will take wonderful care of you," she coos as she settles onto her knees in front of you, toon-gloved hands surprisingly deft as they open your jeans. She grabs your waistband and you lift yourself off the chair a little to let her pull them down, gloved hands tugging your shoes off before pulling your jeans and underwear completly off of you, leaving you sitting bare-assed on the cool wood of the chair.\n\nBeing a teenage boy, it's not exactly difficult for you to get a hardon, even in a ridiculous situation like this. Having your pants undone and pulled off did most of the work, and the cooing noises and large, soft-gloved finger that Candy strokes up and down your seven inches easily does the rest of the job. She reaches up and undoes the buttons of her overalls, letting the front flap fall down. You're surprised that the clothing isn't actually attached to the costume, and that they apparently made it anatomically correct, with big pink rubber nipples capping each breast, the nubs thick and at least an inch and a half long.\n\n"Oh, young boys do so love udders, don't they?" Candy sighs dreamily, putting her white-gloved hands on either side of her tits and leaning in, squashing them around your throbbing pecker. You hiss at the feeling... they're definitely part of a costume, stuffed and yielding much less than you pictured the real thing would do. But they do yield, and they're soft and surprisingly warm. As she begins working them up and down over you... your cock fully ensconced in big molded foam tits the entire time... you find yourself actually starting to get turned on by the obviously artificial nature of them.\n\n"You just cum all over mama Candy's big ol' udders any time you want to, deary," Candy chirps in that motherly tone again, her large head angling up to look at you. "You young boys get going again so fast, we can have plenty of other fun too!"\n\nThat pushes you over the edge, and you grip the sides of the chair and give a little cry as you jerk your hips up, spraying hot jizz all over the inner curves of the huge felt breasts. Candy makes sweet little encouraging sounds the entire time, working the big cloth boobs over you more slowly, then finally stopping and standing up, her coveralls dangling around her hipsand held up by her literal udder, your load proudly displayed in her cleavage.\n\n"Now, deary, shall we have a little more fun?"\n\n<hr>\n[[More fun.|CandyCow1x3]]\n\n[[Enough fun.|CandyCow]]

"I could go for some more fun," you say with a grin, your cock still standing completely erect.\n\n"Wonderful, deary!" Candy undoes the buttons at the hips of her overalls to loosen them, then pushes it off of her udder. Her belly is white, and the stiff foam rubber udder with its four jutting teats is a lighter pink than her "fur". Honestly she sort of reminds you of that one Pokemon, Miltank. Before you can ponder that, she turns away from you, her long pink cow-tail fwipping back and forth (did that move on its own?) before she lowers down to her knees again, then leans forward onto her forearms, raising her big pink ass up in the air. You can see the costume designers were definitely thorough... there's a slit between her legs and a pucker just visible between the huge, round pink cheeks, though both seem a bit simplified from the porno pictures you've seen. You briefly glance down at her udder dangling below her as well, the whole thing a bit bigger than one of her tits and much wider, with long, stiff teats about six inches long.\n\n"You just shove right into mama Candy's pussy, deary," the motherly cow coos, giving her wide ass a shake. "I know young boys can't be expected to do much in the way of foreplay, you're so eager!"\n\nYou almost protest that you could definitely hold off and do plenty of foreplay if you wanted... but to be honest, you're really eager and have been given the go-ahead. You move forward and crouch down, hugging the cow mascot's large rear and middle as you push your cock into the fabric slit of her pussy-sheath. You moan loudly, finding it hot and soft, even though it's got some of the same firm unyieldingness as the big pink asscheeks you're pressed against. You begin pumping your hips, panting and gasping as you vent your desires on the ridiculous cartoon brought to life with felt and stuffing.\n\n"Oh yes, that's it, hug mama Candy tight, deary!" the mascot gasps out, too solid to be moved by your frantic fucking, but obviously enjoying it all the same. "Fuck mama Candy's cunt, you sweet little thing! Mama Candy so loves teenage boy dick pumping her pussy!"\n\n"M-Mama Candy!" you can't help but gasp out as you shove forward one last time and begin emptying your balls into her fabric sex. You slump against her back, gasping for air, fairly certain you actually feel the cloth sheath squeezing around you.\n\n"Yes, that's a good boy," the cow mascot coos, gently dislodging you and then turning to pick you up before she stands. Carrying you as if you weighed no more than a feather, she trundles into the bedroom, laying you on the smallest of three beds. She sets you down and brushes your sweaty bangs away from your face. "Now, deary, before I let you get some rest, would you perhaps like a drink?" She raises one white-gloved hand to one of her tits, letting the other rest on her udder.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Nnnnno thanks, I'm good.|CandyCow]]\n\n[[Oh, sure, why not. Drink from her breast.|CandyCow6x1]]\n\n[[Hell, go for broke. Drink from her udder.|CandyCow]]

"I... yeah." Your voice actually cracks a little, and you can feel tears in your eyes. "Thank you."\n\n"Oh, it's no trouble at all, deary, you come right along." The wide cow mascot turns and begins trotting energetically towards a little alley between two buildings. You follow after her as she pushes open a door with a little icon of Herschel on it that says "MASCOTS ONLY". Guess you're getting the VIP treatment, huh? You follow her through a dim area that's about what you'd expect for a basic dressing room in this kind of place, and up a flight of stairs to a hallway.\n\nWhen she pushes open a door with her own outline on it and gestures you in ahead of her, you blink in surprise. It's a cozy little breakfast nook sort of place right out of... you don't know, Winnie the Pooh or something. All the tables and chairs seem a bit oversimplified and thick, painted in greens and white flower patterns, the tea set and kitchen fixtures overly bright and colorful. You can see through a slightly tilted wooden doorway that there's a little bedroom with beds, perfectly made and in bright colors.\n\n"You just sit down deary, I'll get you taken care of," Candy says, gesturing you to one of the chairs as she bustles over to the refrigerator. You settle in on the flat wood, eyeing her. You keep expecting her to stop and at least take the head off or something. Maybe it's a lot of trouble to get back on. Or maybe this park only hires extreme method actors for their suit performers, considering they build them their own little cartoon rooms to stay in. Candy bustles about in the kitchen area for awhile before coming back with a tall glass of milk (that you resist the urge to ask about) and a plate of tomato, lettuce, and cheese sandwiches. "I'm afraid this is all I have at the moment, deary, I'd love to make you something a bit more substantial but I just don't have a thing in the fridge."\n\nYou manage to assure her that it's great before you begin wolfing down the sandwiches. Candy watches you with that cheerful expression that the head is made in, bouncing on the balls of her feet a bit, apparently actually pleased that you're enjoying yourself. Once you've demolished the sandwiches and chugged the milk, you sit back with a contented sigh.\n\n"Oh my, you really were quite hungry, poor deary," Candy coos. "Now you should get some rest. But before that..." She leans down a bit, the cleavage of those big pink foam tits now practically staring you in the face. Her voice, still motherly, takes on a more sensual tone as she continues. "Is there anything <i>else</i> that mama Candy can do for you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Too weird for you, no thanks.|CandyCow]]\n\n[[... Yeah, okay.|CandyCow1x2]]

"S-stop... get out of my head, bitch!" the girl snaps as you're in the midst of considering. You'd purse your lips in annoyance if you had any.\n\n"You know, I think I'm a little tired of your sass, Senshi. I think you'd be better off as a little less talkative and a lot more obedient," you declare.\n\n"What do you AAAA!" The Senshi shrieks as she topples backwards, laying on the bed and writhing. Tears begin streaming from her eyes, a little drool trickling down the side of her chin. "What's happening?! What are you doing?!"\n\n"I'm clearing out every thought you have that I don't like," you answer cheerfully as you step forward, grabbing the waistband of her panties and skinning them down her twitching, writhing legs as she bucks on the bed. "Which is all of them," you add with a cruel giggle as you extend another pair of tentacles, sliding them beneath her shirt and shredding it to tatters with a yank.\n\n"Noooo! No, please!" she begs as you form a massive rubber cock from the front of your crotch. She's too busy writhing and arching her back to do anything as you grab hold of her hips and position yourself, though she gives another cry as you shove the fourteen inch rubber fuckstick into her cunt. "Stop, stop!" she pleads, not entirely clear on whether she means the fat black cock now pounding her pussy or the wiping of her mind.\n\n"Mmm, tell you what, Senshi," you coo as you really put your hips into fucking her, enjoying her tormented writhing as her twisting moves her pussy around against your phallus. "If you can tell me your name, I'll stop."\n\n"It's... it's...!" she tries, her voice shaking and body trembling, hips starting to buck towards your thrusts.\n\n"You may as well not bother. Even if I hadn't already deleted it, the less of a mind you have, the more intensely you feel the pleasure of getting fucked," you mock-soothe her, watching her eyes start to roll and her jaw clenches as she desperately holds onto the last of her sanity and thoughts in the face of the pleasure now swamping her body from your violation of her cunt. "Just before you completely lose yourself, you'll actually start wanting it."\n\n"No... no..." she protests weakly, though you doubt there's enough of her actually left inside there to remember why she's resisting so hard. With every one of your thrusts you delete another handful of memories, and she's soon got her eyes rolling and tongue jutting out, cumming harder with every extra bit of her vital sense of self that you wipe out forever. Finally, just as you're getting down to the last of it, just before you take away the very essence of 'me' down at the core of her mind, her mouth curls up in a shameless grin, her back arching eagerly and thrusting her hips towards you as she silently begs to have the last of her mind wiped out of existence so she can cum just a little bit harder.\n\nOf course, after that there's no mind left to actually react to the pleasure, and she flops limply to the bed, eyes rolled and tongue lolled out, alive but empty. You continue thrusting into her as you redo a few bits of her brain, her tongue slowly drawing back into her mouth and blank eyes unrolling, her face taking an utterly neutral expression. The empty body's eyes stare at the ceiling as you continue fucking her against the bed, arms flopped at her sides, tits shaking and pussy gushing without a single flicker of expression from their owner. Well, you're really their owner now, you suppose!\n\n"Take hold of your legs, lift them up and spread them wider for me," you order. The blank immediately obeys without a flicker of expression or bothering to move its eyes, legs coming up and hands moving to grab them in stiff, precise motions that are exactly the same on both sides. She takes hold of the undersides of her knees, pulling her legs into a position that makes it easier to thrust deeper into her, though it still doesn't have a shift of expression as you pound into it. Nevertheless, you can feel its pussy squeezing and fluttering around you, the body eager for your load despite lacking a mind to process the desire.\n\nHm, now, to alter its appearance to fit, is the question!\n\n<hr>\n[[She'd make a cute robot!|HLSenshi11x3]]\n\n[[Who wouldn't like a Sailor Mars action figure?|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[A marionette, dancing on your strings.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Just leave her as-is.|HLSenshi]]

You did decide to turn her into an automaton... why not make it a more traditional sort? You give a soft moan of pleasure as you thrust in and begin filling the blank drone's womb with enough liquid rubber to do what you have in mind... though with the extensive changes, you're going to need quite a bit! The former Senshi's belly begins to swell, quickly obscuring the outline of your cock thrust into it and just getting larger and larger, until it threatens to spill over her sides and the tops of her breasts. Only then do you pull back and out, smoothing your crotch out once again as you concentrate on having the automaton's body absorb your substance and change.\n\nYou can't make metal with your substance... but, with enough of it, you can make rubber that's so shiny, smooth, and dense that the difference is largely immaterial. As the blank drone absorbs your substance, it begins to take on a bright, hard silvery sheen over most of its body, save for the torso which takes on the appearance of glossy, high-impact white plastic. Its elbows, knees, and other joints begin to reconfigure into servomechanisms as its feet shift, toes merging together and heels sprouting spikes, the shiny "metal" they're made of taking on a red color to mimic high heels. Between its legs, a perfectly round hole remains in the white plastic that mimics the Senshi uniform's shape, the inside of it taking on a ribbed contour like a high-tech onahole; meanwhile, on its chest, its tits pale and then become white, semitranslucent firm silicone to match the overall color scheme of its recreated Senshi uniform, which soon includes a thin foil-like pleated skirt and ribbons. Its lips press together in a thin line... literally, as they merge closed and instead shift into a dotted line of red plastic lights set in the gleaming silver face, her eyes similarly turning into glowing solid red lenses that match the shape they once were, the lids nothing more than set in place silver contours. Her hair takes on a shiny, rubbery look, the tips of each strand glowing and marking it as a rubber-sheathed fiber optic cable.\n\nYour new servant sits up, its motions somehow both stiff and smooth as it swings itself to its feet, held down at its sides but with forearms held at a ninety degree angle, fingers and thumbs all straight and pointing forward. "Marsbot is online," it announces in a heavily electronically filtered version of the Senshi's voice, its dotted line of a mouth lighting up to mark the words.\n\n"Good, good." You step forward and give one of Marsbot's big silicone tits a squeeze. It's hard and stiff, but still yields under pressure... obviously fake (even if their appearance didn't make that obvious), but still fun to fondle. "And who do you serve?"\n\n"Marsbot is programmed to obey only Rubber Buggy Bumper," the roboticized senshi drones back.\n\n"Of course you are. Now list your prime directives," you add, stepping back.\n\n"Prime directive one: Obey Rubber Buggy Bumper and act as Rubber Buggy Bumper's minion and sex toy," Marsbot responds immediately, light-up mouth flickering. "Prime directive two: Do not think, do not feel, only obey. Prime directive three: Defeat other Mahou Shoujo so they may be converted by Rubber Buggy Bumper."\n\n"Correct. And just to make it clear, you have no problem defeating your former friends so that I can subject them to whatever fate I care to? Like I did to you?" you prompt.\n\n"Prime directive one insures that Marsbot will do only as Rubber Buggy Bumper directs. Prime directive two insures that Marsbot does not have feelings. Marsbot has no friends. Marsbot obeys."\n\n"Good! Bend over and give me access to your hole."\n\n"By your command," Marsbot drones back, turning and bending ninety degrees to display its molded white plastic ass and the circular hole between its legs. You reform your cock and move forward, pushing deep into the ridged aperture, giving a little coo of pleasure as it begins vibrating via internal motors.\n\nYes, now you have a lovely little robot... how fitting that the word is derived from one meaning "slave labor"! That's one Senshi down, and the rest to go. The question is, which one to do next? As you see it from what you learned while rooting around in the Senshi's mind before wiping it out, you have three options. There's Jupiter, who would make a particularly strong combat model robot. There's Mercury, who would make a particularly canny intelligence unit. And there's the riskiest prize, Moon, who would probably be able to force the others to obey her even after being roboticized.\n\nHm... or you suppose there's a fourth option. You could go after targets less dangerous to you than the Senshi... a lot of targets. You could build yourself a robot army of former people, and overwhelm the Senshi and other mahou shoujo with sheer numbers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Jupiter.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Mercury.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Moon.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Create an army.|HLSenshi]]

After a few moments of consideration, you begin directing the bits of yourself inside the Senshi to a particular spot. She twitches, as if faintly noticing the change, then gives a cry and clutches at the sides of her head, eyes going wide as her pupils shrink, her whole body trembling. "W-what are you doing?!"\n\n"Oh, you can feel that, can you?" You give a soft chuckle, watching as she throws back her head, long black hair swishing lightly with the movement. "I've concentrated all of my self in your brain. Can you feel me touching it? Crawling all over it? Inside it? Touching and violating the place where your entire self is stored?"\n\n"Get out! Get out!" she wails desperately, shaking her head as she clutches at her hair.\n\n"Mm, I think not. But now, what to do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her worship you.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make her a brainless slut.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make her a mindless automaton.|HLSenshi11x2]]\n\n[[Make her a childlike idiot.|HLSenshi]]

You actually sort of enjoyed seeing Ranma petrify like that... Texture Mode seems like it could be a lot of fun! You wander out into the hall pondering possibilities, doing a quick check of the character list to find out who's nearby. Spotting Nabiki in her room, you make a beeline for it, a grin on your face. You remember her character from the show... obsessed with money, smarmy to others, and really hot. You've got a few good ideas for her!\n\nYou don't bother to knock or announce yourself, actually stopping just outside the door to activate the bracelet and target Nabiki before opening the door and walking in. The brown-haired Tendo sister blinks, having just pulled up a pair of white panties that match the plain white bra she's wearing... if you hadn't stopped outside, you'd have caught her bottomless. She scowls, her cheeks coloring as she covers her chest a bit. "Haven't you heard of knocking? This will cost you big ti-"\n\n"Shut up," you say pleasantly, grinning at the way Nabiki's teeth instantly clack together and stay that way, to her clear and great surprise. Now, let's see, what to do? You could either give her an [[insulting|RanBraceplaceholder]] form or an [[ironic|RanBrace2x2]] one, what will it be...?

"You know, I think I know just the form for you," you tell her with a smirk. "Get out of that underwear, then lead me to the backyard."\n\nYou watch as her hands move without her consent, which obviously confuses and infuriates her from the expression on her face. First she pushes down the panties that she just pulled up, revealing her smooth-shaven crotch and slender hips. She straightens up while stepping out of the panties and reaches back to undo her bra. She's already in motion and walking to the door as she drops the bra, her tits jiggling faintly with every step as she walks through the house naked. To judge by the blush that you can even see on her butt, she's quite embarrassed about it. Good! you think with a snicker.\n\nShe leads the way down the stairs and across the living room, opening the sliding door to step out into the yard. Her bare feet pad over the grass until she finally stops in a clear spot. "Turn around," you order her, making her spin around to face you, bare boobs wobbling with the sudden motion. "There we go. Now, just a minute..." Of course, she freezes completely when you bring the texture menu back up, so she won't notice that it actually takes you several minutes. After all, you want this transformation to be just perfect, and it means actually using several different 'textures' and tagging them to different places. Finally, once you've set what you think is a good time for it to take, you hit 'Apply'.\n\nNabiki blinks as she's unfrozen, then looks down, her eyes widening as she sees the changes begin to take effect. Her toes start to turn thick and brown even as they lengthen, curling out and digging into the ground, her feet quickly starting to follow suit. Her ankles join together as the rough brown bark slowly makes its way up her legs, forcing them together and merching them into one thickening stump. She looks back and forth in shock as her arms raise and part of their own accord, forcing her into a general Y-shape, her arms too starting to grow a thick covering of bark, while smooth wood grain precedes it down her arms, sliding towards her shoulders ahead of the bark.\n\nThe merging of her legs stops just below her crotch, leaving her with the general outline of a pussy and a nice trim ass as the wood continues working its way upwards, and now downwards. Her breasts first take on the smooth, brown look of carved wood before a thick layer of rough bark covers over them, leaving them looking larger but slightly less distinct. Her fingers spread and lengthen, starting to jut out at different angles just as her toes did when they turned into roots, but instead taking on the bifurcating and random growth appearance of branches. As her face takes on its barklike appearance, her hair replaced by a similarly-shaped growth of moss, her branches sprout a sudden, brilliantly-green flurry of rectangular green leaves, each marked intricately with black.\n\nYou laugh at the sight of her face staring at you, a very slow blink of her flat wooden eyes making it clear she's still quite aware of what's going on... although she probably has quite the different perception of it. Grinning, you reach up and pluck a handful of hundred dollar bills off of one of her branches, brushing them across her bark-covered face. "You always treated everyone around you like money trees, Nabiki. Now you can return the favor!"\n\nYou snicker all the way back inside, diverting your course to the kitchen. Of course Kasumi is standing at the counter chopping something up for the next meal, wearing a simple yellow dress and white apron. "Oh, hello Eric," she greets cheerfully. She squints a bit as she looks out the window. "Is that a new tree in the yard? When did we get that?"\n\n"Recently," you answer with a chuckle, tossing the wad of money absently onto the table. You eye Kasumi from behind, pondering what to do with her. Hm, some fitting 'punishment' for Nabiki was fun. Kasumi hasn't exactly done anything <i>wrong</i>, per se, but she's still a good target for fun. Mulling it over for a few moments, you finally say, "You know, Kasumi..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[You're quite a doll.|RanBraceplaceholder]]"\n\n"[[You're a real dish.|RanBraceplaceholder]]"

"I guess I... I guess I could make that happen by <i>being</i> your boyfriend," you murmur, your cheeks coloring. You can't believe you're saying this to a cartoon mascot.\n\n"Like, no way, duder, seriously?" Harold's big head visibly moves up and down, taking a good look at you. "But you're so, like, cute'n'junk."\n\nYour blush increases. "C-c'mon, man..."\n\n"No, like, seriously! You are'n'junk! So you'd seriously hang out with me?"\n\n"Yeah, definitely," you answer with a nod.\n\n"And, like, help me with my homework'n'junk?"\n\n"Sure. I mean, as much as I can, I'm not great at that myself. But I guess I'm good with Google at least, so we can look stuff up together."\n\n"Whoa, computer age!" Harry pumps a fist in the air. "Alright! And, what about, like... y'know... other stuff'n'junk?"\n\nNow your whole face turns red. What are you going to tell him?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, "other stuff" too.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[You're not sure about it...|HerschelHorse14x1]]

Despite your cock jutting half-hard in front of you and still smeared with cum churned halfway to the consistency of butter, you try to square your shoulders and lift your chin a bit. "I'm sorry," you say, doing your best to keep your voice even despite your growing fear of what's apparently a real... mummy? "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't know you were real, but it shouldn't have mattered. I guess you showed me how it feels to be used, so I'm sorry."\n\n"Hmmm." She raises one eyebrow, then bends over, tits wobbling beneath her chest as she picks up your short-sleeved shirt. She tugs and yanks it on over her head, forcing it over the immense curves of her boobs, until it's stretched tightly over them and just barely coming down a bit further over her chest, leaving her entire midriff bare. "That wasn't bad. Despite just being fucked silly you kept a scrap of dignity and spoke properly. There might be hope for you yet." She grabs your jeans and starts trying to wiggle into them as well. This is a much more difficult proposition, and involves a lot more hopping around, shaking her ass, and yanking taut denim against supple flesh. Despite the situation, by the time she's got the jeans (now with more rips and tears in them) up, your cock is jutting out in front of you again, fully hard. She can't even come close to buttoning the jeans and can barely zip them enough to hide her ankh-shaped bush... still, they seem to be being held on by the fact that they're stretched like spandex now.\n\n"Alright, I'll tell you what." The mummy walks back over to you, tits swaying back and forth freely under the shirt, since it has nothing in the way of restraint for them. She pokes a fingertip against your chest. "I think I'm going to take a little vacation on your world... I haven't had one in a few thousand years, after all. I'm going to curse you to serve as my replacement for one year... <i>if</i>, at the end of that year, you've done a good job, I'll consider altering or removing the curse."\n\n"Your... your replacement?" Your eyes widen and you glance towards the sarcophogus.\n\n"Oh, no, nothing to do with that. In fact, you're going to be in for a very big surprise." She smirks, then snaps her fingers.\n\nYou gasp and bend in on yourself as an intense heat ignites in your stomach. You shudder as you can feel something coursing through you, then stare at your hands and forearms as they darken to the same deep, coppery brown that the mummy is. Your fingers lengthen slightly and change shape, nails growing out as they do. You stare down at yourself as your body visibly changes, hips widening and legs lengthening, taking on smooth, sculpted padding beneath its newly golden-brown and delicious skin. You watch in dismay as your cock begins to shrink, but your view of it is soon blocked out as your chest balloons outward, taking on the shape of two steadily-expanding melons with puffy, brown caps. Your hair lengthens and stretches down your back, actually touching against the new rounded curves of your ass. In moments, you can tell that your cock is gone, but don't have a good look at the pussy you know must have replaced it... despite still being shorter than the mummy, it looks like she's given you a slightly more generous chest. You're not even sure how you're holding such a huge pair of boobs up, but you don't seem to be having any problems. Must be part of the enchantment she's put on you.\n\n"W-wha...?!" You raise your hands, lifting your own immense tits from beneath, feeling them weigh heavy in your hands even if you're standing without issues. "What... what did you do to me?!"\n\n"Like I said, your curse is to replace me for at least the next year." The mummy turns you towards the still open sarcophogus and guides you towards it. "Don't worry, Ovina will explain everything once you get there. Have fun!" she adds cheerfully, before shoving you in. You tumble through the shadows at the back of the sarcophogus as if it were a doorway, and fall into nothing.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ErokaStart]]

Deciding to see what they keep in the "basement", you make your way down the stairs. You notice that there's graffiti carved into the wood of the walls, but rather than the usual batch of crude limericks, hearts with initials, and deliberately offensive symbols used by edgy thirteen-year-olds, these all seem to be symbols like eyes and birds and feet. Weird.\n\nAs you go further down, the wood panels turn to stone panels, with those sorts of symbols engraved on them instead of just looking like they've been defaced. Now you remember, those are Egyptian whattyacallums... hieroglyphics. The stairs have even turned to stone, too, and you wonder just how much money they spent on this place, since it doesn't look like cheap molded cement either.\n\nYou emerge into a chamber lit by actual torches in little sconces on the walls. It looks like you called it, too, this place definitely has a very Egyptian theme to it. There's a flat stone slab of a raised table in the center, with all sorts of scary-looking sharp implements scattered across it, along with several rolls of gauze bandages. There are three upright sarcophogi here, all covered with what looks quite a lot like yellow and blue gold, one of them the standard pharaoh-looking, the other with... a rather accented chest, while the third is largely plain and unadorned, as if it were still awaiting details. Each is engraved with a vertical cartouche, probably intended to announce who it contains. You notice that someone's set up a little wooden table nearby, with a book about translating hieroglypics resting on it along with some brushes and chisels. \n\nThere's also an archway that leads down a dark passage, the top of it decorated elaborately with a stone scarab with wings stretched. You think you can hear some faint chanting from that direction, but you're not entirely sure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look at the male sarcophogus.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a look at the female sarcophogus.|HHHMummy1x2]]\n\n[[Examine the third sarcophogus.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Play with the mummification tools.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Go down the dark passage.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]

Maybe the mascot that's the subject of the activity has some clues or something for you. You head over towards Harold, waving at him as he turns and notices you.\n\n"Hey, duder! Like, what's up'n'junk?"\n\n"Hey. Your dad asked me to help you out with a problem."\n\n"Awww, man." Harold gives one foot a little stomp and flops his fists. "Why's he always gotta, like, be messin' around with my life'n'junk?"\n\n"So, uh, Harold..."\n\n"Call me Harry, duder."\n\n"Right. Harry..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask him if he wants a girlfriend.|HerschelHorse7x2]]\n\n[[Ask him if it's sexual frustration.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Ask him if it's some other problem.|HerschelHorse]]

"Your dad thinks that if you had a girlfriend, you'd relax more, and maybe she'd help you out with your homework or whatever," you venture, sticking your hands in your pockets.\n\nEven with the big smiling head, Harry looks nervous, turning to look back and forth, as if not sure about answering.\n\n"Hey, c'mon, I promise not to tell anyone or make a big deal about it." You actually sort of mean it, too... he's putting off such nervous energy that for right now, it feels like more than some park activity.\n\n"You promise, duder? Well, like... okay'n'junk..." Harry takes a deep breath, and tells you-\n\n<hr>\n([[He likes boys.|HerschelHorse7x3]])\n\n([[The girl he likes is already committed.|HerschelHorse]])\n\n([[He's got fetishes. Like, PERVY fetishes.|HerschelHorse8x1]])

"See, like, truth is, I don't really have a girlfriend, 'cause..." He hesitates, sticking his big toon-gloved hands in his jacket pockets, then shrugging a little. "I... don't <i>like</i> girls. ... 'n'junk."\n\n"Oh." You blink a few times. Yeah, that would definitely account for it. And maybe the dropping grades, too. You've heard about similar stuff happening in your school, back before you left. "So, uh, couldn't you just... tell your dad?"\n\n"Nah." Harry kicks his foot on the pastel paving stones. "I mean it's not, like, like he'd be bad about it or anythin', he'd just be way too completely weirded. He wouldn't know how t' deal with it and things would get all screwed up between us'n'junk. Dunno if it'd ever get back to normal."\n\nThese are pretty deep problems for amusement park mascots. You rub the back of your head as you think, and finally venture, "So maybe if you had a boyfriend, but you two just... kept it quiet?"\n\n"Hey, like, yeah! That'd probably work out great'n'junk!" The mascot visibly perks up, hands coming out of his pockets and gesturing excitedly. "You think you could, like, make that happen, duder?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be Harold's boyfriend.|HerschelHorse7x4]]\n\n[[Find Harold a human boyfriend in the park.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Make Harold a mascot boyfriend.|HerschelHorse]]

"Let's, like, go where there's lots of, yanno, shops and clubs and bars and stuff!" you chirp. "I bet we can find someone to <i>really</i> treat us like trash and use us like sex toys!"\n\n"Ooooo! Yaaaay!" Akane squeals, clapping her fingertips together, plastic nails clicking together excitedly.\n\nThe two of you make your way further into the city, towards the area where there are indeed lots of shops, arcades, bars, lounges, and other even shadier businesses lurking just up or down stairways with little to say what they might be other than the occasional simple (easy to grab and hide at a moment's notice) sign saying something like 'Model Agency' or 'Idol Recruiting'. Lots and lots of opportunities to be used and treated like dirt! Your pussy's getting so~ wet just thinking about it!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go into an otaku shop!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Go into a sex shop!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Go into a lounge!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Go into a maid cafe!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Go into a gym!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Just walk around waiting to be approached!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Wait until dark and then hang around in some poorly-lit areas!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Try to pick up a date!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Start hooking!|FRanX]]

Scowling at the fact that the fish tried to eat you, tried to kill you, and now doesn't even have the decency to FAKE being apologetic as it howls for mercy, you grab up a nice, long stick from the shore near where you're standing. You drag it along the rocks nice and hard as you walk over to the fish where it's flopping, managing to put a decent sharpened edge on it.\n\n"How about you go! Fuck! Yourself!" You snarl as you punctuate the final three words with hard stabs of your improvised spear at the fish's eye. The second jab pops the eyeball like a balloon, and your third thrust passes through the eyesocket. The monstrous fish howls with fury and pain as you jam the stick around, scrambling its brains, until its flopping finally goes still.\n\nPanting and covered in blood and eyeball juice, you step back from the fish, wings giving a flutter. You turn to look at the shocked, silent crowd, then run your forearm under your nose and give a sniff as you feel it dripping.\n\n"... Anyone want some fish and chips?"\n\nWhile they might not understand the exact reference, you saying something seems to break the spell, and the entire crowd bursts into cheers, hats, gloves, and a few pairs of panties being tossed into the air in jubilation. The crowd swarms in around you, quickly hefting you up onto their shoulders and carrying you towards the central tree, cheering and singing as they go.\n\nFairies may be nice, but apparently they can appreciate some applied violence too.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue|MiniEric4x4]]

You got into all this by dropping off the giant thing you were riding, you're not ready to make the same mistake twice! You hold on even as the fish slaps back to the water and dives, thrashing briefly in the mud of the pond bed and trying to roll to knock you off, but not able to scrape that part of its body effectively. It seems to be going steadily more insane the longer you hold on, as if it just couldn't stand to have you on its back.\n\nIt breaches and dives repeatedly, but you've resolved yourself to ride this out, and that seems to give you strength. Finally, the fish makes its last big mistake... it tries to breach after its crazy swimming has taken it too close to the shore. Its belly slams hard to the stony beach, the impact finally enough to knock you off and send you rolling away. You sit up groggily, noticing that a small crowd of fairies and animal men have gathered around, one of them helping you to your feet and asking if you're alright. \n\n"I'm... okay, I think," you answer, still not sure what you are besides completely soaked and exhausted.\n\n"<b>Put me back!</b>"\n\nThe crowd takes a step back at the liquid darkness of the fish's booming voice, though it also sounds like it's gasping for breath.\n\n"<b>Put me back! Put me back in the water!</b>" it demands.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fairies are all nice and stuff, right? Maybe it's better to be merciful.|MiniEric5x1]]\n\n[[Actually, no, the hell with this fish.|MiniEric4x3]]

Suddenly, you recall this horror movie you saw years ago, had Samuel L. Jackson and some other people in it. But the main character had something absolutely crazy he did when one of the giant mutant sharks was coming at him. That's pretty much the situation you're in right now, maybe you need to try some crazy.\n\nYou get your arms and legs bandied out, letting yourself go mostly loose. Just as the monster fish is almost on you and beginning to open its mouth, you throw yourself to the side and forward, slipping along the top of its mouth and over the back of its head! You twist and grab on to the first handhold you can get in the scales and really dig your fingers in!\n\nThe fish reacts like it's gone mad! It begins thrashing and twisting like an underwater rodeo bronco, trying to throw you off, but you've managed to find a natural handhold between its scales. In desperation, it breaches high, flapping and thrashing in the air.\n\n<hr>\n[[This is your chance! Jump for it!|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[If it's working, don't stop doing it! Hold on!|MiniEric4x2]]

"Absolutely not," you answer with a scowl. "I'm not going to be some sort of... black ops sociopath. What does survival even mean if we have to sacrifice our morals and souls?"\n\n"I am extremely sorry to hear that," the woman says, with what sounds like sincere regret in her voice. "Please be assured, however, that you won't feel a thing."\n\n"Won't feel a-?!" You start to demand, only to notice that there's the faint sparkle of a transporter beginning around you. For just the briefest moment, you have a glimpse of empty space and stars, with nothing between you and them but the shine of the transporter beam. And then your pattern is being peacefully dispersed into the emptiness, the energy that made you up returned to the cosmos as just that, energy. Once more becoming the stuff of stars, with never having really known what happened to you.\n\nIt's true, you never felt a thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|TrekF13xEnd2]]

"I know it's a little too late to be asking, but are you sure that was necessary?" The black-haired woman frowned slightly at her commanding officer. "I requested multiple other options should that individual reject our offer, including memory alteration, or housing in one of our dark site facilities so that we could at least debrief them on their actual identity. I'm just not certain why you deemed termination the only acceptable recourse."\n\nThere was no dismissal of the concerns, no brushoff that the higher-ups knew better and it was merely her job as an operative to carry out her orders. That wasn't what Section 69... this iteration of it, anyway... was about. People who followed orders blindly left too many holes, fell into the habit of carrying out their tasks too easily, without thinking or questioning... both things that were ultimately important to this organization. They might violate their morals out of necessity, but that didn't mean discarding them entirely. Instead after a moment, the supervisor said, "You're familiar with the term 'rogue element'?"\n\n"Of course. It's any variable in a situation that can't be properly accounted for and predicted."\n\n"There are certain individuals in existence that are what we call 'alpha rogue elements'. Beyond unpredictability, they have an infinite potential to affect the course of history. The methods we have of determining this status are above your level, so I'm afraid I can't tell you how we determined that the individual in question was one," the supervisor continued at the operative's shocked expression. "But understand that an alpha rogue element with knowledge of our existence, but without loyalty to us, is simply far too dangerous. Unlike a simple rogue element, which can crash operations, potentially threaten a single cell, or other such things, that individual had the potential to destroy Section 69. Permanently and totally, with no chance of our regrouping and continuing our work."\n\n"... I see." The operative nodded slowly. "In that case, I understand the necessity."\n\n"At this point, I don't think you've heard the last of alpha rogue elements, operative. Since you know now... we may be sending you after another one someday. Wherever... whenever... we find one. And in that case..."\n\n"I'll do what I have to do." She nodded again, firmly this time. "Whether I like it or not."\n\n"You probably won't. And that's why I have faith in you. Dismissed."\n\n<b>Commander Hawt</b> end - <i>A casualty of necessity</i>

Hm, with Ruro's advice about how to learn something in the Commerce Ring, you figure that's a safe bet. You continue walking on in the direction he indicated, the passage eventually opening up into something that sort of reminds you of an outdoor strip mall, just... indoors. Still the wideness of the space between the shops and the fact that there are a lot more little stalls and kiosks scattered around outside of the shops proper makes you think of it that way.\n\nKeeping Ruro's advice in mind, you do notice various people that seem to be cleaning up or tending to maintenance. You get a little bit of a shock at the sight of one girl who looks almost identical to Ami, wearing a black tubetop and black pleated skirt and nothing else, washing a window. But as the light from inside the shop hits her, you notice that her iridescent metallic hair has a more purplish, almost pinkish tinge to it than Ami's blue. There's also a male sweeping part of the floor, about your own height and build, wearing tight little black shorts and an equally tight black tank-style top, his hair iridescent pink. An entirely different-looking person is a tall woman who resembles... well, a tiger, her fur rumpled and dirty, her head ducking repeatedly into an open wall panel as she messes with something inside. She's dressed much like the first girl, albeit with a pair of fairly skimpy panties instead of a skirt, and a metal collar around her neck with a glowing green lightpanel on it.\n\nThat's what Ruro suggested, 'ask the menials', right? But which one to start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Ami(?).|Cypher]]\n\n[[The guy.|Cypher]]\n\n[[The tiger woman.|Cypher]]

You pick up the long, lacquered wooden staff with a rather vaguely-shaped roaring beast head on the end, looking it up and down briefly, before pointing it at Wiz, her expression hilariously shocked the moment before you say, "Dog!"\n\nA cloud of mingled orange and purple smoke immediately surrounds her, along with what sounds like a guy shouting <i>'POOF!'</i> in a voice that's simultaneously bombastic and sarcastic. It clears quickly, revealing... Wiz standing there, still with a shocked expression. Only now she's got a pair of canine ears atop her head, and a big fluffy tail poking out through an apparent hole in the back of her dress. From the way it curls up at the end, probably a Shiba Inu. She clasps her hands together fretfully, wiggling around as her new ears flick.\n\n"P-please be careful about using powerful magical artifacts so casually, Master! I haven't even explained all of the staff's other functions!"\n\nInstead of replying, you hold up a hand palm-up. "Shake."\n\n"Wan!" she instantly blurts, flinging a hand up and placing it in yours.\n\nGrinning, you point downward. "Sit."\n\n"Wan!" she yips again, immediately dropping to sit on her heels with her knees flung wide apart, the fact that she's wearing a full length skirt the only thing keeping her fairly decent. She also raises her hands up in front of her chest, drooped at the wrist, as her tail wags a bit behind her.\n\nYou angle your hips towards her, once again proffering your stiff, now slightly less oily cock. "Suck."\n\n"Yes, Master," she answers this time, before leaning forward and sliding her mouth over the head of your cock, starting to bob her head and slurp obediently... though the motions of her tongue do have a more distinctly dog-lapping-water like motion than before. She continues to hold her 'begging doggy' pose even as she bobs her head diligently, lips dragging along your shaft, her tail wagging happily behind her at getting to be of service.\n\nYou moan softly as you lean a bit on the staff. Oh yeah, this is definitely the way to go! She's not as frenzied as before but she's definitely a <i>lot</i> more attentive, and she looks so damn cute staring up at you with... well, with a puppy dog expression as she obediently laps at your dick. You let her go on for awhile, Wiz occasionally drawing back to lap at your balls or drag her tongue more normally along your shaft before gulping you down again, before pulling back and stroking yourself to completion, cumming all over her face as she pants and holds her mouth open and tongue extended (and moving back and forth in time with her breathing). "So what else does it do, puppy?" you ask with a grin once you've caught your breath.\n\n"U-um, first off, Master, please be careful about saying things like 'puppy' while you're holding it, because if you point it at someone and say the name of an animal twice, they'll become that animal in entirety. Ph-physically anyway, wan. So if you s-said 'Dog' again while pointing it at me... awuuu..."\n\n"Hm, I seeee. Any way to turn them back?"\n\n"No, Master, none that I know of," Wiz continues, still looking up at you with your cum steadily spreading across her face and dripping down her cheeks. "Um, you can release them from the imprinting though, by pointing the staff at them and saying 'Be free!', but it won't change their bodies back from their current form. There are also two other commands, 'Know thyself' and 'Become the beast'. The first will remove their reverence and adoration and make them fully aware of the change they've undergone but leave them bound to follow your orders and serve you anyway. The second will remove their thoughts and personality... they'll essentially become an upright nonsentient animal that obediently serves you."\n\nWow, whoever made this thing obviously had a lot of really twisted stuff in mind. ... Nice. You consider playing around a bit more with Wiz, but... well, you also kind of want to see what will happen if you use this thing on Mai. (Which may be abusing her hospitality, but c'mon, you've just been handed a weird pervy magic artifact that gives you power over people, like you're <i>not</i> gonna use it on your hot fuck-friend?) So instead you order her to clean up and put everything away, deciding to leave the rest alone for the moment as you instead head back to the apartment. You're mildly worried someone will stop you and ask why you're carrying a bit sturdy stick suitable for clonking someone around with you, but it is a theme park and the area nearby after all... plenty of other people are walking around with props and souvenirs, you probably just look like you bought an overpriced walking stick at the zoo area or something. ... Heheheheh, zoo. Well you can make one if you want to now!\n\nIndeed not long after you've returned to the apartment yourself, the door opens again and Mai walks in, still wearing her skimpy little costume. "Oh, hey, Eric! Find anything fun at Wiz's place?" she asks cheerfully as she sets a gym bag down by the door.\n\n"Yup, she gave me this thing," you announce with a smirk as you hold up the Wackajabb Staff, walking over towards her. \n\n"Gave it to you, huh? Yeah she does that sometimes." Mai peers curiously at it. "So what's it do?"\n\n"Glad you asked, lemme show you!" you declare, angling it towards her (which does cause her to look a bit shocked). "I just point this at someone and say something liiiike..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Cat!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Dog!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Pig!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Cow!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Snow Leopard!"|HLMai]]

Your curiosity is too strong, you've just gotta know what it is you're not supposed to get your hands on! Luckily, you came prepared for a situation in this general vicinity. Grinning, you start undoing your new jeans.\n\n"E-eh? Hey, Eric, what are you doing, that's not-!" Wiz cuts off with a gasp as you push down your new boxer-briefs and let your stiff, oil-slathered cock spring free, dripping thin, slightly viscous drops onto the floor as it sways. Her pupils dilate and her nipples visibly stiffen under her robes as she sucks in a quick, hard breath through her nose, obviously doing her best to resist the sudden and intense reaction racing through her body and mind.\n\nTwo seconds later she's on her knees in front of you, hands gripping your hips as she desperately fucks her own face onto your cock, giving low "Mmf! Mmf!" moans of pleasure as she stuffs your thick prick past her lips again and again, slender throat bulging up with your girth. Her eyes are rolled up to look at you, already glazed over like Mai's were, and you could almost swear you see little glowing hearts in her pupils as she drags her lips along your prick on every draw back.\n\n"Guess you did a pretty good job on this stuff, huh?" you say with a grin, putting a hand on her head and lightly getting a grip on the base of that arc of hair, actually making her yip a little around your prick. Mmnn, not only did that feel great, it was super cute. "Mai says your stuff is super effective when I use it, guess that's true, huh? Okay, Wiz, here's the deal... I'm gonna let you suck my cock and give you a big load of cum to swallow, and to show your gratitude you're gonna take me into the backroom and show me those devious items and let me pick out whatever I want, alright?"\n\n"Mm! Mm! Mm-hmmmm!" Wiz answers enthusiastically without stopping in working her mouth and throat over your prick, actually nodding as much as having a particularly large dick buried to the root past her lips will allow her to.\n\nAfter a few minutes you push back on Wiz's head and rest the tip of your prick on her jutted-out tongue, stroking yourself the last few times to completion and starting to spurt your load all over her face and into her mouth. She moans and quivers below you, obviously orgasming herself even as you use her face and tongue as a cum rag, wiping the last few dribbles of creamy white on her lips as the rest of it pools in her mouth and across her cheeks and forehead. You step back a bit and zip up, Wiz just kneeling there panting, until gradually some of the lust fades from her eyes. Shame steals over them, but she's still obviously swayed enough to heed your words, climbing to her feet and pulling out a handkerchief to dab at her face as she shows you towards the back. Even her steps are a little uncertain and wobbly, as if she were a bit drunk. You follow her into a smaller, slightly dimmer room, where she draws some keys out from within her robes and unlocks one of the cabinets.\n\n"Um... please be careful with these, if you decide to use any of them," she murmurs, voice still carrying a bit of cocksucking rasp. "They're very powerful and most of them are for, you know... controlling people," she continues as she lays out various boxes and items on a table in front of you. "Like these [[Snake-Eye Contacts|HLMai]]... or this [[Hypnosis Watch|HLMai12x1]]..."\n\n"Seriously?" You eye the watch, which absolutely just looks like a fairly cheap metal pocketwatch from any jewelry stand.\n\n"S-symbolism magic is very potent! Because so many people associate something like that with hypnotizing someone, it's very easy to make a powerful talisman that looks like that. I-it has other functions too... it's a watch, after all."\n\n"So what's the difference between them? I mean, I'm assuming the snake eye things hypnotize people too?"\n\n"The Snake-Eye Contacts will cause a sort of, um... 'happy trance'?" Wiz shifts nervously in place, cheeks seemingly permablushed. "It doesn't last beyond you focusing on someone and they won't remember anything that happened when they were under. The watch is more of a, um, zoned-out trance that you can use to issue commands to someone, like you're programming them. And, um..." She sets down a plastic bottle that looks a lot like the one you used before leaving the apartment, but with a big red X on one side. "This is [[Oil of Absolute Allure|HLMai]]. It's... it's basically permanent, you'd have an oiled-up, completely entrancing dick forever, which would probably permanently turn anyone you fuck with it into a cum-drunk cock whore," she murmurs, her voice actually catching a little with mingled fear and desire at the possibility.\n\nSmirking at her, you glance at the other items. "And those?"\n\n"Th-this is the [[Wackajabb Staff|HLMai10x5]]..."\n\n"Did you say-"\n\n"No I said Wackajabb. You point it at someone and say the name of an animal, and it will turn them into a beastkin of that animal type, though the details and extent may be a bit randomized. But they'll have traits of that animal for sure, and they'll be sort of imprinted on you, so they'll obey pretty much any order you give them. Happily. The last one..." She pauses, looking at the large golden ring engraved with flying dragons around the outside. "Uh, I don't think you want that one, really."\n\n"Why not? It looks cool." You're guessing from the size it probably doesn't go on your finger, either, you think with a smirk.\n\n"Well the [[Dragon's Nest Ring|HLMai]] will turn girls into your absolutely devoted and loving slaves if you fuck them while wearing it, it's true," she admits slowly. "But, um, the way it does it is pretty... weird. Like even for around here. I-I really don't think you want it!"

Hm, let's see here... 'To enhance one's natural enticing factor, simply coat the feature of your body you wish to enhance the allure of with a light coating of product. While the oil will gradually absorb into the skin providing a healthy natural glow, in early stages of application it will also act as an effective lubricant and gentle stimulant. Intensity of results may vary.'\n\nHm, come to think of it, Mai's tits were a bit shinier than average yesterday, and they certainly had a 'healthy glow' about them and were very enticing. Besides, y'know, being boobs and super perfect ones. She must rub some of this stuff in before she goes to work some days. Hm... effective lubricant and stimulant, huh? Sounds like this'd be fun to use with her!\n\nYou flip open the top of the cap and are about to smear it on when you pause. Hm... it said it would naturally absorb in, and probably lessen the effects. So if you put it on now, it might be practically gone by the time she gets home this evening and she'd barely notice. You definitely want to see Mai's reaction to the cock she loved so much getting even more <i>alluring</i>, so probably best to wait until right before she might get home to put it on. Forcing yourself to rein in your enthusiasm, you flip the cap back closed and carry the bottle over to the bed, resting it on the bedside table before flopping back down.\n\nYou spend most of the day lazing around by napping, eating, and watching TV. Much to your delight Mai is subscribed to a surprising variety of porn channels, and you put your new cock through its paces... well, its solo flight paces... watching. You seem to recover even faster than you used to, so you figure that even with jerking it several times to the TV, you'll still be able to go pretty much all night with Mai again.\n\nEventually you notice the light changing outside... Mai said she'd be back in early evening, right? So probably any time now. Giving in to the temptation you've felt all day, you reach over and snag the bottle, squirting a probably overgenerous amount of the glistening golden oil onto your stiff pole before starting to rub and stroke it in. 'Mmf, it wasn't kidding about the stimulant bit, this feels really good,' you think with a soft moan, pumping and twisting both hands over your shaft gently, watching it start to glisten and shine like a polished gemstone made of hard, throbbing flesh.\n\nIn fact you've barely finished covering your entire cock in the stuff when you hear a key in the lock and the door opening. "Hey, Eric, I'm home!" Mai calls as she steps inside, bags in both hands. "I brought us some dinner and you some new clothes while I was-"\n\nThe bags all drop to the floor as Mai's jaw sags, the beautiful ninja standing there in the same clothes she left in this morning, her eyes widening and pupils dilating noticeably as she sees you on the bed. Then without a word she's dashing forward, actually running to the bed and throwing herself onto it, literally tearing her clothes off as she goes. You're still jumping a bit in surprise from her sudden dash across the room when she already has her hands and mouth all over your cock and balls, moaning shamelessly and eagerly as she starts dragging her tongue and sucking her lips over your glistening shaft, her hands rubbing worshipfully over your sack and thighs and belly. 'H-holy shit!' you think as you arch your back, the sheer suddenness and intensity of her oral assault almost instantly bringing you off, your gleaming prick shuddering as it fires into the air.\n\nBut before you can even finish, Mai's stuffing her mouth down over the spurting tip, gulping and moaning loudly as she shifts to using one hand to milk at the base of your cock while she bobs her head almost desperately over the rest. Her eyes are closed, but what of them you can see looks glazed, clouded with pure lust as she sucks you, deepthroating you before you've even finished cumming the first time. Her moaning doesn't stop, either, almost as pleasured and needy as what you heard last night when you were actually fucking her, as if she were getting off entirely on giving you such a frenzied blowjob. In fact when you blow another load down her throat, to judge from the way her hips twitch and shudder, she's actually cumming at least a little from having her mouth and throat flooded with your cum.\n\nMai milks and sucks two more loads out of you before she even pauses... and even then it's only to turn around on all fours, presenting herself to you and shaking her ass like a bitch in heat, panting and moaning in a breathless voice, "Please, please, fuck me, fuck me, I need your cock, fuck me!" Of course considering that she's already got you almost back into that lust-crazed mindset yourself, that's not an offer you're even going to think about, mounting up on her practically like a beast in rut yourself and thrusting into her absolutely molten cunt, far hotter and wetter than it was last night, and already quivering and squeezing around you the moment you thrust in. Grabbing her tits, you start fucking her hard and fast, pounding your hips against her butt and sending impact tremors through the yielding flesh, the lewd ninja beneath you moaning and mewling as she cums over and over again, constantly gushing out increasingly slurred praises for your cock.\n\nAs you straighten up and grab her waist, starting to haul her back on you even harder, you can see in the reflection of the TV as her eyes start to roll, her tits swaying quick and freely beneath her now. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming so hard oh fuck if I cum any harder my brain's gonna melt I'm gonna lose my mind fuuuuuck!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull out and cum all over her ass.|HLMai10x2]]\n\n[[Pull out and then jam your cock in her ass.|HLMai]]

You're definitely intrigued by the idea of an authentic magic shop... especially if it's full of stuff you could use to have all sorts of lewd fun with your new bouncy, beautiful sugar momma. You head out and follow the path back to Worldland, flashing your VIP pass at the entrance and being waved right through, unable to help puffing out your chest a bit in pride.\n\nYou head back to HollywoodLand, passing several of the mascots with a more keen eye... yeah, you're now sure something is up, the resemblance most of them have to their characters is way too uncanny to just be good casting. You do see Mai in the distance at one point, and she gives you a wave before turning to take a picture with a family of tourists. Resisting the urge to go say hello... you only parted about forty-five minutes ago now... you instead start looking around for what seems likely to be the shop in question. Let's see... it's not supposed to look open to the public, so it probably won't have an 'Open' sign, and probably look slightly too kitschy and with stuff in all the windows that are obviously unique and not for sale... ah, there it is! You actually have to go partway around into one of those little alleys to find the entrance, too, which you'd guess is also part of making it seem like it's just a decoration or an employees only thing, and open the door to the sound of bells tinkling.\n\nAlmost immediately a woman with long brown hair, part of it falling over one of her eyes and a rather stand-out sweep of it arcing back from the top of her head, steps out of the back part of the shop. She's wearing robes in shades of purple trimmed with gold, and... good lord, those might actually be bigger than Mai's! Even wearing a robe her chest is huge... actually it might be about equal with Mai's, but you have no idea how much her more technically conservative clothing might be downplaying them. "I'm sorry, sir, this area isn't open to the public," she says in a nervous tone, fidgeting in place. "Um, if you could go ahead and return to the park proper, please?"\n\n"It's okay, Mai sent me," you tell her, flashing her a grin. "She even said I could put stuff on her account if I wanted."\n\n"Oh! Well... I suppose that's alright, then," the woman says, smiling a bit now herself and seeming to relax. She brings a hand with fingers lightly curled up to her chest. "Allow me to introduce myself, then, my name is Wiz and I run the Worldland Apothecary and Minor Devious Item Storage. Ah, it's a bit of a long name so just 'apothecary shop' is fine."\n\n<img src="images/Wiz.png">\n\n"Nice to meet you, I'm Eric." 'Wiz'? Geez, that must have been an awful name to go through school with. Ah, wait...' "So, uh, are you like Mai and the others, you're a... mascot?" you say uncertainly, still not sure if that's the right word.\n\n"I am, yes. Um, it's a bit of a long story, but there are multiple kinds of mascots here in Worldland, and some of us are people that have taken on the identity of characters from fiction. That's... probably the easiest and shortest way to explain it. ... Ah, I hope I don't get in trouble for telling you," she frets softly, fidgeting in place again. "But it sounds like Mai already explained some things, so I assumed..."\n\n"I'll keep it to myself, don't worry. Thing is, I kinda already tried a few of the things Mai has in her apartment..."\n\n"Oh, yes, she's a 'Top Level' mascot so I give her testers and things pretty often. Oh, um, basically she's one of the more popular ones?" Wiz explains at your mildly confused look. "So if her body gets too changed or out of whack they just revert her to 'standard', so at most she'd only have her body changed for a couple of days. So she doesn't have to worry about some of the experimental stuff if it gets a little... ... out there."\n\n"So you make this stuff, huh?" you ask, glancing around at the shelves of mingled potion bottles, plastic toiletry bottles, and other such strangely anachronistically mingled items. \n\n"Some of it, yes. Some of it's stuff that other people bring in after making it, or they just find it. It's sort of a... catch-all of strange things that tend to crop up around here as well as my own efforts," Wiz murmurs, glancing around at the shelves herself as she clasps her hands in front of her.\n\n"Neat. So, um..." You blush a little as you rub the back of your neck, glancing upward. "Mai said that maybe I could look for some stuff for us to... have fun with?"\n\n"Oh. Oh yes, we do offer quite a few things like that," Wiz answers, blushing a bit herself. "It's one of the main reasons the shop is here. Were you thinking of something to affect her, or you, or maybe both? Ah, and then there's the... oh, um, you should probably forget about that," she adds in a mutter, glancing aside.\n\n"Er, what?"\n\n"Ah, I got excited and was carried away, I have a lot of... w-well, 'fun' things in Minor Devious Item Storage, but those are really supposed to be held for very certain people who work at Worldland, I'm really not even supposed to mention them to other people. And they're a little, ah, well, 'aggressive' anyway, you should just stick with what we have out here in the shop," she adds firmly, giving a quick nod and pushing a sunny smile onto her face.\n\nWell. Now you're curious. Though it's not like you really <i>need</i> the weirdest and most wild stuff she's got, likely anything she suggests is going to be weirder and wilder than anything you've tried before, right? ... Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get something for yourself.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Get something for Mai.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Get something for the both of you.|HLMai]]\n\n[[No, you've gotta see those "devious items"!|HLMai10x4]]

"And I got a four," Julian says in a relieved tone.\n\n"Hm, two for me," Deacon says with a frown. "Suppose I'll wear the damn thing then, since I suggested it." He pauses briefly as he looks at the ring, obviously considering trying to come up with some sort of out... then just shrugs and rolls it between his fingers until slipping the tip of his ringfinger into it and letting it fall most of the way before giving it that last tug.\n\nYou're rather surprised by how fast the change goes. It's emphasized by the fact that Deacon loses a good handful of inches of height in a matter of seconds, now probably just barely over five feet, the change in height somehow emphasized by his hair spilling further and further down his back, still white and rather wild and now reaching just past his rear. Though his face gets immensely cuter in that time, a lot of the other bodily changes are hidden by his sweater, which sags almost off of one shoulder as said shoulders go more slender and trim and his body in general takes on gentler proportions. A face perhaps most emphasized by his pants and boxers hitting the floor, indicating hips and a waist no longer capable of holding them up. He... she... blinks a few times, then says in a refined and yet somehow both cute and bratty voice, "Well fuck me, that was quick, wasn't it?"\n\n"Uh, Deacon, did it work?" Julian asks, actually peeking from between his fingers. "... Are you a girl?"\n\n"No, I turned into a Scotsman, Thatcher, behold my kilt," Deacon says with a sneer that's now somehow rather adorable, flapping the hem of her sweater at him with both hands. Seeming wholly unperturbed, she slips her delicate feet out of her shoes and the pile of clothes now on the floor and pads over to the mirror, 'hmmming' softly as she turns back and forth, eyeing herself. "Good lord I suppose it's true my sisters really do spend all that time brushing their hair, look at this," she declares breezily, brushing her own hands through the thick, rather wild snowy field she now sports. "Tch, got the height of the women on father's side of the family, but then it's a tad cute, isn't it?" she adds, leaning forward and poking the tops of her cheeks with both index fingers, perhaps observing the vaguely feline set her eyes now have.\n\n"Um. I guess," you reply, not quite sure how to answer one of your friends calling their own female form 'cute'. Julian doesn't either, to judge by the way he's just sort of staring.\n\n"'Course I am, I'm bloody adorable," Deacon declares now in smug satisfaction, smirking as she straightens up... then snagging the hem of her sweater again and lifting.\n\n"Whoa hey whoa!" you blurt, eyes going wide as she casually lifts it up and tosses it aside, baring a sleek body with pert rear and small perky breasts, with the proportions of a dancer, and turns back and forth in front of the mirror utterly unashamed, while Julian yips and covers his eyes again.\n\n"Oh hush, Amazing, I want to get a good look," Deacon scoffs as she eyes her own naked body in the mirror, striking a few poses, arms behind her head and jutting her small chest out, hands on her hips and cocking them to the side, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees... which incidentally juts that trim bare ass and pale pink pussy right towards you. "You may as well look all you want as well, hm? Unless there's something not to like about the view?" she adds with a half-sneer, glancing over her shoulder at you.\n\n"... Uh..." Again, you don't really know how to respond to that, and just stare as she strikes a few more poses.\n\n"... Hm." Deacon straightens up, and sort of leans her upper body back and pushes her hips forward, hands resting on the front of her smooth crotch. Frowning thoughtfully, she wiggles her hips a few times, before stepping away from the mirror and back over to her pile of clothes. Rummaging in her pants, she comes up with... her phone, which she carries over to plop down on Julian's bed, bare ass bouncing briefly on the mattress as she drops to sit.\n\n"H-hey, geez, that's my bed, at least put on your-!" Julian starts, only to cut himself off with a somewhat strangled sound as Deacon proceeds to spread her coltish legs wide, showing off the trim lips of her pussy completely... and then blocking the view of them with her phone.\n\n<i>klikit</i>\n\n"Hmmmm," Deacon says even more thoughtfully, bringing the phone up and looking at the screen while you and Julian just stare. "... Yes, I like it, quite lovely," she declares in a rather smug tone... then smirks even more as she makes several theatrically deliberate taps with one finger on the screen.\n\nYou and Julian both jump a little as your phones' text tones go off, eyes snapping reflexively down towards your pockets... then slowly rising back up to stare at the naked girl sitting on Julian's bed, currently snapping another selfie, albeit this time of her upper body. "... Did you just...?" you murmur.\n\n"Certainly! Enjoy to your heart's content," Deacon says with a snicker. "But if you want more pictures, you should take them yourselves! I'm not going to do all the work here!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... 'Kay."|FFMS]]\n\n[["... The real thing is plenty."|FFMS]]\n\n[["..."|FFMS]]

You are a fifteen-year-old runaway boy named Eric. You're a bit on the skinny side, not much muscle but not much fat either. You're light-skinned and have scruffy dark hair that tends to hang into your face. You're wearing a black t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt, slightly ragged blue jeans, and beaten-up black sneakers.\n\nYou've made the decision to strike out on your own rather than staying in a home you couldn't stand for one day longer. Between some money of your own you saved up and some you stole before heading out, you've got enough to manage for awhile. You've made it through the first few days of just getting some distance between yourself and your former home, and now it's time to make a decision about where you're going to go. You have a few options in mind, and you ponder which one to take.\n\n<b>[[Worldland|WorldlandStart]]</b>: A sprawling amusement park, relatively new but already famous for its general awesomeness. Sure it's probably not the best use of your money and it's not exactly a plan for the future, but you were never allowed to go anywhere nearly as fun before. Why the hell not? You need the pick-me-up!\n\n<b>[[The Circus|CircusStart]]</b>: A trifle cliche, but it must be cliche for a reason, right? A circus passed through your town recently, you can probably catch up with them and see if they need any help. Three hots and a cot, travel, and a fun environment, you figure.\n\n<b>[[The Country|CountryStart]]</b>: You can head away from your suburban area and towards the more rural landscape. Maybe you can find work on a farm, or live off the land! You're not entirely sure how to do either of those things, but hey, first time for everything.\n\n<b>[[The City|CityStart]]</b>: Or you can go the opposite direction, head towards a nearby large city. There's likely to be others just like you there, too, so at least you wouldn't be alone. And plenty of opportunities for more normal work, right?\n\n<b>[[Wander|WanderStart]]</b>: It's hard to make a decision just now. You could always just keep heading down the road, and see what happens.

"Oh? Would you spare yourself from such a fate?" You can see Rei hesitate as she realizes she's put herself in a position to have to beg you for mercy, and you shrug expansively. "Well, obviously, if you're not willing to offer something in return to spare yourself from the fate of becoming a male donkey, as witless and mindless as any other beast of burden, I'll simply begin your transformation and-" You raise your hands slowly, fingers poised to snap.\n\n"NO!" Rei blurts, trembling all over, her eyes wide. "... Please, just... tell me what you want me to do," she whimpers, closing her eyes and slumping her head after a moment. "Don't turn me into a donkey." \n\n"Very well then." You snap your fingers again, smirking as it makes her wince and twitch, but instead the donkey immediately starts trotting back inside Rei's apartment, with you following and Rei forced to float along behind. You give a few flicks of your fingers to pull the door back into position and mend it from its shattered state, then form a seal over it to insure privacy. Then you reach out to touch a claw to her skin, about halfway between her bellybutton and her cleft, the Senshi gasping loudly and arching as energy blazes, etching a glowing pink sigil into her skin.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/7oo9Ur0.png>\n\n"What are you doing?!" she splutters, then yelps as you abruptly release her bonds, allowing her to drop to the floor to land (only barely with any grace) on all fours.\n\n"You are now marked. So don't go getting any ideas about fighting back or running away now that I've released you... with that on you, I only need a thought to begin any change that I want, no matter where you are or what you're doing," you explain as she sits up and stares between her breasts down at the glowing mark, fingertips gingerly probing the edges of it. "But if you do as I say, I will let you go free."\n\n"I won't... I won't betray the others," Sailor Mars asserts, trying to firm her jaw and mostly winding up pouting.\n\n"Oh no no, I'm not going to have you do anything like that. In fact, what I want you to do is quite simple." Your muzzle curls in a wide, toothy smile. "You're going to put on a 'donkey show'."\n\n"W-what?!" she squeaks, eyes going wide again. \n\n"We do have the donkey, after all," you explain breezily, waving a hand towards her former neighbor, the beast standing there placidly with its long, thick black cock now drooping down in a low arc. "So, I believe you begin by climbing under there and sucking his cock. Unless you've decided you'd rather...?" You start to raise your hand meaningfully again.\n\n"NO!" Rei winces at the vehemence of her own denial, then murmurs, "I'll... I'll do it." She leans forward onto her hands again and crawls towards the donkey, her tits shaking beneath her and ass wagging a bit in the air with her motions. She scoots under the low-slung equine's body, slowly reaching out towards that half-limp cock, only to jerk when you call out for her to wait.\n\nSmirking, you snap your fingers again, several jackalmen (leaner and shorter than yourself, obviously) appearing. All three are naked, their long ink black pricks jutting forward in the air, and all three are holding video camera viewfinders to one eye. You wait for them to move into position, enjoying the sight of Rei wilting a little in humiliation, before giving a few flicks of your fingers towards her. "Continue."\n\nNow under the watchful eye of the cameras, Rei reaches out, tentatively touching the donkey's limp equine prick. The beast snorts, then gives a short bray as she starts stroking, its length quickly twitching and stiffening again. She swallows as it comes further and further towards her, then seems to realize that she has no other choice than to get to work. She leans forward, eyes closing as she gives a tiny lick at the tip, then slowly, obviously regretfully, starts swirling her tongue around the blunt head while stroking along some of the length with her other hand. As if to constantly remind her that she's attending to an animal, the human woman turned beast gives bestial moans and occasional short brays as she reluctantly attends to its cock. Though you can see her strokes along its shaft gradually starting to get a little longer and more eager, and her tongue moving in wider, less hesitant strokes.\n\nSmirking, you manifest a (modest) throne for yourself and settle into place, flipping your loincloth aside and stroking your own stiff prick. As you thought... magical girls, being the sluttiest creatures known to mortal-kind, are utterly incapable of not getting off on anything sexual, even moreso if they're forced into it. One of your jackal cameramen moves to get a better, closer view of her round ass with its revealed pucker and her bare slit as it steadily moistens, the hand not holding his camera stroking his own stiff prick. "That's right, get it into your mouth, slut," you coo, hearing Rei's faint humiliated moans as she presses her lips over the flared head until it pops into her mouth. "You can't stop until those fat donkey balls are on your chin."\n\nWhether following your demands or starting to get into it for her own sake, Rei begins rocking back and forth on her hands and knees to work her mouth along that cock, pressing herself further onto it, hands and knees scooting forward marginally. Her gagging and quagging as it presses against her throat and starts to bulge it on entrance is mostly covered by the donkey that was once her neighbor braying and thunking its hooves against the floor... then starting to thrust. Rei's muffled 'MMF!' of protest is really all she can do as the donkey begins thrusting its hips, forcing inch after inch past her lips and down her throat with every thrust. Probably rather sooner than she'd intended, those fat donkey balls really are slapping against her chin as the beast facefucks her... and still she rocks forward to meet its thrusts, her eyes rolled up in her head and spit flecking against her chin and spattering across the beast's sack as it pumps into her, all of it from her bulging throat to her swaying tits to her sodden pussy caught on tape by your loyal minions.\n\nFinally the donkey brays long and loud as it thrusts forward, its sheath pressed up against Rei's lips as it cums directly into her belly. The Senshi shudders and twitches, obviously cumming as well. After several long minutes the donkey goes quiet, taking several slow steps back, its glistening black dick sliding gradually out of Rei's mouth, until she leans back as well, her lips stretching some with the head before it drops free with a slight wash of cum that runs down her chin and dribbles onto her tits as she sits up, coughing and gurgling. "Is... is that enough?" she asks in a thick dick-sucking voice, throat obviously not only stretched by the animal prick that just fucked it, but smeared thoroughly with its cum.\n\n"Not yet," you declare, amused by her furious glance over that turns to embarrassed lust at the sight of your cock. "First, you're going to have to get on all fours, get back under the beast, and let it fuck you in the-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-cunt."|HLSenshi]]\n\n[["-ass."|HLSenshi20x3]]

"W-what?" Rei squeaks, squirming where she's sat back on her heels. "But... but it's so big...!"\n\n"You're a magical girl, you know full well you can take it. Unless-"\n\nEven as you say the word in a significant tone, she's scrambling back onto all fours and turning around, backing herself up under the beast's forelegs. She reaches back and grips hold of the tip of its partially softened cock, giving her neighbor-turned-donkey's cock a few strokes and tugs until it starts stiffening up again. Biting her lower lip, she brings it up and presses the head of the spit- and cum-lubed equine prick to her pucker, unable to help yelping and giving a little hop forward when the donkey presses forward a little almost immediately. But with another glance of mingled fear and lust at both you and the circled camerajackals, she takes a deep breath and pushes herself back, whimpering as the flared head spreads her pucker wider and wider. Then she gives a loud gasp as it pops inside, along with at least an inch and a half of the donkey's shaft. This time she begins rocking back and the donkey begins thrusting forward almost at the same time, the Senshi's flushed and gradually more wanton face caught forever on camera as she fucks herself back against the beast grunting and braying above her.\n\n"Nnnnnh it's so fuckin' big so fuckin' big such a big fucking donkey dick in my ass fuck a donkey is fucking me fuck fuck my ass fuck I'm donkey assfucked fuck!" the once overly-proud and refined Sailor Senshi gibbers as she works herself back against the bestial prick pumping deeper and deeper into her hole, her pucker now stretched wide around its black girth. With her steadily abandoning all sense of shame and restraint, it's not long before she's taken it in her ass all the way to the sheath, those heafy equine balls slapping against her dripping cunt and coming away dripping after not many thrusts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my ass, donkey fuck my ass, fuuuuck!"\n\nSmirking, you snap your fingers. At first Rei doesn't even notice the changes as they start to take place, too focused on the pleasure of being raped in the ass by a beast of burden. She doesn't notice as her ears start to lengthen and grow hairy, nor as her pussy gradually smooths out and seals up, leaving the donkey's sack to slap against soft, pale, whole skin. Even, at first, she misses it as her crotch begins to bulge beneath the Anubis Slut mark, draping downward in one place and starting to jut forward in another. It's not until the donkey's balls are beginning to slap against her own new pair and the hairy sheath starts to form around the base of her new prick that she seems to realize she's changing. "W-what's h-awwwww-ppening?!" she cries amidst her moans, whimpering as her growing cock thickens and grows a medial ring, starting to turn deep black, it's head flaring as it gets closer and closer to the undersides of her jiggling tits. "Noooo! You said you wouldn't change mee-hawwww!" she cries as her new donkey ears brush the chest of the beast above her, her almost completed donkey dick leaving a few smears of pre on the lower curves of her breasts.\n\n<hr>\n[["I lied."|HLSenshi]]\n\n[["It's just a small change."|HLSenshi20x4]]

Yeees, something ridiculous, seen as having no dignity and being something foolish and... assinine... the world over! Smirking, you give your fingers a flick, lifting her up to float in midair, then bringing her busty friend up and around to float nearby, where both can easily see the other. The neighbor... Mai, was it?... yelps and glowers at you as you step forward and rip off both her small shirt and tiny shorts, baring her smooth-shaven pussy and those really quite impressive tits. "What do you think you're doing, you jackass?!" she snaps at you.\n\n"My, what a fortuitous choice of words," you reply an in amused tone.\n\nMai scrunches up her nose, before growling, "What's that supposed to mea-HAW!" Her head jerks back, a shocked look on her face, Rei's eyes going wide as well. "H-hey... hey what did you do to me-HAAAAAW!" she blurts, the long bray accompanied by a jerk forward of her head and flutter of her lips. "This isn't fun-HAWWW! Stop i-HAAAW!" She starts struggling against her bonds... then gasps and thrusts her hips forward as her crotch begins to bulge outward, part of it starting to form a long, thick shaft. \n\n"S-stop it! Whatever you're doing to her, let her go and just take me!" the Senshi pleads.\n\n"Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that, her transformation is already begun," you reply in a mock-regretful tone, before smirking as Mai's new cock starts wagging in the air as the flesh darkens, a ring near the middle starting to bulge out even as it gets longer and longer, the head flat and flaring out. \n\n"Nnnh, oh Ghawwww! It's so... hard, hee-hawwwww!" Mai blurts, still squirming and struggling, her tits shaking energetically and her cock wobbling back and forth as well as a furry sheath forms around the base of it. Her balls finish forming and drop heavily, each one almost the size of a softball, her sack and sheath quickly growing a layer of grey-brown hide. "F-fuck! Fuck! Bhawwwls are so full, heeee-hawww!" Mai tosses her head, her ears flopping a little bit as well as they begin to lengthen and take on their own layer of fur, the very tips darkening to black. "C-can't... haawwwwving trouble thinking... hee-haw!" The last bray is almost whimpered as her truly massive donkey dick finishes its growth, jutting out in front of her, beads of clear pre forming at the tip and dribbling down the wide, wrinkled head.\n\nSmirking, you snap your fingers again, the bonds around Mai disappearing and letting her drop to her feet on the floor, tits, cock, and balls bouncing with the motion. As the horrified Rei looks on, rather than running, attacking, or even protesting, Mai instantly grabs her equine pecker in both hands and begins jerking it excitedly, her eyes rolling and tits jiggling animatedly as she furiously pumps her long black prick.\n\n"Nnnnnh, feels sooooo goooood! Hee-hawww!" Mai brays, her eyes rolling up in her head and lips curling up in an idiotic smile, even as her face begins to push outward. "Hee-hawww! Hee-haw hee-hawwwww!" Clearly not even trying to speak anymore, as if enjoying the animal cries spilling from her lips, Mai gives in completely, continuing to pump her inhuman cock even as more donkey hide runs up her thinning legs and over her ass, luscious curves reshaping into muscular flanks as a tail pushes out from above them. "Heeeeee-hawwwww, hee-haw hee-haw hee-hawwwww!" the quickly changing woman continues to bray, the sound rapidly losing any hint of human voice as her neck begins to thicken and elongate, bristly black hair sprouting from the back of it as her own auburn locks retract, turning stiff and black as well as they settle between where her long ears have now risen towards the top of her head. "Hee-haw hee-haw, hee-haaaaaaw!" she bellows, the donkey fur now sliding down her arms and over her rapidly shrinking tits, until the reshaping of her back drops her forward. Her hands change to hooves even as they're dropping towards the ground, hitting the floor with a loud <i>clop</i>. "HAWWWWWWWW!" the donkey brays, the last flickers of human intelligence leaving its eyes as its cock shudders and spurts long splatters of equine jizz between its forelegs and all over the carpet.\n\nRei trembles in her floating bonds, staring at the donkey that used to be her neighbor as its huge black cock droops slightly, the beast turning its head back and forth, clearly with no more thought in its head than any other beast of burden. The only way to even tell that it was once a woman named Mai is the color of its eyes and that her hairband is still bound around part of its mohawk-like mane. "Are... are you going to do that to me?" she whimpers, a tear sliding down her cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|HLSenshi26x1]]\n\n[[Perhaps not...|HLSenshi20x2]]

"Oh, it's just a little bit of a change, a small gift, really," you answer her breezily as you continue to stroke your own cock, your jackalman minions snickering softly as well as they continue to catch every wobble of her tits and sway of that fat donkey dick below her, as well as the thrusting of the one driving into her ass. \n\n"Nooo, I don't want a donkheeee-hawwwww dick!" she protests, even as she shudders, eyes rolling some. "Donkhee-hawww dick, dick dick feeee-hawwwwwls so goooood! Soooo gooood-hawwwwww!" she blurts as she resumes her frantic rocking back against the beast fucking her, making its balls slap against hers even more firmly. "No, no, fuck, no, yessss, hee-hawwww! Hee-haw hee-hawwww!" she brays, her lips curling up in a brainless smile as she's fucked, her cock twitching and starting to fire long ropes of cum all over her tits and the floor. The donkey above her continues to bray and grunt as it pounds her ass, Rei giving her somewhat more human "Hee-hawwwww!" cries of pleasure as she keeps rocking back against its thrusts, every few pumps urging out a few more spurts of cum from her prick. Eventually the donkey gives a longer, louder bray and shoves forward, Rei's belly gradually bulging up as her ass is pumped full of its load, her face a mask of idiot pleasure as she half-giggles half-moans, her own donkey cock spattering more jizz all over herself and the puddle on the floor.\n\nIt's only after the donkey has stepped back, it's softening cock sliding out of her ass with a splash of cum and drooping beneath it, that she apparently collects her wits enough to remember what happened. Blinking the haze of lust out of her eyes, she whimpers as she sits back on her heels, seemingly unable to help bringing both hands to her new thick pole and stroking it a bit as cum dribbles out of her thoroughly-fucked ass and across her ankles and soles. "You... said you wouldn't-"\n\n"Change you into a donkey, and I haven't. I made no promises about not giving you a few donkey bits in the process." At her whimper, you let out a bark of laughter, the other jackalmen similarly snorting and guffawing. "I still won't turn you into a donkey, girl, but you've one more task before I'll let you go free. Don't you think it's about time you returned the favor?"\n\nRei stares at you, then turns her head to stare at the donkey. "You... you mean...?"\n\n"What's the matter? I'm sure you rubbed your pussy on your neighbor's plenty of times... do you mean to say you won't fuck her simply because of a... lifestyle change?" you add with a sneer.\n\nShooting you a glare, Rei nevertheless sighs and rises to her feet, cum-smeared legs gleaming in the light as she makes her way behind the donkey. She stares down at its thick black pucker, and the heavy balls hanging below it, then swallows, starting to stroke her own turgid equine prick.\n\n"Ah-ah-ah," you interrupt with a wag of one finger, making her jump a little. "That's the guest of honor at this little donkey show. It deserves better than you just thrusting in. Put your tongue to work first."\n\nShe flushes in anger and humiliation, but at feeling a twitch of her donkey ears you watch the defiance bleed out of her. Instead she bends forward, her cum-dripping tits hanging down, one hand resting on the donkey's flank as her other continues to stroke her own equine cock, keeping it ready. She shudders a little as she leans her face in, her tonguework once more tentative as she flicks it over the wide ring of the beast's asshole. But the moment she tries a little rolling motion of her tongue, that magical girl sluttiness starts taking over. Soon she's moaning as she kisses that thick black doughnut, leaving smears of red lipstick on it to match the ones on its dangling cock, one of the jackalmen having moved in for a nice closeup view of her tongue plunging into the animal's ass over and over again without shame as it grunts and flicks its tail across her long donkey ears.\n\nBefore long, and without prompting, she straightens up and moves in, pressing the flared head of her own equine shaft to the donkey's asshole. Then she starts pushing forward, the donkey braying and the Senshi letting out a long "Hee-hawwwww!" as her cock slides inside the beast's butthole. "Ffffuck it fee-hawwwwls way too goooood, hee-hawwww!" Rei cries, tossing her head as she pushes more and more of her inhuman prick into the animal. Grabbing the donkey that was once her neighbor's flanks, she begins thrusting into it, her fat donkey balls slapping against its nearly identical ones, her eyes rolling and her lips once again curling in a brainless smile, her jizz-spattered tits bouncing and jiggling as she wholeheartedly fucks the mindless animal in front of her, matching each of its brays with a joyful "HEE-HAWWWWWWW!"\n\nYou slowly pump you hand over your shaft, smirking in amusement as the donkey's dick stiffens yet again, wobbling beneath its belly as it's fucked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her finish as is.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her ass.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Give her a gift.|HLSenshi]]

You tap the 'Alien Invasion' option, and a popup appears asking 'Do you wish to initiate scenario?' Ehhhh sure, why not? You tap the confirmation.\n\nAlmost immediately you can hear what sound like air raid sirens going off not very far in the distance, and a shadow falls over you. You look up and see that the sky is suddenly filled with large ships made of faintly orange-tinted yellow metal, with long, broad main bodies that taper towards the back, long fins running down the center of the top, and fronts with broad, sweeping "shields" going up over the back and tapering forward into a beaklike tip, each with three sharp 'towers' rising from the front section. They're visibly descending towards the city, a sort of ominous droning noise steadily growing louder.\n\nAt least until the sim goes on pause again as another window pops up.\n\n'Please choose your allegiance for this scenario.\n\n[[Earth|RanDeb]] - You will be on the side of Earthlings, and either fight back against the invasion or succumb to it.\n\n[[Aliens|RanDeb6x4]] - You will be revealed as an alien infiltrator, sent ahead to help them with their invasion.\n\n[[Neutral|RanDeb]] - You will be an observer. You will be free to wander the scenario watching it play out, essentially ignored by the characters save for minor acknowledgement of direct interference.'\n\nHuh, so it's not automatically assumed you'll be on the side of Earth. You can actually join up with the aliens and go conquering with them... ah, actually, it sounds like if you pick that option, you'll have always been with them from the start. And it sounds like the third means that you can just watch the whole thing play out like the most high definition (and apparently still interactive) hentai anime ever.

Okay, let's see what weird and interesting scenarios there are. You open your menu fully and click over to that tab, eyeing the list thoughtfully.\n\n[[Alien Invasion|RanDeb6x3]] - 'Aliens descend upon Earth! Physically and technologically superior, there seems little to stand in their way... except maybe you! Maybe.'\n\n[[Hellgate Nerima|HellgateNerimaStart]] - 'A portal to Hell has opened and the Demon Lord has launched an invasion. All of Japan seems likely to fall before the waves of succubi, incubi, and tentacle demons.'\n\n

Eh, just hanging around the starting area is tired. You decide to take a stroll outside, heading out the front door and down the path to stand in the street.\n\nYet again a little notification pops up on the Scenarios tab... ah, it's probably for scenarios that involve the whole city or sim now, since you're officially in the "outside" area. Actually there's a new option under Scenarios too, "Sim Alterations", probably tweaks you can make to the whole thing. You guess you could take a look at those and see if anything seems particularly interesting. Or you could go looking for one of the non-Tendo Dojo NPCs to see what you could do with them... or, heck, just mess around with the random town NPCs since you have these fun debug powers and a whole menu of stuff to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check the scenarios.|RanDeb6x2]]\n\n[[Look at the sim alterations.|RanDebSA1x1]]\n\n[[Find a specific character.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Mess with the crowd NPCs.|RanDeb]]

So you guess you get to become a big scary anthropomorphic Triceratops too, huh? With an even bigger, thicker cock. Well, sounds good to you! "Yes, of course, I am sick of this body with its disgusting hair and mere twelve inch penis," you declare in a haughty tone that seems appropriate to someone dubbed 'Lord'.\n\n"Of course you are, My Lord, your sacrifice in putting up with it for so long shall make you a living martyr among our people for all time," the General declares sympathetically, before snapping, "Commander! Escort Lord Aurik to his personal Genochamber!"\n\n"It is my honor. This way, My Lord," the other (largely identical) alien booms, turning with a sweep of his cape and a wobble of his balls to start marching towards the door at the back of the stage. You pause just long enough to make a generic inspiring gesture to the troops and receive another rousing bellow of enthusiasm in response, before turning and strolling after him. Yeah, this is definitely way more fun than playing the plucky hero fighting off the invasion.\n\nYou're led through some hallways, past occasional smaller groups of Trikeron soldiers jog-marching past with bare balls bouncing and shafts swaying, all of them turning towards you to slam a fist against their shoulders in salute as they pass. Heh, neat. The Commander shows you to a set of opulent future-styled quarters that would be fairly oversized for you as you currently are, and gestures to the open tube sitting at an angle against one wall. "Please feel free to enter, My Lord. The royalty-quality chambers are quick, you should not miss any more of the invasion than absolutely necessary."\n\n"Good, good," you acknowledge. Hm... considering the size of these guys, you doubt your clothes would survive the change, and they apparently don't wear much in the way of them anyway. So you strip down, negligently letting the clothes hit the floor and ignoring them as you move to climb into the tube and lay down... gotta figure, if you're a Lord, there's likely someone to clean up after you. The inside of the tube is surprisingly comfortable... the pad you're laying on is a little sticky, but it's like high-quality memory foam, conforming to your body. "You may begin the process."\n\n"Of course, My Lord. I'll send the slave in to attend to you before I rejoin our forces," the Commander says humbly, bowing again before tapping commands into the panel beside the tube. Even as the glass top is sliding closed over it, you feel a pleasant drowsiness steal over you and gently ease you down into sleep, amidst a soft bubbling sound and the feel of liquid rising up over your feet.\n\nYou awaken to a low rushing sound and the feeling of a water level sliding down your chest, gradually retreating. Well, 'water', but a glance down shows it's greenish-yellow around your now leathery skin. Hm, the others were sort of yellow with a tint of orange, you're more explicitly tiger-colored, with a front covered in almost white and your sides orange with jagged black stripes. Guess you get to be neat special snowflake colors besides your awesome title. Kind of looks like you're a bit on the sleeker side than the others too... you're still broad-shouldered and heavily-muscled, but a bit more dextrous-looking. As the liquid finishes draining and the tube opens, you step out of it, your smooth-leather hide dripping as you stretch. Oh yeah, you really <i>feel</i> more powerful too, and the room is now far more appropriately sized for you.\n\n"Should this lowly and pathetic creature dry you off, Lord and Master?" comes a soft, feminine voice from the side.\n\nYou glance over and quickly spot its source... an anthropomorphic dinosaur woman. Though not a Triceratops, you'd guess from the claws and the thick mane of red, orange, and blue feathers running from the top of her head down to between her shoulderblades that she must be a Velociraptor. Her skin is a dark green-grey in color over most of it, with a bright, almost iridescent blue stripe going right down her spine all the way to the tip of her tail and sending little 'feelers' out from it along her sides, with a stretch of pale flesh the color of an overmilked latte running from the underside of her muzzle down the front of her throat and chest, over her large breasts, and down her belly to between her legs, stopping just behind the lips of her bare pussy. The only things she's wearing are a solid band of gold encircling her neck (and going around the outside of her feathermane), and a pair of gold rings piercing her ink-black nipples. She bows low to you, a fluffy expanse of white held in her hands.\n\n"Hm, yes, you should," you declare lazily, holding your arms out to the side. She bobs her head quickly and moves in, starting to rub the towel over your body, obviously well-trained in focusing on doing so without putting on a show, though it certainly feels nice to have her rubbing the soft, absorbent fabric all over your arms, shoulders, stomach, and even your shaft and balls, her hands tucking and rubbing this way and that to get every nook and cranny, even as she skillfully avoids actually arousing you by doing so. It's actually almost as pleasurable when she starts drying off your own relatively short tail around the base. "Remind me again who you are?" you add.\n\n"This lowly and pathetic creature is your Reptrin slave, Lord and Master," the raptor-woman replies without hesitation, apparently not finding it odd that you seem to have no clue who she is. "While this lowly and pathetic creature is mere property and not a person, if Lord and Master wishes a form of address other than 'slave', this lowly and pathetic creature is sometimes called 'Baru', much as one would name any other domesticated animal after some noticeable bodily marking."\n\n"Just curious, but how did you become my slave?" you ask, watching her as she kneels to start drying off your legs.\n\n"This lowly and pathetic creature was captured with a number of other lowly and pathetic creatures of her prior species-"\n\n"You can use the shorthand, just to speed things along.\n\n"Yes, Lord and Master. Baru was then altered into this form to serve her Trikeron superiors better, as well as having a Behavioral Regulation Web implanted onto and through her brain to insure her absolute loyalty and subservience. Baru is completely incapable of not worshiping her Lord and Master, despite Baru's wrongheaded arrogance in thinking she was both superior and a person in her previous existence."\n\nWhoa, so this is what Trikerons do to the species they get hold of, huh? Pretty wild. She rises to her feet as she finishes drying off your own, and murmurs, "Shall Baru retrieve Lord and Master's armor and dress him now?"\n\n"Yes, do that," you command, watching her as she turns and makes her way over to a display case set in one wall, holding a set of gold-trimmed black armor and a long white cape both slightly more elaborate than the ones the General and Commander were wearing. Piece by piece she fastens them onto you, dutifully placing them and fastening the straps, fitting them so perfectly that you become barely aware of them after they've been on for a few seconds. Though your armor includes a decorative belt with several pouches along the sides, it has no more covering for your crotch than the other Trikeron armor. Not like you have to worry... your Cheat already made you invulnerable, and it's apparently normal for these aliens to be unworried about any damage to their bits and pieces. The armor seems entirely decorative, really, you think as Baru finishes strapping on the fingerless gauntlets that cover your forearms and the backs of your hands. "Hm, very good. Alright, Baru, what's on our agenda for today?" you ask, assuming she's been placed there to effectively act as your assistant. She holds up one of the remaining three options... a bejeweled golden 'sleeve'... and you lower your head to let her slide the caps over the tips of your horns as she answers.\n\n"Yes, Lord and Master, forgive Baru for her appearance of basic intellect by knowing about your itinerary. As Lord of the First Conquest Fleet you are of course allowed to do whatever you want, be that to relax indulgently and watch your forces at work, or actively take part in the ground invasion yourself. Similarly you may retire to your personal oversight room to make decisions about who to capture and what to do with them... a list of individuals has been flagged from your reports, indicating that they are to be captured if at all possible without injury or being despoiled, so that you may personally decide their fate at your leisure. Or you might wish to go to the bridge to oversee the invasion in general. There are also several individuals among the force that I'm sure would like to speak to you now that you're back in your true form. I am sure many more options might occur to you as well, as you are the mighty and masterful Lord Aurik and I am nothing but a piece of meat who has delusions of being of use to you."\n\n<hr>\n(The Trikeron Invader sim is a partially self-contained mini-scenario. Rather than necessarily having branch options, you're more free to wander the scenario until you've exhausted its options or found an end.)\n\n[[Begin Trikeron Invader sim.|TrikeronStart]]

Seems like the alien side is gonna be the one having all the fun. Grinning, you tap the 'Alien' allegiance option.\n\nThe window minimizes and all the noise returns, including various people shouting, screaming, and pointing at the sky as they filter out of their houses. Almost immediately a bright blue light falls all around you, and you look up to see that it's coming from the ship directly overhead. You're slowly lifted off your feet, your whole body hovering briefly before everything skitters and changes. You suddenly find yourself standing on a stage at one end of a large room. Arrayed before you are organized ranks of what must be the aliens. Suddenly the look of their ships make sense... they're Triceratops men. They do all seem to be men as well, which is obvious... while their tall, broad bodies, either with competition body builder defined muscles and abs or powerlifter solid guts and thick-set arms and legs are covered in a few places with red and silver armor, those places seem to only be their shoulders, upper arms, the fronts of their thighs and shins. The rest of their leathery yellow-with-orange-tinge bodies are left completely on display, including the impressively girthy cocks hanging down over their heavy sacks.\n\n"HAIL, LORD AURIK! HAIL, THE RETURNING HERO!" they all instantly bellow, beaklike mouths opened in a general roar of enthusiasm following the words.\n\n"My Lord Aurik," one of the triceratops-men on the stage with you rumbles, his voice deep and smooth. His armor is much the same as the others, but trimmed in gold rather than silver and with a cape attached to the shoulder armor. He kneels to you, as does the alien on the other side, both of them lowering their horned, crested heads as if in reverence. "We are most pleased by your return. The intelligence you have provided about the Earthlings has been invaluable, and we expect little to no resistance. The Trikeron Empire shall add this planet to its dominion within the next two local solar cycles, or you may make me answer for it."\n\n"Very good... General," you take a guess, raising a hand benevolently as if to assure him you're pleased.\n\nEither that's his actual rank or the program just accepts it as his rank now, he lifts his head to look at you. "My Lord, I assume you will immediately wish to make your way to the Genochambers to have your proper glorious form returned, rather than the... <i>mammalian</i> one you have donned for your infiltration?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah sure.|RanDeb6x5]]\n\n[[Nah.|RanDeb]]

Wanting an excuse to talk to a cute older girl... especially one wearing a black shirt that thin and tight... you pause beside the entryway. "Y'know, you don't seem quite as enthusiastic as most of the other workers here." Not exactly your best opening line ever, but you don't have that much to work with really.\n\nShe shrugs, causing a very minor jiggle in her chest that you try to not get caught paying attention to. "Yeah, well, they're excited to be at work for a <i>lot</i> of different reasons, none of which apply to me. I usually work behind the scenes... way behind the scenes... but the caller for this place took a personal day. Since they're sort of a friend, I agreed to fill in for awhile."\n\n"Eric," you say, offering a hand. She eyes it for a moment, as if unsure why she should bother, then shrugs again and clasps your hand briefly.\n\n"Baal."\n\n"So, Baal, is this place really worth my time, or is it as exciting as you make it sound?" you ask with a grin.\n\nHer pencil-thin black eyebrows quirk a bit. "Oh, it's as exciting as anything else in this park is, really. There's plenty of innnnteresting stuff inside," she adds, rolling the word around on her tongue.\n\n"So you'd suggest it, then?"\n\n"I try not to make suggestions to people about what they should do here, especially members who fit the 'target audience' criteria as well as you do," Baal replies, looking you up and down rather blatantly. Something about the way she says it and the way she looks at you combine to give you a feeling that's half arousal and half fear, a tiny shiver running from the tips of your toes all the way up to the roots of your hair. "But it won't be boring, I promise you that. Oh, I guess I'm supposed to tell you that there's actually a few different options for going through this place."\n\n"Options?"\n\n"Yeah. You can just wander through it like a tourist, or you can do the [[Zombie Attack Challenge|HHHplaceholder]]... instead of taking in the sights you have to run through as quick as possible with a bunch of zombies chasing you."\n\n"Really? A bunch of people in makeup chasing me through the halls?"\n\n"Riiiight, makeup. There's also the [[Three Door Challenge|HHHplaceholder]]. You follow a path of rooms, and each room has three doors. One door leads to the next room, one door leads to a trap, and one door is locked. You pick that one, you wind up stuck in the room."\n\n"Stuck for how long?"\n\n"Long enough that I assure you, you'll get more than a little bored. But either way, if you can get through the house doing either of those, there's prizes and stuff, depending on how well you did and how quickly you got through." She glances around briefly, apparently seeing if there's anyone nearby, then looks back at you and lowers her voice. "I also know one particularly interesting room on the regular tour. I can give you a little map to follow if you wanna [[check that out|HHHplaceholder]]." She shrugs again, raising her voice back to its normal volume. "Or you can just [[head on in like normal|HHH2x1]], it's all the same to me."

"This stupid Jusenkyo curse that makes me turn into a girl!" you reply with a huff, gesturing at yourself. "I'm a <i>guy</i>! I want to go back to being a <i>guy</i>, all the time!"\n\n"Oh, really? It's such a shame. Personally I'd count some of those pools as a blessing for you lot, it seems so boring to be trapped in the same dull body all the time, unable to tweak or change it as you like."\n\n"Yeah well like I said I wanna be a guy again, so take it off of me, if you're such hot stuff!"\n\n"But what a waste. I'm not saying I won't," he adds, before quickly holding up a hand. "Now now, I'm not saying I won't," he continues as you bristle. "But let me suggest an alternative. In return for your soul, I will give you the ability to <i>control</i> your curse. No more cold and hot water, you'd be completely in charge of it. If you really don't want to be able to change, you can always just leave yourself in male form, but I think you'd be happier allowing for... a potential change in perspective, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, fine, whatever.|FRanX]]\n\n[[No! Curse, gone, now!|FRanX]]

"Wait, wait, seriously, you can grant wishes?!" you cry, having latched onto that and somewhat bypassing the issue of the cost, as is typical for you.\n\n"Hmmm, there are some limits. It's easier if it's a wish about yourself, or about someone or something closely connected to you. Wishes that change the nature of the outside world are a bit more than I can handle," he says with a slightly sulky mutter, before grinning again. "But many things are possible, yes."\n\n"Then I can get rid of my curse!" you squeal happily, doing a little hop in place and making various body parts jiggle.\n\n"Which curse?" Satan asks mildly.\n\n"... Huh?"\n\n"Which curse, exactly? From my perspective you have a number," he expounds, propping his chin up on one palm as he looks you up and down. "You'll have to be more specific."\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, duh, my curse! My <i>curse</i>!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Turning into a girl, obviously!"|FRanX31x2]]\n\n[["Wait, are my girl problems a curse?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["I bet my rivals are a curse, aren't they?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["... What's the worst curse you <i>think</i> I have?"|FRanX35x1]]

"Um..." You shift nervously in your chair, looking at each woman in turn as you get the nerve to speak up.\n\n"What is it, sweetie?" Mai asks without looking from her menu.\n\n"Uh, can I... can I go to the restroom, please...?"\n\n"Of course. Just don't dawdle too much," she answers, still distracted.\n\nYou blink, then hop up and head for the likely-looking alcove. Somehow the fact that she just took it as a given you'd go to the bathroom and come right back, as if you really were a... daughter?... makes you feel a bit strange. Almost like you're starting to take it as a given yourself. Of course, that means you're a bit distracted as you arrive at the bathroom doors and have to pick which one to go through.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the Men's Room, force of habit.|HLMai3x9]]\n\n[[You're dressed as a girl, better use the Lady's Room.|HLMai]]\n\n[[What are you, nuts? This is your chance, RUN FOR IT!|HLMai]]

Distracted by your thoughts, you autopilot towards the door with the masculine symbol on it and step inside the classy-looking washroom. Luckily not classy enough to have a sitting attendant, as once you spot the urinals, you remember exactly what you're wearing. You glance down at your pink dress and then to the side at one of the mirrors, blushing in embarrassment at the cute "girl" looking back at you. Sighing, you suppose it's probably best to just hurry up and go, and avoid being seen like this, especially in here.\n\nBut to that end, is it better to use the urinals, or a stall...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Urinal.|HLMai3x10]]\n\n[[Stall.|HLMai]]

"Yes, Mai-mama," you say meekly, then gasp when she pushes your legs apart. True to her word, she apparently intends to fuck you with you on your back, legs spread, just like a girl. Your balls aren't in the way much anymore, after all, and she only has to nudge her slick cock up a bit under them and lift your hips a bit to find your pucker. She pushes in, her well-lubed shaft sliding in easily, and you give a long, decidedly girlish moan this time as she fills you up again.\n\nMai sheathes herself in your ass, then begins working her hips eagerly, the motion making her big tits jiggle merrily. "Yeah, you like that?" she coos at you, her hands gripping your stocking-clad thighs. "You like mama's big fat cock in your cute little pussy, huh?" she urges, fucking your ass just a bit faster as she urges herself on with her own dirty talk.\n\n"Uh-huh!" you gasp out, gripping the bedsheets, light glinting off the motion of your cute little pink nails. Your toes curl inside your stockings as she starts fucking you harder and harder, your legs lifting up a bit more with each increase in speed, until you wrap them around her middle. Your limp, hairless little cock jiggles around as she fucks you against the bed, her flat belly occasionally rubbing against it and making you realize that while soft, it's extremely sensitive.\n\nChun-Li lays down on the bed, propped up on pillows and watching the show, one hand kneading one of her own tits and the other lightly stroking her cock as she watches Mai fuck your ass. The ninja moans, leaning forward, those jiggling tits right above your face. "You love it? Huh? I wanna hear it!"\n\n"I love it, mommy!" you gasp out, turning your head to the side and biting your lower lip, your blue-lidded eyes closing. "Your cock's so big in my tight little pussy, it feels so good!" You gasp more loudly as she gives a particularly hard thrust at that, whimpering adorably as she starts fucking you harder and harder. This time when she thrusts in and starts flooding your ass with cum, you climax with her, feeling your ass squeeze and quiver around her length and a rush of intense pleasure go through your limp cock, even though nothing comes from the tip this time.\n\nPanting and gasping at the intensity of your first female-like assgasm, you lay trembling as Mai disentangles from your legs and pulls out of you. But it's only moments before she's urging you to get up and head for Chun-Li. It's clear what your 'other mama' wants from the grin on her lips, so you swing astride her and waste no time in sliding your cum-and-lube smeared asshole down over her cock. She grabs your slender hips, guiding you down on her, and you put your hands over hers for balance as you seat yourself atop her prick.\n\nYou begin riding Chun-Li's dick, her hands doing little more than urging you in the motion of her hips. You moan at the different feelings being on top bring, as well as other sensations. Your nipples feel stiffer and more sensitive than before, rubbing against the soft cotton of the inside of your flat little bra and making little dents in the fabric. You begin riding her faster and more eagerly, and Chun-Li obliges by yanking you down harder on her, making every drop onto her dick count. Your own limp member and small, soft balls bounce around, framed by the pink ruffles of your garter belt.\n\nFinally you squeal as Chun-Li blasts her load inside you and sets off another girl-style orgasm in your slender, sweet-smelling body. You slump forward against her breasts, panting and gasping, while her hands alternately stroke your back and squeeze your ass. She kisses your cheek and murmurs, "That's Chun-mama's good little girl," in your ear.\n\n"Hm." Mai picks up the bedside clock to look at it. "As much as we really should take a few more turns fucking our cute little girl's holes, we'd probably better get cleaned up and go to dinner... she was <i>very</i> good, after all. If we wait too much longer, we'll be waiting for a table all night."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HLMai3x7]]

Getting cleaned up actually does take awhile, partly because both Mai and Chun-Li decide at different times that they absolutely have to fuck your ass while you're in the shower, and partly because they both decide at the same time that you'd look better as a blonde. Thus you wind up with pale blonde hair brushed in a cute little fan over one side of your face, the front of it clipped with a pair of bright pink barettes. Everything else you wear winds up equally girly, of course... the light dusting of makeup with watermelon pink lip gloss, the hot pink panties (greatly simplified from the other stuff, but still obviously meant for a cute, youthful cut), the pink and white dress with broad straps that still leave some of your shoulders and your arms bare, the hemline ruffled just a bit and about two inches above your knees. No bra this time... the dress fits snugly enough against your chest after all. Your legs get sheathed in white and pink striped thigh-highs, and your feet are enclosed in white and pink saddle shoes. You were never exactly a towering bastion of manliness before, but looking in the mirror now you don't think 999 out of 1,000 people would look twice at you and see anything other than a "mommy's little princess" girl.\n\nMai and Chun-Li finally finish dressing you up and tend to themselves, both wearing their own variations on the Little Black Dress. They lead you out of the apartment building with you walking between them, chatting and talking as if it were all a perfectly normal evening. You're actually not even sure you're still in Worldland, come to think of it... when you exit the apartment building this time, not so focused on your humiliation (though that's still there a bit), you notice there's a full-fledged street in front of it with traffic going on... you hope it was as deserted as you thought it was earlier! Mai hails a cab and the three of you pile into the back, both women continuing to chat amiably during the ride, hands occasionally stroking up your thighs or patting you affectionately on the head.\n\nThe restaurant isn't so fancy that someone checks your, ah, guardians' credit before you go in, but it does seem to be fairly upscale, the sort of place that probably employs more than one full-time employee with a title like "sommelier". The three of you are seated and the hostess starts to hand out menus, Mai stopping her when she gets to you. "Oh, we'll order for her," she says cheerfully. The hostess apparently thinks absolutely nothing of that and retreats. You fidget in place and glance around at the other diners as Mai and Chun-Li peruse their menus and discuss what looks good. You think you spot a few of the other mascots from the park, further confusing you about where this place is, exactly. No one seems to be staring at you in 'Holy crap a crossdressing boy' fashion, at least... though when you think about it, isn't that actually <i>more</i> embarrassing?\n\nGradually, though, you start to realize you have a different problem... you really need to pee. You glance longingly towards where you think the restrooms are located, lightly biting your lower lip and starting to squirm in your seat. You look back at Mai and Chun-Li, uncertain of what to do. Sure, they seem relaxed now and seem to take it as a given that you're going to stay with them (and if you're honest, the thought of trying to run again hasn't really crossed your mind in awhile). But you're sort of worried about what will happen if you say you want to go somewhere unattended.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try and hold it through dinner.|HLMai15x1]]\n\n[[Just ask to go.|HLMai3x8]]

The bottle's not just girly, but the cartoon princess on the front and the little crown on the cap indicate that it's probably meant for <i>young</i> girls. Still, Mai did say to "make yourself pretty", and that is clearly the prettiest thing on the shelf. In fact, with your futanari overlords just waiting out there for your return, you feel like you had probably better go the full nine yards on following their instructions. So you start a bath running and find the matching "Persimmon Princess" bubble bath on the rim of the tub, adding it to the running water. If pink had a scent, the bathroom would be smelling like it as you climb into the tub.\n\nYou spend awhile in the bath getting scrubbed off, using some "Persimmon Princess" lilac body wash to wash yourself (including in some places that until today hadn't been entered). It does seem to leave your skin very soft and smooth, almost as girlish-feeling as when you were touching Mai earlier. Finally you use the shampoo, which actually <i>does</i> smell like persimmons, your hair becoming quite silky and gaining some real shine. Once you've rinsed off, you find the first towel you come across (a fluffy pink thing) and dry off. Wrapping yourself in it like a blanket, you pad back out into the main room, wondering what fresh torments your captors have in mind for you.\n\nYou find that both have stripped naked... well, almost naked. Both of them are wearing some tiny little panty-like garment that essentially does nothing but cover their ballsacks, thin strings riding high on their hips... Chun-Li's is blue, Mai's red, and both their ten-inch cocks jut forward over the top of them, hard and ready. Both women grin at the sight of you and walk over, Chun-Li snagging the towel and pulling it away to bare your slender body, skin still shining lightly with dampness and the softening wash.\n\n"Ooo, cleans up nice, doesn't he?" She leans in and sniffs at your hair, then lets out a laugh. "'He'? I oughtta say 'she'!"\n\n"Oh my, used those 'Persimmon Princess' things, didn't you?" Chun-Li agrees, giving you a sniff and rubbing a hand over one asscheek. "All smooth and pretty-smelling."\n\n"Haha, there's no way we can just leap right to it after this! We gotta accessorize!" Grinning, Mai heads over to a dresser and begins opening drawers and digging around, obviously searching with something in mind. She lays out bits and pieces on the large bed as she goes, until she's finally assembled two sets of lingerie... one relatively modest set of pink with frills (heightening the youthful effect), and a more daring scarlet set. The dickgirl turns to you, her grin absolutely wicked now. "What was your name, again?"\n\n"Um. Eric."\n\n"Alright, <i>Erica</i>, I'm gonna be real nice and let you pick which set you wear, so Chunbuns and I can do you up right. Before we do you," she adds with a wink. "So which'll it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pink.|HLMai3x5]]\n\n[[Scarlet.|HLMai]]

You spend a few moments looking back and forth between the two sets. In the end more than anything it's the fact that the red set has a thong that has you pointing at the pink set. "Th-those."\n\n"Alright then, let's get our cute girl all fixed up!" Mai says happily, right before she and Chun-Li descend on you. You're pushed around and manipulated as if you were little more than a life-size doll as they slide the frilly garter belt into place around your waist before sheathing your legs in the matching frill-topped pink stockings, shaping your legs into a more girlish, albeit coltish, curvature. You squirm as they slide the panties up and into place, layered frills capping the back of the butt like some little girl's idea of petticoats, your cock (does it seem smaller than before?) making a faint bulge in the front of it. The bra has frills on the lower edges too, and you wonder why Mai even had it around... it seems unlikely she <i>ever</i> fit into it, since it fits against your completely flat chest and skinny body just fine, little more than girly decoration to enhance your humiliating crossdressing experience.\n\nBut that's not the extent of your makeover. While Chun-Li brushes your hair out and adds some little pink barettes to clip your bangs into place and give you a coquetteish fall to your bangs, Mai applies some light makeup to your face... just a little bit of eyeshadow, blush, and some lip gloss, like a little girl getting fixed up by her mother might wear. You also get your fingernails painted a bright babydoll pink, with several chastisements from both of them for you to stop squirming.\n\nOf course, the first thing they make you do once your nails are dry is make you wrap your hands around their cocks and start stroking them off. You kneel between them, blushing as you tentatively slide your hands up and down their smooth, throbbing lengths. "That's right, cutie pie, stroke Mai-mama's cock," the ninja-girl encourages, grinning down at you past her bare tits.\n\n"Mm, Chun-mama thinks that her cock could use a kiss," Chun-Li encourages. You blush brighter, but lean in and plant a little kiss on the very tip of her dick. She laughs at the cutesiness of your motions, cock giving a slight throb between your fingers. "Adorable!"\n\nBut it's not long before Mai grabs you and hauls you up, then pushes you onto your back on the bed. She grabs the waistband of your panties and hauls them down your legs, your cock flouncing free... it definitely does seem smaller than it was before, as well as being smooth and hairless, as if the earlier washing had just cleaned it off completely. The big-boobed ninja grabs a tube from the bedside table and slathers a thick layer of lube all over her cock, the scent of roses filling the room. "You turned on, Erica?" she asks cheerfully as she pumps her hand over her length, the sound of the lube squelching between her fingers audible.\n\n"Y-yes," you admit, blushing again in shame.\n\n"But this little thing isn't hard at all." Mai's tone is still cheerful as she lays her hard, glistening cock atop your own limp dick and balls, emphasizing how much bigger she is than you. "Why do you think that is?"\n\n"I... I don't know..."\n\n"I think it's because little girls don't get hardons," she posits, leering down at you. "Now, are you ready for Mai-mama to fuck you like a girl?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get fucked like a girl.|HLMai3x6]]\n\n[[No! You're a boy! Resist!|HLMai]]

Taking the opening, you desperately lurch backward from Mai and around, scrambling to your feet and making a run for the alleyway, heedless of the fact that your pants are still open and you've got cum smeared all over the lower half of your face. You're not even really looking where you're going, so when your head impacts a pair of breasts, you stumble back in complete surprise, easy pickings for the person you stumbled into to grab your forearms and hold you in place.\n\n"Up to your old tricks, Mai?" the Chun-Li cosplayer standing in the opening of the alleyway says drolly as she spins you around and grabs your wrists again, lifting them up high over your head to make you stretch and keep you from kicking or trying to escape again. You got just enough of a look to tell she was in her 'classic' outfit, the Chinese dress with puffy sleeves and whatnot.\n\n"Thanks, Chunbuns, he almost got away from me," Mai answers cheerfully as she trots over, her tits and her still-hard cock both bouncing with her motions. She kneels down in front of you and undoes your jeans fully, yanking them and your underwear down. Your cock, softened from the shock and indignity of being forced to suck girlcock, flops around above your balls as she works both your jeans, and your socks and shoes, off over your feet. \n\n"I wish you wouldn't call me that," the Chinese woman says with a long-suffering sigh. She passes your wrists to Mai, who turns you around to face Chun-Li, the other fighter looking you up and down, then grinning. "I assume I get to play too, at least?" she asks, though the way she lifts the front flap of her dress and tucks it into her belt indicates she's already assumed the answer. She pulls aside the front of her blue panties, revealing her own large girlcock straining beneath the clinging layer of her pantyhose. Using her fingers to rip a hole in the front of her hose, she lets her cock spring free.\n\n"Of course," Mai says generously, twisting your arms behind your back and forcing you to bend forward, your ass pressing back against her own crotch, her saliva-slick cock rubbing along the cleft of your slender butt. "What's mine is yours, what are cross-company friends for?"\n\nSmirking, Chun-Li grabs your head with both hands, gripping your hair. This time you can't even get a hoarse protest out before she's pushing her cock past your lips. Taking advantage of Mai having only recently forced you to deepthroat, she uses one smooth, steady push to force herself in all the way, the smell of her nylons filling your nostrils as her stocking-clad balls rub against your chin. She almost immediately starts fucking your face, using long, steady strokes to make sure you can feel every inch of her sliding between your lips, over your tongue, and down your throat.\n\nOf course, behind you Mai's not staying idle. She wiggles around, trying to line her cock up without releasing her grip on your wrists, resulting in the tip of her cock jabbing at your buttcheeks several times. But it only takes a few seconds for her to find her mark, and almost the instant you realize that the tip of her dick is pressing against your virgin pucker, she's shoving on inside. You cry out around Chun-Li's dick in protest as your ass is penetrated, the Chinese woman groaning happily in response to the vibrations it sends through her throbbing cock. Mai just keeps pushing on in though, not stopping until she's hilted in your previously virgin little straightboy ass. Then she begins matching her thrusts to Chun-Li's, both of them grinning at each other as they take you from both ends.\n\nYour cock had been swaying around limply underneath you in reaction to their thrusts, but as if just to humiliate you further, as Mai fucks your ass it begins to stiffen again, and is soon jutting forward under your belly, wobbling back and forth, precum dribbling from the tip of it. As much as your brain hates it, your body is clearly enjoying being spitroasted by dickgirls! You roll your eyes up and can't see much beyond the blue-and-gold clad tits of the woman violating your mouth and throat, and the sight of even those covered tits just sends a fresh wave of humiliating pleasure through you.\n\nDespite having cum not too long ago, Mai is the first to finish, moaning loudly and sweetly as she shoves forward, burying her dick into your ass and starting to flood your violated hole with more hot, thick dickgirl-cum. Maybe it's seeing Mai's face as she orgasms, but Chun-Li apparently decides she's ready as well. She pulls her cock out of your mouth and drops one of her own hands to it, stroking herself off, her glistening ten inch girldick aimed right at your face. As she starts firing thick blasts of white goo all over your face, you close your eyes and whimper piteously as your own cock twitches and begins spurting your own load all over the loose fold of your shirt and the dirty concrete of the alley floor.\n\n"Aw, poor baby!" Mai laughs teasingly as she pulls back and out of you, then lifts your hands up over your head again. Chun-Li snorts, grabbing your now cum-stained shirt and pulling it up, the jizz splattered all over your face getting smeared further into your skin as the shirt is pulled over your head and arms, leaving you standing in semi-public completely naked now... and for the moment, free of either girl's grip.\n\n<hr>\n[[They'll never expect you to make a break for it again!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Because it's impossible. Just submit.|HLMai3x3]]

... You've just been fucked in the ass and mouth by metal cables and injected with who the fuck knows what, you're not sure you can take too many more risks right now. Just... going through the nice, normal-shaped doorway appeals to the part of your mind that's clinging to any sense of normalcy it can.\n\nYou make your way along the hallway, which eventually opens up into... a locker room? You blink, looking around for the moment at the row of lockers and benches. You're just trying to decide whether you should sit down and wait or start rummaging through the lockers when you hear footsteps from behind you and turn.\n\n"Oh, it's you." Ah, the black-haired, tattooed woman from the first area... well, you guess she's probably as much a woman as you are, but that's what you've got to go on at the moment. She seems to have been altered just like you were, though she got less enhancement in the hips and rear... her boobs are still a bit bigger, making them almost the size of her head now, and it looks like they made her taller and gave her even more muscle tone. You also notice that the '26' is gone from under her eye, which means you bet your number has been removed too. "Picked this one too, huh?"\n\n"Yeah. Guessing you encountered that... thing... near the end of the first hallway, huh?" you mutter, folding your arms under your chest and trying not to squirm.\n\nShe's obviously less circumspect about it, since she makes a face and rubs one toned asscheek as she says, "Yeah, the fuck was with that? These fuckin' dinos keep messin' with our bodies li-" She cuts off with a loud yelp as she jerks and twists, what looks distinctly like a little crackle of electricity playing around her body for just a moment before disappearing. "What the FUCK?!"\n\nBoth of you whip to face a doorway in the wall as it slides open, and a third woman walks out. You can't help but stare... her breasts are even larger than the black-haired woman's, jiggling and wobbling with every step, her hips particularly generous and ass just as much so. Now <i>that's</i> a sex bomb body, you think in a bit of shock as she walks towards the two of you. She's wearing a bodysuit that seems to be made of a sheet of shiny hex-patterned black plastic the thickness of a single coat of paint, to judge by how her nipples are fully and completely outlined, as is her pussy, the only thing she's wearing other than that being a set of solid silver bands, one as a collar, the other four as bracelets and anklets. Her red hair is done in a pair of long braids, her tan skin showing off a pair of almost glowing yellow eyes.\n\n"You might want to watch what you say, everything you do, say, and feel is now being monitored by our Master," she says evenly, not much expression on her face as she comes to a stop in front of the two of you.\n\n"Our... Master? Singular?" you ask with a frown, glancing around nervously.\n\n"Yes. You have chosen the Multiverse Exploration Division. The Raptarrans seeded dimensional beacons to a number of worlds in various systems in various dimensions, and those beacons have sent back basic readings on which worlds might be of interest. It's a very interesting, and therefore very prestigious position. The three of us will be the support staff for our Master, Particularly Well-Endowed Crimson-Eyed One Who Destroys The Holes of Big-Breasted Mammals, as he explores some of these worlds. ... You may refer to him as Crimson," she adds evenly. "For ease of conducting our duties. I am Amra. What are your names?"\n\n"... Kyuga," the black-haired woman says, seemingly much like you still trying to process what you've just been informed of.\n\n"Cypher," you add, since you're not sure what else to do.\n\n"... Wait, Cypher? Like, Cypher <i>Ceed</i>?" Kyuga rounds on you, eyes wide. "Seriously?!"\n\n"Uh... yeah." You bob your head once. You'd kind of gotten the idea that maybe your body... ... which was like two body alterations ago... was famous in this dimension, but it's still sort of weird to be recognized.\n\nKyuga's only allowed to stand there with a slack jaw for a second before Amra continues. "As you likely noticed, your bodies have been altered to better fit a base 'default' of what Master Crimson likes. This is via the massive amount of nanomachines you have both been injected with. They will be used for communication, instruction, alteration of your bodies to fit situations or our Master's whims, or as you've just witnessed due to your... impropriety... as punishment. They will be further controlled by the attenuation units, which will also generate a protective force field when Master Crimson wishes them to," she continues, gesturing at her midsection. ... That's a force field? But she's already looking aside as two small sections of wall slide aside, and two shelves bearing copies of the bands she's wearing (albeit open) slide out. "Put them on," she adds, in a faintly imperious tone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Guess you'd better.|CyGate]]\n\n[[No way!|CyGate]]

"Uh, hey, whoa, this is... I can't," you stammer, starting to pull away and reaching down to zip yourself up. But before you can actually take hold of the pulltab, Mai grabs your wrist firmly, her pretty red-painted lips turned down in a frown. She's surprisingly strong, for someone you'd assume was just paid to dress up like that.\n\n"Hey, you think you can just get me all turned on and then walk away?" she demands, eyes flashing. Yanking on your wrist, she hauls you along into a nearby small alley between two souvenir shops, the light dim from the sun not quite making it between the tops of the buildings. "Selfish little brat, think you can feel up my tits and show off your hard cock without giving back."\n\nYou try to protest, but she slams her other hand down on your shoulder and shoves you down onto your knees in front of her. Her grip is enough to hold you in place as she releases your hand and pulls the front flap of her costume aside. "I think you need to finish what you started." Your eyes widen at what's revealed by her motion... her tiny panties are stretched around a very <i>large</i> bulge, clearly outlining hefty balls and a sizeable shaft! For a moment you're more stunned that you didn't notice it before than anything else. She gives a little flick with her thumbnail, and that's all it takes to push down the top of the stretched cloth and let her hardening shaft spring free. Despite being a cock, it's somehow still quite feminine, very elegantly shaped, the skin girlishly unblemished and soft. "Open up, cutie."\n\n"No waglkhrk!" Of course the moment you open your mouth to protest, she puts her hand on the back of your head and shoves you forward, forcing her hardening cock past your lips. Clenching her fingers in your hair for a good grip, she begins slowly thrusting her hips, working in a bit more of her dick each time as it grows steadily harder between your lips. You grab her bare hips with both hands, some distracted, disassociated part of your brain thinking how amazing they are, curvy and smooth and perfectly squeezable, while the more immediate part of your thoughts is focused on the fact that your face is being raped by a dickgirl cosplayer!\n\nIt's not long at all before Mai's relentless thrusting forces her cock in deeper, your slender throat bulging up visibly as she pushes it open around her and keeps going with a slow, steady push until all ten inches are forced past your lips, your nose pressing against her hairless crotch and her silk-covered balls rubbing against your chin. Cooing, the scantily-clad fighter girl begins using quicker thrusts, fucking your throat in earnest now, forcing you to steal quick breaths through your nose every time she pulls back enough. Of course your attempts to breathe also wind up with you sucking and gulping at her dick quite a bit, something that obviously delights her to no end to judge by her squeals and moans. You have to wonder how no one walking by the alleyway has heard her and come to investigate by now, since you're just barely not in an open space!\n\nSoon she pulls back, the fleshy head of her girlcock filling your mouth as she begins cumming, blasts of thick jizz hitting the back of your throat and the top of your mouth, pooling on your tongue. A lot of it seeps out and dribbles down your chin, but her hold on your hair and her dick filling your mouth means you've little choice but to swallow whatever you can. Only once her orgasm has slowed to a mild dribble does she pull out, looking down past her own heaving tits at your panting, flushed face. "There, you're quite the good little cocksucker, you know," she compliments cheerfully, releasing her hold on your hair to pat you on the head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now's your chance! Make a break for it!|HLMai3x2]]\n\n[[There's no point, you're too exhausted and she's too fast.|HLMai8x1]]

You sigh, then stand and head over to the fridge, pulling out one of the clear tubes and one of the wrapped snacks. Really, in the end, what else can you do but accept what's happened? It's been how you've handled this whole crazy situation so far anyway, going with the flow of each new dynamic that arises. You suppose you could say "and look where that's gotten you", but hey, you're still alive. You fiddle with the top of the tube until you figure it out (tastes pretty much like Coke) and rather more easily open the candy bar (tastes pretty much like a Snickers). \n\nOnce you've had your snack, you unpack the deck of cards and head over to the table to lay out a game of solitaire. After several games, you start to think of how <i>bored</i> you're getting. According to Mal she had it even worse after her first hunt, but at least you know what's going on... and you have to admit, it's already got you thinking that you definitely want to trade up to something better and more entertaining the next time. You keep coming back to that thought and it winds up with you eventually putting the cards back in the pack and instead turning to doing pushups and situps, as that's the only exercises you can really do effectively in this space.\n\nYou've managed to work up a decent sweat when you hear the door slide open again. You blink and sit up fully, unconsciously letting your legs spread as you balance yourself. There's a tall, naked man standing at the doorway holding a tray. His skin is dark brown, and a series of bumps and ridges lead up from the bridge of his nose to turn into growths from his forehead, actually giving him a short ridge of horns that hold his white hair back from his face. His broad shoulders and muscles make him look like he should be fighting in an arena or something instead of bustling trays, but then for all you know he comes from a race of pacifists. Instead of a metal band around his wrist, he has a collar around his neck. And down below... well, he's wearing a seal, too, though his conforms fully to the shape of his cock and balls, rendering them in a stark outline rather than full detail, meaning a thick, limp tube draping down over a round bulge.\n\n"Your evening meal," he announces in a deep voice, lifting the tray slightly as if to make sure you understood its purpose.\n\n"Uh. Yeah. Table's fine." In truth, your heart is hammering in your chest and you're stuck staring at him as he carries the tray over. Seeing him has your entire body tingling and on edge, as if a thousand little voices were all whispering 'breed breed breed breed' in your head at once. You stand up and make your way over as he sets the tray down, staring at his bare, very toned ass in a way you've never stared at any butt before, let alone a guy's. When he turns around you almost jump a little bit, your cheeks flaming. "Er... I don't suppose you could... or that you wanted to...?" He blinks at you, apparently either uncomprehending or not being the sort to finish someone's sentence for them. You bite your lower lip, then manage, "If you don't have to go right away, would you like to stick around and maybe... do stuff?"\n\n"Ah. Do you wish to have sex...?" he asks, blinking as if only just now getting that.\n\n"Um. Y-yeah."\n\n"This is the end of my shift, and I am allowed a free period after. Very well, let us copulate."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yay?|BadCypher8x15]]

Still feeling uncertain, you take the stranger by the hand and lead him over towards the bed. Considering the differences in his height and yours, getting on your knees wouldn't quite work, so instead you sit down on the edge of the bed and lean forward. You'd never actually thought of doing something like this with a guy before... but then, you were never a girl before. You reach out and touch his seal-covered shaft, wrapping your hand around it and starting to pump lightly. The material is perfectly smooth, but you can feel the warmth of him through it as he begins to harden in your hand. You almost instantly give in to temptation and lean forward, sliding your mouth over the head and sucking eagerly on it, your hand pumping along the shaft even faster as he gets bigger and longer, the covered head of his prick expanding slightly but steadily in your mouth. \n\nAlmost as an afterthought you give a little 'mmf' and pull back, leaving the white-shrouded head glistening with saliva. You continue pumping along his shaft with one hand, while you bring your other up to fondle the round sack covering his balls. The seal is marked with the same green-glowing symbol both on the top of his shaft and the front of his ballsack... you suppose so it doesn't get obscured on one or the other. "Um, sorry, what's your name?"\n\n"In the common language, my name translates to 'Stallion'," he answers, his expression as stoic as ever even as his cock throbs in your hands.\n\n"S-seriously?" Part of your brain wants to find that funny, but the rest of you is screaming how much hotter that makes him. "Um, well, my name's Erica," you supply, the feminine version of your name slipping out without you quite realizing it. But before you can correct yourself, you've again given into the temptation to stuff your mouth full of his cock, gulping at it with a lot of enthusiasm and almost no technique. He doesn't seem to mind... he doesn't seem to react much at all, really, despite the throbbing of his member between your lips indicating he's probably enjoying it.\n\nYou use both hands to stroke his length, thinking that 'Stallion' is actually a pretty apt name for him. The taste of the seal on your tongue is, well, pretty much neutral, like the taste of paper or clean cloth, you're not sure which. It slides easily between your lips and over your tongue, though with your lack of inexperience you're unlikely to get more than a few inches of it down. Indeed, your cock-frenzied attempts at deepthroating it mostly just result in loud gagging and harder gulping, churned-up saliva slipping past your lips.\n\nWhen you pull back gasping for breath, Stallion seems to take that as his cue to take action. Still as silent and grim-faced as ever, he lifts you and then pushes you back onto the bed, climbing on top. His lips part and his surprisingly long and very purple tongue slides out, starting to lick and tease at your nipples with amazing agility. You writhe atop the sheets, moaning and gasping. One hand twists a fistful of the covers, while the other manages to grip his hard cock again and tug needfully at it, pleasuring him as he works your sensitive pink nubs.\n\nBut after a time he draws back and easily flips you over on the bed, pulling on your hips to get you to raise your ass in the air, while one big hand pushes your head down to keep you from getting on all fours. Without hesitation his long agile tongue goes to work on your bare pucker, instantly reducing you to a mewling and squirming mess as you press your cheek against the bed. His large thumb presses against the base of your sealed pussy, rubbing at the outline of your clit through it as he tongues your asshole, making you cum over and over again as he silently works your sweaty, squirming body like a machine.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue|BadCypher8x16]]

This time your awakening is slower and comfier, and you find yourself laying on a rather soft bed and looking up at a silver-white ceiling. As memories of what just happened come flooding back, you quickly sit up and look at yourself, patting at your body. You're still a girl, but you're back to the trim, lithe shape you were in when you awoke in the jungle. There's no sign of the massive inflation of your belly or breasts that you underwent when laying eggs, not so much as a single stretch mark. Was it all a dream?\n\nYou're naked again, save for the countdown watch on your wrist and... something... on your crotch. It looks like a wedge of white cloth or paper applied over your pussy, though there's a glowing blue design on it. A few investigatory pokes and scratches reveal that it's sealed against your skin as if it were part of you, and yields faintly but is otherwise impermeable. It's as if your pussy has been sealed shut. After taking in this strange(r than usual) development, you look at the countdown watch... it shows sixty hours and change in red numbers. So... red means the hunt is stopped, yellow means it's about to start, green means it's on? Apparently there are rules to this whole thing.\n\nYou look around. The room has a vaguely high-tech look to it, and is furnished about like a decent-ish hotel room. There's the bed you're laying on, a table and chairs (though it looks like they're attached to the floor), a shelf with what looks like a minifridge and a small package sitting on it, and two doorways, one open and one closed. The closed one doesn't have any visible means of opening it... no handle, no control pad, nothing. You get up and do some exploring... the open doorway is to a bathroom as you might expect, with what's obviously a toilet, sink, and basic shower. The fridge has little clear cylinders of different-colored liquids and little wrapped items in it... none of them have labels, but you're guessing from the color and shape that they're equivalent to sodas, candy bars, and maybe bags of nuts. The package turns out to be a deck of cards, pretty much exactly like a poker deck from back home. The closed doorway doesn't do anything when you approach, or when you knock on it. It may be appointed like a hotel, but it's obviously a prison cell.\n\nYou sit down to ponder your situation, wondering if there's anything you can actually do to escape. It's only a few minutes before the doorway slides open and someone steps in. To your surprise it's a human woman. Tall, with short black hair and bright green eyes, her naked body showing off well-developed muscles and C-cup breasts with dark pink nipples. She's also got a fair number of tattoos... cheetah-like spots along the sides of her legs and arms, some sort of elaborate sun design around her bellybutton, curling Celtic-style vines capping her shoulders. Like you, the only things she's wearing are a metal band on her wrist and a white patch over her sex, though hers has a different symbol in glowing blue marks on it. The door slides closed as she enters the room.\n\n"Hey there. They sent me over to give you a bit of a rundown. Not everyone gets an actual explanation... the Raptarrans must have high hopes for you," she says, resting her hands on her toned hips. "So, feel free to ask any questions you like, I'll do my best to answer them."\n\n(These are not branch choices. You can select different options to learn more of the story and then come back here for more. Or, if you've already played this storyline before, simply choose "That's all I can think of.")\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|BadCypher8x12a]]\n\n[[What's going on?|BadCypher8x12b]]\n\n[[What are these things on our crotches?|BadCypher8x12c]]\n\n[[Is it possible to escape?|BadCypher8x12d]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|BadCypher8x13]]

"That's all I can really think of," you say, shaking your head.\n\n"Alright then. Well, if you do good enough to start earning some privileges, I'll probably see you again. Give me a call when you earn the right to use the comm system!" Mal calls, giving you a wave over her shoulder as she walks out, as well as giving her bare ass a little shimmy before the door slides closed behind her. She may not have started life as a female, but she's clearly embraced it at this point. You watch her go, then settle into the chair, turning thoughts over in your mind.\n\nYou didn't really escape the Raptarrans for all that long, when you think about it. And that's when you had a highly advanced suit of combat armor to help you. Now you're in the heart of their own world with what's probably a tracking device on your wrist. Escape looks highly unlikely. You could try it anyway, you suppose. Or you could do as Mal suggested... make your peace with your situation and be as happy and successful as possible. Of course you could always take the middle road... do your best to succeed, but never for a moment stop hating and resenting your captors and looking for any way to strike back against them. Finally, there's always simply refusing to cooperate at all.\n\nYou could see how things go, but really... you've got all the information it seems like you're likely to get. Whether you rebel now or later, does it really make any difference? If you decide to keep an open mind about rewards, aren't you admitting that you're likely to be swayed by them? In the end, it just seems best to decide what to do right away, rather than dither about.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attempt escape.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Make the best of it.|BadCypher8x14]]\n\n[[Reluctantly cooperate.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse completely.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

At this point, you're too close to it, running seems likely to accomplish nothing but making you die tired. Steeling yourself, you take a deep breath before charging right at the beast, howling a battle cry. As you hoped that actually seems to startle it a little, and the creature pauses long enough for you to close the distance. You bring the shaft of your makeshift spear down across its muzzle and the thing rears back some, letting out a strange echoing shriek. You jab the spear at its face a few times and give a few more shouts, hoping that will be enough to convince it you're not a meal and chase it off. \n\nInstead it wheels and snaps at you, its jaws closing with enough force that you actually feel a little of the blowback from it. You quickly yank your spear out of the way as it swings, not wanting your only weapon to be destroyed. You jab towards its eyes, forcing it to rear back a little again, then scramble towards a nearby tree. You shimmy upward, the strange animal quickly pursuing you and snapping its jaws at you as you climb. You feel the rush of air and pressure against your bare pussy and, aside from the strangeness, are briefly glad for your prior gender swap so that you could avoid a more impromptu one just now.\n\nYou only get high enough that you're a little above the beast before you wrench yourself from the tree and hurl yourself onto its back. Landing on its fuzzy back and clenching your legs, you quickly bring your spear up... you're not here to try and ride the creature, you want to kill it! Having remembered something about the vulnerable spot of at least one of the animals it resembles, you drive the spearhead into its mane, towards where you think the base of the skull is. The spearpoint isn't very sharp, but between your muscles and desperation and some luck, you hit the right spot and drive the spear home. The beast gives an awkward, gurgling yowl and then topples underneath you, sending you leaping desperately from its back and rolling to get clear. \n\nAs you start to push yourself up to your hands and knees, there's another loud, animalistic shriek, but from a decidedly different throat than the creature you just killed. The Raptarran thuds against your back, knocking you sprawling again even as it grabs at your hips, hauling your ass upward. One of its feet keeps your spear clamped to the ground even as you grab for it, but you instantly forget your weapon at the shocking feeling of the Raptarran's long, throbbing cock plunging into your newly-crafted pussy. You're completely overcome by the sensation of being spread around it, filled with it, your cunt practically melting around it as the alien begins pumping into you.\n\nYou moan like a whore as the raptor-like being pistons its prick into your pussy, your brain assaulted by base primal urges to be bred. If you could think straight you'd wonder if your new body had a little more done to it than just having its gender changed. You dig your toes in against the mossy ground as you're raptor-fucked not ten feet from the body of the massive alien monster you just killed. Arousal dribbles down your thighs and drips to the already damp jungle floor, your hips jerking and working your trim teenage ass back towards the thrusts of the predator that's been hunting you.\n\nAfter what seems like both an eternity and an instant, the Raptarran thrusts forward, its clawed hands yanking you back against it as it floods your cunt with its cum. You know, absolutely <i>know</i> it's impregnating you, and your eyes roll up in your head and your entire body quakes with the intensity of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps down on the alien's prick firmly, not letting a single drop escape, making sure that you're as knocked up as it's possible to be. The raptor gives another hooting howl as it thrusts forward again, working its cock just that much deeper into you, your second orgasm from its movement layering over the first. The pleasure overwhelms you, and you feel consciousness slipping away, even as the Raptarran begins thrusting again, apparently intending to get itself off a few more times whether you're awake to enjoy it or not.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher8x11]]

When you awaken again, you're in some sort of lab area, suspended spread-eagled at an angle, your arms and legs encased in metal restraints, some sort of mask or muzzle clamped to your lower face. You stare wide-eyed at the Raptarrans moving about the room, most of them obviously male due to the swinging sacks (and some with jutting erections) between their legs, though you do see a few without as well. One of them notices you're awake and gives you a sharp-toothed smirk, before walking over and pulling down a lever arm with several attachments. It unhooks a pair of hoses with suction cups on the ends, then slips them over your puffy pink nipples, suction immediately yanking them tight and causing you to give a muffled yelp and moan behind your gag.\n\nThat seems to be the signal for the others, and they all begin taking positions around the room. One of the Raptarrans... specifically, one of them that's sporting an erection... walks over and gives you its own toothy smirk as it raises an injection gun. Placing the nozzle against your stomach, it gives you just long enough to stare in confusion and fear before pulling the trigger. There's a hiss as the blue liquid inside the reservoir slowly disappears, and you can feel warmth penetrating deep into your stomach and spreading throughout your entire body. You begin panting behind the mask as you feel yourself flush with arousal, your pussylips growing puffy and wet, your nipples hardening even further inside the suction cups.\n\nYou stare down at yourself in utter shock as your stomach begins to bulge outwards, as if watching your own pregnancy progress at high speed. Of course it quickly becomes obvious that that's <i>exactly</i> what you're seeing as your breasts begin to swell too. Soon milk is being pulled out of your nipples in a steady stream, trickling visibly through the hoses and into a large collection tank at the base of the arm. You're torn between orgasm and horror at how unbelievably good it feels getting so pregant and being milked and the fact that this is happening to you, when you weren't even a girl two days ago!\n\nYour stomach continues to swell and round out until you look not only pregnant, but massively pregnant, as if with twins or triplets (and a bit overdue besides). You think you can see slight bulges in places where your belly isn't totally round, but it's a bit hard to see past your huge, milky tits. They'd look more at home on a cow, udders bigger than your head and easily on their way to filling the collection tank despite it being multiple gallons, at least. You feel a spasm in your pussy, and though you know contractions are supposed to be painful, this one's more like an orgasm all of its own. One of the (apparently) female Raptarans steps forward as your pussy begins gushing girlcum all over the floor, seemingly taking it as a signal.\n\nYou can feel something wide and smooth stretching you out from within as it slides down your cunt. Every orgasmic spasm of your pussy pushes it further and further along, until finally you give one last muffled scream as it slips out of you. Smirking, the Raptarran female raises a dripping, whitish oblong shape roughly the size of a football. You've just laid an egg! And from the fresh spasms in your cunt and the way your belly is still swelled, it's far from the last one. The Raptaran female quickly sets the egg into a nearby nook on a shelf, then returns to between your legs. She even reaches out and teases at your clit with her claws lightly, coaxing a few more birth-gasms out of you.\n\nBy the time all is said and done, you've laid an even dozen eggs, and filled four of the milk containers. Your sweaty, exhausted body hangs limp in the restraints, your blonde hair plastered against your head. One of the Raptarrans actually pets your head a few times, and you feel a rather irrational sense of affection and pride before you slip back into unconsciousness.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher8x12]]

You head for the door, elated at the prospect of possibly stealing a Raptarran ship. You could get out of here and still have something to show for your efforts too! (You somehow doubt Arana will be pleased about you losing every single one of the pirates she sent with you, but you get the sense she'd much rather have Raptarran tech than them. She is kind of a supervillain, right?)\n\nThe moment the door slides open there's a screech and something that sends a very visceral sense of panic slamming straight into your brain, freezing you up just long enough to give you absolutely no chance of defending yourself as you're barreled into and knocked to the floor. You have a half-second of staring up at the massive raptor looming over you with a sharp-toothed leer on its face before instinctively turning onto your front and trying to scramble away and to your feet. The Raptarran hops forward, bringing its foot down on the back of one of your ankles to stop you, while two more leap in from the sides, pinning your arms to the ground near your shoulders, leaving you on your knees with your ass in the air. You look up in fear at the two dinosauroid aliens pinning you, both of them with nearly identical leers... and large, jutting, glistening red spearlike shafts below their bellies. \n\nYour eyes widen further as you can feel the one behind you moving, and the pressure of something traveling along the cleft of your ass... and the sudden sense of air on your suddenly bare and vulnerable pucker as the creature's dewclaw effortlessly slices through your suit. It goes all the way down the front of your crotch, spilling your balls limp cock free of the material, somehow managing not to even so much as scratch you in the process. You still can't help but struggle as you feel it moving again, its clawed forelimbs gripping at your hips, it and the other two exchanging amused-sounding hoots and chirps... before the one behind you gives a yowl of pleasure that overlaps with your yowl of protest as it thrusts its own large cock into your ass.\n\nYou grit your teeth and shake your head in denial as the Raptarran's cock sinks deep into your virgin hole, pushing in deeper and deeper, revealing that it's at least a few inches longer than you are when hard. You can feel its wet heat almost sinking into your flesh as the natural lubricant of its bestial dick coats your inner walls... a heat that feels like it's spreading as it begins pumping its hips, thrusting into you, raping your ass eagerly and without the slightest hint of shame, the other two stiff-dicked aliens looking on with apparent delight as they no doubt wait their turns.\n\nYou continue to shake your head, wanting to refuse to admit that this is happening to you... or your body's reaction as your cock begins to stiffen. You desperately want to deny that your body is starting to love getting fucked, craving more of the dino-like alien's invasion of your tight ass. But soon your cock is jutting below your still-suited belly, bouncing and wobbling with the Raptarran's thrusts into your hole, slinging little strings of pre around as it's jostled. You can feel the Raptarran's cock throbbing inside you, smearing more and more of that aphrodisiac arousal around inside your violated asshole, leaving your body shuddering and twitching and wanting more even as your increasingly battered mind begs for mercy. But when the Raptarran gives a long yowl and thrusts forward, and you feel a hot, wet rush deep inside you, your eyes roll and your tongue juts out as your cock twitches, firing long spurts of cum all over the bait ship's floor as you assgasm hard.\n\nYou slump a little as the Raptarran slowly pulls out of you, your suit retracting into its backpack form as if acknowledging your defeat, leaving you naked on the floor with your still cum-dribbling cock dangling between your thighs and your cum-smeared ass raised high in the air. You listen to the sounds of clicking and feel the shift of weight as the Raptarran behind you moves aside, allowing one of the ones that had been holding your arm to move around and take its place... and you feel its cock sliding into your already thoroughly-fucked and cum-lubed hole.\n\nYou really doubt this will be the last Raptarran cock you take. Even in the next hour.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|BadCypher11axEnd]]

"I think you'd be much more attractive as something else," you say thoughtfully as you look him up and down. "Not your usual shapeshifting, obviously. Something more to my taste."\n\n"Whaaat?! Lady please don't turn me into a frog or something!" He pauses, glancing upward. "Oh wait I turn into a frog sometimes on my own anyway."\n\nYou roll your eyes, then slap a hand against his belly, making him yelp and making his cock jump. "I said <i>not</i> your usual shapeshifting." Your smirk returns. "I'm thinking more along the lines of 'inanimate object' or somesuch."\n\n"Wh-what kind of object?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Body piercing.|Rook3x2]]\n\n[[A sex toy.|Rook]]\n\n[[A sex doll.|Rook]]\n\n[[A dildo.|Rook]]\n\n[[A condom.|Rook]]\n\n[[Your cock.|Rook]]

"I think you'd look rather good decorating me," you answer with a grin. Before he can spout any more idiocy, you reach out your hands and surround his entire body with the black glow of your power.\n\nHis entire head begins to round out, growing larger and more spherical, his shocked and frightened expression starting to gradually smooth out as his features grow smooth and shiny. His whole body presses together ramrod-straight, arms and legs starting to fuse together against his body, boots tugged off his feet which also begin to join together and swell into a sphere. His green skin, as well as the black and purple of his bodysuit, take on a metallic sheen as he begins to shrink, gradually getting smaller and smaller, the distance between the two orbs gradually shrinking until they're barely as far apart as the distanct of your index finger's first joint.\n\nLaughing, you stick out your tongue and float the thing over, unscrewing one of the glistening green metal balls on one end of the purple and black shaft. You hiss a little as you pierce it through your tongue and refasten the end of it, the piercing instantly healing under the glow of your magic. You roll your tongue around inside your mouth, feeling the metal balls of Beast Boy's form rub against the roof and bottom of it, smiling as you feel the tremors of his consciousness inside. He'll have a limited ability to see and hear, for your own amusement, but mostly what he will do is feel. Feel the constant sensation of a woman's hot, wet mouth wrapped around him, caressing him, feeling himself constantly penetrating pliant flesh... but of course unable to cum, since what would he orgasm with? Unable to speak or move, you do wonder how long that vibrant little personality and mind will survive in there.\n\nBut that's a question for months or years on, since it doesn't feel like he'll be giving up the fight any time soon. Still, having him so completely and utterly under your control is giving you a nice boost of power, and you walk out into the hallway and over to Robin's room. Pressing your hands against it, you concentrate on a slow, steady buildup of soothing, arousing mind magic in the room. Not too fast, or clever clever Robin would notice and fight against it. So it takes awhile, but when you open the door he just stands there blinking at you, wobbling a little in place as if he were somewhat drunk.\n\n"What... Raven...?" He shakes his head. "No, you're not-"\n\n"Sshh-sshh-sshh," you soothe, walking over and sinking to your knees in front of him. He looks like he wants to protest, but his hands just twitch aimlessly as you undo his pants and draw out his already stiff cock. Smiling, you lean forward and drag your tongue along the length of it, the Boy Wonder letting out a hiss both at the heat of your tongue but the little shock of cooler feel from the metal of the piercing. You drag his transformed friend around the head of his cock as you swirl your tongue around it, then slide your mouth down, treating Beast Boy to the feel and taste of Robin's cock sliding along his surface.\n\nAfter a few minutes of licking and sucking, you bring Robin right to the edge, the half-insensate superhero gasping and trembling, before his entire body is surrounded by your power and he begins to undergo nearly the same transformation that Beast Boy did. This time, however, once he's finished shrinking down, there's a series of popping sounds, signaling him turning into eight barbells instead, two each of red, green, black, and yellow. Tossing the front flap of your loincloth aside to bare your erect cock, you opt this time for just phasing the barbells in, creating a 'ladder' up the underside of your prick. Whereas Beast Boy will eternally get to feel your mouth wrapped around his entire form, Robin will be eternally feeling and tasting your cock... what a lovely fate for the masculine leader of the Titans, you think.\n\nWith the power of two trapped souls thrumming through you, Cyborg's transformation is already underway before you even walk into the room, his body shrinking and features melding together, organic bits disappearing beneath a sheen of silver. By the time you're finished walking across the room to him, he's already become a sleek, artistically-shaped silver buttplug, the 'jewel' on the end blue like one of his implants. Giggling, you pick it up and slip it behind you, moaning at the cold touch of the metal as it presses open and slides into your pucker. "Like being inside my ass, baby?" you coo in the tone of a lover's dirty talk, before laughing lightly at your own joke.\n\nSuitably decorated with the boys of the team, you turn your attention to Starfire and Raven. Hm... you could go after them just as they are, and probably make quick work of them... but you can see several more satisfying options from letting them split up, too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Quick work of both.|Rook]]\n\n[[One at a time.|Rook]]

"Unlock the ship, let's get the hell out of here fast," you order.\n\nDelvan nods eagerly, typing on the controls rapidly, then nodding to you. "Yeah, it's done, we should be free and cl-" He wobbles in place, and rather than trying to steady him you lean down and scoop him up, putting him over one shoulder and taking off at a run back out of the room and down the corridors, following your helmet's map back to the ship.\n\nOnce inside, you dump Delvan into the copilot's seat, taking just a second to dig in the first aid kit attached to the wall since your HUD notes it as having a combat stimulant in it. Shoving the injector into his hand, you set the ship in motion, cursing a bit as you check the area display. "Yeah, they're incoming."\n\nDelvan shakes his head hard as he finishes injecting himself in the neck, but he's already starting to perk up as he leans over his half of the board, pupils dilating as he scans things. "We've got a wormhole opening that's closer than the one we used, it'll take us three jumps to get home instead of one but we can actually get there, sendin' coordinates now."\n\n"Got it," you acknowledge bruskly, grabbing the ship's flight sticks and angling it to a new course, finding things coming more naturally to you the more you do them. You feel a bit of relief as the green dot of your ship starts pulling further away from the large red dot on the screen... then you curse again as a pair of quick-moving smaller red dots separate from it and streak towards you. "What's incoming?!"\n\n"Fighters!" Delvan practically yelps as he stabs at his board. "They'll definitely catch up to us before we hit the wormhole!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to shoot them down.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Try to evade them.|BadCypher5x2]]

"I'll explain once I'm on board," you answer. "But as soon as we dock, get the ship moving towards a wormhole, alright?"\n\n"... Very well, understood." Arana nods, and rather bluntly terminates the channel, obviously a bit annoyed by your manner, but hopefully understanding the urgency.\n\nWhen you exit the wormhole it's to find the large, spidery black ship already looming above you, turned so that an open landing bay is angled right towards you. You leave Delvan to do the landing, since he seems to be capable enough even all hopped up, though you mention to him that his first stop should be the doctor. You're down the loading ramp shortly after the transport lands, and partway through your trip back to Arana's quarters you see the slowly-moving starscape outside shift to a tunnel of light.\n\nArana is waiting for you, standing in all her regalia, obviously very much in Captain Mode as she looks at you darkly. "And would you care to explain why I, the glorious Pirate Queen Arana, am running headlong towards nowhere on nothing more than your word?"\n\n"It was a honey trap," you explain. "The ship was full of some sort of slow-acting knockout gas. Not long after we got there, Raptarrans showed up. We just barely got away from them."\n\nEven from the words 'honey trap' you can see her pale a little bit, though she otherwise keeps her composure. "I see," she answers coolly, though her temper also seems to have cooled. She moves to a thronelike chair and settles into it, folding her legs. "Well then. We should spend a few days choosing entirely random but nearby warp tunnels. We certainly don't want those beasts to catch up to you. Did many of the crew escape with you?"\n\nYou shake your head slowly. "Just myself and Delvan."\n\n"... I see." She purses her lips in thought. "Well, still, you are certainly the most valuable of the lot, by far, so it is good that you escaped... and moreso that you didn't leave them the ship so that they might potentially track m-... the rest of us down." After a moment she stands and makes her way towards you, a sultry smile curling her lips as she takes your hands. "All in all, I think you've done well. Certainly I'm disappointed by the lack of salvage, but you escaped perhaps the most formidable foe in the galaxy today unscatheed. Come, let me show you my appreciation of your achievement."\n\nLater the two of you lay propped up in the bed, Arana's huge breasts bare and lightly gleaming with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and gaze a bit distant as she puffs on the end of a long, thin cigarette-holder, though what's at the end of it looks almost like it's made of chalk, simply glowing and drifting upwards in sparks rather than turning to ash. One of her hands lightly toys with your damp, mostly-limp cock as she finally muses aloud, "Once we've finished taking these evasive maneuvers, we'll need to replenish."\n\n"Replenish?" Your thoughts rather obviously go to the fact that she's completely emptied your balls over the last four hours, before something clicks. "Ah. Crew."\n\n"Indeed. Though the losses from the ship were not utterly grievous on their own, I've little doubt that once word spreads, we'll lose more. My crew are generally loyal to a fault, but a brush with living, breathing Raptarrans, well, there's very little I can do to retain <i>all</i> of them. We'll lose probably the same amount from sneaking out in pods between jumps, or once we hit port. We were slightly undercrewed as it was, after several... incidents... before you joined. So it is most assuredly time for fresh recruitment."\n\nShe goes quiet for a bit, shifting her hand to fondling your balls, long, dextrous fingers toying with them as if she could encourage them to refill faster that way. Finally, though, she asks, "And what do you think?"\n\n"Mm?" you ask, having been rather distracted by her attentions.\n\n"Where should we replenish our crew? I prefer able bodies with quick minds, but being a pirate captain, I cannot always be picky. What do you think?"\n\nYou consider that, trying not to get distracted again as her fingertips rub up and down your taint while her thumb continues to rub and nudge your sack. This place you've found yourself in seems to generally run on sci-fi tropes, and you're familiar enough with those. You can surely come up with a good idea based on that. Where should you go for new crew?\n\n<hr>\n[[An unofficial port.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Another pirate ship.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[A poor low-tech planet.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[A prison.|BadCypher5x4]]\n\n[[An upscale military port town.|BadCypher]]

"Put everything we've got into engines and maneuvering, redline us if you have to," you snap.\n\n"Are you kidding?! This thing's a transport, built for carryin' pirates and loot, not-!"\n\n"Just do it!" \n\nDelvan almost snarls but obeys, and you watch various numbers on your display climb as your dot pulls ahead of the pursuing fighters for just a moment. You push the ship into a few sways and darts, mostly shimmying back and forth in a mild serpentine pattern. Soon green flashes are flitting by you rapidly, little sizzles of green energy that sweep past you.\n\n"They're just fuckin' with us, all you're doing is gettin' 'em excited!" Delvan growls.\n\n"Good," you murmur back.\n\n"Seven seconds to the wormhole, but they'll be right behind us at this rate, they've powered their jumpdrives! Four, three, two, oAAAAAAA!"\n\nHe yowls as you suddenly shove the ship downward and twist to the side hard, the sudden maneuver for a ship not particularly built for such speed or motion overwhelming the inertial compensators and pressing you both into your seats, your suit pressing in around you to help staunch the sense of vertigo that briefly threatens to overcome you. You briefly catch a glimpse of sleek pterodactyl-shaped ships zipping past you and then disappearing in a manner that your mind can't help but fill in a <i>thwup</i> sound effect for. Hauling the ship back up, you set course for the original wormhole, still pushing the ship as much as you dare.\n\n"Uh... that... uh..." Delvan just turns his head back and forth, the combination of stimulant and the hard maneuver and the fact that it worked having all worked together to flummox him. But he soon comes to, looking back at the board. "We're clear, yeah. I think they're surprised too. Yeah, there's a new set of fighters, more this time, but we'll beat 'em there. You, uh... you want I should call this in once we're warping?"\n\n"Open the channel, I'll tell her," you reply, which seems to relieve Delvan, even as the ship dips over the edge of the wormhole and the colors start to flicker around you. A minute later the image of Arana pops up on screen, her usual smug self, but before she can get into her cooing and declaration, you cut in. "You need to get the ship ready to move. Multiple jumps."\n\n"Why? What's happened?" she asks, smirk dropping off her face to be replaced by a scowl.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her about the Raptarrans.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Tell her you'll tell her soon.|BadCypher5x3]]

"Get me that lockdown list, I want to at least consider my options there," you tell him.\n\n"Got it, boss, I'll have it for you in the hour," he answers. He lingers for a moment, obviously not quite wanting to leave the lewd comfort of the chair, but finally does, spending a moment at the door rearranging himself before exiting.\n\nIndeed a bit later you receive the list on the desk terminal, and note that Delvan has helpfully added his own comments. He's definitely rough around the edges, but you're starting to find him invaluable, which you don't doubt is his intention. Still, you hardly want to discourage him, you think with a chuckle as you start reading over the list. \n\nLet's see, first up is a prisoner called [[Red Dragon|BadCypher]], convicted for illegal pit fighting, destruction of property, causing public terror, and homicide. (Lots of homicide.) Apparently when the authorities tried to bust the for-profit fight club she was a gladiator in, she went on quite the rampage, and was only brought down by being hit with a <i>ship-scale</i> energy blast. Delvan's notes indicate she's most likely "dumb muscle", powerful and temperamental but probably fairly easy to control. \n\nThere's another prisoner named [[Karn|BadCypher]] with a truly long, storied, and varied rap sheet. And from the list of his convictions and imprisonments and the fact that 'Escape from a detention facility' keeps coming up every new time he's charged, half the effort of recruiting him will be getting there before he breaks <i>himself</i> out. Smart, canny, ruthless, infamous... you're pretty sure Arana would love to have him. Your only worry would be if she decided she loved having him more than you.\n\nThe third on the list is Kathryn Kottre, AKA "[[Captain Cutter|BadCypher]]". Not just another pirate captain, but according to Delvan's notes, a <i>rival</i> of Arana's. Most of his writings seem to indicate that the best reason you'd have to break her out would be to drag her before Arana in chains for humiliation and execution, but you can't help but think that if you approached it correctly, you could spin that into a huge win for you. Not only humiliating her rival by needing to be broken out of prison by Arana's partner, but then winding up working for her? Oh yeah, you could definitely get your "dear queen" purring over that ego stroke. ... Probably.\n\nThe fourth is interesting, because there's [[no name|BadCypher5x6]] associated with it. Apparently it's not a failure on Delvan's guy's part... there just isn't a name associated with him. The only conviction listed is "High crimes", and there's a note about total communications lockdown, even the guards and warden are forbidden to talk to him. A political prisoner? That could be useful for other reasons, your increasingly criminal mind muses. \n\nThe fifth and final inmate that was apparently deemed of interest is named Alya A'on, AKA "[[Freak|BadCypher]]". They were convicted of "Genetic crimes", which doesn't make much sense until you read the background notes attached. This inmate is apparently from a world where all reproduction is done via cloning, and extremely strict protocols are used to keep any genetic drift or mutation from occurring. However, Alya's genetic code not only contained an aberration, but one that made the stabilization process go the complete other way, making their genetics capable of near-constant alteration. It remained undetected until puberty, when the hormones put their condition into overdrive and sent her scurrying to escape the planet before being caught and broken down to the cellular level for diagnosis... apparently committing any number of other crimes in the process and proving quite the canny and adaptive quarry, but the only thing that their people considered of note being the genetic deviancy.\n\nHm, interesting little cast of characters. Any one seems like they'd have their good points and drawbacks... of course, you could also disregard his earlier advice and try to [[break out the whole batch|BadCypher]]. Heck, if nothing else, maybe any infighting would keep them from turning their attentions to you or Arana.\n\n

"What about... a prison complex?" you suggest, using a careful, musing tone as if just turning the idea over.\n\nArana's slim, shaped eyebrows shoot up. "A prison complex? Are you suggesting we actually not only go near the authorities, but hire on a bunch of-" She pauses, obviously having been about to say 'thugs' before realizing that protesting as such for pirate recruits might be a bit silly.\n\nYou take the opportunity to cut in, "But just think about it, it means we'd be getting almost purely people who are already in the life... no worries about picking up some down-on-his-luck dope who just happened to stumble into the bad part of town. Plus they'd have a huge incentive to climb aboard, since they wouldn't want to rot in jail. Hell, we'd probably get plenty of guys who were pirates already." An idea occurs to you, and grinning, you reach out to casually fondle one of her breasts the way she was idly fondling you, stroking your fingers across the smooth, perfect skin of the massive mammary, tracing little circles around the quickly restiffened nipple. "Besides, just think of what it could do for our... your... reputation. Arana, the pirate queen so badass she broke <i>into</i> a prison on a whim just to recruit some crew."\n\nYou can tell that hits home as her eyes light up and her lips curl in a smirk. But she quickly schools her face back to a more cautious expression. "... Mm. I will have to sleep on it."\n\nThe next morning, by the way you wake up to her having gulped your entire ballsack into her mouth to tongue it thoroughly and exquisitely, you'd have to say she's probably decided in your favor. Indeed, after the two of you have romped a bit, she waits for you to emerge from the bathroom before declaring, "I've decided I will let you attempt this little feat. I will even allow you the use of one of my seldom-used gems, the <i>Venomous</i> to carry it out. Take a handful of crew with you to it, and plot out your little jailbreak. I suggest the Syatodeof Slam. But I warn you, Cypher," she practically purrs, though there's a predatory glint in her eyes as she leans towards you. "I will not be pleased if you return to me a second time with nothing to show for the faith I've placed in you."\n\n'So it's less that I'm being given generous resources to succeed with, and more like I've been given enough rope to hang myself with,' you think as you walk through the hallways. 'Or maybe it's both. Either way, I can't fuck this up, or I'd better just not come back.' You shake your head a little as you walk into the mess hall, where the computer told you you'd find Delvan. He hops up as you walk over. "You got a clean bill of health?"\n\n"Yeah, doc checked me out and everything," he responds, nodding eagerly. "What's up, boss, we got a job?"\n\nYou can't help but grin at that. 'Boss' is certainly a change. "Yeah, put together about a dozen guys. Best you know. We're heading for the <i>Venomous</i> within two hours."\n\nThat only seems to get him more excited, and he practically trips over himself rushing off. A bit later you and Delvan's selected men load into a smaller transport than the one you took, departing from Arana's ship just before it enters another wormhole. (You think you spot a few little dark shapes drifting away from it... deserters? You decide not to mess with it if so.) Arana herself personally programmed in the autopilot, so you and Delvan simply sit back and wait for it to take you to the ship. You're not exactly surprised when it finally comes into view, lurking in the shadow of a microplanet, and it's shaped like a spider. Unlike Arana's massive, looming ship with its downward-stretched legs as if it were ready to coil about whatever it came into position above, this one is relatively "flat", with four legs pointed forward and four behind, its hull a dull white in color. The transport docks in its relatively small bay and you and most of the others head for the bridge, the captain's seat about as thronelike and regal as you'd expect. You poke into the attached room and find that it's obviously decorated with Arana's personal aesthetic in mind, in that being in here almost gives you a hardon. You settle behind the desk, glancing up and calling "Enter" as there's a melodious chime.\n\nDelvan walks in, still looking eager enough. "Hey, boss, one of the guys is a top-notch computer dude. With the systems on this baby, he'll have us a layout and security details and a full prisoner list in no time." At your gesture, he settles into one of the seats across from you, starting to open his mouth to speak, before pausing and shifting. "Holy hell, the cushion's like someone massagin' your balls."\n\nYou sigh and nod. "Yeah, I've noticed," you grumble, shifting a little yourself. Arana's a fiend.\n\n"Anyway. A slam like this, it's gotta have some high-profile perps in it," Delvan continues after a moment. "Real top-of-the-line rogues, y'know? Badasses that can't be contained at a normal complex, get me?"\n\n"You're suggesting we focus on those?"\n\n"Well if I were you I'd only take one, boss, that sort you get too many of 'em together at once and, y'know. And I mean, there'd prolly be some downsides... lot of those sorts, they like to be the biggest dick in th' shower, y'know?"\n\n"And, figuratively speaking, Arana's absolutely got to be the biggest dick in her shower," you say dryly.\n\n"Hell yeah. 'Course after her there's you, boss, one of 'em might gun for your job too. All the same-"\n\n"Breaking out a notorious felon would also put a feather in my, but more importantly, Arana's cap," you finish, nodding.\n\n"Yeah. So anyway, you want me to tell my guy to get you a list of the top lockdowns? Or should we focus on just grabbin' up as many of the rank'n'file as the <i>Venomous</i> will hold?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Quality.|BadCypher5x5]]\n\n[[Quantity.|BadCypher]]

"Boss, you can't be serious!" Delvan blurts as you hesitate.\n\nYou glance at him, then look back at the stranger and nod. "Let's do it. Delvan, bring up the rear and watch our backs, I'll lead the way to the warden's saferoom," you continue, bringing up the prison's blueprints on your HUD and setting a waypoint. \n\nThe stranger grins cruelly, then takes off at a run the moment you've set off. You're surprised how fast he is, despite looking like he's almost skin and bones... even with the suit helping you, you're just barely able to pull into the lead to keep actually leading the way, and poor Delvan winds up scrambling as much as he can just to stay close behind the two of you. There are more clashes with guards along the way, obviously, and the man with no name proves to be quite the hand-to-hand fighter, flinging them about as effortlessly as you could despite your enhanced strength and speed, seeming to have no care for the sound of bones breaking or flesh rupturing. Eventually the three of you arrive at the gleaming silver dome that covers the warden's office door. \n\nYou make a 'gimme' motion to Delvan, and he quickly hands you a spider-shaped device that you place head-down high up on the dome. The backup if the codebreaker had turned out not to work, the acid emitter begins spraying out liquid from its arced metal fangs, sending it pouring down the surface of the dome.... which soon begins to bubble and ripple, eventually collapsing into gleaming puddles on the ground, the device stopping its spraying once it detects nothing below it. Before you can say anything the stranger strides forward, without hesitation kicking down the reinforced metal door and sending it flying into the room, crashing into the heavy desk and making the man cowering behind it jump to his feet in fright. "Y-y-you?!" the warden stammers.\n\n"Yes. Though you've no doubt long forgotten my name, and I've no desire to give it to you again," the former prisoner declares as he strides forward, Delvan taking over guarding the door while you watch in mute witness to what's obviously a confrontation a long time in coming. "What was it you said to me that first day? 'You aren't on the records, so it won't cost me anything to hurt you. It's so rare I get to do this not because I have to, but because I want to.'" The man in the ragged jumpsuit looms over the trembling warden, the tattered orange cloth fluttering in some unfelt breeze as that cruel smile grows again. "And so I knew, when this fallen angel in red and black came to deliver me, that I was going to come and find you. Not because it was truly necessary to my escape nor to my plans, you see..."\n\nA long, almost skeletal hand wraps around the warden's neck and lifts him into the air effortlessly, holding him high, the stranger's eyes literally flashing as he rasps, "But because I want to." You can't help but flinch as the warden begins to scream and spasm, smoke starting to rise up from where the other man's hand touches his neck, little pops and crackles of electricity playing visibly around the nameless man's bony fingers. The effect is awful, and takes far longer than you're comfortable with, and before the end of it several parts of the warden have burst into flame and set his neatly-pressed suit alight. Finally the stranger drops the charred, twisted body to the ground and turns back to you. \n\n"My business here is completed. We must away."\n\nThe three of you hurry back to the fighter, discovering that the automatic defenses have defeated several attempts by guards to board it and it's luckily still empty. Clambering back inside, you press the engines both for a quick escape and to make sure to meet the rendesvous with the <i>Venomous</i>. Once back aboard, you have Delvan to show the stranger you've liberated to some quarters where he can clean up and put something on. When you come to see him an hour later, after overseeing the ship's wormhole jump and the plotting of its path to avoid pursuit, it's to find him wearing some ill-fitting pants and a shirt, having trimmed his beard and hair but having been unable to completely tame his hair's somewhat flyaway nature.\n\n"I have called you an angel, and so I will speak before you as I would one of them," he says after staring at you from a moment where he's sitting slightly slumped on one of the cabin's chairs. "With no lies and making sure to keep my promises, but also saying nothing that might see me struck down by a fiery blade of wrath... for that, I would take for myself."\n\nYou look at him for a long moment, then can't help but grin and shake your head as you pull the other chair around to face him and sit down. "You enjoy a bit of a flare for the dramatic, don't you? My 'partner' is the same."\n\n"Indeed." Something more like a normal smile, shaky and seemingly unpracticed, curls the stranger's lips. "It's true, I flower my language and thought... these are the things that helped keep me going as I suffered, and learned, and endured. For while mere thoughts of simple revenge might sustain a man for a week, the plotting of an opera of vengeance so grand and thorough that it will be whispered of for eternity may sustain a man for as long as he need."\n\nHe sits back, and is quiet for awhile... but after the revelation that he was tortured for years just on the whim of the warden, you're willing to cut him a bit of slack. Finally, though, he speaks, his rasp of a voice somewhat gentler than before. "I once was a simple man of only basic means and ideals, who no more thought or wished to have his works engraved in history than any common laborer... my thoughts were of having a good life, not a notable one. I had few skills other than the basic means of helping a ship function, and so I worked as a chief aboard a heavy transport that brought unrefined ore from distant mining installations. It was on a return from such a trip that our captain took deathly ill... something he had contracted in the port town outside the mining facility, no doubt. Our medical facilities were basic, we had no way of curing a particularly exotic and virulent strain... indeed we barely had the facilities to properly quarantine him, and some of the crew wished to instead eject him out an airlock, since we were more than two weeks away from a wormhole that would take us even to properly allied space, let alone our actual path.\n\n"I objected, not for any particular love for the man, but because I considered such an action below the basic dignity of honest working men, and a betrayal of the simple respect we owed his station. Against the objections of others... including the first mate, my best friend since childhood... I activated the ship's distress call, crying out into the void for aid. It was answered by the Abraxin... a species engaged in a sort of 'cold war' with the allied systems we belonged to. It was forbidden to have contact with them, but they had the antivirus we needed, and all they asked in return was a handful of harmless entertainment programs, decades old, nothing that could possibly contain codes or secrets. I agreed to the trade and sent the files, and they delivered the antivirals. The captain stabilized and made it back to port not truly healthy, but alive. The transport company owner approved of my actions, and as the former captain had decided to retire rather than hold things up during his recovery, I was promoted to his place. Me, an officer? I was overjoyed at it, at the pay increase it included, the larger quarters which could house a family... I could now not only afford to marry and support my lover, but to bring her with me, for though it would be an unglamorous life we would have each other, and we were young and in love enough that we truly believed that was all that mattered.\n\n"But of course I should have known that it was all too easy... I suppose I thought that the humble nature of my aspirations might protect me somehow from a world where fate strikes down the ambitious. I was summoned before an intelligence services officer and questioned as to my interactions with the Abraxin, and of course I answered everything honestly, completely without reservation. At first the officer seemed genial enough, and merely castigated me for my foolishness in interacting with such a dangerous group. He even bade me leave, before remembering to ask me which entertainment programs that the Abraxin had requested. When I told him, he went silent, but then again bid me leave. As I was taking my modest transport home, a pair of black fast-movers came to intercept me and attempted to shoot me down."\n\n"The intelligence officer must have sent them after you," you interject, frowning thoughtfully as he gives a slow nod. "But you said the entertainment programs were decades old. Why would that have been what caused him to go after you... and apparently off the books, since he didn't just have you taken into custody there in his office?"\n\n"I asked myself much the same question for years, until someone helped me put together the pieces. I had to rack my brain to find what those programs even had in common in the first place... and then I realized, it was that they had all had a single actor in them. An actor who shared a name with the intelligence officer. The actor was an outspoken opponent of our conflict with the Abraxin and there were even things he said indicating he felt they were superior to the allied races... he must have been quite popular to the Abraxin for propaganda purposes, and my actions had allowed them to get their hands on more of his work. Though it had not been illegal in any way, he must have been furious at any potential damage it could cause to his career to see a further flareup of his relative being used for anti-alliance purposes. No doubt it was revenge that motivated him in part... he must also have hoped to eliminate the evidence of where the Abraxin had gotten their hands on the materials, so that he could instead use rooting out the source of the 'leak' as a witch hunt."\n\n"Damn."\n\n"Damned I was indeed, for though I somehow evaded the pursuing vehicles and landed at my friend and now first officer's home, I was not to be given the deliverance for which I'd sought. I had hoped he would use his family's wealth to help me escape and go into hiding until perhaps the intelligence officer's ire had passed... though I did not, at that time, know what had stirred his ire... but instead once he had me inside and vulnerable he pulled a weapon on me and held me at the point of it until the blackcoats arrived and took me away. And it was with this final betrayal by everything I had always placed my trust in that I began my tenure in Syatodeof Slam. No doubt you heard me tell of the warden's declaration of turning on the intermittent shocks simply because he could. For years I simply endured in misery, going half-mad with the torment of it." \n\n'Only half?' you can't help but think, but decide to keep your mouth shut. Besides, it seems like he's got more to tell, and maybe the other half is in that.\n\n"Then one day, during one of the electrical blasts, a bearded old man appeared in my cell. Needless to say, I was quite shocked in a way far different from the usual. The old man explained that he was a priest of the God of Light who had been sent to the Syatodeof Slam for reasons similar to my own... in his case it was that the powers that be believed he had knowledge of the whereabouts of the Lost Fleet of Akara, a near-mythical collection of transport ships with their holds laden with the entire wealth of a vast fallen empire, sent to a far-flung system by their paranoid owner, never to be found again. Of course the priest insisted he had no knowledge of their location, which is why he had not offered it up to his captors despite undergoing the shock torture for over thirty years. But in those thirty years he had learned a truly astonishing technique... he could meld his body with the electrical energy, briefly flickering out of his cell and into the power cables. Unfortunately he'd found that he needed an equally powerful discharge to manifest himself again... which meant that he had little choice but to go directly back to his own cell during the next shock. He had given up attempting to move about, and indeed it had taken him several years to notice that there was another cell where discharges were regularly occurring. And so that day, he came to visit me.\n\n"The priest believed that if both of us learned this technique and strengthened our control over it, eventually we would be able to expand our abilities, to burst an electrical cable and escape elsewhere in the prison, or even travel into the systems of a ship and leave in that manner. In return, and because he was a good and decent man, he began to teach me what he knew... literature, history, economics, critical thinking, for it was he who helped me put the entire conspiracy together, and see why I had been locked away, and what all those involved must have stood to gain from it. More reluctantly, he taught me the fighting skills he had learned in his rough youth and how to use our abilities as a weapon if need be. Though I would not say these years were a joy, my mind was more alive than it had ever been... and alive with ideas of what I would do once we had affected our escape.\n\n"That all came to an end one day when something that had never happened before reared its fateful head... a power outage. It happened right in the midst of one of the shocks, perhaps after all the years of running them in two cells the system had simply been overwhelmed. But the priest was not able to fully manifest before the power went out. Virtually cut in half, I held him in my arms in the dark as he died, and on the verge of it he confided in me the truth... he did in fact know of the Lost Fleet of Akara's location, and he told me of its coordinates. Though I despaired at his loss, I nevertheless took his body back to his cell and then returned to mine once the power returned and the shocks resumed, for I could not now afford to be found out. The resources to make any vengeance I so desired a reality were outside the prison, waiting for me. I had but to find the manner in which to seize them."\n\nHe goes silent for awhile, just staring at you again, before nodding slowly once more. "And so, now you know the tale of Edorin Dianxi, a cursed man who will visit the cruelty welling inside his soul on those that have created the monster that sits before you."\n\n"... Cypher," you say after a moment, offering your hand.\n\nChuckling, he takes it, giving it only a short, hard single shake before releasing it. "My red and black angel Cypher. And now I say, let us two away from all of this and begin my dark work."\n\nThat makes you blink, practically coming out of nowhere from where you're sitting. "What do you mean?"\n\n"Though kindness has been driven out of me by my time in Hell, I've no desire to play at piracy and harm innocents for mere trinkets when my vengeance, and far greater awards, await. I doubt I can do it alone, and I owe you for your part in my escape and indulging my vengeance. So come, now. We shall slip away in the night like bad memories, and when all is said and done you shall be richer than if you had spent a thousand years as a pirate king. What say you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Suggest an alternative.|BadCypher]]

You call Delvan in, asking him, "Tell me more about this guy with no name listed."\n\n"There's not much to tell, he barely even exists in the prison records at all. The only other thing I didn't put in there is that they've got the cell set to 'dissuasive periodic shocks'."\n\n"What the hell is that?"\n\n"Basically the whole cell occasionally lights up with an electric zap, at regular intervals and then randomly in between. It's only s'posed to be used for extreme conditions, like where someone's got some sorta powers that they could use to break out if they were allowed to concentrate long enough or get rested enough, it counts as torture otherwise and your slam can't get accredited. But this one's got no powers or anything on file, so maybe Syatodeof gave up its license so it could take in some, y'know, off the books prisoners like this one."\n\nYou've got to admit that now more than anything, it's your curiosity that's driving you to find out what this guy's deal is. "Okay, Delvan, we're gonna break this guy out... someone they've gone to that much trouble to keep a secret and fuck around with has gotta have something on somebody that Arana would be interested in."\n\nThe two of you come up with a plan whereby you'll take one of the <i>Venomous</i>'s fighters and break away just after exiting the wormhole. While the <i>Venomous</i> makes an obvious approach to the prison and tanks the main defenses, with the intent to land just outside the slam and blast the outer defenses open and actually acquire at least a handful of prisoners for new pirate hands, the fighter will take advantage of all the attention being on the <i>Venomous</i> to land above the secure lockdown area, cut inside, and access "no name's" cell.\n\nAmazingly, when it comes down to it, everything goes off like clockwork. The small handful of ships kept in the area for patrol aren't any real match for Arana's secret weapon of a ship, and about the time that it comes in towards one side of the prison, your fighter is landing on the roof of the other side of it and Delvan's activating the 'boarding party' equipment, cutting through the reinforced metal of the prison's outer wall to allow you both to drop in. You hit the floor in a roll and come up firing blasts at the guards who had tried to take some meager amount of cover when they heard the cutting laser, the red balls of energy catching them and sending them toppling end over end before they crumple to the floor. Waiting until Delvan is down and can cover you, you make your way over to the cell and place the code cracker on the panel, waiting until the door slides open.\n\nStanding not quite in the doorway when it does is a tall man dressed in a ragged orange jumpsuit that hangs loose over a rather gaunt frame. His dark hair and thick beard almost stand on end, that and the rather unhinged look in his eyes making him look like some cross between a serial killer and a mad scientist. You can't help but take a half-step back at the sight of the silent, maniacal scarecrow in front of you, though you're careful to stand your ground as he steps forward to look you in the eye. "So. You're breaking me out," he says, his voice a low rasp.\n\n"Yeah, that's right."\n\n"Then do me this one favor, stranger... help me kill the warden," he replies, those eyes that are simultaneously both wild as a wolf's and cold as the grave narrowing. "Do this for me, and I shall tell you some of the secrets that have seen me locked in this place. Deny me... and you will know nothing, for I'll take what I know to my grave instead of his."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|BadCypher5x7]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BadCypher]]

"Kinda gross, if y'ask me, boss." The henchman wrinkles his nose as he looks at the scene illuminated by his flashlight. "I mean, two perfectly good girls, and look at them. They're all... freaky."\n\n"Gyahaha! Serves 'em right for tryin' ta mess with me!" Don Corneo laughs, puffing at his cigar. "Besides, my little Aps deserves some happiness! And look how they dote on my pet!"\n\nYou pay no attention to the human-noises, concentrating on your only reason for living, your mate's enormous cock. A look of mindless joy on your face, you drag your long, forked tongue along it, rubbing against it with your cold, clammy hands, rubbing your pussy against the furry brown ballsack between your legs. Your mate's other pet's body rubs against you as it does the same, worshiping your mate's enormous member with tongue and hands and bloated, soft tits. It would be almost impossible to tell the two of you apart, since both of you have the same tangled, cum-soaked black hair, the same pale, slick white skin reminiscent of a frog's belly, the same head-sized squishy breasts, the same glazed red eyes devoid of anything but lust for your mate's dick. And why should anyone try to tell you apart? It's not as if there's anything like memories, thoughts, or a personality left in either one of you.\n\n"If you say so, Don," the henchman sighs, shaking his head as he watches the two of you make animal sounds of glee and increase your squirming and writhing as the Aps's cock starts shuddering and gushing another stinking geyser of sickly yellow cum.\n\n"I do! Even a monster's got a right to be happy! Well, so longs as he's my monster," Corneo assures him, before turning and heading back for the surface.\n\n<b>Don Corneo's Mansion Ending</b> - <i>Corneo's pet's pets</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Let's get these out of the way," you announce, reaching out tentacles to manhandle her mostly limp body, though she twists and jerks in pointless defiance as you strip her of her panties and shirt and then drop her back down onto the bed naked, her enlarged tits wobbling with the motion. "I want you to have as much of a view past those things as you can."\n\n"What do you mean vi-" the Senshi starts to demand, before gasping and arching on the bed, her hips jerking with the strange and pleasurable sensations of you altering her body. Her crotch bulges outward, quickly taking on a distinct shape as a shaft pushes out and starts to take form, a pair of small but obviously already heavy orbs dropping into the smooth-skinned sack that presses out below it. Rei hisses in breath through her teeth and then huffs it back out, her fists clenching full of the sheets and twisting as the shaft grows more defined, pressing out the bulge of the cockhead and becoming threaded with veins as it keeps growing longer and thicker, waving in the air with her twists and jerks, her new balls bouncing and slapping against her pussy. She is indeed staring down past her tits at it, when she's not tossing back her head and trying to muffle cries of pleasure.\n\nFinally the growth stops and she collapses to the bed, panting, her skin gleaming with sweat. The tip of her new cock almost brushes the undersides of her tits, and the balls hanging down between her spread thighs and resting against her drooling pussy are roughly the size of baseballs. She stares down past her tits with slightly glazed eyes, watching the almost visible throbbing of her new prick. Whimpering, the Senshi clenches her fists hard. "S-stop it... take it off of me, it... it's throbbing... it <i>aches</i>..."\n\n"Hm? Does it ache? Maybe if you stroke it, it might relieve some of the pressure," you coo back at her smarmily, adding a mocking giggle.\n\nShe clenches her teeth and almost growls at you... then has to yank her hands back down to the bed when she begins to move them towards her cock without realizing it. After a few seconds she begins to writhe and whimper with the effort of not touching her massive new prick, her bare body grinding against the sheets, that long, fat shaft rubbing across her fat belly and leaving a few smears of pre on the undersides of her tits. But eventually she can't seem to hold herself back, reaching trembling hands towards the thick shaft, gasping loudly and making her whole body jerk at the first tentative touch. But then she almost grabs at it, starting to stroke and rub it with both hands, moaning full-throated and tossing her head back and forth. "Oh, oh fuck!" the Senshi gasps out, arching her back and thrusting her hips up towards her hands, inexpertly trying to fuck against her own fingers. \n\nSoon she's pumping her hands furiously over the full length of her prick, stroking it shamelessly and urging a steady dribble of pre out of it. You giggle to yourself at watching it throb in her hands, her body continuing to writhe on the bed... and her motions only becoming more agitated and her whimpering louder as she goes on. After almost half an hour she's desperately thrusting her hips against her stroking hands, her body dripping with sweat and bangs plastered against her forehead. "I need to cum! Why can't I cum?!" she whines.\n\n"Because I'm not letting you," you answer simply enough, folding your arms over your chest.\n\n"Oh God, oh fuck!" The Senshi reaches down to massage her aching, overfull balls with one hand, still stroking the shaft with the other.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her cum.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Don't let her cum.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Show her the true pleasure of a cock.|HLSenshi]]

'Assorted tasks' sounds sort of like what you're doing now, really. And looking through the listings, yeah it's just a bunch of odd jobs, although you guess these probably pay a little better since someone bothered to put an ad in the paper(?). ... Or maybe not, you actually see several of the places you go anyway, you just had no idea there was an actual listing for them. Sigh.\n\nYou read through anyway, figuring maybe you can just hustle and get more of them done in a day than without the listings, although that's starting to sound an annoying amount like a full-time job. Then you spot one listing that seems to be an agency of some sort... it's actually a fairly long ad and does a lot of yakking about endless opportunities, the ability for advancement, all while maintaining your own schedule and choosing your work. Huuuuh... sounds almost too good to be true.\n\n... Almost!\n\nYou put on some of your better clothes and head out to find the address on the listing. It turns out to be a fairly boring-looking office front, where the pretty girl at the desk doesn't even blink at someone in their mid-teens coming in, instead just saying you should feel free to help yourself to some refreshments as you wait for someone to come and do your interview. In this case 'refreshments' seems to be a big bowl of salted nuts on her desk, and a water cooler nearby. Although at least the water cooler has full-sized cups, and the nuts are particularly fragrant, with the little bits of salt and other seasonings on them almost glistening in the light. You practically can't keep yourself from grabbing a handful to munch on your way to one of the chairs.\n\nOf course, once you've eaten them, you start feeling thirsty. And it's kind of dry in the room too. So you get up, and get a glass of water. On your way back to the chair, you pass the bowl of nuts again, and it really does smell and look so good, and... well, you can probably see where this is going.\n\nBy the time they do call you in, you're feeling rather drowsy. Maybe it's because you hadn't really eaten anything that morning and now you've eaten basically a whole bowl of mixed nuts and you're a bit on the wobbly side as you obey the call to come into one of the adjacent rooms. In fact you're so sleepy that you barely even notice the people talking to you, just sort of responding on reflex as you sit down. Oh... oh, they let you sit in an actual armchair? Man, this thing is overstuffed and comfy. It even reclines! You probably shouldn't be reclining in an interview, but it's just so comfortable, and snzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...\n\nWhen you wake up you are... <i>definitely</i> not as comfortable as you were. In fact you seem to be laying on a cold metal floor, and even teenage flexibility and durability wasn't enough to keep you from being stiff as you shift around. Of course the movement also makes you realize you're naked, and a mingling of embarrassment, shock, and confusion washes over you as your eyes snap open and you reflexively try to cover yourself. It takes your eyes a moment to focus, but you find that you're in a large, rather dark room filled with other naked people.\n\nThey range from around your age to probably late twenties. They're of a lot of different skin tones and you can hear from some of them talking to each other or muttering to themselves that there are a lot of different languages, so... you don't think they're just from Capital City? A lot of them are sitting around in little clumps or by themselves, although a few are just sort of wandering around the room looking lost. Some are trying to cover themselves, others seem to have just accepted and adapted to their nudity, and it's one of these that walks over to you, a tan guy a handful of years older than you with short hair and a buff physique. "Hey, you. You're finally awake," he says in an accented voice.\n\n"Goddammit Todd," you mutter by reflex.\n\n"Huh?" He blinks, looking confused. "My name's Felipe."\n\n"No, it's... nevermind," you say with a sigh. "What the hell is going on?" you ask as you decide to get up, still trying to cover yourself at least a little. "Where are we?"\n\n"I mean, kind of obviously we've been abducted," Felipe says with a shrug. "Not sure by who but as to where we are, uh, there's a couple of answers. I mean we're in some sort of holding cell, yeah, but the doors are actually open and I guess you could leave if you want to."\n\n"Huh? Then why hasn't everyone?" you demand, frowning.\n\n"There's the other part of where we are," he says with a shrug, gesturing to one side.\n\nYou look over, past the clumps of naked people (admittedly despite your worry that was a sort of attention-diverting sight) and your jaw drops a little. One end of the room is basically a long set of floor-to-ceiling windows. The reason you didn't notice is that there are stars slowly streaking by outside. You walk over a bit numbly and look down just to be sure... yup, you deeefinitely seem to be in outer space.\n\n"After seeing that everyone mostly just sort of sits down and accepts it," Felipe says with another shrug. "I mean, we could maybe leave, and try to find who's running this place or whatever, but then... what would we do?"\n\nRight... you kind of doubt that anyone who would just leave the holding cell's door unlocked and rely on the fact that you're in space to deter escape attempts would allow on anyone with enough technical knowledge to try and fly the ship, even if the bridge or whatever was similarly unlocked. You glance over towards what looks like a sliding door, and which is apparently unlocked, but which no one seems to be paying any attention to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to leave anyway.|RunCI]]\n\n[[Take a seat.|RunCI1x1]]

"You think I could get something to eat?" you ask, giving her your best winning smile. "Going ballistic always gives me an appetite."\n\n"Sure, sugar!" Ukyo chirps, rushing back around the counter and finishing with cleaning off the griddle. "What do you want, the usual? I've got something new, though..."\n\n"New?" Your ears perk as you move to take a seat at the counter. New is good... especially if 'new' also means 'more' or 'bigger'. \n\n"It's a recipe I found in a cookbook, 'Strongman Okonomiyaki'. It's supposed to make you big and strong! I mean, it does also use..." She pauses, glancing at a container of sliced and diced meat nearby, then waves a hand dismissively. "Nevermind, nevermind!" She goes back to applying oil to the griddle, humming nonchalantly.\n\n... Huuuuh. Okay. Well, getting stronger is <i>always</i> good! ... On the other hand, stuff like that tends to have a drawback. Maybe it would be better to ask for the usual.\n\n<hr>\n[[Order a regular okonomiyaki.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Order a Strongman okonomiyaki.|FRanX]]

Well you'd considered trying to maybe pick some pockets before, when you'd almost run out of money, but there was sort of the problem of, uh, you didn't actually know how to pick pockets and were pretty sure you'd just get caught. But this body kind of seems like it might be way more dextrous than the last one, so you feel like you can give it a try.\n\nDoing your best to seem sort of dazed and tired, and therefore harmless, you start wandering around, hoping that will just make you look like any out-of-it street person. It turns out to be much easier than you thought to lift little money pouches or other things off of people you pass close enough to that don't seem to take any notice of you. You don't try for anything too big since, among other things, you don't really have anywhere to hide much more than a few little things right now.\n\nStill, you've lifted enough little pouches that you're just starting to consider finding somewhere to count it up and see if you've likely gotten enough to pay for some clothes when a pair of shrieking, dirty children, obviously in the midst of playing some game, rush by you, one of them thumping against your leg. You give a small yelp as you feel a little sting, like maybe one of them scratched you with their nails as they bumped up. "Hey! Watch it!" you snap half on reflex, glaring after them before patting behind your back below the "belt" of your rags, making sure none of the stuff you pickpocketed has been pickpocketed. Whew. All still there. Now to... to... wow everything's getting really blurry... maybe just take a quick nap... ... standing up... ......... or not.\n\n<i>*thump*</i>\n\nWhen you come to, you're on your knees with your wrists tied behind your back in a dark room. The only light largely seems to be filtering in through some boarded-up windows nearby, enough for you to see small forms moving around you. For a moment you're afraid you've been captured by the monsters again somehow, but then there's the sound of a match being lit, the flare of light illuminating a tall, lean form wearing a tattered black suit. The goateed man puffs on the cigar in his mouth to light it, then uses the waning match to light a candle on the table next to him. The candle lights up enough to see that the room is full of kids... all boys as far as you can tell, save for one of the ones standing right next to the goateed man's chair. She and the one opposite both look like they're a year or two younger than you were before you got isekai'd, and look vaguely familiar with brown hair, brown eyes, and cute but not overly memorable features. The girl's hair is long and capped by a kerchief that probably used to be white, her dress a simple 'peasant wife' style thing, while the boy's wearing a blue outfit that looks like it might have once been somebody's 'Sunday best' about three owners ago.\n\n"Clearly you don't understand that every pickpocket in this part of town works for me," the goateed man says as he puffs on his slightly tattered cigar. He glances aside at the table, where you can see everything you stole, as well as a few other items, like what looks distinctly like a potion bottle. "I've got an arrangement, fella, one I get to uphold as I see fit."\n\nGrimacing, you mutter, "I didn't know, look, I got jumped and had all my stuff stolen, that's all, so-"\n\nYou cut off as he raises a hand, his long, thin fingers giving an almost shooing motion as if to wave off your explanation. "Don't care, don't care. Listen, one-a two things happens now. Either you come work for me as one of my boys, doin' everything I say, givin' me part of your take, or I'll just turn ya over to th' ones I've got an arrangement with and they'll deal with ya. Which is it gonna be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Work for him.|EricPP]]\n\n[[Refuse.|EricPP]]

<<if $haremvisited is "false">>Ordering Baru to guide you to the harem room that you assume must exist by now if it didn't before, you follow her through the halls of the ship until reaching a pair of heavy golden doors. They slide open at your approach, admitting you into a sprawling room that seems to go on forever. It's everything you would have imagined for a harem... large groups of pillows everywhere, silken draperies, round beds, mirrors on everything. Well, you probably wouldn't have imagined the large Triceratops-men standing around the walls holding spears and with whips at their hips, their cocks and balls completely encased in gleaming metal sheaths with conspicuous locks attached at the top, but hey.\n\n"Welcome to your harem, Lord and Master," Baru coos, bowing obsequiously as she steps back to allow you to wander further in. "This room is a persistent holographic projection... meaning it can be of any size you wish, and any sort of implements or microenvironment you wish are there merely for the asking." Huh. You guess you could kind of do that with the debug menu anyway, but it's nice to have an in-character excuse. "This is of course where we shall place any subjects you have repurposed into Pleasure Slaves."\n\n"I see. What about the guards?" you ask, looking over at one of the stonefaced Trikerons. You notice that they're also wearing shiny silver collars to match the chastity devices encasing their genitals.\n\n"These are Trikeron soldiers who have given some offense to the Fleet or disgraced themselves in some way. They are forbidden to fuck or to orgasm until they have regained their honor. Of course, should you wish to make use of them in any way, they are yours to do so with as you see fit, including having them use your slaves for your viewing enjoyment... although whether they are actually allowed to orgasm when doing so is of course up to you, Lord and Master."\n\nAha. "I see." You look over the harem, taking in the possibilities. Ah... you're definitely going to have a lot of fun with this.<<set $haremvisited to "true">><<else>>You decide to head over to your harem, strolling into the massive, opulent room and perusing your domain as its lord and master, taking in the sight of the always at attention (as far as stance goes, since they can't be euphemistically) guards and your slaves.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Shampoo_harem is "true">>You see [[Shampoo|HaremShampoo]] lounging on some pillows underneath a simulated window, laying right in a sunbeam. True to her enforced feline nature, she's lapping at the side of one curled hand and brushing it across her bangs, the motions making her six tits jiggle gently and her bell collar jingle.<<endif>> <<if $haremboiranma is "true">>You see the sleek, feminine form of the [[femboi-fied Ranma|HaremFemboiRanma]] laying on one of the beds, kicking his cute little feet in the air with his chin propped up on his hands, his blue eyes gazing with a mixture of annoyance and longing towards the captured, unavailable cocks of the guards.<<endif>>\n\nIf you don't feel like using your harem right now, you could also [[go somewhere else|TriSelect2]]. Alternatively, you could always decide [[you're bored of a slave|TriHaremDelete]] and get rid of them.<<set $comefromharem to "true">>

Not wasting time with talk, you open fire with stun blasts, fat blue balls of energy streaking out and splashing against forms and equipment, people crumpling to the floor and equipment flickering and shutting down. The first to go down in a heap is a large, slender, furry form that looked a lot like a naked catgirl. You almost feel guilty about shooting something so sexy, but you're too busy returning fire from the various armored guards. (Yup, shiny black opaque helmets, called it.) You take off at a run, their fire skewing way behind you or, when they try to compensate, way ahead. Again, you almost feel guilty about shooting them, but not really.\n\nYou duck and roll behind a freestanding console to take cover, peeking around one side of it to take another guard, then swinging back around and firing on another pair as they come rushing through the door. You fire into the console next to the door they used, and the door conveniently swings shut and seals instead of opening. ... Why? Shaking it off, you scoot your back up against the console, raising your pistols, doing some mental checks of the guards you saw when you came in versus the ones you shot. You're fairly certain now the only one still standing is a figure with wild black hair and wearing a labcoat. Definitely the bounty.\n\n"You blind fool!" you hear from further in the lab, the mad scientist blatantly revealing her location. "Can't you see what I'm trying to do here?!"\n\nHoo boy. Time for the villain speech.\n\n<hr>\n[[This oughtta be good.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Fuck it, she's monologuing.|Cypher1x20]]

You blink. Something seemed off just now when you... when you kicked the bookcase. Listening for a moment to make sure that the thump didn't alert anybody, you scoot forward a bit and kick it again. The bookcase shakes with the impact and the books all give a slight jump and shift on the shelves... all except one.\n\n"Seriously?" you mutter to yourself, before standing up and reaching out, laying a hand on the top of the book and tugging on it. It tilts out at an angle, and the bookcase slides away to reveal a spiral staircase heading down. Shaking your head, you bring up your blasters and start heading down. Eventually you arrive at the bottom, where there's a long metal hallway that ends in a doorway with a keypad. Your memories helpfully supply two things: that you could hack it, and that this particular keypanel has a much faster way of working. You blast the panel, and the door obligingly slides open. God these people are dumb.\n\nYou dart through the doorway into a large and elaborate lab, with robotic armatures dangling from the ceiling, consoles lining every wall, big glass jutting from the floor, and automated reclining medical tables here and there. A number of figures jump and look over towards you as you burst in, startled looks on their faces at your ability to navigate their ridiculously simplistic security.\n\n<hr>\n[["Freeze!"|Cypher]]\n\n[[Blam!|Cypher1x19]]

If the heat's likely to be back on the house, you need to be more stealthy about looking. You open a door and find what looks like some sort of study, with a desk and various furniture, a fireplace, and some bookshelves. Ducking inside, you close the door and scramble behind the desk, finding there's plenty of room to wedge yourself into the space under it.\n\nYou settle in to wait, hoping that eventually you'll hear some sort of all clear signal. Instead, you soon hear a pair of voices through the door, as if they'd stopped right outside it to discuss things loudly enough to be heard through a slab of oak. Man, this place really does run on cliche.\n\n"Man, that was a hell of a thing. Did you see that guy?"\n\n"I thought he'd never go down, especially since the boss insisted we use stun blasts. I'm just glad I wasn't one of the ones that had to drag his big ass to the lab elevator."\n\n"Hey, look, there's stuff messed up in here."\n\n"... Eh. There was lots of exploding going on, those probably got knocked off the wall from the shaking. C'mon man, let's go get a drink, I'm dyin' here."\n\nThe pair of obviously inept and probably masked or opaque-helmeted guards wander off, leaving you sitting there scowling. So it looks like they captured Koro, meaning this is now a rescue mission. Way to go on your first time out. Growling angrily at yourself, you lash out a kick from below the desk, striking the bookcase behind it and making it jump slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to find that elevator and rescue Koro!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Wait, there was something...|Cypher1x18]]

"Yeah, exactly. I'll give it a little bit once I hear things start to go down, then go right in the front door," you assure Koro. "We'll meet up inside, or back at Sierra once I have Madison."\n\n"Heheheh, this is my kinda plan," Koro grunts as he cracks his knuckles and twists his head back and forth, before he turns and jogs off to the side, eventually leaping over the wall handily. You make your way a bit more slowly towards the front of the house, trying to watch for cameras or other surveillance devices and keep out of direct sight, until you find a place to settle in. Eventually you hear a loud crash from somewhere on the grounds, some yelling, and blaster fire. ... Then an explosion. Well, looks like Koro is definitely keeping up his part of the plan.\n\nYou give it a little bit, then do your own bounding leap and scramble over the wall, dropping down and zipping up the walkway to the front door, which caves in at a single good kick. You snap your pistols up and sweep the large entryway, then go running down the hall when you see no one. The place seems richly-appointed, like every rich person's mansion you ever imagined... not exactly the sort of place you would have expected to find a mad scientist hanging out. Which leaves you with the question of how to find the bounty in all this. Alright, think, they're probably underground, right? That would be the obvious place to put a secret laboratory, as well as the completely stereotypical one, so from what you've seen of this universe so far, that's definitely where it is, probably with hidden access points. So you quickly start looking around for anything that might be a likely trigger or lever, looking behind paintings and yanking a few light fixtures off the wall.\n\nIn the midst of your search, you notice that it's gone quiet outside. You frown... either Koro has evaded the forces fighting him, been forced to run off, or captured. Either way, attention is likely to start turning inward now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look faster!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Hide out for a bit.|Cypher1x17]]

Didn't Dr. Trace say something about Koro doing a lot of property damage? But as you skim over the open file yourself, you notice that Madison is apparently set up in a country home with a sprawling grounds. Anything Koro winds up destroying, you can just blame on the criminal. Giving the big man a nod, you grin and say, "Let's go have some fun."\n\n"Yeah, alright!" The huge man gives you a thumbs-up and leaps to his feet, bending the tree trunks he calls legs and doing a few celebratory pelvic thrusts. "Catch bounties, get money!"\n\nYou're not quite sure if that's how that phrase goes, but considering Ami's in the room maybe the censored version is for the best. You and Koro head for the lift and head back down to the docking level, making your way back to the bay where Sierra is nestled snugly between the walls.\n\n"Hey boss!" Sierra's voice chirps in greeting. "Hey Koro. Be careful, okay?"\n\n"Tch, I said I was sorry!" the big man huffs, running a hand over his huge brush of red hair, which actually lightly brushes the ceiling inside here. He settles himself carefully into one of the chairs, which actually widens a little bit to fit him. Deciding not to ask for the backstory on that little exchange, you settle into one of the forward seats and pull up the file.\n\n"Here's where we think Mad Doc Madison is, Sierra. How close do you think you can get us?"\n\n"Hm. Well, to be extra safe, I can 'stealth' register our flight plan with the planetary grid... we'll still show up as being there legally for paperwork, but no one gets notified. They're constructing a country club about ten miles from that address and my access to their records show they've poured the foundation but haven't put up the walls yet, it should work just fine as a landing pad. If I do a curving descent from around the angle of the sun, no way they'll ever see us coming in. You guys won't have too long of a walk to get there, and if you signal me I can fly over practically instantly and do a near-landing right where you need me to."\n\nYou blink in surprise, thoroughly impressed. "Wow, Sierra, great job."\n\n"T'weren't nothin'," the ship's voice answers, in a tone that says she's preening a bit. "But sound good, boss?"\n\n"Sounds great. Make it so."\n\n"Aye aye!" There are a number of clanks and hisses from the outside, and you watch as the view of a grey metal wall is gradually replaced by stars. Sierra guides herself out of the small bay and accelerates. "We've got a wormhole to Zanzi available only 2,000 kilometers away, pretty direct, too. Flight time today should be around forty-five minutes." Even as she's speaking, the stars outside begin rushing by very quickly, and soon disappear in a flash of red and purple, turning into a streaming tunnel around the ship.\n\n"Whoa. So this is a wormhole," you murmur, leaning forward a bit and tilting your head to try and look at it from another angle. Actually it looks a lot like a cheesy special effect, but you're not sure what to make of that.\n\n"Yup, space is completely riddled with 'em," Koro comments, leaning back and resting his hands behind his head... then turning the chair to angle his elbow away from the wall as Sierra makes a little 'hst!' noise over the speakers. "It's how most interstellar travel's done. Keepin' up with th' maps is one-a th' more expensive parts of bein' a spacer... unless ya got yerself a funny li'l ship that can generate maps of 'er own."\n\n"I generate maps, I recognize space phenomenon, I cook, and I'm a wonderful conversationalist," Sierra's voice chirps happily. "Best ship? Best ship."\n\nYou grin. "Hard to argue with that."\n\nKoro passes the travel time relating a story of one of his own bounties he brought in. It mostly seems to be a long litany of people and things he punched or kicked, but told with such energy and eagerness that it manages to be interesting regardless. Several times when he starts to wave his hands around or get up to gesture Sierra will make that little "Hst!" noise again and he'll quickly settle down. It's actually sort of remarkable, like a cat reacting to the sound of a spray bottle being pumped. Eventually there's a flash and a slight *pop* noise, and the rushing tunnel of purple and red turns into a starfield mostly blocked out by a green and blue planet. It looks pretty Earth-like, except that the continents are shaped quite differently... almost like someone was trying to deliberately make them look unlike the ones back home.\n\nSierra enters the atmosphere with surprisingly little fanfare, more a simple fading of black to blue, and soon you're zooming over a city, and then suburbs, and then more open areas. The ship slowly comes down to rest on a broad concrete slab the size of, well, a building, and you and Koro trot out. Realizing that this is the first chance you've really had to look at your ship since you got here, you turn around and walk backwards to get a better look. Her hull's so white that it almost looks like it's brightly glowing in the sunlight. Her main body is shaped largely like a wedge, albeit rounded off so that she's mostly smooth curves, with a long black plane on the front that must correspond to the forward port. Currently she also sports long, slender forward-angled wings and a set of tall, backswept fins attached at the top and angled outward slightly, both in gleaming silver, though as you watch both retract into her hull, the white pieces at the ends of them fitting into the rest of her so smoothly the seams disappear, leaving simply the wedge-shape. Well, that and the six "feet" extended from her bottom to rest on.\n\n"You'll be okay on your own here on the surface, Sierra?" you call.\n\n"No problem, boss. Just call when you need me, otherwise I'll be waiting here," her voice answers, as if broadcast over a PA system.\n\nResisting the urge to give her a pat or maybe even a hug goodbye (you're starting to get really attached to that silly weird ship), you and Koro head off towards the estate where Madison has apparently set up shop. You can see it up on a hill quite a bit in the distance, surrounded by lush green grounds and a brick wall. "That's the place, right?"\n\n"Hmmm... yup!" Koro acknowledges, after briefly holding up what looks like a smartphone. He pauses, then shows you the matching picture on the screen. "Doc Trace started making me check stuff like that. Four times isn't that many to get the wrong place, huh?"\n\nYou make a vaguely agreeable noise rather than point out that the problem was likely more all the property destruction he caused than just getting the building wrong. You consider trying to sneak in, but, well, you brought Koro... you kind of decided to throw real stealth to the wind from the start, there. You consider for a few moments, then suggest your plan. "I think one of us should approach from the grounds on the side, being really obvious and causing a lot of ruckus. Once everyone inside is good and distracted, the other can bust right in through the front... if they even notice, it will just cause more chaos."\n\n"Heheh, a ruckus is my specialty. So you want I should go in from the side...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[That's right.|Cypher1x16]]\n\n[[No, have him wait and go in the front.|CypherPlaceholder]]

"'Mad Doc' Madison sounds like someone who definitely doesn't need to be allowed to run around," you say after a few moments' thought. "It sounds like she's actually hurting other people... to me that means she needs to be taken down more than thieves and someone who sounds like they just illegally copied a video or something, even if the bounty's smaller."\n\nYou nod firmly at your own decision, then notice Ami is beaming at you approvingly. Blushing in a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at the look, you glance away.\n\n"Well, don't figure I disagree on any particular count," Koro says agreeably, resting his big hands on his stomach. "Want me to come with?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|Cypher1x15]]\n\n[[Nah.|CyherPlaceholder]]

Trotting back to the lift and ordering it to the bridge, you step out a few seconds later. You know how to work pretty much every console you look at and can even identify the make and model of the ship just from seeing the bridge, even though you're seeing it for the first time. The place is a lenghtened semicircle, with two levels, what's some sort of observation deck with only a few consoles and chairs, and the lower part which is a solid half-ring of workstations and seats. A floor-to-ceiling window curves all along the front, showing slowly moving stars outside. Koro is sitting on one of the observation deck chairs, some holographic panes floating around him. Ami's standing behind the chair, leaned forward a bit to look over his shoulder.\n\n"Wow," you observe as you walk over, eyes on the window. "Isn't that kinda vulnerable?" \n\nAmi smiles at you, then sidles over to stand a little closer at your side, almost brushing her bare arm against yours. You fight both a blush and another kind of reaction, since you're pretty sure you could almost see under her skirt when she was leaning forward and now you're remembering it and thinking about it stop stop stop.\n\n"Huh? Oh nah. Ain't actually glass, just holography over the hull. There's a panel of cleartanium somewhere under there with a blast shield that can be raised manually, if we ever lose power an' hafta see where we are. We'd be pretty boned at that point, though," he adds, tilting his head back and looking slightly wistful. "Well, anyway! Got bounties to hunt an' bacon to bring home!" He sweeps his big fingers aound, gesturing to the flat windows and then sending them out so they're larger and in front of you both. "Found a few likely contestants, all of 'em with nice big prices on their heads if'n we can capture 'em."\n\n"F'rinstance, there's <b>[[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x14]]</b>," he says, pointing at one of the windows, which bears a picture of a rather firm-jawed woman with long, wild black hair and even wilder green eyes, some bags under them and her unhinged grin helping indicate she lives up to the name. "Wanted for creation and use of illegal genetic alteration technology an' use of techniques that alter th' free will of natural born sentients. Plus a whole other host-a stuff that'll see her doin' a good 2,000 years in a rehab sim. She's on a planet called Zanzi."\n\n"Then there's th' <b>[[Quatra Twins|Cypher5x1]]</b>," he continues, pointing at a screen with a pair of solemn, dark-haired, brown-eyed people on it, a boy and a girl. "They're wanted fer stealin' priceless heirlooms offa their mom, Queen Josephine Quatra, and runnin' off. But don't figure just 'cause they're royalty they're pushovers, th' little stinkers're trained in blades an' martial arts. Their old mum's offerin' double th' reward if they're brought back without a scratch. Holed up on some scummy pit of a space station, Mulsap Twelve."\n\n"An' last but not least, there's <b>[[Zzizzax|CypherPlaceholder]]</b>. Pronounced exakly like it's spelled, 'parently." He points at the third window, with a much odder image of a female face that seems to be made of translucent purple goo, the shape of long hair and all. "A Purple Nebulan. Eh, call 'im a she or call 'er a he, whichever y'figure works best. Wanted fer 'unsanctioned conversions', not quite sure what that means. Got their own ship somewhere out in the Linni Cluster." He turns his head and looks at you. "So, if yer feelin' up ta it, which one ya wanna go after?"

A few minutes later, you're standing in front of a console with a floating, glowing crystal the size of a TV tray over it. "Uh, this wasn't here last night."\n\n"Of course it was. You must have been distracted. Now, all you have to do is touch this, and the computer will read your DNA and brain structure and retrieve the appropriate files, then upload them via your nerves."\n\n"So, seriously, you have this crystal thingy that can do all that?" You eye the 'save point module'. "Doesn't that seem way more advanced than pretty much everything else around here?"\n\nThe blonde woman stares at you a bit blankly. "I don't follow."\n\nSighing and giving up, you reach out to lay your hand against the flat surface of the crystal. There's a quiet *shing* noise, and a moment later you gasp as a wave of dizziness washes over you. You yank your hand away, but by the time you do the dizziness is gone as if it never existed. You blink, then look over at the grinning Dr. Trace as she holds up a device. "What's this?"\n\n"Calcium stitcher," you answer, frowning as you wonder why she asked.\n\n"Good." She sets the tool down on the table she's next to, and picks up another one. "This?"\n\n"It's a nerve inhibitor, why?"\n\nLaughing a bit, she sets that one down as well. "Because you didn't know what any of this was five minutes ago. But I did give 'old Cypher' a handful of instruction on emergency surgery. You know because he knew."\n\n"Oh... <i>oh</i>." Your eyes widen. "Wow, geez, that's... subtle."\n\n"One word for it. You most likely won't even notice most of your new knowledge, just as you didn't notice that you suddenly recognized these despite the fact that you'd never seen any of my instruments before. As far as your brain and reflexes are concerned, you have seen them before." She grins, then pats you on the back. "I think Koro was heading up to the bridge to check for bounties on the waves, why don't you head up and see if he's found anything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x13]]

"Well... I guess I wouldn't <i>mind</i> staying," you say slowly. "But what about Cypher?"\n\nThe other three exchange looks, and you can tell from their expressions that they're probably feeling a bit guilty over the fact that they won't terribly miss their "charismatic" "friend".\n\n"Cypher is resourceful and adaptive," Dr. Trace finally says in a reasonable tone. "I'm sure that if he's in your body, he's already proceeding as if it's his new life, rather than sitting about waiting for us to rescue him."\n\n"Frankly if I were you I wouldn't want to go back to your life after he's had it for more than a week," Sierra's voice says from the comm panel.\n\nYou blink in surprise at that. "I thought you liked him. You were certainly chipper enough when you thought I was him."\n\n"Well <i>yeah</i>, I'm programmed to like my current owner, it's part of my protection protocols!" Sierra answers. Now you can see the little oscilloscope line wavering on the panel whenever she speaks. "But now that you're my owner, I'm free to say that guy was kind of a pill. In all the time I've known him, I never saw him just honestly smile, or laugh, or let himself be open. Just flat solemn face all the time, completely stoic, the single most catalogued expression of his I have is him closing his eyes to try and look wise while he drank from a coffee cup. He was like some utter jerkwad's idea of a badass action hero."\n\n"Geez, wonder what you'll say about <i>me</i> when I'm gone?" you remark dryly, propping your chin up on one hand and looking at the panel.\n\n"Aw, boss, don't say that! I already like you <i>loads</i> better than I liked him! Like, for serious, not just because I have to."\n\n"The procedure is very fast and easy, you only need to come to the medical bay," Dr. Trace says, rising to her feet. "Then you should be able to access your, ah, Cypher's-"\n\nYou sigh and shake your head as you stand up too. "Look, just... call me Cypher, okay? It'll be easier on everyone, maybe even me, if we don't have to constantly try to make sense of who's who and owns what between me and the... original."\n\n"That seems a wise decision. This way, please."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x12]]

You manage at least long enough to get to room 720, which turns out to be a kind of conference room, complete with long table surrounded by chairs and a big screen on the wall. Ami, Dr. Trace, and Koro are all sitting around it. Dr. Trace is eating what looks like perfectly normal scrambled eggs, while Ami's eating some sort of greyish... tube... that she's cutting slices off of with a knife and fork. Koro's just leaned back with his hands behind his head and his feet up in an empty chair. All three look at you with a bit of surprise before they cover it up.\n\n"Ah, good. I went ahead and ordered you the 'usual' steak and eggs, hope it wasn't too presumptious," Dr. Trace says, gesturing to a plate on the largely empty side of the table.\n\nYour body's not that hungry, but your mind has spent most of the last week half-starving, so it's a bit of an effort not to just tear into it. Settling into the chair and starting to eat, you pause between bites to say, "Let me guess, Cypher never walked around out of the suit."\n\n"No," all three answer in almost perfect sync, with an added "Nope!" from Sierra's voice from the raised control panel in the middle of the table. \n\nYou make a face and swallow an unkind comment about your predecessor before swallowing another bite of steak. Dr. Trace finishes her eggs and scoots her chair around beside you, waving that smartphone-looking thing from earlier in your direction. "Well, everything seems nominal with your physical signs again. The young do recover so quickly."\n\nSomething in her tone makes you start to have one of those aforementioned teenage boy reactions, and you quickly scoot your chair in a bit further. Dr. Trace smiles, but you think you catch just the barest hint of a frown from Ami. You're not sure, though, when you glance at her she looks perfectly normal again, eating the last of her whatever-it-is.\n\n"In any event, there was something specific I wanted to discuss. People here often make what we call 'save points'." Dr. Trace doesn't notice as you stare at her in blatant 'are you kidding me?' fashion. "They don't retain memories or personality, but they do retain physical skills and practical knowledge, such as martial arts or piloting. They're used in the case of someone suffering neurological damage or if they've been out of practice for some time. Now normally they're locked to a person's individual genetic code and portions of their brain structure, not just anyone can download an expert's piloting skill. But since you have both Cypher's genetic code and his brain structure, we could load his last Save Point into you. That would allow you to get back to helping us with bounty missions, if you're willing, and would mean you wouldn't be so reliant on us for day-to-day life."\n\nYou blink, then think that over. "I... guess I might be willing, yeah. Seems fair." Maybe getting shot at won't be quite as scary if you know what you're doing. "So what's the downside?"\n\n"It's mostly only a hypothesis, but I suspect that the alterations to your brainwave patterns that would come with the 'save load' would render you unable to be switched back to your original body, if we ever found a way to do so." Dr. Trace's expression is serious now, all hints of teasing vanished. "You would almost certainly have to remain here, in that body, for the rest of your life."\n\n<hr>\n[[Being an intergalactic bounty hunter with my own starship does sound like there might be a few mildly interesting things about it.|Cypher1x11]]\n\n[[The life of a homeless teenager with no cash and no prospects is too wonderful to give up!|CypherPlaceholder]]

There are a handful of girls that hold power in this setting... they're the ones who can most easily influence, order, or intimidate others into obeying them (actually you) without needing to use force. And one of those is, luckily, right here in the house. "You two clean up," you order Ranma and Nabiki, using the quick menu so they don't get frozen and browsing the clothes area of the item spawn menu. You eventually select a pair of fifties-style dresses, albeit only mid-thigh length and with rather more daring cleavage than the actual cut of the era, bright pink things that include clean white aprons over them and a pair of pink pumps. You check the box to make everything auto-fitting and add the ensemble to the Favorites, then spawn two of them and hold the stacks out to Ranma and Nabiki. "Get dressed."\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling,</span>" they both answer in perfect unison, accepting the stacks and going about pulling on the dresses and stepping into the shoes with quick, proper motions... the exact same quick, proper motions, which you have to admit impresses and amuses you. You obviously didn't bother to include any underwear... the dresses have just enough built-in support to lift and present their tits, and the skirts are long enough to hide everything but short enough to lift easily. Plus you like how the look clashes with everything these two are... or used to be. The pink doesn't go that great with Ranma's red hair, but eh... maybe you'll make her dye it later. She'd be a cute blonde! \n\n"Alright. Ranma, you're going to hide in the closet with me. Nabiki, I want you to go downstairs, and convince Kasumi to come up with you, and then get her to sit in the chair and activate the programming. Understood?"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling!</span>" "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling!</span>" they answer, slightly out of sync this time since you gave them their orders at different intervals. Ranma turns smartly on her heel and marches over to the closet, which she opens and steps inside, turning to face back out and then just standing there, smiling sunnily, blue eyes empty. Nabiki turns and makes her way out of the room as you head over to get in the closet with Ranma, pulling the door mostly closed and leaving just enough of a gap you can peek out and see the Chair. Ranma continues to smile at the closed closet door now, expression not changing even as you haul up the back of her dress and give her bare ass a squeeze. Not particularly wanting to just wait, you pop open the menu and poke through it... oh hey, a new option, 'Waifu Tracking'! You select Nabiki's name from the list, and a new window pops up, showing the stairs. When you close the main menu the view descends... ah, looks like you're seeing her POV. There's a cog in the corner where you could presumably change things, but for now you leave it as-is.\n\nYou watch through her eyes as she walks into the kitchen, immediately spotting Kasumi spotting vegetables. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Sister, please come upstairs with me.</span>"\n\n"Hm? Oh my, Nabiki, what a cute dress!" Kasumi declares cheerfully as she turns towards the screen. "But I'm not sure I can make the time to come upstairs, it's only five hours until dinner!"\n\nThere's a brief pause as the mindblanked Nabiki no doubt struggles to emulate something like actual thinking in her effort to obey your command. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">It's about doing housework,</span>" she finally settles on.\n\n"Oh my! Well in that case, please lead the way!" Kasumi instantly declares, setting the knife down and wiping her hands quickly on a towel before turning to hurry over.\n\n... Wow, you're pretty sure the chair isn't going to have to work too hard on her. The view shifts away from Kasumi as Nabiki turns to head back upstairs, so you finally tap the cog and change it to a third person view, enjoying the sight of Nabiki's boobs jiggling in her dress as she leads Kasumi up the stairs. The two of them enter the room and Nabiki walks over towards the Chair, coming back into your actual line of sight. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Please sit down here,</span>" Nabiki requests in that brainlessly pleasant tone she says everything in now, gesturing courteously to the Chair's seat.\n\n"Oh my, what's this?" Kasumi asks, frowning ever-so-slightly and putting her fingertips to her lips. "It looks a bit imposing."\n\nAnother beat passes as Nabiki fakes thinking, before she answers, "<span style="color:#f562ed;">It will make you better at housework.</span>"\n\n"Oh my! How lovely!" the ponytailed girl instantly declares, unhesitatingly moving over and primly gathering her skirts to sit. You're starting to feel like you could have just walked over and asked 'Would you like to be a brainless housewife meat-droid?' and she would have happily agreed. Nabiki, for her part, similarly shows no hesitation about walking over to the control panel and hitting the button that will turn her sister into said brainless housewife meat-droid. Kasumi looks a little startled as the restraints clamp down over her wrists and ankles, as well as the metal rods clacking to the sides of her head. When the electric shock stars, she gasps loudly and arches hard, blurting out an incredibly slutty-sounding, "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Oh my!</span>" in a tone and with a shake of her hips that says she came instantly the moment the process started.\n\nYou step out of the closet and walk over to the Chair, leaving Ranma to stay behind just standing there with the same blank, pleasant smile on her face that Nabiki has while watching her sister getting mindwiped. Almost before you've finished coming to stand beside the Chair, the shocks stop, the rods swing aside and the restraints pop open, and Kasumi stands up serenely. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Hello, Darling, how may I be of service?</span>"\n\n'Took less than a minute,' you think almost ruefully. Geez, she really got the short end of the stick on characterization, didn't she? Oh well. "Nabiki, go stand in the closet with Ranma."\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling,</span>" Nabiki answers, pivoting and strolling over, Ranma smoothly stepping to one side to make room for her as she steps in and pivots back to face forward, both of them now staring out with those same serene, empty smiles, like dolls in a cupboard. \n\nTurning your attention back to Kasumi, you spawn another of the pink dress ensembles, having settled on it as the 'uniform' for your Stepford Waifus. "Kasumi, strip down completely and change into this. Then I want you to go convince Akane to come back here, strip naked, and sit in the chair. You'll then activate the restraints but not the programming process, understood?"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling,</span>" Kasumi answers cheerfully, already starting to untie her apron and lifting it off before undoing the fastenings of her dress. You watch as she shamelessly strips down in front of you, calmly folding each article of clothing and setting it aside even when that article of clothing is her panties, her rather luscious naked body displayed for you before she pulls the pink dress on over it and steps daintily into the shoes, before turning to go and lure her sister into being turned into a submissive chore-slave. You join your other two waifus in the closet, once again sliding the door mostly closed, and this time bringing up the 'WaifuCam' of Kasumi's POV. Her trip is much shorter as she knocks on Akane's door, waiting for the call to come in before stepping inside. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Akane, would you please come with me? I need your help with something.</span>" Hm... maybe the fact that the Chair had to do so little work on her made her take to her new state of being more easily, she certainly doesn't seem to have the same problem with being deceptive that Nabiki did, you think as you give said Stepford Waifu's ass a light slap, causing her to make a happy, thankful-sounding squeak.\n\n"Hm? Sure, Kasumi," Akane answers, the youngest Tendo sister laying on her stomach wearing shorts and a T-shirt. She sets aside the manga she's reading and hops to her feet, following her sister next door, albeit making a face as she sees they're going into Ranma's room. She blinks a few times at the sight of the Chair in the corner, hanging back. "Huh? What's that thing?"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Oh my, it's very nice,</span>" Kasumi answers, smiling a smile that's virtually indistinguishable from her usual as she turns back to Akane. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">It's very relaxing to sit in it, all your stress will just melt away.</span>"\n\n"Oh, it's a massage chair, huh? I guess they do kind of look like that sometimes," Akane replies, obviously relaxing as she walks over towards the Chair. "Don't know why it's in that idiot Ranma's room, but I guess there's a lot of space in he-" She blinks as Kasumi holds out a hand to stop her from getting into the Chair.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Oh my, you need to remove your clothes first, Akane,</span>" she insists gently, still smiling serenely. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">It's necessary for the best relaxation.</span>"\n\n"W-what?! Get naked?!" Akane squeaks, her eyes going wide and her face going red. "And in Ranma's room of all places?! N-no way!"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Oh my, I promise Ranma won't interrupt us,</span>" the Waifu-ized Kasumi assures her, which is pretty good... Ranma won't interrupt because she's standing on Nabiki's other side, smiling sunnily at the closet door. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Don't you trust me, Akane?</span>"\n\n"Well... of course," the short-haired girl answers a bit hesitantly, before sighing and undoing her shorts. The fact that she has no idea you're watching, both from the closet and with an even better view via Kasumi's POV, makes it all the hotter that she's getting naked in front of you and you indulge in lightly stroking your stiff prick, especially as you anticipate what's to come. Once naked, the blushing Akane more gingerly climbs into the Chair and settles, obviously trying to relax as Kasumi moves to the control panel... then yelping as the restraints snap into place. "Wha?! Hey, Kasumi, what's going on?! Kasumi!" she yelps, but her sister simply stands there, smiling serenely with her hands folded in front of her.\n\nAkane's visible distress only grows as you step out of the closet. "W-what the heck?! Hey, Eric, that's... you pervert!" she blurts, falling back on the old standard as she sees your nudity and jutting cock waving in the air as you walk. Her struggles only intensify as you walk closer, anger tinged with fear as you step over to the controls. "What is this?! How'd you get Kasumi to help you?! What are you AH!" she shrieks as the Chair abruptly tips back, moving her into a semi-prone position as the sections holding her legs swing upward and apart. Her face goes completely red with a heady mixture of rage and embarrassment as her naked pussy is left vulnerable and accessible, on display as you move back around... and between her legs. "No! No, don't! No donNNNNH!" she cries as you push inside of her, your cock luckily still a bit slick with spit and cum from the earlier fun with Ranma and Nabiki, who are both still standing serenely in the closet, just as Kasumi is smiling placidly at the sight of you raping her sister. "E-Eric, stop!" Akane half-pleads, half-demands as you start thrusting.\n\n"Kasumi, start the process," is your only reply, Kasumi chirping out a "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling!</span>" as she taps the screen. Akane jerks in surprise at the metal rods clacking to the side of her head, her pussy giving a reactionary squeeze around you... then even moreso starting to flutter and squeeze as she cries out from the electricity starting to play over her temples. Ooo, there's even a little bit of a tingly feeling coming from her cunt! A cunt which is already starting to grow wet and more yielding around you as Akane thrashes in her restraints.\n\n"Eric! Y-you bastard, get you<span style="color:#f562ed;">r cock feels so good Darlin</span>nnNNH what is this?! What's it doing to me?! Let me go, let me out r-right now <span style="color:#f562ed;">so I can serve you and please you and</span> NO NO NO NO STOP IT NOOOOO I <span style="color:#f562ed;">want to be a good little slave wife</span> NOOOOO!"\n\nOh yes, this was definitely a good call! You'd already decided you wanted to fuck a girl <i>while</i> she was being Stepford Waifu'd, and Akane was absolutely the right choice. If you'd tried it with Kasumi you'd have barely had time to get inside her before the process was done... but despite the lack of forewarning, Akane is fighting the process way more ferociously than any of the others. It gives you plenty of time to enjoy a nice, slow, steady fucking, feeling her pussy becoming ever more eager and welcoming of your cock, quivering and squeezing around you and practically trying to suck you in even as she shouts and curses you the entire time.\n\n"Stop it stop it stop it stop fucking me with yo<span style="color:#f562ed;">ur wonderful perfect cock that I love Darling</span> no I don't no I don't NO I DON'T! I don't I don't I don't even like guys I like girls!" she yowls, in what you're not sure is an admission or just extreme denial of her growing desire to submissively please men. "I like girls, I like tits, I like pussies, I like <span style="color:#f562ed;">big hard throbbing cocks like Darling's because it's my duty to service them</span> no no no no no no I hate guys I hate them I hate men I <span style="color:#f562ed;">live to serve I exist to serve I was born to serve</span> that's a lie that's a lie I don't want to <span style="color:#f562ed;">take my rightful place as subservient to anything with a cock</span> noooooo!"\n\nBut despite her fierce resistance, the bouts of dreamy, pleasant submissive fantasy are becoming more and more common. You can tell she's right on the point of giving in, so you speed up her thrusts, fucking her constantly quivering pussy faster and faster, bringing yourself closer. "No no no no no no no noooo<span style="color:#f562ed;">thank you, Darling</span>," she announces serenely as you dump your load into her pussy, which squeezes so tightly around you just before that you could tell the last thing she did before losing her fight was cum one last time as herself from being fucked, since just after the shocks cease and the bars and restraints retreat. You slide out of her, your cum still dripping from her pussy as she gets to her feet and adopts the same hands-clasped-in-front position as Kasumi despite her nudity, bowing slightly to you. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Hello, Darling, how may I be of service?</span>"\n\n"First of all, get dressed," you answer, spawning and handing over her new 'uniform'. "And then, well..."\n\nShortly thereafter Nabiki, Akane, and Kasumi are all kneeling in front of you, Akane bobbing her head semi-mechanically over your shaft and slurping at it dutifully with her tongue, while Nabiki and Kasumi each suck one of your balls, their own tongues working your orbs worshipfully, all three of them staring up with the same expression of mindless reverence. You assume Ranma has the same look on her face but can't see, since her tongue is stuffed up your ass, her face pressed between your toned cheeks as she swirls it around and shamelessly licks your hole, all four of them making low, muffled "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Mm</span>"s and "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Oo</span>"s of enjoyment as they service you. You rest a hand each on Nabiki and Kasumi's head, going from left to right and gazing in each sister's eyes, seeing not a single glimmer of sentience there, just that dull gleam of mindless worship. Oh yes... yeah, you definitely need, oh... a few million of these. What's the population of Tokyo? Heck, depending on how thorough this sim is... \n\nOkay, getting a little ahead of yourself. For now, you should enjoy your quartet of mindless wife-slaves, each of them ordered to be constantly on the brink of orgasm but never able to cum. That, and pondering your next target...\n\n<hr>\n[[... another influential girl.|RanChair]]\n\n[[... a politician.|RanChair]]

"Hey, Ranma, you can't just go right to fucking, y'know? A proper girl gives a guy some attention before she gets fucked," you say teasingly, even as you start pushing down the front of your pants.\n\n"I ain't a-!" Ranma starts to blurt out with a bit of her usual fire, only to cut off as your enhanced cock and balls spill free, wobbling a bit in front of you from partial hardness. Her eyes glaze further as she stares at it, and then without another word she squats down on the balls of her feet, knees spread wide and showing off that literally dripping pussy as she leans in a bit. One hand comes up to start stroking your shaft, the other tucking between her legs and pushing two fingers into herself as she leans her head in, sliding her mouth over the tip and starting to lick and suck without much skill, but growing enthusiasm, actually starting to moan softly as she feels you getting harder in her hand and pressing further into her mouth.\n\nSoon your cock is nice and stiff, her hand hot as it strokes faster along its length, her enthusiasm reaching greater heights as she moans around you, bobbing her head faster, spit dribbling down the sides of her chin as she stuffs your cock in her mouth. She briefly stops fingering herself and stroking you to rip her shirt open in front, latches popping and tits wobbling as she wiggles her way out of it. The fat orbs continue to jiggle and sway gently as she returns to stroking you with one hand and fingering herself with the other, taking more and more of your shaft down her throat without any apparent problem, her hand occasionally bumping up against her own lips.\n\nOnce she has to move her hand away so that she can swallow you all the way down, her nose pressing to your crotch and her chin rubbing your balls, you decide to get a little proactive, though. Grabbing the sides of her head, you start fucking her mouth, making sure your balls slap against that cute chin and her throat stays bulged up with your shaft, using the cute and currently very female martial artist's face like a masturbation sleeve. Ranma, for all her usual bluster and masculinity, rolls her eyes to stare up at you almost worshipfully as you start facefucking her... you can practically see the little hearts in her eyes as she tucks both hands between her legs to frig herself with, her arms pressing her tits together and making them look even bigger and more prominent.\n\nFinally, after a good long time of facefucking the masculinity-obsessed genderflipper, you give a groan and pull out, moving a hand to stroke yourself off as you start painting her face and tits with a copious load, long streamers of thick, milky white flying out to splatter across her tongue as she opens her mouth and juts her tongue out. She pants heavily, shuddering and mewling, and you suspect she's having a small orgasm from a combination of her own fingering and the sensation of being cum all over, the aphrodisiac keeping her skin flushed and her nipples diamond hard, a puddle of arousal having grown on the floor around her bare toes where she's crouched. "Fuck me... fuck me..." she pleads, seeming barely able to concentrate enough to get even those words out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright~.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Not just yet.|RanDeb]]

After making all these decisions, why not get right to the fun? Well, maybe <i>one</i> more decision, you think with a smirk as you manifest the potion as a 'mote' and fling the flickering little light towards Ranma. Her body glows briefly before it fades away, and you minimize the menu to resume the sim.\n\n"Ah?!" Ranma suddenly yelps, her hands pressing between her legs and knees clamping together as she shudders all over. Instantly her nipples start trying to drill holes in the thin silk of her top as she shudders, panting and breathing hard as her face flushes and her skin starts to glisten slightly with sweat. "What... what's happening... what's happening, I'm so fuckin' hot, I'm so fuckin' wet," she moans, her voice turning needy and sensual and deeply feminine in a way that would no doubt be deeply embarrassing to her if her brain wasn't busy fogging with desire. \n\n"Gee, Ranma, what's up? You look kinda, y'know... horny?" you ask in an amused, innocent tone, tilting your head as you look at her.\n\n"H-horny... yeah... so fuckin' horny," she moans out, eyes rolling just a little as she starts rubbing her fingers against her pussy even harder through her pants... which she then just as quickly and shamelessly sheds, dropping them to the floor and starting to rub her sodden cunt directly as she pants. "You... you gotta fuck me, Eric," she pleads, looking at you with lust-glazed blue eyes. "Please, fuck me, fuck me!" she whines, shaking her ass a bit as she pleads.\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay~!"|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Hey, gotta have some leadup."|RanDeb16x2]]

Hm, 'permanently pleasant and obedient' sounds good! Grinning, you tap the selection, watching as Ranma gives a little jump as a pair of metal rods swing out from the back of the chair and position themselves to either side of her head, about a half an inch of space between them and her.\n\n"Huh?! What the heck are theEEEE-NNH-NNH-NNH!" Little arcs of visible electricity play between the rods and Ranma's scalp, her eyes going wide as it starts. They're apparently not <i>too</i> powerful. She's more twitching and shuddering than any sort of violent spasms. In fact she apparently still has the presence of mind to talk. "W-what's happening?! Feels... feels weird, feels... nnnh, why'm I feelin' so submissive, why do I wanna obey, why do I want to be <span style="color:#f562ed;">a good little wife and take care of y</span>hhhno! No, gotta, gotta fight it, gotta fight <span style="color:#f562ed;">wanting to cook and clean and service your cock</span>," she continues, her voice going breathy and soft towards the end, eyes rolling slightly.\n\nYou watch as she fights back from it and spouts a few more words of resistance, asserting she'll get you for this, before it once again gradually becomes about how she'll be a good girl and take care of the house as well as your sexual needs, each time the defiance seeming weaker and the pledges more light and airy. To be honest it's making you pretty damn hard watching her gradually lose the fight against becoming your own personal wife-slave.\n\nEventually she stops talking entirely, her body relaxing and her expression becoming a bright, sunny smile as she simply lays there in the Chair, even as the tiny play of electricity goes on above her ears, seemingly now actually enjoying her programming. Soon after, the miniature lightning stops, and the rods swing back around and retract, the restraints releasing. You'd guess it took about ten minutes in all... wonder if that's necessary or just for you to be able to enjoy the process? Hmmmm...\n\nEither way, Ranma is rising from the Chair and moving to stand in front of you, lightly clasping her hands in front of herself in Very Proper Lady fashion. Her smile is sunny and bright, but her eyes are rather glassy and empty. "Hello, Darling," she says, her tone breezy and devoid of any deeper inflection. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Hello, Darling, how may I be of service?</span>"\n\n"Hmmm... how about you ditch the clothes, then get on your knees and suck me off?" you answer, doing your best to sound boorish and rude.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Of course, Darling, anything you say,</span>" Ranma replies airily, without hesitation reaching up to quickly undo the clasps of her shirt and let it drop to the ground, bare breasts wobbling as she reaches to push down her pants and boxers, letting them drop to the floor. Again without hesitation she kneels in front of you, with that same bright, empty smile turned towards your face as she reaches out and pulls down the front of your own pants.\n\nJust as your own hard cock is springing free, you hear a soft clatter from the hall outside. Huh, what was that?\n\n<hr>\n[[Check it out.|RanChair1x2]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|RanChair]]

Better investigate. "Ranma, go see what that noise in the hall was instead."\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Certainly, Darling, anything you say,</span>" Ranma answers, instantly shifting gears and standing up to trot naked to the door, boobs jiggling merrily the whole way. You tuck yourself away again as she cheerfully reports, as if she hadn't a care in the world, "<span style="color:#f562ed;">It looks like Nabiki's camera, Darling.</span>"\n\nOop. Well, even if she can't actually stop you, best nip that in the bud before she manages to cut off some other avenue of fun. "Well go get Nabiki and bring her back here. And try to keep her from alerting the whole house."\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling, of course.</span>" Ranma instantly zips off down the hallway without so much as a glance in the direction of her clothes. You stroll over to pick up the dropped camera, and as you do you hear a yelp from downstairs. Smirking, you make your way back over to stand near the chair again, clicking through the digital camera's memory. Looks like Nabiki started taking pictures sometime during Ranma's stint in the chair, and the last one is of her freeing your dick, although it's blurry. Seeing Ranma actually willing to go through with it must have been what shocked her. You glance up as the beaming, naked redhead makes her way back in, this time forcing Nabiki ahead of her, the brown-haired girl wearing a tight turquoise T-shirt and denim shorts. Ranma's using one hand to hold one of Nabiki's arms twisted up behind her back, and the other over her mouth, muffling her sounds of outrage.\n\n"That's good, just bring her over here and put her on her knees in front of me."\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling, certainly.</span>" Ranma forces Nabiki forward, then shoves her down and holds her in place. You take a moment to head over and close the door, then activate the menu's privacy effect on the room before returning to your earlier spot. Don't need any more interruptions.\n\n"You can let her talk, just keep her in place."\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling.</span>" Ranma shifts her hands to Nabiki's shoulders, apparently using enough force that the far less martially inclined girl can only squirm a bit in place.\n\n"What the hell is that thing, and what did you do to Ranma?!" Nabiki demands. "I thought you were just playing around at first, but she was actually going to suck your dick! And now... how did you do this?!"\n\n"Eh, that's not really important," you declare, waving off her demands as inconsequential, obviously further angering her (as you meant to). "What's important is what happens next. Ranma?"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling?</span>" the redhead answers dreamily.\n\n<hr>\n[["Put her in the Chair."|RanChair1x3]]\n\n[["Hold her down."|RanChair]]\n\n[["Kill her."|RanChair]]

"What?!" Nabiki yelps, even as Ranma's cheerfully acknowledging with a "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling!</span>" and hauling the middle sister to her feet. "Hey, no, don't put me in that thing!" Nabiki screams, kicking and struggling as the redhead starts pushing her towards the device. "Ranma! Ranma, snap out of it, you can't do this! Think of Akane, what she'd think!" At Ranma's failure to do so much as change her expression, Nabiki looks at you, desperation all over her face as Ranma turns her around in preparation for shoving her. "Eric, come on, you can't be serious, <i>please</i>!"\n\n"Ranma, wait," you call in a soft voice, as if having suddenly reconsidered.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling,</span>" Ranma answers, immediately stopping in place.\n\nRelief washes over Nabiki's face, enough to make her sag in Ranma's grip... then her eyes widen as you step forward and quickly undo her shorts, yanking them and her panties off at the same time, removing them and tossing them aside in one swift stroke. "Okay, now put her in," you add, Nabiki squawking in a mixture of fear and outrage as she's shoved into the Chair, the restraints activating and hauling her into place the moment her bare ass touches the metal seat.\n\n"Dammit, let me go! What are you doing?!" Nabiki snarls, though her bravado is starting to crack more and more, fear leaking through in her voice.\n\n"Why don't you tell her, Ranma?" you suggest with a grin as you move over to the selection screen.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Oh it's wonderful, Nabiki,</span>" the redhead immediately speaks up in that dreamy tone of hers, having once again assumed the proper lady stance with hands clasped, though of course now it means her arms are pressing her bare tits together. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Gradually all the silly, unnecessary things like thoughts, feelings, personality, they all just melt away, and you start to understand that your only purpose is to keep house and pleasure cocks. You're free from all that nonsense like thinking or believing you're a person, and can devote your entire existence to serving men, especially Darling. And it just feels good all the time, because you know you're fulfilling the purpose you exist for.</span>"\n\n"... No," Nabiki breathes in absolute terror, her eyes going wide as the rods snap around from the back of the chair and into place. "No! No, NOOOOOO!" she wails as the machine starts up, the little arcs of electricity playing over the sides of her head, her body spasming hard in what you're pretty sure is more abject fear than actual sensation. "No, no, never! Never, I'll never break, FUCK YOU!" she spits at you, although you notice her voice shudder and her bare hips twitch in a distinctly lewd fashion as she says it. "I'm Nabiki Tendo! I'm no one's good little wife! I want money, and power, and to <span style="color:#f562ed;">scrub the floors, and cook dinner, and have your bab</span>NOOO! Fuck, fuck, no, never, never, I'll never give in, I'll never <span style="color:#f562ed;">be a good little wife and pleasure you however you like whenever you like</span> STOP no no no!"\n\n"Mmm, you say that, but isn't your pussy getting awfully wet, thinking of being a good little mindless wife-drone?" you coo smugly at her, slipping a hand between her twitching thighs to stroke over the hot, slick folds of her sex as she twists and bucks in the restraints.\n\n"Noooo, no it's a lie, d-don't <span style="color:#f562ed;">touch me Darling however you like</span> nnnnh! No, no, I'm the most powerful girl in school, I can make anyone do anything! I don't <span style="color:#f562ed;">scrub the floors, wash the windows, make dinner, pleasure Darling's cock while he eats</span>..."\n\nIf anything Nabiki puts up an even stronger fight than Ranma did, perhaps because she was forewarned of what was coming and braced herself going in. But as the minutes drag on and you continue to toy with her steadily more wet and trembling pussy, more and more of her protests melt into that same airy, vaguely pleasant tone that Ranma now constantly speaks in, making near-reverant utterances about being a good little domestic slave and obedient slave-wife. In the end she too winds up sitting relaxed in the chair, blank eyes staring dreamily forward as that sunny smile curls her lips and settles in permanently. You slide your fingers out of her as the rods retract back into the chair, allowing her to stand up and move to settle in beside Ranma. "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Hello, Darling, how may I be of service?</span>"\n\n"Ditch the shirt, then you and Ranma get to work using your mouths on my prick," you announce, this time pushing your own pants and underwear down and off, allowing your enhanced cock to jut towards both of them.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling,</span>" Nabiki replies breezily, lifting her shirt off and allowing her tits to drop free.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling,</span>" Ranma says in the exact same tone and delivery, already sinking to her knees again.\n\nSoon the two of them are going over your cock in a way that's... well, you could at least call it 'reverent' if not actually 'creative', not that you actually care too much since it's still two sets of lips and two tongues dilligently giving you oral attention. Even the small noises of "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Mm</span>" and "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Ooo</span>" of apparent enjoyment and adoration the two give are virtually identical in delivery... buuut who really cares, huh? Grinning, you rest a hand on each of them's head as they look up at you with those glassy eyes, Ranma sliding her mouth and tongue up and down the side of your shaft while Nabiki sucks one of your balls into her mouth, neither of them displaying the slightest hint of shame at double-blowing a guy in the middle of the afternoon.\n\nAfter awhile you order them down onto all fours, the two of them settling side-by-side, asses uplifted and dripping pussies offered for your use. You settle in behind Ranma and grip her hips, then thrust forward into her pussy, burying yourself balls-deep in a single thrust and earning a soft, almost recorded-seeming "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Mm!</span>" in response. But once you begin fucking her, there's not another sound... she just stares straight ahead, smiling pleasantly as you slam your cock into her previously virgin pussy hard and fast, her expression identical to Nabiki's as the other girl patiently waits in the same position next to her. "Mmm, are you gonna cum from getting fucked, Ranma?" you ask, almost more curious than anything else as you give her ass a slap and get a reflexive "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Mm!</span>" that sounds identical to the last one.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Do you want me to cum, Darling?</span>" she asks in reply, in the exact same tone as any of her previous questions or acknowledgements, apparently as eager to leave such a decision up to you as anything else.\n\n"Mmmm... nah," you decide, smirking and starting to yank her back against your thrusts even harder, finding yourself getting off more and more on her unwavering smile despite you fucking her hard enough to make her tits bounce underneath her. "In fact, never cum again, you dumb cunt! You should get right up to the edge the moment I touch you, but I forbid you to ever orgasm!"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling, whatever you say.<span style="color:#f562ed;">" And indeed, despite the change of inflection, you can feel Ranma's pussy immediately grow far wetter, enough that there's a slight splash with your every thrust, the tight little passage constantly quivering and squeezing around you.\n\n"Mmmf, yeah, that's the stuff. That goes for you too, Nabiki you worthless fucktoy, you understand?"\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">Yes, Darling, whatever you say,</span>" Nabiki answers dreamily, eyes not wavering from the wall in front of her as Ranma's fucked beside her.\n\nEventually you let out a grunt and spill your first load deep into Ranma's pussy, her glazed, empty eyes unblinking as you pump gush after gush of hot cum deep inside her. You pull out and give yourself a few strokes, finding you're just as hard as ever, now just thoroughly dripping with the redhead's constant, and now forever unculminated arousal. Grinning, you shift to the side and raise up some, Nabiki giving a pleasant and perfunctory "<span style="color:#f562ed;">Mmf</i>" as you push into her ass, then start fucking her just as roughly as you did Ranma, your balls slapping against her empty and forever on the edge of climaxing pussy. You lean forward, roughly kneading her breasts, pinching and yanking at her nipples cruelly and not so much as causing a twitch in her smiling mouth. "What do you think of being nothing but a house servant and a cum dumpster, Nabiki?" you croon in her ear as you give the side of one of her breasts a firm slap.\n\n"<span style="color:#f562ed;">I'm so very fulfilled, Darling, thank you so much for showing me my place,</span>" she answers happily, smiling at the wall as you start fucking her ass even harder, knowing she'll enjoy it even as she's forbidden to cum from it. You do wonder if the actual Nabiki is still aware in there, or if she's been erased to create this bland, pleasant flesh robot with her face. ... Eh, who cares!\n\nOnce you've given Nabiki's ass a good stretching and poured another load into it, you order the two of them to clean your cock with their tongues while you consider your next move. Let's see... you certainly wouldn't mind having more Stepford Waifus, considering how much fun it's turned out to be having two. The question is how best to go about that...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take out the other guys first.|RanChair]]\n\n[[Make the strongest waifus first.|RanChair]]\n\n[[Convert the most influential waifus first.|RanChair1x4]]

Swinging your arms through a casting motion and channeling your energy, you leap forward and thrust out your hands... nothing. You pale as you suddenly remember that all your materia inexplicably disappeared when Cloud fell from the catwalk when the reactor blew up. You don't have time to berate yourself as your pointless motion has given the massive beast time to grab you, wrapping its meaty hand around your middle and lifting you into the air. You yelp as it swings you around, catching sight of Cloud hastily checking a swing of his sword to avoid hitting you as the beast's fist slams into him. The impact sends him flying and knocks the breath out of you, leaving you somewhat limp in the beast's fist, your arms resting atop its fingers in a feeble effort to keep yourself steady.\n\nYou hear a rushing noise and turn your head, spotting Aeris going through her own casting motions and then blasting the enemy... with a bolt of lightning. Dammit, she's got your materia! Of course you're distracted from your resentment of that as the beast roars in anger, and then the electricity passes through <i>you</i> as well, making you yelp loudly again. Aerith winces at the sight of your legs twitching, and that's apparently all the distraction the thing needs to grab her up as well, its free hand snatching her off the ground. The beast gives you both a quick shaking, presumably to disorient you and take the fight out of you, since that's exactly what happens.\n\nBringing its fists in close to its face, it snorts a few times, apparently getting a whiff of its captives. You wince at the smell of its breath, then glance downwards... and stare at its rather visible reaction to your and Aerith's smell. Its cock is like a massive tube, covered in bumps and veins, mottled bright pink and blue with splotches of purple, the head short, wide, and rather blunt. It also just keeps getting bigger and bigger, until it's easily larger than you are, looking enormous and out of place even on a beast as big as this one. You glance fretfully across at Aerith, who's giving you a similarly freaked-out expression. Both of you look around for Cloud, and give simultaneous groans at the sight of him sprawled unconscious on his back, face barely above water.\n\nYou yelp and struggle as the beast lifts you upward, then abruptly go still in fright as it brings you towards one of those sharp, ugly horns on its back. But rather than impaling you, it runs the front of your body along the tip, slicing through your clothing, your breasts spilling free of your top, your pussy bared amidst the sliced-open curve of your skirt and tatters of your panties. Aerith seems to be in the same state, but neither of you are given time to blush or feel embarrassed before it lowers you again. Squashing you against the top of its massive member and Aerith against the bottom as if the two of you were slices of bread on a mutant sausage sandwich, it grunts and begins rubbing you both against its member, using your bodies as a masturbation aid.\n\nSquirming, you do your best to try and break free of the monster's grip, but all your struggling does is cause your tits to rub against the surface of its grotesque prick even more, your arms and legs stroking against the sides of it, your flailing bare limbs bumping against Aerith's as she similarly flails and struggles below. What's worse, you can feel your pussy being rubbed against the surface, those bumps and veins stimulating your clit. As shameful as it is, your body starts to become highly aroused, your cunt leaving smears of wetness on the mottled skin, your stiff nipples dragging along the skin. Also, something about the smell of it... the stench is <i>awful</i>, even worse than the sewers themselves were, but it feels like it's going up your nose and wrapping around your brain, taking all your senses captive.\n\nSoon you're panting and gasping eagerly, working your hips down against the beast's cock every time it rubs you forward, and thrusting yourself backwards so that you can feel your ass slap against its fuzzy hips every time it pulls you back. You feel jealous of Aerith, since she must get to feel its balls swing forward and slap against her, but nevertheless you join hands with her, both of you clenching arms and legs tight in an effort to get your mutant lover off. Eventually the thing lets out another bellow and starts blowing a loud of stinking, slimy yellow cum all over the place, plenty of it getting all over you and Aerith besides. The two of you moan and writhe ecstatically as the ooze starts dissolving your clothing, hugging eagerly to the beast's dick, enough that it can leave you both clinging to it and knuckle-walk back into its pen... but only after bringing one fist down on the unconscious Cloud with a loud squelching noise. Neither you or Aerith notice or care, too busy squirming and wiggling your cum-drenched bodies against the massive dick sandwiched between you.\n\nSorry, Sector 7... looks like you won't be getting there after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FFTL3xEnd]]

"I would like to live a little longer, Mistress, please give me as a gift to your sister," you drone back.\n\n"Ohhhh fiiiiiine," Mistress Ame says. "I suppose for Sasha's sake I won't destroy you for declining the honor of being my disposable sex sleeve," she adds, reaching up to lightly tap your forehead, instantly causing the entire world to go away.\n\nWhen you come to, you abruptly realize everything that happened to you, starting to panic in the darkness around you and beginning to sit up, only for a pair of soft, cool, strong hands to push you down. Then there's a similarly soft, cool body pressing on top of yours, making you shiver, for just a moment overwhelmed by the mingling of excitement and fear as soft breasts press to your chest, a hard cock rubs against your soft one, and your wrists are taken and firmly pressed to the pillows above your head. You squirm beneath your unseen captor, for all the good it does you, your body starting to react despite all better sense, your cock stiffening up against the one pressing against it, clearly outmatched even just from the feel (though not so completely as Ame, so it can't be her, even if the breasts on your chest weren't obviously smaller). "No, stop, ple-" you start to plead as you feel more than see something drawing in close to your head and neck, something soft and almost ticklish brushing along the skin of your face and neck.\n\nYou gasp loudly as you feel something penetrate your neck, for a single moment just a flash of pain before it turns to pleasure. You can't even really understand how it feels so good, it's not like anything you've ever felt before, it's like there's just concentrated pleasure right at your neck where you're being bitten that spreads out further and further until it covers your whole body. It's like your nerves are lit up with good sensations without any one part of you actually being stimulated. Your writhing takes on a different tone, a light bucking and twisting of your body as you're forced to enjoy being pinned, dominated, bitten, your whole brain telling you that you love every moment of all of it even as you're violated with the unseen fiend's mouth. You can feel a slightly cool but still wet tongue flicking against your skin around where you're being bitten, penetrated, and every lick just seems to stoke the pleasure higher until you're letting out a low mewl and cumming, the sense of climax from your cock twitching and spurting your load all over your belly and smearing some against your assailant's cock.\n\nAfter a few moments the unseen person pinning you rises and swings off to the side and you're left laying there, panting and gulping, trying to catch your breath and get your senses back. Gradually the complete darkness starts to lighten, bit by bit, until you can see vague outlines of the bed's canopy, the person lounging on the bed beside you, and that there's other furniture in the room. Finally things are light enough that it counts as merely 'dim', though you can't actually see where the light is coming from... but you can make out your apparent assailant, captor, whatever she is. She looks like she's probably twenty or so, with long, straight hair that you think might be some shade of purple, though it's hard to tell in the low light. She seems very pale, too, her face very pretty, her whole body having that sort of simultaneously curved but sleek look that's all smooth lines in round angles. She's definitely well-endowed in the chest, although nowhere near as much as Ame... probably more an E or an EE cup rather than those basketball+ sized globes. A glance down shows that, well, she's not as well-endowed as Ame down there either, her cock only being of 'porn star' proportions rather than 'equine'.\n\n"Y-you're... Sasha?" you squeak, drawing back a bit on the bed.\n\n"Mm, it really should be 'Mistress Sasha', but I don't stand on formality too much," she replies with a grin, nevertheless showing off her fangs as she does. "I figure you'll call me Mistress on your own eventually, if things go well."\n\n"Things... go well?" Your hand goes to the side of your neck where she bit you, feeling a sort of twinge that's a mixture of pain and pleasure as your fingers make contact. "What... what did you do to me?"\n\n"I've bound you to me. You're... well, you're a variety of <i>ghoul</i> now, let's say," she says with a giggle as she sits up on her knees and then back on her heels, gesturing with her hands. "You're still alive in most ways, but your aging has been slowed to the point of halting and you won't die unless you're killed. You can still eat and drink, of course, and I do think we need a little more meat on your bones, but your real nourishment, what you need to live, will come from me."\n\n"You... you mean..." You swallow hard. "Your blood?"\n\n"No, no, don't be silly!" Sasha says with a giggle. Smirking, she leans back on her hands and lifts her hips, angling her stiff prick towards you. "I mean my cum. You'll have to have my cum if you want to live, pet, though luckily it will be fine no matter where you get it. Now, why don't you get off to a good start by sucking out your first meal, hm?"\n\nYou stare at her, then stare down at her offered cock. Despite much of you rebelling at the idea of sucking dick, there is a part of you that almost instantly urges you to do so with a deep sense of... hunger, thirst, neither quite fit, more just a deep wanting <i>need</i>. And yet from that you somehow know that if you give in now, you'll never <i>really</i> be able to resist her again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck her.|HHHVP]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HHHVP]]

You start to answer her, then pause. Wait, what if you made friends with her here and now? It's definitely jumping the story ahead some, but what if that would allow you to change how it goes further on? Deciding it's worth a shot, you take a quick glance around, then step closer. "Look, I know who you are, Aerith." As her eyes widen, you smile and hold up a hand. "It's okay, I'm not with the Turks. In fact I had a similar experience to you... only I wasn't as great at getting away, until after."\n\n"What? Really?" She puts a hand to her mouth. "You mean... they caught you, and-"\n\n"Yeah, it wasn't much fun. But that's why I want to make sure they don't do it to anyone else. It's pretty dangerous around here right now, so I'll guard you on the way home, okay?" You offer your hand, making sure to keep your smile gentle as she hesitates. "I promise I'm not trying to trick you. I want you to stay safe, honest."\n\nApparently she believes you, since she puts her hand in yours and starts leading the way through the streets. "Where should we go, then?" she asks, glancing over at you.\n\nYou consider. There's her house, obviously, which is a pretty nice place, especially in this dark, dank little slum. Or there's the church where she spends a lot of time, apparently, you could try hiding out there. Or you could buck the storyline entirely and see what happens if you get Aerith out of Midgar entirely before she gets wrapped up in everything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her home.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Take her to the church.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Leave Midgar.|FF7F]]

You shrug. Not knowing what the signs even mean, you may as well just pick a path. Setting off down the path, you're soon walking amidst various animal pens and pastures. They all have little signs on them reading things like 'Horse', 'Cattle', 'Pigs', and so on, but the weird thing is, they're all empty. There's not a single animal in sight. You scratch your head a little bit, wondering if you came to a new part of the farm that isn't actually being used yet. Shrugging, you turn around and start to head back the way you came, only to thump solidly into another person.\n\nBoth of you step back, looking an odd mixture of indignant and apologetic. She's a girl, about your own age, similarly thin build and similar clothes, even... and in a similar state of looking like they've been worn for almost a week straight. Her black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, lightly tan skin framing green eyes. She's probably be really cute if she didn't look somewhat ragged (not that you're at your best).\n\n"... Looking for a job?" you venture a bit warily.\n\n"... Yeah," she admits after a moment, obviously sizing you up as in a similar situation. Tentatively, she offers her hand. "Sandy."\n\n"Eric." You shake her hand briefly, then glance around again. "There's not even animals, I don't think they're even using this part."\n\n"I saw automatic doors leading to barns, maybe some of the animals are inside and just don't wanna come out," Sandy answers, doing another look around herself. "You know, if they've got those, maybe there's an electronic call box near one of the animal areas we can use to call someone and ask directions."\n\n"Hey, good idea." You ponder which animal pen that you can see would be most likely to have such a system.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pigpen.|RunFarm2M]]\n\n[[Cow pasture.|RunFarm2M]]\n\n[[Horse pasture.|RunFarm2M]]\n\n[[Dog kennel.|RunFarm2M4x1]]

Hm, nah, for now stay as you are. (And honestly if she does like girls, bonus.) You walk over to her door and knock politely, and after a moment it opens. Akane is eyeing you with an expression that says she hasn't quite decided whether to be annoyed at being interrupted or not, but is sort of leaning that way as her default. Her shortish black hair is a little rumpled as if she'd been lolling about a bit in bed, though her outfit is fairly cute, a sleeveless white shirt hugged up against her chest (which actually is impessive, must be OVA sizes), and a turquoise skirt that falls to mid-thigh as well as white thighhighs. A kinda cute, girly look for the definitive anime tomboy, but then you guess it was usually Ranma playing that part up to get her goat.\n\n"What do you want, Eric?" she asks in a vaguely annoyed tone. At least she hasn't instantly gotten angry about it like she probably would have if it were Ranma.\n\n"I just thought I'd come by and hang out," you reply breezily, smiling at her. "That okay?"\n\nShe looks dubious, but perhaps even being nice and seeking entry to her room counts as enough 'seduction' that the tattoo helps you out, because after a moment she shrugs and steps back, allowing you to come in. Her room is pretty normal, with a western-style bed and desk, and again surprisingly tidy for the tomboy stereotype. She glances at you a bit suspiciously again as you close the door after coming in, but then just shrugs. "So what, isn't hanging out with your idiot cousin entertaining?"\n\n"Oh, you know Ranma, he's busy-" you declare breezily before deliberately blanking your gaze and making a sort of 'fly away' gesture to indicate brainless zoning out. Akane gives a snort and a nod to show she understands.\n\nAfter a moment she folds her arms under her chest, just eyeing you. Apparently she's not going to suggest anything to do. Well, that's fine, you're gonna make a move anyway, you just need to decide what move to make.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sweet and seductive.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Forceful and dominating.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Just show her your dick.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Eh just fuckin' rape her.|RanTat]]

You make the changes, and grin as Shampoo's chest subtly but visibly enlarges and the pants part of her outfit disappears, leaving just the front and back flaps of her top to cover her (and with those coming only about a half inch below her hips). As you release the stasis, her smile turns a bit more sultry, red-purple eyes glimmering warmly as she sashays over towards you. "Is nice you come and visit, Shampoo getting a bit lonely," she purrs, winking at you as she comes to stand in front of you. "Shampoo get you anything?"\n\nYou can't help but grin at the change, interested to see what her reaction will be to certain requests. Shampoo already wasn't the most inhibited sort. "Yeah, how about a blowjob, Shamps?"\n\n"Hmmm." She puts a fingertip to her lower lip and glances briefly at the door. "Well, not really open for lunch for a little bit, so okay." Without another moment's hesitation she squats down, knees swinging apart as she balances on the balls of her feet, the bottom flaps of her qipao riding up to bare sleek, snug, and rather scanty purple panties hugging her pussy. You stare down at her as she reaches forward to pull the front of your pants down, your already half-hard cock flopping free. Shampoo gives a little coo as she wraps a hand around it and strokes, glancing up at you with a sultry smile. "Is such a nice one, Shampoo would love to suck on this any time."\n\nPutting action to word, she leans forward and gives a sweet little kiss to the very tip of your cock before slipping the head between her lips, eyes sinking closed as she starts sucking lightly and rolling her tongue around it. You moan as she slurps and sucks softly on you, drawing her soft lips back about halfway along the head before sliding forward and taking an inch of your shaft into her mouth as well. You glance around at the empty restaurant briefly, knowing that no one's around... but the door is unlocked, and this is an entirely public place. And yet there she is, showing off her pantied pussy as she sucks your cock without a care in the world... in fact to judge from the way she's moaning softly around it, she's enjoying every moment of sucking you off on the seating floor of her restaurant.\n\nAfter working her way about halfway down your cock, Shampoo pulls back, letting your slick cock slide along her cheek and brush her soft purple hair as she leans in. Her eyes open and roll up to look at you again as she starts licking at your sack, sucking bits of the skin into her mouth as she flicks her tongue over the heavy orbs inside. Then she slides her tongue back up the length of your cock and slips her mouth back over it all the way back to the halfway point, then more slowly pushes all the way forward, her slender throat bulging a bit to show the progress of your shaft down it. You let out a breathless "Fuck!" as she presses her pretty lips around the root of your prick, and she seems to take that as a hint that you're close. Pulling back, she keeps just the head in her mouth, using one hand to pump your shaft and the other to fondle your balls, gently rolling them around in her palm.\n\nYou let out another "Fuck!" before you start spilling into her mouth. Shampoo gives a happy little noise low in her throat as she swallows every drop. She sucks on you gently once you've shot the last of your load, keeping her lips tight as she sucks her way off of the tip, apparently wanting to make sure she doesn't leave any smears before she pulls back, cheerfully tugging your pants back up into place as she stands. "There you go! Now, Shampoo need to get ready for lunch rush, okay?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her.|RanPP4x6]]\n\n[[Convince her to keep it closed and fuck you instead.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Convince her to put herself on the menu.|RanPP]]

"I'll go see Shampoo, so you go see Ukyo," you decide after considering for a moment. Purple hair and bigger boobs are kind of hard to turn down.\n\n"Sure thing, buddy! I'll seeya later!" Ranma gives you a thumbs-up, then trots into Ucchan's, his thoughts no doubt full of free okonomiyaki. \n\nYou touch the amulet around your neck, noticing the slight change as the world around you freezes, and a menu with a list of character names pops up. You select Ranma and Ukyo, spending a minute doing a little tweaking here and there, until you're fairly certain Ukyo will ask Ranma to go upstairs and spend the rest of the day fucking, and that he'll accept. You are like, the best wingman ever. You also select Mousse and Cologne and find a switch for 'Disable', which seems to remove them from the simulation temporarily to judge by the way their names go greyed-out on the list. Perfect, no getting interrupted. You consider Shampoo's name on the list, but decide to wait until you're actually in there with her to decide what changes to make.\n\nUnfreezing things, you stroll on into the Nekohanten, the restaurant dotted with tables, though there's a decent open area in the middle (presumably for all the jumping around and inevitable martial arts battles that occur). Shampoo is currently standing near the little bar-type area wiping down the glossy wood top with a cloth. Her long purple hair sways as she hums to herself and shakes her rather enticing butt and hips, the Chinese girl currently wearing pinkish-red Chinese clothes, a three-quarters-sleeved top and pants, as well as slippers. She glances over as you enter, then turns around, giving you a smile and raising a hand. "Hello, husband's cousin!"\n\nShe freezes in place as you touch the amulet. Hm, what to alter her to? Or, you suppose, do you alter her at all? You suppose it's not entirely necessary to do so. Still, if you do, one of the first things that's got to go is her fixation on Ranma, since that would sort of hold back any fun. \n\n<hr>\nRamp up her libido, lower her shame, generalize her eagerness to please. ("[[Slut Shampoo|RanPP4x5]]")\n\nNear-max her libido, nearly remove her shame, minimize self-respect. ("[[Nymphomaniac Shampoo|RanPP]]")\n\nMax her libido, remove her shame, minimize her intellect. ("[[Fuck-animal Shampoo|RanPP]]")\n\nDon't alter her. ("[[Just Shampoo.|RanPP]]")

"Well, better take 'em off and let me hold 'em so they don't get too much wetter," you reply, managing to keep a straight face as you say it.\n\n"Oh, that good idea," Shampoo agrees, quickly hooking her thumbs into the high, thin straps and peeling them down over the broad curve of her hips, slipping them down her legs and bending over to step out of them. Every eye in the restaurant is on her bare pussy shaking back and forth as she lifts her slippered feet out through the panties and passes them to you, the qipao falling back into place as she skips off back to attend to the rest of the customers.\n\nOf course, after that the feeling her up only gets more brazen. Almost everyone focuses on rubbing her bare pussy when she passes or reaching up to squeeze her tits when she stops at a table, pinching her stiff nipples through the silk. And Shampoo still isn't stopping them, instead moaning and wriggling around, if anything encouraging them by telling them how much she enjoys their fingers swirling around inside her pussy while she's refilling drinks.\n\nIt was probably easy enough to predict what would happen. Eventually one of the customers gets so worked up that he leaps from the booth he's sitting in and quickly bends Shampoo over it. He fumbles out his cock and, as if he'd die if he waited a single second, thrusts deep into her sodden bare pussy. There's another of those brief breath-holding moments as everyone wonders if someone's finally gone too far, but it's quickly let out as Shampoo instead starts moaning and bucking her hips eagerly, begging for more like the slut you've turned her into as the horny teenager pounds into her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass hard enough to send ripples through it.\n\nIt doesn't take him long to moan and thrust forward, spurting into Shampoo's pussy, but by then most of the other men have already started moving forward and stripping off bits of clothing or even getting naked. The first two on Shampoo as she straightens up and turns around are a pair of the middle-aged sararimen, pressing up against her sides and fondling at her tits as she moans and wriggles, the first boy's cum dribbling down her thighs. She turns her head to suck on the tongue of one of the older men, kissing him in practically pornographic fashion as the other undoes her qipao, then turning to kiss the other one as the first turns his attention to pulling the garment off, leaving her standing naked in the middle of the restaurant. Both spend a few more moments taking turns at tongue-fucking her mouth while their eager hands squeeze at her tits and ass, before finally they turn her and pull her forward, one stuffing himself into her pussy while the other pushes his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Shampoo moans eagerly and looks up at the one stuffing her throat as they both start fucking her, one of them squeezing her ass until his wedding ring indents the firm flesh, her bare tits swaying heavily underneath her.\n\nYou tug your pants down and fish out your own stiff cock as you watch the building gangbang really get going. For the first few rounds the men are content to leave her bent over where she is, stepping in either behind her or in front of her to fuck her pussy or mouth. In the midst of one of them you hear Shampoo give a happy, if cock-muffled, squeal as the pudgy married man behind her, apparently deciding her pussy is too thoroughly-used at this point, pulls out and stuffs his thick sarariman prick up her ass instead. But eventually the purple-haired girl is pulled down onto the floor to straddle one of the teens, his cock sliding into her pussy, another pressing in behind her to fuck her ass. Shampoo eagerly wraps her lips around the cock of a sarariman, sucking and slurping at him as she looks up at all the naked, horny men looming over her, reaching up to grab two free cocks and eagerly stroking them off.\n\nBut eventually even that position isn't enough to satisfy them. She's pulled up and turned around, and this time it's her ass pushed onto the cock of the man below, while the one moving between her legs pumps into her cum-slathered cunt. A teen grabs the sides of her head and starts fucking her mouth, his balls slapping against her face, while a sarariman straddles her chest and presses her big, fat tits around his cock, his own balls slapping against his collarbone as he fucks her tits, which are soon spattered with cum from the cocks she's stroking off against them.\n\nWhat a scene you've made! Looks like a lot of fun, really...\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|RanPP4x8]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|RanPP]]

You start to open your mouth to suggest something else, then close it. Actually, you're sort of curious what will happen with her altered personality and a roomful of people. Starting to grin at the thought, you nod. "Okay, sure. Could I get a bowl of ramen when you've got time?"\n\n"Well, since Eric was nice enough to let Shampoo suck his cock, Shampoo doesn't see why not," the Chinese girl chirps happily, flouncing off towards the kitchen while you settle down at one of the tables with a good view of the rest of the restaurant.\n\nSoon people start to trickle in, either singly or in large groups, finding seats at the bar or tables. Shampoo is quite busy since she's the only one around today... you feel a little guilty since you're the one who disabled her help, but she seems to be managing anyway. And it doesn't take too long before the customers... mostly boys within a few years of your own age, though there's a handful of older sarariman-types as well... start noticing that Shampoo's even more cheerful and flirty than usual. The very fact that she seems to be <i>deliberately</i> flirting is causing a lot of blushing and staring. The fact that they seem to be allowed to stare all they like without getting reprimanded eventually starts getting noticed too.\n\nAbout half an hour in, perhaps spurred on by dares from his tablemates, one of the boys reaches out and gives Shampoo's ass a quick squeeze while she's standing by their table refilling their water cups. For an instant the entire Nekohanten crowd seems to hold its breath, waiting for the impending storm of violence and the departure of a young soul from this world. ... Instead Shampoo giggles a bit and gives her hips a shimmy, bouncing along to the next table to do refills while everyone stares.\n\nAfter that, more hands reach out to sneak grabs or pinches of Shampoo's ass, some even going for the more blatant grip of sliding under the flap of her qipao to squeeze her practically bare asscheeks. When Shampoo just continues to smile or giggle or even moan at those gropes, the boys and men start getting even more blatant, running their hands over her inner thighs or up to her crotch to rub over those sleek purple panties, making Shampoo wiggle her hips and coo softly, fingers pressing the material of her panties between her pussylips as she sets down drinks, or hands coming up to squeeze and knead at her dangling tits through the thin silk of her qipao as she leans forward to take ramen orders.\n\nEventually she trots back over to you to bring you another bowl of ramen, and you grin at her. "So, having a good day?"\n\n"Oh, is very busy, but Shampoo glad everyone in such a good mood!" she chirps back. "Is only one problem, though," she adds.\n\n"What's that?"\n\nShampoo lifts up the front flap of her qipao, showing that the satin of her panties has become soaked and is clinging to her pussy, clearly outlining the pudgy lips and even the stiff nub of her clit. "Shampoo's panties getting all messed up," she says with a sigh. "Shampoo just enjoying the attention too much!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Better take 'em off then.|RanPP4x7]]\n\n[[Only a little while until things calm down, right?|RanPP]]

"Let's get out of here, see if we can find something to do," you suggest, tilting your head towards the door. "Maybe a cute girl or something, eh?" you add, smirking.\n\n"Well, if you say so, though man if girls aren't usually nothin' but trouble," he adds in a bit of a mutter, even as he hops to his feet. "But yeah let's get the heck out of here before Akane finds an excuse to smack me one today."\n\nThe two of you wander out into the hall and down the stairs, heading in the general direction of the street. "Where should we go, y'think?" you ask, glancing over.\n\n"Well if you really wanna see cute girls the best place to go is over to where [[Ucchan's and the Nekohanten|RanPP4x2]] are," he points out. "Or we could [[head to Furinkan High|RanPP]] and see if any girls are hanging out there. ... I guess if you were reeeally desperate for a cute girl we could [[go to the Kuno place|RanPP]] and see Kodachi," he adds with a wince, before shrugging. "Or just [[wander around town|RanPP]] and see who we run into."\n\nYou nod along with that, then grin a little as you realize at least one cute girl he left out. You're pretty sure [[Ranma's mom|RanPP]] lives across town...

"Tell you what man, let's split up," you suggest, clapping him on the shoulder. "I'll go see one, you go see the other. That way we can keep them both busy and it won't cause any drama."\n\n"Whoa, hey, good thinking," Ranma replies, nodding eagerly. "Now that you mention it, one always does seem to come rushing in right when things are going okay with the other, maybe we can head that off."\n\nYou consider complimenting Ranma on good wingman thinking, but figure he probably wouldn't entirely get it. Instead you nod, "Yeah, just don't mention that the other girl is being occupied either, too."\n\n"..." Ranma has a look of enlightenment come over his face and thumps a fist against his palm. How did he ever survive without you? (Anime physiology, that's how he survived.) "Okay, got it. So which girl are you gonna go see?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ukyo.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanPP4x4]]

"Let's head over to restaurant row," you decide. Ukyo and Shampoo are both pretty cute, right?\n\n"Sure!" Ranma agrees, likely thinking more about the food than the girls, but then you didn't really mess with his libido before, did you? Hm, a thought for the future, depending.\n\nSoon the two of you are standing on the sidewalk outside of the two restaurants... like, literally between them, as whoever did this simulation apparently decided it would be funny to have the two most intense rivals of the series practically share a wall. You have to wonder if some interesting arguments take place between those upstairs windows. \n\n"So which one we heading into, man?" Ranma asks, glancing over at you.\n\nHm. A good question. At this proximity any particularly interesting stuff in one restaurant is likely to attract the other girl over to see what's going on... you could fix that, of course, but it would kind of put a slight damper on things. You suppose that you could go see one girl, and send Ranma to occupy the other, that way you could get one of them to yourself for sure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick together.|RanPP12x1]]\n\n[[Divide and conquer.|RanPP4x3]]

Skooma

You stand up and start to step forward towards the crowd, only to pause. Wait, doesn't this character have the same curse that Ranma does?\n\nSo, you suppose there's more than one way you could join in on this fun...\n\n<hr>\n[[As a guy.|RanPP]]\n\n[[As a girl.|RanPP]]

You lay immobile on the nightstand, waiting. You no longer sleep, nor can your attention really wander... you have nothing to do but contemplate your new existence as a literal cocksleeve.\n\nOf course it's not quite as lonely as Ame made it out to be. You don't have to wait entirely for the next time she feels like using you. Every so often someone will wander in, sometimes families or groups of people. If they notice you sometimes they'll huff and get angry, or point and laugh. But every so often, well. Sometimes it will be a lone teenage boy or even adult man who will spot you and, after several moments of glancing around nervously, will unzip himself and slide your pucker-end over his stiff prick, pumping you fervently along his length while glancing around nervously for any possible interruption, until eventually moaning and filling you with his load, jizz dribbling out of the hole in your head-end.\n\nOther times you'll notice people's eyes glaze over before they almost mechanically move to make use of you. What you think are six or seven guys from some college fraternity laugh and guffaw at the sight of you, until their gazes turn faraway and they all near-simultaneously unzip their pants and fish out their hardening cocks. The first one picks you up and near-mechanically works you over his prick until he gushes inside you, then simply pulls you off and hands you to the next, who immediately pushes his prick into your squishy, textured, cum-smeared inner self. Only once all of them have cum in you three times do they set you back down, dripping white ooze from both ends, and turn to walk off, limp dicks still swaying.\n\nIn another case, a wife and daughter stand nearby, blank-eyed and unreactive, as husband and son strip naked and climb onto the bed with you. Resting on their knees, the adult pushes his cock into you from the pucker-end, until about half the head is poking out of the other end of you. Then his son rubs his own cockhead along his father's, rubbing and pressing until he can force the other end of you open around his length, both cocks sliding against each other, pressed tight against one another. Father and son moan and fuck into you from both ends, toying eith each other's nipples and sucking each other's tongues, while the mother and daughter lift their skirts and slide their hands down the front of their panties in zombie-like masturbation. Once the father and son have sprayed their cum all over each other's crotch and balls, they both get dressed, the glaze clearing from all their eyes, their chatter indicating they don't remember a thing as they turn and walk out.\n\nBut oh how you long for the times when your owner rises from her coffin. Half the time she ignores you as she does, usually to pounce some other luscious target of her desire. But every so often she'll flop back on the bed and, seeming bored, grab you and slide you onto her prick, pumping your eight inch self along her much, much longer cock, the girth stretching you wide enough that your squishy body is stretched almost taut. She uses you, cums on you, cleans you, and sets you aside as if you were really nothing more than a sex toy, even the one time she spoke to you seemingly forgotten. It's as if you were never really a person.\n\nEvery so often you get to watch as your owner turns someone else, male or female, into a futapire like herself. Often the first thing she does after the change is use you on that brand new, throbbing, immense vampire cock while she fucks them, using you as just another tool of her power and domination over her newturned spawn. But you'll never know what it feels like to penetrate, be changed, to hear her speak to you in those sweet coos again. You're now nothing more than an inanimate object for her to use or have used at a whim.\n\nYou couldn't be happier.\n\n<b>Futapire</b> end - <i>Ame's fucksleeve</i>

Your restraint quickly crumbles, and you stop bothering to restrain your moans or the motions of your hips, your arms and legs guiding you in rocking back against Richard's quick, hard thrusts. "Oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck it's so good, I love dog cock, oh fuck yes," you gasp out as you shake your hips like a whore, encouraging the dog on top of you to make you his bitch.\n\nYou'd expect to be smote by Akane for your blatant perversion, but when you gather your wits enough to look over at her, you find that she's stripped naked (save for her fake intellectual glasses) and sitting on the floor, leaned back against the cabinets and furiously working her clit as she watches you getting fucked by the German Shepherd, her legs spread wide to show off her sodden pussy. The sight added to your own submission to the beast trying to mate with you makes you cum for the first time, and it's certainly not the last, your pussy gushing every handful of thrusts as you moan and continue to profess your love for getting fucked by a dog, Akane's hand speeding up every time you say how good canine cock feels, fingers occasionally sliding down to pump into herself. \n\nSoon you can feel something large and swollen slapping against your plump pussylips. You barely have time to wonder what it is before Richard is shoving his knot into you, the plump orb swelling up and locking inside you. Your eyes roll, tongue lolling out as you cum harder than any of the previous times at the feeling of being stretched even wider, filled even more, the hot rush of animal cum inside you making you shudder and twitch. Just as you'd started to come down after that, Richard wiggles and shifts on your back, then twists and manages to slide off of you, turning around to face away and be ass-to-ass with you; the shifts and tugging on his prick have you cumming again, letting out low, gurgling moans at the added, constant pressure on your pussy as your pert ass wiggles and rubs against Richard's furry one.\n\nAkane gets up and moves forward and to your side, and you can feel her tits pressing against your back. Her reflection in the metal refrigerator lets you watch as she leans in, sucking off some of the girlcum soaked into Richard's furry balls. Your formerly prudish fiancee turns her head, and you let out a moan as she starts plying her tongue over your asshole, swirling it around and pressing it inside. You then watch as she turns her head and gives Richard's pucker the same treatment, the dog's wagging tail brushing along the side of her head as she rims him. Once the dog's knot deflates slightly and he manages to pull out, making you have another small, shuddery orgasm as it pops out, Akane snags it around the base with one hand, and slides her mouth over the cum-smeared red rocket, bobbing her head up and down over it a few times.\n\nSoon Akane is the one on all fours with Richard on her back, your fiancee moaning shamelessly as she rocks herself back against his thrusts. "Oh, oh God, oh yes, oh fuck I love his cock, oh fuck!" she cries out, her own somewhat rounder ass shaking as the dog's hips slap against it. \n\nYou slump back against the counter, panting as you watch her getting fucked like you did, feeling the dog's cum dribble out of your pussy as he fucks your intended.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just watch.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Participate as a girl.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Participate as a guy.|FRanX]]

"-a pair of glasses," you say, unable to help rolling your eyes. "So that you can look smart during the museum trip."\n\n"It's not so I can <i>look smart</i>!" Akane huffs, then puts a hand to her chest. "It's so I can see extra details in some of the paintings, if I want."\n\nYou decide to keep up your roll of minding your mouth a bit and don't say anything else, instead just sucking it up and heading to the mall with Akane. The two of you enter a large store that mostly seems to be sunglasses and other fashionable eyewear... yeah, it's totally all about seeing painting details, you think with another roll of the eyes, though you whip your expression back to normal before Akane looks over. Akane begins perusing a row of reading glasses, and tries not to be obvious about gradually edging towards the similar-looking sets with purely cosmetic lenses.\n\nBoredly bouncing on the balls of your feet (and ignoring it as several boys walking by collapse with nosebleeds due to the jiggling that causes in your chest), you glance around. Why did Akane have to ask you to come? All she's doing is occasionally asking if a pair of glasses looks nice, and getting mildly annoyed when you just shrug and say they look alright. \n\nYou glance over a nearby rack. Huh, there's a pair of those perfect '[[smart chick|FRanX]]' glasses that Akane is no doubt looking for... you'd call her attention to them but then she'd have to pretend not to want them since they're on a cosmetic rack. Near them is another pair of sort of snazzy, futuristic-looking silver things with glowing [[Xes|FRanX]] on the sides, those look kind of cool. Or you could just [[stand around being bored|FRanX15x2]] until Akane is done.

Meh, there's no way you could afford anything in here, better not to mess with them. Just your luck that Shampoo would probably land her bike on your face somehow right after you tried on the most expensive pair in the store. So you continue to squirm and fidget and sigh until Akane, apparently as much annoyed with you as she is satisfied with the pair of glasses she's found, punches you in the boob and says the two of you can go.\n\nThe next day, your school group heads to the local museum (after you get splashed by the lady cleaning her walk on your way to work, of course), and you settle in for another long day of being bored. Really, what's a museum got to do with martial arts, which is clearly the only thing that matters? Still you mill through the halls of the building, listening to your generic character design homeroom teacher ramble on and on, until finally you get bored enough to just slip off from the group and head on into one of the rooms by yourself. There's a big banner reading 'Hall of the Strange and Unusual'. ... So there's a display about your life? (Heh.)\n\nYou stop to look at the little sign near the door. Apparently this is a collection of supposedly cursed artifacts (oh boy you just love those). Still at least these are secure behind... velvet ropes. Let's see what it says... [[The Golden Statue of Titania|FRanX15x3]], which is supposed to be a statue of some demon fairy goddess whatever. There's the [[Haunted Lucifer Painting|FRanX30x1]], some painting of the Christian devil done by an artist who supposedly sold his soul for talent, and thus painted Satan himself onto the canvas. And there's a set of figurines... the [[Cow Idol of Plenty|FRanX]], the [[Dragon Idol of Greed|FRanX]], and the... shudder... [[Cat Idol of Virility|FRanX]].\n\nWell, you're here, may as well look at something cool and "forbidden" while the rest of the class is getting a lecture about yet another old painting of fishermen on ricepaper.

Statues can be pretty neat sometimes, anyway. You spot the shine of gold and meander on over towards it, stopping and staring a bit at the sight of the actual statue when you arrive in front of it. It's about seven feet tall, of a gorgeous naked woman, her face sleek and lips full, long molded hair sculpted down her back, horns coming off of her head, and a long tail coming from behind her to touch the ground, presumably to help act as a balance. Part of the staring is that the statue is naked, and very detailed... part of it is that the statue's breasts are enormous! More than twice the size of its head! Man, all that hair on the back must be in part for counterbalance. Shaking your head, you look down at the the little placard that tells the history of it.\n\n"'Scuplted sometime in the fifteenth century, this statue has no formal name, with the term Lady Titania adopted sometime in the seventeenth century'," you read aloud. "The statue, though ahead of its time in technique, came to be viewed as cursed, possibly due to shifting morals for publicly-displayed works of art. It is said, however, that it does in fact house the soul of a demoness, and that if touched directly, she will return to life and cause mischief and possibly destruction'." Sounds like most of the people you know, you muse as you look at the statue again.\n\n"Hey, Ranma, what are you doing over here, the rest of the class is-" Akane says as she walks up. Of course the moment she sees what you're looking at, her face turns bright red, and snapping out "PERVERT!" she punches you hard enough to send you right over the red velvet rope and headfirst into the statue's chest.\n\nYou're expecting a hard <i>clang</i> and possibly knocking the priceless work of art over. Instead you're greeted by the rather more familiar feeling of your face being planted between breasts. Blinking, you quickly yank your head, staring up... at the statue. Except now she's blue with black hair instead of gold, and she's smirking broadly. Yelping, you leap back over the velvet rope to stand next to the stunned Akane again.\n\n"About time someone woke me up, I was getting bored," the demon says with a yawn, showing off sharp white teeth. She sashays forward, immense boobs jiggling with every motion, tail flicking behind her. She stops at the velvet rope, looking both you and Akane up and down. "Oh my, what a pretty redheaded girl, and you've got some nice tits yourself, if I do say."\n\n<hr>\n[["Who the heck are you?!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Hey, I'm not a girl!"|FRanX15x4]]

"Hey, I'm not a girl!" you snap back reflexively, raising your fist in defiance.\n\n"Hm?" The demon squints her yellow eyes at you, then gives a soft 'ah'. "Jusenkyo curse, I see it. And you're not happy about it, being given that sort of beautiful female body? Well that just won't do at all." She points directly at you and says simply, "Cursed."\n\n"What?!" you and Akane both shriek at the same time.\n\n"Yep, I've just cursed you. If you don't go out and get good and thoroughly fucked by a male before the rise of the sun, then a fate of my choosing will befall you," the demoness declares, thumping her hands on her bare hips and making her massive mammaries wobble. "Could be something strange, devious, unknowable. Maybe I'll just strike you dead. Sort of depends on how I feel."\n\n"H-hey, you can't do this!" Akane protests on your behalf, since you're still stunned into silence.\n\n"Can. Did. Maybe come talk to me after, and if you do a good job enjoying being a woman, I'll give you a reward." The demoness turns and wiggles her ass at you a bit before stepping back up onto the small pedestal she was on before, shifting back to face forward before abruptly turning back to solid gold.\n\nAkane stares at the statue, then turns to look at you. "Um. Don't worry, Ranma, it's a bluff. It's gotta be a lie she told, right? ... Right?" she adds. You can't help but wonder if her hopefulness is about concern for your chastity, or guilt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, sure, a bluff.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Can't take that chance.|FRanX15x5]]

"How often is stuff <i>ever</i> bluffing about cursing me?!" you reply with a groan, putting both hands to your face.\n\n"I'm sure it's happened, but I can't be expected to keep track of our hundreds of repetitive adventures," Akane grumbles, putting her hands on her hips. Then she somehow manages to look both angry and concerned as she says, "But if it's not a bluff, then... then that means..."\n\n"I... I gotta do it. With a guy," you acknowledge, going rather pale. "Or she might strike me dead or somethin'."\n\n"Or something." Akane still looks like she wants to punch you and call you a pervert for considering having sex over death, but apparently concern wins out as she continues, "So, apparently you do. With a guy, yeah. ... What will you do, Ranma? I mean... you've kind of got to, right? So... who?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Kuno.|FRanX17x1]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|FRanX16x1]]\n\n[[Soun.|FRanX18x1]]\n\n[[Genma.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Hiroshi and Daisuke.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Akane.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Some anonymous dude.|FRanX19x1]]\n\n[[A different sort of guy.|FRanX15x6]]

"What I need is a guy who could never, ever tell anyone," you say, starting to think things through. "I'd be humiliated if he did, and if it ever got back to my mom..."\n\nAkane makes a face, then shrugs. "So, like... a mute guy?"\n\n"What, so he could write a letter to a skin mag? No way." You frown... then swallow. "... I mean... she never said it had to be... a human guy."\n\n"... Pervert!" Akane blurts once your meaning sinks in, fist raising.\n\n"Hey, hey, we don't have time for that!" you protest, raising your arms defensively. "It's not like I want to, this is survival!"\n\n"..." Akane lowers her fist, scowling. "I guess you're right. That would be one way to make sure no one ever told, since only you and I would know. A... well... a dog, I guess," she says quietly, leaning in and lowering her voice to a whisper. "A dog wouldn't be able to go brag to its friends, or call you up and harass you, or say something stupid during sex, or call you uncute..." She trails off, brow furrowing as she stares downward.\n\nYou look at her, then your expression goes flat. "Are you thinking about how a dog would be a better husband than me?"\n\nAkane's head jerks up, and there's a momentary flush of her face, before she quickly folds her arms over her chest. "Anyway! There's kind of a perfect opportunity too. A neighbor down the block went on vacation and asked Kasumi to check in regularly on their dog Richard. I'll just tell Kasumi that today we'll go over to feed and, um... play with... Richard instead."\n\nThe fact that this is all happening so easily is threatening to make you freak out some, but considering this was your idea in the first place, you can't exactly disagree. The two of you quickly ditch the rest of the field trip and head back to the dojo, blowing off Kasumi's mild curiosity at your early arrival and instead volunteering for dogsitting duty. She's surprisingly resistant... usually she's not so insistent about keeping the chores to herself. But after a bit of back-and-forth she agrees, and you and Akane make your way down the block and enter the empty house. Passing through the kitchen, Akane opens the back door, giving a call of "Richard!" You swallow hard as the large German Shepherd pads in, tongue lolling. "Boy, he's... um, big."\n\n"Y-yeah." Akane glances between you and the rather friendly-seeming dog, unable to help leaning down to start rubbing at his head and ears. "Still, I guess we... um, you... have to."\n\nYou nod slowly, take a deep breath, then hook your thumbs into the waistband of both your pants and boxers. You bend forward to shove them both down at once and step out of them. You straighten up and kick the black silk aside, blushing even brighter as you see that Akane's trying not to look at your bare lower half, despite having already wound up seeing it on any number of occasions. You glance both at her and Richard, who seems to be watching you with rapt curiosity, then sigh and start unbuttoning your shirt.\n\n"H-hey, do you really need to get naked?!" \n\n"Well, I mean... that does it for most guys!" you reply, fidgeting, the motions causing your tits to jiggle under the looser fabric of your shirt. "Besides, I don't want him to rip my shirt!" With that, you shrug out of it, full breasts wobbling. You glance below Richard, and see that he does have a bit of pinkish-red poking out of his sheath. "... But not enough."\n\n"Maybe you have to... you know... rub it a bit," Akane says sheepishly as she straightens up. \n\nWrestling mentally with yourself, you finally get to your knees at the dog's side. Rubbing his back with one hand, you lean forward and reach under him with the other hand, tentatively cupping it over his fuzzy sheath and starting to rub. Sure enough that seems to help, as more and more of his cock starts slipping out. Then you gasp a little, looking over your shoulder as you feel fingertips stroking up and down your slit. "A-Akane, what are you doing?!"\n\n"You, you can't just have him go in dry!" she huffs from where she's gotten on her knees and leaned over your back a bit. Your fiancee blushes as she continues to stroke her fingers over your pussy gently... but obviously with more than a little knowledge of how to get a girl wet, since that's exactly what's happening to you. You muffle a moan as her fingertips slide ever more smoothly along your hairless lower lips. "You'd, you know, get hurt."\n\nFlicking your tongue over your lips and then letting your teeth worry at one a bit, you look forward again... and stare. Richard seems to be fully unsheathed now, and he's... big. Very big. Definitely bigger than you as a guy! Not just long, but thick, the glistening, red, veiny thing wide and then tapering down to a point that's dripping a bit. You glance at the dog's face, where he's panting and looking at you eagerly, and then back to that huge dog dick jutting just in front of where your hand's resting.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't do this!|FRanX]]\n\n[[You have to do this.|FRanX15x7]]

"I, uh, I think he's ready," you murmur, lowering both hands to rest on the floor... and gasping at the feeling of two of Akane's fingers sliding inside you, wiggling and squirming.\n\n"Yeah, so are you," she says with a rather husky thrum to her voice that makes you shiver again, almost wanting to slump as she draws her fingers back out. "So now we just need to get him to-" She blinks and moves out of the way as Richard gamely trots around behind you, and you let out a yelp of surprise as he leaps up and onto your back, forelegs wrapping around your middle. "Oh, well, I guess he gets the idea. Huh, kinda seems like he's done this before," she adds as the dog starts thrusting his hips, his cock poking at your now plump and dripping pussylips. Akane bites her lower lip, then reaches down and actually takes hold of that slick, hot dog cock and presses the tip into your slit.\n\n"W-wait, I dunno if I'm ready forrRRRRRRR!" you squeal as Richard near-instantly thrusts forward and practically buries himself inside you. Your eyes widen, your mouth hanging open in shock at the feeling, not even given a few seconds to adjust as the dog quickly begins pumping his hips hard and fast, apparently intending to fuck you like the beast he is. Virtually instantly, your tits are jiggling and wobbling underneath you, your ass is getting slapped by his furry hips, and your pussy is squirting out as that thick, bulging red rocket slams inside you. Your eyes roll as you try to process that not only do you actually have a cock in your pussy, it's not even a human one... and if you were going to forget that for even one second, Richard's fuzzy head with its long muzzle is tucked right next to your own, his panting right in your ear, tongue lolling over your shoulder. \n\n'But I'm a guy, but I'm a guy, but I'm a guy,' you find yourself desperately chanting internally, but it's impossible to ignore the feeling of your pussy being stretched and spread by that inhumanly-shaped puppy prick, the way it's stimulating you and getting you even wetter than Akane's stimulation already had, making you squirt out some with every thrust. Richard's paws pressing to your flat belly, his fuzzy legs rubbing against your dangling, jiggling tits, his drool running down your shoulder and his panting in your ear. And of course your own girlish gasps and moans, the way your hips are more and more wanting to shake and thrust back against him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse to give in!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Enjoy the dogfucking.|FRanX15x8]]

The dildo is, as many are, shaped like a rather idealized cock, the phallus smooth and veinless, mostly a bright candy apple red with gold glitter all over it. You take a quick, somewhat ashamed glance around, then lift it out of its nest of panties with both hands (and in the process revealing several tubes of lube). It's not particularly big... maybe roughly the size of your own cock when hard. That thought, added to the mental image of Rei laying in bed naked, legs spread wide as she slips this shaft inside herself, moaning and bucking her hips as she fucks herself on it, soon has you rock hard again. You bite your lower lip, reaching down to give your stiff prick a squeeze through the layer of cloth covering it... then glancing down at the bottles of lube.\n\nSoon it's you who's laying naked on your back on the bed, cock jutting up in the air some as you squirt a long line of gel along the underside of the artificial penis. You're flushed with both embarrassment and desire as you wrap a hand around it and stroke it much as you would stroke your own, smearing the lube over it, coating every bit, before shifting up a bit on one side and moving the lubed-up dildo into place. You give a soft 'mmf', your cock twitching as you start pushing the thing inside yourself, your breathing coming in hot, quick huffs as you slide the toy into your ass. Your teeth worry your lower lip gently as you push it deeper and deeper in, until the firm molded balls are pressing up against your taint beneath your own sack. Then you begin pumping it in and out slowly, moaning lowly as you do. Your other hand moves to wrap around your stiff prick, the lube still fairly liberally coating your fingers and palm making it slippery and a bit cool as you stroke yourself, the thick, wet, lewd noises of pumping your prick with the jelly-like lube mingling with the similar but distinct sounds of you fucking your own ass with the pretty cosplayer's personal dildo.\n\n'Needa be quick, get done and get it cleaned off and put back before she gets back,' you think a little distantly, starting to quicken your strokes, both over your throbbing cock and of the toy into your ass. You rock your hips lightly back and forth, pushing yourself back towards your own pumping of the toy and forward into the strokes of your hand. "It feels really good though," you can't help but moan out loud, pushing the dildo all the way inside yourself and rubbing at the base to make it wiggle around inside you, your eyes closed to focus on the pleasure.\n\n"Thanks, it's basically my favorite, after all," Rei's wry-sounding voice answers you.\n\nYour eyes shoot open, taking in the sight of her standing, still in costume, at the foot of the bed. Her arms are folded over her chest and she's smirking at you. You're not even sure whether it's the shock, or the sight of her in that tight, sexy cosplay, or if you were just almost there, but you give somewhere between a yelp and a long moan as your ass clenches hard around the dildo, your cock twitching in your hand as you fire long ropes of cum out and over the sheets. There's nothing you can do to stop it, trembling in humiliation and shame and pleasure as Rei just watches you spill your load on her bed with her dildo buried in your ass.\n\nAfter you've stopped cumming you just sort of lay there, curling in a little bit on yourself sheepishly. Eventually Rei giggles. "Well~, I would have preferred you <i>asked</i> to borrow it first, but... it wasn't exactly a bad sight to come back to," she murmurs, licking her red-painted lips lightly as she raises a gloved finger to tap her chin. \n\n"S-sorry," you murmur, your face solid red.\n\n"Hm. Normally I might not just blurt out a question like this, but considering the situation..." Her eyes rove over your body, making you squirm again before she looks at your face, still smirking. "So, do you like boys? Or do you still like girls, but just getting done in the ass too?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Boys.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Girls.|HLSenshi23x2]]

You are here basically to kill some time, after all, the basic "best friend" package should work for that. You hit 'Apply' and let the menu close, watching as Nabiki resumes breathing, though her expression doesn't change...\n\n... until she cracks a grin. "Just kidding. You know you're the only one I'll give no-interest pay-whenever loans to, Eric, you're always good for it."\n\nYou grin back at her. "Thanks Nabs. I did want to borrow some money, actually, if it's not too much trouble."\n\n"Sure. Looking to buy anything in particular, or just 'go out and have fun' stuff?" \n\n"Go out and have fun, pretty much."\n\n"Sure, sure." She opens up one of the drawers in her desk and lifts out a firebox, setting it in her lap and pressing her thumb against the panel on the front before lifting it open. Picking up a sheaf of bills, she holds it out to you. "Here y'go. I'll mark you donw for it, just bring back anything you don't spend and I'll lift that off your total."\n\n"Thanks." You tuck the cash into your nonphysical inventory to avoid dropping it, then pop open your menu and glance at it. Ranma's obviously already hit several stores in his search and is starting to range further afield, but you definitely need to kill a bit more time to make sure he's fully out of the way. "Hey, Nabs, why don't we look at some of your inventory? Y'know, the pictures?"\n\n"Sure." Snickering a bit, Nabiki turns to her computer and clicks on a folder, typing in a password before more folders appear, as well as a scattering of 'loose' photos of various girls, including some of Ranma in various stages of nudity, and Akane just walking around. The two of you spend awhile clicking through her various folders, Nabiki showing off her rather impressive array of images of Ranma's tits and ass, some stuff of other girls (including some obviously taken inside the girls' locker room), and even her folder of the racier images of Akane and some of Kasumi as well. \n\nFinally figuring that Ranma's probably taken off into the woods in search of a snipe to skin by now, you straighten up. "Well, guess I'll head out, thanks for sharing."\n\n"Hey, wait, while we're on the subject," Nabiki says, turning her chair towards you as you look at her curiously. "Being that we're such good friends and all, and I'm always doing you favors like these, I wanna ask if you might do me one?"\n\n"Oh?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Yeah, you're not exactly an unpopular request yourself, your girl form that is. Why not let me take some pictures of you? Candid, posed, whatever. I'll count part of whatever I make on them towards your loans, and once you're all paid up even cut you in. Sound good?"\n\nHm! Now this is interesting. Again, it's not like you actually need the money, but thinking of people paying for pictures of you (even if it's an altered you) is kind of hot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Not now.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Hm, why not?|RanPP]]\n\n[[What about your guy form?|RanPP14x2]]

It's pretty obvious things have taken a really weird turn at this point... but you're too entranced by staring at Rei to care. "You're... beautiful," you murmur.\n\n"Mmf." She actually blushes at that, reaching up a hand to tap at her cheek and glancing aside bashfully... before she grins and slips onto the bed beside you. "Well thank you," she murmurs, leaning in to press her lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss... that quickly turns hot, wet, and deep as she presses her tongue into your mouth and starts swirling it around yours. You shiver softly, moaning into your mouth as your first kiss turns out to be such a positively pornographic one. Almost tentatively you reach out to wrap a hand around her pretty, stiff girlcock, feeling Rei moan softly into your own mouth as you start stroking it. The skin is so soft and perfect, like silk stretched over steel as you stroke, your other hand coming up to gently fondle one of her large breasts as her gloved hands run over your back and sides.\n\nBut soon she brings one of those hands up and pushes, gently but firmly, on your head, urging you to break the kiss and move downward. You quickly find yourself looking right at that long futa fuckstick, watching it twitch gently at the touch of your hot breath. Still, it's obvious what she wants you to do, and whatever objections you had to actually sucking a cock melt away as you place your lips against the shaft, rolling your tongue against it. "Mm, oh that's really nice," Rei moans softly as she leans her head back, her hand stroking up and down your back as you start placing those sucking-licking "kisses" up and down her shaft. "You're a real natural at sucking dick, Eric," she moans adoringly, making you flush in a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Still, it definitely urges you on, and you slide down to start sucking and licking at her balls, finding them smooth and soft and smelling more like cherries and lavender bodywash than any muskiness or sweatiness. \n\nSoon Rei's squeezing and rubbing your asscheeks as you ply your tongue and lips over her sack and shaft, her half-lidded eyes watching your face as your enthusiasm for sucking girldick steadily grows. About the time you actually slide your mouth over the tip of it and start bobbing your head, she slips two fingers into your ass, lazily stroking them in and out, curling and wiggling them as you moan around her prick. One of your hands fondles her balls as you work yourself further down her shaft, the other resting on her flat, smooth belly as you suck. You gag some as her cock pushes into your throat, but you've taken it gradually enough and just want to please her so badly that you manage to keep going, sliding her prick down your throat as she gently fingerfucks your ass.\n\nYou're starting to wonder what you're going to do if she actually cums in your throat or mouth when you find out she's apparently got other plans. Rei urges your head up again and maneuvers you down to lay on your belly on the bed, your cock trapped between your stomach and the soft sheets. "How nice of you to get yourself all lubed up and ready for me," she coos as she settles herself on top of you, her tits pressing against her shoulders and her body settling over yours as she shifts around, getting herself into place. Then you're letting out a long, low moan as an actual cock, hot and throbbing and very alive, pushes into your ass. You were pretty sure when you were stroking and sucking it, but feeling it stretch you out even more and slide even deeper than the dildo pretty well confirms she's much bigger than you are, her cock longer and harder and thicker than your own where it's pressed beneath you. You feel her smooth, feminine balls press up against your own sack as she finishes pushing all the way in, settling her weight gently atop you while keeping herself up with her forearms and knees so as not to squash you completely. Then she begins pumping her hips up and down, bouncing you gently against the bed, letting your cock rub against the sheets and your back press against her tits as she fucks you.\n\n"Your ass feels so good," Rei coos in your ear, her breath warm and her voice sweet as she pumps into you, making you whimper softly with pleasure. "You're so tight and hot around me, baby, I really love fucking you." She nips at your earlobe, making you shudder and almost cum right there, your cock smearing pre over the sheets and your ass squeezing around her. "Mmmn! Oh, oh fuck, that felt so good, the way your ass fluttered around me when I did that," Rei moans eagerly, nipping your ear a few more times as you writhe under her. \n\nOf course with your apparently naturally talented blowjob earlier, it actually doesn't take Rei long, and soon she's thrusting down into you, pressing in tightly, her sweet, completely feminine moan enveloping your ears as her cock throbs and shudders inside you, pumping a hot, thick load of cum deep into your ass. Your own eyes roll a little, and you let out a slightly choked whimper as your ass squeezes down around her throbbing, gushing length, your own cock twitching below your belly and smearing your own load all over it and the sheets. Rei's soft, sweet breath rushes against your neck and ear as her bdoy shivers a little every so often above you, her little shifts and jostles moving her cock inside you and rubbing her tits against your back, her whole body enveloping you with that sweet, girlish scent of her bodywash.\n\nFinally though she kisses your ear, obviously having calmed down a little bit to judge from her gentler, more deliberately sensuous writhe atop you. "Mm, that was really nice. I think I could get hooked on you, Eric." She nuzzles in your hair gently, then hms. "Actually... that's not a bad idea..."\n\n"Mmmnf?" Still not entirely coherent from the intense orgasm, you look over your shoulder at her.\n\n"Well, you don't have anywhere to go, right?" she asks. At your small nod, she grins. "Why not stay here? You can help out around the place, do chores, run errands for me, help out with various things. I'll keep you fed and clothed... and stuffed full of girlcock on a regular basis," she adds with a little giggle, shimmying her hips and making you gasp. "What do you say?"\n\nYou consider for a brief few moments, but can't really see a compelling path ahead of you where you say 'no'. The deal is just too good, as sudden and strange as it might be. "Yeah, okay, I'm in!"\n\n"Mm, glad to hear it. Ah... although, I guess I should ask... anything you want extra out of this, Eric? Any 'tweaks' to the arrangement?" Even as she says it she's snuggling in a bit atop you, laying her head on yours as she relaxes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope, you're good.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Whatever would make her happy.|HLSenshi23x4]]\n\n[[If she could... dominate you.|HLSenshi]]

Oooo, your cousin's fiance! (May as well try to get into character.) That could definitely be a lot of extra wicked fun~.\n\nHm, you recall that online speculation was virtually unanimous that Akane was a lesbian. Which, well, y'know what online speculation is like, but also hey who knows how the programmer of this sim decided on it. It sounds like either way once you start putting the moves on her she'll be seduced anyway, due to the tattoo, so it's really a question of what form you wanna do the seduction in, since you're sort of warming to the idea of girl form as an option.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay a guy.|RanTat5x2]]\n\n[[Switch to girl.|RanTat]]

The words are out of your mouth before you even really think about it. Akane's eyes fly open in shock and outrage as if it were the first time anyone had ever insulted her in her life, and as if she had done absolutely nothing which merited such, her righteous outrage fueling the speed and strength of her fist as it impacts your chin and sends you rocketing through the ceiling and into the air.\n\n'Hm, she must be in a particularly bad mood today, she got some real distance on this one,' you muse as you go flying through the air. You're fairly used to this overall... there's a weird sense that you shouldn't be, but you shrug it off. Now's not the time to dwell on the fact that something else weird happened right before you bumped into Akane, you need to decide on what to do about being launched like this.\n\nIf you alter course right now you could land in the street near Ucchan's and the Nekohanten... at least you might get fed for your troubles. Of course it's also possible that could start a whole new set of troubles, but eh. Isn't that just your life? If you wait any longer though the closest you'll get is the woods outside of town... you'd be all day hiking back to the dojo from there, but then that might at least give Akane a chance to cool off.\n\nOr honestly, you're kind of tempted to just not stop yourself at all and see where you wind up. Maybe if you're really lucky, it will be somewhere your father hasn't engaged you to anyone yet!\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash near the restaurants.|MRanX2x2]]\n\n[[Hit the woods.|MRanX]]\n\n[[Just keep going.|MRanX]]

"I mean, it's kind of the perfect situation for me, so um... I'd basically like to make sure you're happy with this, sooooo... basically whatever you like?" \n\n"Ooooo!" Rei's eyes light up with a sparkle and her lips curl in a smile that just almost makes you think twice, but then she does seem <i>really</i> happy. "You mean it?"\n\n"Um, y-yeah, of course."\n\nRei squeals happily and throws her arms around you again, wiggling around excitedly. "Yay! My very own cute boy who loves dick to play with!"\n\n"H-hey," you protest, since that does kind of make you sound like a toy.\n\n"Haha, sorry sorry! Mmf, actually..." Rei slowly pulls away from you, with you giving a bit of an 'mmf' as her cock slides out of you. "Why don't you go get cleaned up before we do anything else?"\n\nOh, right. Besides having been on the road for awhile, you have just been, um, doing lewd stuff. Blushing, you get up and head into the bathroom to clean up.\n\nThere's a bit of that weird 'using someone else's shower' feeling, but it sounds like you'll get used to that eventually, since apparently you'll be living here for the foreseeable future. Of course you guess you shouldn't be too shocked that all of Rei's shower products are firmly in the feminine department, so you wind up getting cleaned up with a very 'flowers and cherries' scented bodywash and a similarly girly-scented shampoo boasting of adding body and shine. Feeling rather soft and sleek in the wake of the shower, you finish drying off and head back out with a towel around your waist.\n\nYou guess you shouldn't be too surprised when Rei, having cleaned up a bit herself with (you guess) the box of scented wipes that's now sitting on the bedside table, is sitting on the side of the bed with her legs spread, showing off that pretty, erect girlcock expectantly. Blushing again, you let the towel drop and then walk over, kneeling down and resting your hands on her smooth, perfect thighs and leaning in to start licking and kissing her balls. The scent of the wipes fills your nose with the smell of cherries as you enthusiastically show your gratitude to your new host, eventually moving up to start sucking and licking at her shaft.\n\n"Mmmmn... ah, this is like a dream come true, a super cute boy who loves cock and wants to make me happy," Rei says with a delighted sigh, kneading one of her breasts with one hand and stroking the fingers of the other through your hair, making you squirm at the mixture of affection and compliments. She gently urges you to move, and following her unspoken request you slide your mouth over the tip of her cock and start bobbing your head, slipping the pretty, silky, stiff shaft deeper into your mouth until you're starting to work it down your throat. "M-making me happy will make you happy, right?" she adds, almost as if worried, only to moan loudly as you push her cock fully into your throat as your answer, working yourself down until your lips touch the root of it.\n\n"Ohhh... ohhhh this feels so good," Rei moans as you bob your head over her cock. "You're soooo good at this... probably been dreaming about sucking off a futa anime girl for years, haven't you, pervert?" she teases before giving a loud gasp again.\n\nWell. Maybe! But soon she's urging you up and pulling you onto the bed with her, and you eagerly enough follow her guidance into getting all fours, your own stiff prick swaying underneath you with your movements. You can feel her gloved hands running over your body, caressing you, before you moan loudly as her cock pushes into you again, her hands gripping your waist and pulling you back towards her. Though everything about her says 'sweet, soft, woman', from the feel of those hands on your waist, to her smell, to her moans and gasps and coos, to even the smoothness of her skin, all of it says female, you're the one getting fucked like a girl, moaning and whimpering eagerly as a cock pounds into your ass and hips slap against your butt, your tight hole stretched around an eager, throbbing prick.\n\n"Nnnh, you're so fuckin' cute, you're so fuckin' cute, you're so fuckin' cute," Rei pants out, fucking you harder with every repetition until her hips are almost blurring, your eyes rolling up and your tongue lolling out as your cock twitches and fires long ropes of cum across the sheets, soon followed by Rei moaning loudly and filling your ass with her own load again.\n\nThis time both of you clean up with the wet wipes and flop down, Rei huffing softly. "Mmm... tomorrow we really ought to go and buy you some more clothes, though," she murmurs. "Since I'm guessing those that you had were it?" At your acknowledgement, she says, "Well we'll get you some stuff to wear. Um... so hey," she says, actually blushing a little. "So would you mind if we actually bought you... girl clothes? I mean you're just so cute, I think we could really play it up to suit you. But if not, it's okay!" she hurries to add. "I'm not like, saying you have to, we can totally get you boy clothes if you'd rather!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'd rather have boy clothes, yeah.|GLSenshi]]\n\n[[Girl clothes would be okay.|GLSenshi]]

"Side Two, then, I suppose. Sir," you add quickly enough.\n\n"Good choice. Like I said, though, don't let any of 'em push you around. Here." He fishes out a green plastic notebook and passes it over. "This's your work schedule, it's got everything you need ta do and exactly how ya should do it. Do exactly as it says, work your hardest, get through as much as y'can."\n\n"Yes, Sir."\n\nOnce breakfast is finished, the two of you head out and down the packed dirt path that Ma'am told you led to Side Two and your first assignment. Sandy wiggles her tan fingers in a 'gimme' motion. "Let me see the instructions."\n\n"'Kay, here you go." You pass the notebook over as the two of you start to approach a fairly standard-looking red barn. "What's first?"\n\n"First page is 'Bovines'. It says here that there's one cow and one bull. It says to make sure to work together and do everything in order. First thing on the list is 'Milk the bull.'" Sandy stops walking, squinting at the page and then glancing at you. "'Milk the bull'? That has to be a typo, right?"\n\n"I'd asume so, yeah. Sounds like a gross joke I heard otherwise."\n\n"It must mean 'Milk the cow'. No, wait, it says that on the second item. Here, look."\n\nYou lean in to look at the book from the side. The full text of the numbered instructions does in fact read:\n\n<i>1. Milk the bull. (Only let him go once, and only use hands and mouth.)\n\n2. Milk the cow and give her satisfaction. (You can both milk and satisfy her at once, at your discretion. Make sure not to drink any unpasteurized milk.)\n\n3. Fill the feed bins and make sure the entertainment's distributed.</i>\n\n"These instructions are weird as hell," you mutter, shaking your head.\n\n"Yeah. Oh well, I guess we'll figure it out when we get there," Sandy replies with a shrug, both of you continuing on up to the barn and entering.\n\nYou both stop and stare at what you see in the stalls. Rather than the four-legged animals you were expecting, there are upright... things!... in the opposite stalls. On the right is a massive masculine figure, easily over seven feet tall, bulky with muscle and covered in shiny but coarse-looking black fur. Its head mostly resembles a bull's, but there's some human factor to the features as well, with big intelligent eyes set above its slightly altered muzzle and between the curved horns on either side of its head. In the opposite stall is a similar being, except a white-with-black-splotches cow female. She's shorter than the bull but still over six feet tall, and with massive humanlike tits to go along with the huge pink udder dangling from her belly. Both are completely naked save for golden rings piercing their noses and differently-colored tags on their ears.\n\n"Oh, new hands, huh?" the bull says in a deep, booming voice, grinning. He approaches the gate of his stall, and slaps something against it using one big, three-fingered hand. Looking through the slats of the gate, you can see that it's his huge cock... not quite human-shaped but not quite animal, either, with a pointier, longer head and visibly bulging veins. "Cute, too, not bad. Well, get on with it, it's time for my 'milking'!"\n\nYou look at Sandy, stunned, and she returns a near-identical look. Certainly not what you were expecting... on any level!\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope on out of there.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[If you've gotta do it, divide the labor. Get Sandy to take care of the bull while you take care of the cow.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[The instructions said to work together. So... both of you take care of the bull.|RFMH1x4]]

'Sir' did say that he expected you to behave... you're not sure whether staying in bed unless you absolutely have to get up counts under that, but you decide to err on the side of caution. Clambering fully under the covers, you settle in and fall truly asleep.\n\nYou're awoken by both a rooster crowing and a bell ringing, and do your best to promptly, if groggily, stagger out of bed. You do have to wait for the bathroom, but when you get your turn you find new clothes waiting for you. The jeans, t-shirt, and flannel shirt are all at least two sizes too big, but there's a belt for the jeans so with some judicious rolling-up it will all work.\n\n"Yeah, we'll have to get you some things of our own instead of wearing stuff from old hands, soon enough," Ma'am says at breakfast, Sandy having been nudged into helping her lay out the food.\n\n"Right now it'll just be you two, but don't worry, between automation and the two of us being old hands, we'll get everything done. You two just make sure to work good an' hard, put your all inta it, and it'll work out," Sir adds, gesturing with a piece of bacon. "Got me?"\n\n"Yes, Sir," you and Sandy chorus again, both of you exchanging a bit of a grin again.\n\n"Alright, we've got two areas of the farm, what we call Side Four and Side Two. Now, Side Two animals are a mite easier to work with for beginners, they communicate a tad easier."\n\nYou and Sandy exchange a glance as she sits down next to you, wondering what 'communicate easier' could mean. But Sir apparently doesn't feel the need to explain before he continues.\n\n"Still, they can also be a mite more demandin', an' they'll do their best ta get away with a lot more if ya don't take a firm hand with 'em. The livestock on Side Four's a bit more easygoin' but you'll be a bit more on yer own dealin' with 'em. I'll let you two decide where you'll begin."\n\nYou exchange looks with Sandy again. She doesn't seem inclined to speak up, so you suppose it's up to you to make a decision based on that rather confusing information.\n\n<hr>\n[[Side Two.|RFMH1x3]]\n\n[[Side Four.|RFMHplaceholder]]

You open the notebook and flip past the first page, then sigh. "'Equines'."\n\n"Oh man, you're kidding. Is it like the first one?"\n\n"It looks like it. Here, see?" You point at the instructions.\n\n<i>1. There are two horses, both males. They both need release, but can be handled at the same time. (Only let them go once, don't let them talk you into more or into using more than your hands and mouth.)\n\n2. Once you've given them release, let them out into the pasture.\n\n3. Clean up the horse barn.\n\n4. Leave the door to the pasture open but make sure to close the barn doors.</i>\n\n"Yeah, no prize for guessing what 'release' means," Sandy mutters with a shake of her head as the two of you leave the cow barn and head towards the horse barn. "Man, this place is weird and perverted."\n\n"Yeah. Why do we have to get them off, anyway? They've got hands."\n\n"Maybe it's to haze us since we're new," Sandy speculates morosely.\n\nThe two of you push open the longer, lower barn and then pull the doors closed after you as you enter. While there are stalls a fair bit of the way down, there is a bit more open area here. Unlike the last two, the horses aren't waiting in their stalls, but standing in the area in the middle, both of them bent over a copy of Playboy, their cocks unsheathed but dangling down their thighs. Both are almost golden-brown with darker chestnut manes, looking nearly identical.\n\nWhen you and Sandy approach, they look up from the magazines, their ears perking and cocks starting to slowly rise. "Oh hey, newbies!"\n\n"Awesome. Hey, greenhorns, whassup?"\n\n"Uh, hey." You wave a bit. "We're here to, well..."\n\n"Yeah, totally, we know," the one on the left says eagerly, stamping a hoof as he turns towards you, his flare-headed dick jutting ahead of him. "Don't be embarrassed, man, you'll totally get used to it."\n\n"So, uh..." Sandy taps at her cheek with a finger as you set the notebook aside. "How do we wanna do this...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get Sandy to handle them both while you clean up.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Handle them both yourself while Sandy cleans up.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Each of you handles one horse.|RFMHplaceholder]]

"Dude, I just got covered in man-juice, I am totally not turned on right now," you grumble, shaking your head and making a face as that dislodges a few drips of cum from your bangs.\n\n"Oh yeah? Well what's that then?" Sandy jibes, tilting her head towards your crotch a bit.\n\n"Well. That's... from watching the same thing happen to you."\n\nThat makes her face turn beet red, and after a moment she mutters something about getting the buckets and hurries back out of the stall, her head lowered. The blush has at least retreated to her cheeks when she returns and hands you a pair of them. "H-here. There's four buckets, so if we both fill two..."\n\n"Right." You grab one of the stools already in the stall and move to the cow woman's left side, setting down and resting one pale under her udder and one under her breast, Sandy copying your motion on the other side.\n\n"Imagine you'll want to start with the top bit, dearie, most greenhorns do," Bessie comments, leaning her head down to look at you in the arch between her arm and breast. "Just grip near where it meets the chest, then slide your hands down slow an' easy, applyin' gentle pressure as y'go."\n\nYou blush a little, but manage to say 'thanks' before reaching out and starting to do so. It really doesn't help your hardon that you're basically getting to stroke and rub and squeeze a very attractive human breast bigger than your head, sending streams of milk out of it and into the pale below. Or that Bessie starts letting out noises that are half moan and half moo as you do. \n\nThe cow woman's voice is pleasured as she explains to Sandy how to milk her teats instead, your partner apparently preferring to start there. Of course that just means Bessie starts mooaning louder as both of you go to work.\n\nEventually you've mostly filled the pale with rich-smelling milk from her breast, her tit now softer and more torpedo-shaped rather than bulged out and round. You shift over a bit and go to work on the thick, long teats dangling from her udder, following the advice you heard her give Sandy. It reminds you of stroking your own cock quite a bit, and makes you uncomfortably aware that it's really what you'd like to be doing right now.\n\nStill, once all four buckets are full, you try to keep your mind on work, since there's more to do... and you wonder if all the rest of it will be as perverted as your first task! You glance at Sandy as she sets her buckets down. "So, uh... we've gotta satisfy her, too."\n\nDeducing you apparently don't want to take care of that yourself, Sandy takes a look around, and soon spots a metal baseball bat hung on the wall. She picks it up and hefts it, realizing it's really about as thick as the bull's cock. She shrugs at you, then heads back into Bessie's stall.\n\n"MooOOOOOOO, that's cold!" Bessie protests as Sandy starts pushing the length of metal bat into her dripping pink cow cunt. But it's more a perfunctoray protest, the sort of thing she probably says regularly. Sandy grips the wound nylon around the bat's base and pumps it in and out steadily, her cheeks aflame as she uses the metal length to fuck the cow woman.\n\nOnce Bessie lets out a long, happy moo and slumps forward against the wooden block, Sandy comes out and wipes off the bat, returning it to its hook on the wall as you swing the stall closed. Remembering about the entertainment, the two of you search the area, soon finding stacks of shipping-wrapped magazines. Taking an educated guess, you pass the bull some copies of weightlifting magazines and Hustler while Sandy hands some knitting magazines and Playgirl to Bessie. You also fill both of their feed bins with fresh feed from the nearby sacks.\n\nFinding a sink to do a quick wash-up in, the two of you take a deep breath, Sandy handing you the notebook and asking in a resigned tone, "So what's next?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her what's next.|RFMH1x7]]\n\n[[Let's take a break after all that.|RFMHplaceholder]]

"Sorry, instructions said we could only do it once, we've got to go milk the cow now," you say, trying to wipe your face with your nearly equally gooey hands.\n\n"Oh, fine," the bull says with a huff, leaning back against the wall, which creaks under his weight. "Just don't forget to pass out entertainment after, alright?"\n\nThe two of you clamber to your feet and head out of the stall, swinging the door closed. Sandy finds a few rags that let you both get at least slightly less messy. Then you head to the opposite stall.\n\n"Hm, you both smell good now," she says with a long, windy sigh as you open the stall door. "Shame I never get any time with the mister over there lately. Maybe soon. Still, watchin' got me all good an' worked up!" she adds cheerfully. She leans forward and rests her hands on a wooden block, allowing her udders... both human and cow... to dangle down below her, as well as showing off her broad, squarish hips, pink pussy, and puckered brown asshole. "Hope ya'll're up to the task of satisfyin' ol' Bessie!"\n\n"That's a lot of milking to do," Sandy murmurs, eyeing more than one bucket set outside the stall, and then the three dangling objects. Then she looks over at you, eyes flicking down towards the bulge in your jeans. Her tone is teasing as she says, "But I'm guessing you want to 'satisfy' her while I milk her, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Satisfy" Bessie while Sandy milks her.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Help Sandy with the milking.|RFMH1x6]]

"I... guess we have to," Sandy says slowly, swallowing heavily.\n\n"Don't worry. I'll help," you say, trying to sound strong and comforting, but it seems a bit faint in your ears.\n\nThe two of you move over to the stall, the bullman obligingly taking several steps back to give you room to swing the gate open and step inside. Both you and Sandy can't help but stare at his massive black length and the enormous dark balls dangling underneath it.\n\n"Well?" the bullman grunts, thumping a hoofed foot against the ground. "It's not gonna milk itself, greenhorns."\n\nYou swallow heavily, hesitating a bit as you watch Sandy settle down on her knees in front of the bull. He lowers himself a little so that his cock juts out at roughly face height to her, a good two and a half feet long at least. She slowly reaches her arms up to touch it, rubbing her hands along the side, her whole body giving a little jump at a loud, pleased snort from above. She visibly takes a deep breath, then begins rubbing along the veiny length more firmly, even leaning her head up to press her lips against the side of it. She moves her head back and forth, lips pulling back enough to show her tongue trailing along the black skin.\n\nRemembering that you're supposed to be helping, you settle to your own knees next to her, staring at the huge cock beside your head uncertainly. Not wanting to get in Sandy's way but obviously needing to help, you lean forward and palm one of his softball-sized balls, hearing another appreciative snort from above. Forcing yourself onwards, you lean forward and actually start licking at the coarse hair covering his sack, feeling how rough it is on your tongue and tasting the sweat and deep animal flavor. The musk is extremely overpowering, filling your nose and throat and almost making you cough.\n\nAfter licking, sucking, and fondling his sack for a bit, you notice that Sandy has moved in and is nuzzling against the huge black orbs herself. You pull back, gasping a bit for air, but knowing that you need to keep working. You take over pumping your hands over the shaft, choosing to tongue the head and tip of it rather than running your mouth all over the shaft like Sandy was.\n\n"Yeah, you two are good little cock-milkers," the bullman grunts, his cock twitching in your hands. "I'll definitely tell the ol' man that ya been workin' hard." \n\nBoth you and Sandy blush at that, and she sits back on her heels again. After a bit of fiddling you both manage to fit your hands around the shaft, stroking and pumping it quickly. The bull grunts and groans and moos more often and louder, closing his eyes and reaching out to grip the sides of the stall. There's not any more warning than the start of him bellowing before his cock begins erupting, pouring out what seems like at least a pint of thick white cum with every shot. The both of you yelp and shrink back as you're both quickly painted with a layer of bulljizz, matting down your hair and dripping from Sandy's bangs.\n\n"Woo. Not bad, greenhorns, not bad," the bull huffs, grinning down at you both. "How 'bout another? I'd -definitely- make sure to put in a good word with the old man, then. Maybe even come out an' help ya with some more chores..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You do need Sir to like you...|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[The instructions said once, and Sir said to be firm.|RFMH1x5]]

You decide that the status effects probably have some of the more interesting possibilities. You close the menu long enough to pull out of the meathole your cock is still buried in and get down off the table, ordering Yuffie to do the same, before reopening the menu and perusing the list. You do notice a checkbox that you hadn't seen before at the top and to one side, reading 'Permanent'. Tapping it brings up a warning box:\n\n[<b>Warning!</b> Selecting this option will make any status effect applied to a character permanent. It cannot be undone with in-game effects, and the character cannot be resurrected with items. Do you want to proceed? Yes/No]\n\nGrinning wickedly, you tap 'Yes' and watch the warning disappear, then look at the list of options, trying to decide which one best fits your little snuff game.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mini.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Stone.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Death Sentence.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Stop.|FF7X]]\n

Luckily you have a way to see what the noise was without actually meaning anything... meaning, you open your menu window and cause the sim to pause. Walking over to the door, you slide it open, quickly spotting the camera lying discarded on the floor. A bit further down the hall, almost having made it to the stairs, is Nabiki frozen in mid-run, the normally dignified and composed middle Tendo sister caught in a panicked pelting to get away, even her hair in mid-motion.\n\nOho. You kick the camera into Ranma's room, then walk over to Nabiki, looking her up and down, taking in the sight of her own rather luscious body in its tight turquoise T-shirt and snug denim short-shorts. Well, probably best not to let her just run off... while according to your debug option she couldn't actually keep you from doing pretty much whatever you want, she could still complicate things. If nothing else by making herself more trouble to find if you wanted to do something to her later. ... Which probably means you'll wind up doing something to her more immediately, you think with a smirk as you lift her up, finding that your current strength makes it fairly trivial to carry her back into Ranma's room.\n\nClosing the door and activating the option for privacy enforcement to keep any other peepers from interrupting, you lay Nabiki down on the floor and undress her, hauling off her shirt, short, and panties... and, of course, feeling free to indulge yourself with squeezing her tits and ass and fingering her pussy a bit as you do. Using the menu you spawn some lengths of rope and a ball gag, making sure she's gagged firmly and her arms are tied behind her back, ankles and thighs bound together folded behind her in a slight imitation of Ranma's own current position. You scoot her around so that she's on her side facing Ranma in the milker, before straightening up and minimizing the window.\n\nNabiki jolts a little, muscles obviously still trying to run before it turns into squirming and thrashing at none of the movements working. "Mmf?!" Sheer and utter confusion comes over her face, before her eyes widen at realizing both where she is and how she's tied. "Hwh th' h'll?!?!" she blurts around the ball gag, tossing her head as drool starts trickling down the side of her chin.\n\n"Well well, looks like being nosy finally got you into trouble, didn't it, Nabiki?" you ask smugly, enjoying the greater look of fright on her face as you decide to ditch your pants, your large cock springing free. You give it a few slow but very suggestive strokes as you look down at her, then glance over at the milker where Ranma's still squirming, the suction tubes jerking and twitching in sequence as they continue to milk her apparently constantly overfull tits. "Anyway. You can just lay there and wait your turn, I'm not done playing with Ranma yet."\n\n"Mmf! MMMMF!" Nabiki protests, mostly wordlessly as she struggles against the ropes as you stroll back over to the machine. You can hear Ranma giving even more muffled grunts and moans, apparently still doing her best to resist the Happy Cow conditioning... you're not sure if she can hear Nabiki and is trying to call out to her, or if she's just worried she's going to start cracking.\n\nYou give your cock a few more strokes, idly noting that the milker's restraints hold Ranma at a perfect height and position for you to fuck her. You doubt that's coincidental. Still, before any other fun you decide to check the screen, which is currently showing a readout of various statistics.\n\n<b>Cow Name: Ranma Saotome\nHealth: Optimal\nOutput: Level One\nConditioning: 5%\nReproductive Status: Waiting</b>\n\nHm, some very interesting information. You guess if conditioning reaches 100%, Ranma will have truly accepted her status as a cow, and would continue to do so even if she were let out of the milker. Five percent isn't very much... hm, but then again, she's really only been in there for a little while, maybe it's more than you should expect. You wonder if it will go slower or faster the higher the percentage rises?\n\nThe screen also still has a menu with options in it. One of them is 'View Conditioning Material', and since you'd been curious you tap on that. <i>"-pose is to give milk. I love being milked. I want to be a cow forever,"</i> immediately starts emenating from speakers somewhere on the monitor, while a small window on the screen pops up showing much what you thought... happy, contented-looking actual cows grazing in idyllic pastures, willingly and eagerly trotting into stalls to be hooked up to milking machines, and a number of variations on the theme. You glance over at Nabiki, who's gone a bit pale at the audio, and smirk briefly at her, winking and giving your cock another stroke for her benefit before closing the viewing window. Now let's see, the menu options are...\n\n<b>View Conditioning Material\nIncrease Output\nInduce Gravidity\nRelease Cow\nRetire Cow</b>\n\nDefinitely some interesting options here... well, other than "Release Cow", you don't really see yourself doing that at this point. After all you've just barely started, and plus you've gone to all the trouble to kidnap the one who caught you at it! But let's see, you could try one of the others... or you could just go ahead and fuck her, your cock's been stiff since the milker originally reached out and grabbed Ranma!\n\n<hr>\n[["Increase Output".|RanMilker]]\n\n[["Induce Gravidity".|RanMilker1x3]]\n\n[["Retire Cow".|RanMilker]]\n\n[[Fuck her.|RanMilker]]

You do know what "gravid" means, at least you're pretty sure. Curious what exactly it means for the Mega Milker, you click on the option.\n\n<b>The Mega Milker has the option to induce one (1) rapid reproductive cycle and spawn an obedient cow. Any further rapid pregnancies will require the Mega Milker to be resupplied with both human and bovine semen.\n\nNote: The offspring will reflect the state of the cow at its current output level. Make sure you have selected your preferred output level before inducing gravidity for rapid reproduction.</b>\n\nHuh, okay, so it looks like it can make Ranma have a new offspring really fast... but just the one without being "resupplied". It even lets you choose whether she'll have a male or female. But the note says that the offspring will, as well as being obedient, reflect her own current "output level". According to the status screen, that's a one right now. Hm, so... induce gravidity now, increase her level first, or do something else?\n\n<hr>\n[[Induce gravidity and produce a male.|RanMilker]]\n\n[[Induce gravidity and produce a female.|RanMilker]]\n\n[[Do something else.|RanMilker1x2a]]

"Take off your panties and give them to me," you order simply.\n\n"Certainly," she replies, casually rising to her feet and pulling up that tight little skirt.\n\nYour eyes widen and you grin so hard it almost hurts as she reveals black satin panties to go with her black stockings, and apparently without thinking twice slips them down and off, wiggling her round hips a bit to fully get them out from under her skirt. You get a nice glimpse of her trimmed dark blonde bush before she slides them fully down her legs and steps out of them, holding them out to you with one hand and tugging her skirt down with the other. "Here you are."\n\n"Thanks." Still blushing and grinning, you take the panties and tuck them into your pocket. "From now on, don't wear panties in class."\n\n"Very well." \n\nYou consider a few moments more, then say, "Every night, I want you to send me a picture of just before and just after you take your shower, and then a picture of you in what you're wearing to bed."\n\n"Certainly," she agrees breezily.\n\nYou nod, then leave the classroom, heading home. Along the way you almost start to doubt that all really happened... after all, despite all your learning in magic so far, this is really the first time you've used any without Hazel's supervision. Is this really working? Then you slip a hand into your pocket and feel the satin. Oh. Right.\n\nThat night you lay in bed, fingering the panties and eyeing your phone almost nervously. Eventually it chimes and you open it up, popping open the text message... and yup, there it is. A picture of Miss Lancer sent by the lady herself, in her bathroom and completely naked. ... Wow, those huge tits of hers are still surprisingly firm for someone who's got to be mom-age easily. She still seems to be in the process of undoing her bun with one hand while taking the selfie with the other, her expression just as calm and composed as it is when she's in class. Damn! You bite your lower lip and start rubbing your stiff cock through your underwear lightly, looking the picture over. ... The resolution's even good, she has a nice phone... but geez, those big fat nipples, that hint of bush, a cute little beauty mark right on the top curve of one breast. She's so friggin' hot!\n\nYou continue to lightly rub yourself while looking at the photo, until eventually there's another chime and buzz. Tapping back to the text message screen, you open the next attachment... and, as ordered, it's Miss Lancer but just out of the shower this time. Her long hair is hanging down her back wet, and her skin is all warm and wet, and her nipples are stiff presumably from being wet in the cooler air. Huffing a bit, you finally haul out your prick and start stroking it directly. And this time it's a much shorter interval before the next image, this time of Miss Lancer dry and with her hair braided, wearing a sexy deep blue babydoll nightie and matching panties. Wrapping the pair she gave you earlier around yourself, you rub the black satin against yourself as you flick back and forth between the three images your amazingly hot teacher sent you until you moan and spill your load into them.\n\nAnd so it continues on for the next month or so. Each night Miss Lancer sends you the typical three selfies, and while she occasionally wears more comfy or practical things to bed (and those are kind of sexy too, in their own way), you find that your strict, domineering teacher has a wide selection of sexy lingerie she likes to wear. Eventually it's not enough to just get those photos, so at the end of the school day you occasionally ask her to send you extras... photos of her spreading her pussy open. Photos of her ass, and her bending over so you can see her asshole. Even short videos of her masturbating, and photos of her with convenient objects like her grading marker stuck up her ass while she's fingering herself. Getting more daring, you even order her to send you two extra daily selfies... upskirt shots during class, which she usually takes while she's sitting behind her desk, dipping her camera beneath. You're pretty sure every so often someone notices the flash going off under her desk, but if they suspect what it is, no one says anything, at least that you hear about. Every so often you tell her she can wear panties to school the next day, just so that you can give her the pair you've got back and have her give you the new, freshly-worn pair. While this does keep you from accumulating a collection, it is extra hot to sometimes see her taking photos in those panties, knowing they've had your cum soaked into them thoroughly. (And, once or twice, asking her to send you a photo of her wearing them before she washes them.)\n\nAs the month draws to a close, you consider. If you've read the spell right, soon the change of common sense will wear off. Miss Lancer will no longer feel like it's completely natural to obey your orders... no more easy study periods or lightened behavior, no more sexy selfies. If you've read the book right, she should fairly quickly forget everything she did under the influence of the spell. After all, during that period obeying your orders was just a normal, every day thing to do... it would be like her remembering a specific, completely normal and average cup of tea she made weeks ago. So you guess you've got a few options.\n\nFirst of all, you could renew the spell and continue having her send you fun lewd photos... probably getting more extreme than they were before, since you've already been getting her to do more and more as it is. Or you could do a spell that would simply reinforce her current behaviors... you couldn't give her orders anymore, but what she's already doing under your orders she'd continue to do... and start enjoying it more and more.\n\nOr there's the third option... don't put any spell at all on her, but then use the massive amount of lewd photos you've accumulated of her to blackmail her. After all, just the photos enough would be plenty to get her fired and ruin her socially... the fact that she sent them to a student would be icing on the cake.\n\n... Admittedly that's not very superheroic, which is what you were aiming for, but then like your mom said! You're allowed a few youthful indiscretions, right? And she was kind of being villainous with how hard she was being on the class, obviously just looking for reasons to embarrass and punish students. It's really like you're rehabilitating a villain, right? Or at least, teaching them a lesson.\n\n<hr>\n[[Renew the spell.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Reinforce her behavior.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Blackmail her.|RunFF21x6]]

Wasn't that the obvious choice? It seems like such a big alteration, but especially by limiting it to just you and making the alteration so straightforward, you should be able to pull it off no problem. Finishing the spell circle, you write 'Eric Amazing must be obeyed' in the center, then push a bit of magic into it. Other than it glowing subtly in a way only really visible to those with magical senses, nothing seems to change... Miss Lancer just continues her lecture, walking up and down the rows constantly looking for anyone to catch being insufficiently attentive.\n\nWriting a simple note of 'Please stop the lecture and just let us have a study period', you rip the paper up and hold it up... you figure the worst you could get from that if the spell doesn't work is a lecture about how you're not in charge. Your first indication that it's working is that Miss Lancer doesn't so much as furrow her pretty brow about plucking the note out of your hand and reading it as she's speaking. As she finishes her current thought, she concludes, "Alright, that's enough for now. We'll continue as a self-study period, though I will insist you <i>study</i>," she adds as she saunters back up to her desk at the head of the class.\n\nSome of the other students blink in surprise, but everyone looks a bit relieved as they start (supposedly) working on school-related studying and reading. You grin as you slip out a novel you'd thought you might start at lunch today and start reading. Looks like your spell worked perfectly!\n\nThe way homeroom works here is that you begin and end the day in the same classroom with the same teacher, who teaches various subjects, while heading to other classrooms for more specific things. The last period class with Miss Lancer goes much like the first... you slip her a note to just have the class do a simple worksheet based on reading, and she smoothly rummages in her desk for one and does so. Everyone seems a little surprised but just as relieved as before, likely thinking that Miss Lancer's just having an "off" day and not feeling like being her usual domineering self. As the school day ends, you linger back a little bit to let the other students leave, then head up to her desk.\n\n"Yes, Mister Amazing, how may I help you?" she asks as she looks up from the paper she's grading. Wildly enough, she actually sounds sincere as she says it, which you guess just proves even further that the spell is working.\n\n<hr>\n[["Be nicer in class from now on."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Give me your panties."|RunFF21x5]]\n\n[["Let's fuck."|RunFF]]

Let's be honest... the last option is just the most fun. Even with your mitigating influence on her, Miss Lancer is still kind of a bitch to every student she can manage... you sort of want to see her properly put in her place, with some humiliation served up along with the lewdity.\n\nYou start being a bit more careful with your orders, and when you get the feeling that she's starting to feel more suspicious or wondering why she's listening to you, you stop completely. After that, you give it about a week and a half... you want to make sure she's completely forgotten what she did under the influence of the spell. While you might have had second thoughts, the fact that she immediately goes back to "ballbusting" everyone and the class seems sort of miserable after the month of respite definitely reaffirms your desire to teach her a lesson.\n\nSo, one day after school, you linger back after everyone and approach her desk. "Um, Miss Lancer?"\n\n"What is it, Mister Ahmahzinn?" she says coolly, giving you a dismissive look. "If you had a question you should have asked it during class, it is now after school hours and you must leave."\n\nOh yeah she's definitely 100% back to the old her. Unable to help smirking, you bring up your phone. "Oh, it's just that, I thought you might have some thoughts on if I should send this to all the other guys I know," you say, tapping to show a picture of her with her face clearly visible as she lays back on the bed, two fingers buried in her pussy and the cap of a marker sticking out of her ass.\n\nIt's definitely satisfying to see her jaw drop and her eyes widen, her entire face going red. For just a second she's frozen, then she leaps up and makes a grab for the phone, which you of course step back with. "W-where did you...?! How did you possibly...?! It's <i>fake</i>, I'll have you <i>expelled</i> for this!"\n\n"It's absolutely not fake, and it's one of well over a hundred pics <i>you sent me</i>," you assure her, smirking as you slide through more of the gallery, Miss Lancer spluttering and gawking at them. "I have the full text message records to prove that they all came from you, including some pretty dirty conversations." Because of course you ordered her to text you naughty textual stuff occasionally, for just such an eventuality. "You'd be in pretty big trouble if this got out, huh?"\n\nAlmost immediately her blush fades, and trades in for her already creamy complexion going even more pale. If she's still confused over how the photos happened, she certainly seems to believe you now that they're real and you have the record to back that up. "B-but... I... please," she adds, almost choking on the word.\n\n"So listen, if you want me to keep from releasing every one of these to not only every guy I know but the internet... and I think we both know it'd be a matter of days at most before the school admin would find out, as well as most of the town... from now on you're going to do everything I tell you to," you say smugly.\n\nShe obviously wrestles with a mixture of fury and worry for several moments, before slumping. "... yes, very well."\n\n"Alright, first things first." Grinning, you continue, "Give me your panties."\n\nHer face goes red on that, absolute fury building in her amber eyes. But she nevertheless slowly reaches down to her skirt. This time is much different than the last... she's clearly trying to lift her skirt as little as possible to get the panties off, making the little flash of her pussy that you get as she works them down and quickly smooths out her skirt all the more illicit. The embarrassed and frustrated look on her face as she slips out of them and holds them out to you is pretty great too, along with the humiliated little shudder she gives as you pluck them from between her fingers. For a nice bit of symmetry, they're the same black satin pair she gave you the first time.\n\n"Oh, and from now on, you're not allowed to wear panties to class unless I say so," you add, watching her eyes go wide and her jaw drop.\n\nShe needs a few seconds to get herself under control, before almost growling out, "Anything <i>else</i>?"\n\n<hr>\n[["No, that's it."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Here's your schedule for new pics..."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Yeah. On your knees."|RunFF]]

"I guess it's important to go to school," you admit. "But I don't think I want to spend most of the week away from you guys, even if it means putting off being a superhero until I'm an adult."\n\nHazel actually looks rather relieved, nodding and resting a hand on your head. "Really I'm glad to hear you say that. I approve of you joining 'the family business', as it were obviously, but taking the time to learn gradually so you can be safer and stronger when you do so makes me feel better."\n\nHey, Mom's happy, you're happy. You're signed up for classes at a school that, from the looks of it, will be ritzier and more upscale than the one you're used to, with fewer students, but not so absolutely hoity-toity that you won't know how to handle yourself. You spend the leadup into starting attendance much as you have so far, continuing to learn mostly magic, with just a bit of extra academic coaching by Sir Rupert... well, what he considers "just a bit" anyway. Weirdly, your magical studies make learning the more mundane stuff much easier, and you doubt you'll have any trouble with your grades by the time class is set to start.\n\n"So I guess I should avoid the use of magic while I'm at school, huh?" you note as Hazel drives you to the first day of school.\n\n"Hm?" Hazel glances over briefly, then smiles. "Oh no dear, feel free."\n\nThat makes you blink. "Uh... seriously?"\n\n"Well obviously, it's only natural. What's the point of magical powers if you're not going to use them? Obviously I'm trusting you to use them in a positive, constructive way... but, well, even then one has to make allowances for being young and learning from mistakes," she adds dryly. "Obviously try not to make any, and you should avoid getting caught, but you haven't had time to learn any magic that could be <i>really</i> troublesome if it got out of hand. So be careful, but I'd say otherwise feel free to use your skills. Just... keep in mind, if you <i>do</i> get in trouble certain ways, it obviously might reflect on your future as a superhero."\n\nSomething to think about, you muse as you bid her goodbye and head inside.\n\nYou weigh the pros and cons of the school as you start your first class. The pros, it's a coed school (apparently a few all-boys schools were under consideration) and most of the girls are really pretty cute. Their uniforms have skirts in matching plaid, white blouses, and some have gone with thigh-highs or tights, essentially the only variance they're allowed other than rather subdued makeup. (Of course, guys don't get any variance at all in their blue blazers and black slacks.) It's not quite as crowded as your old school, also a plus.\n\nYour homeroom teacher Miss Lancer, however, is a mingled batch of plusses and minuses all on her own. She's hot, for one thing... like super hot, with platinum blonde hair, creamy skin, and truly magnificent and large breasts and a fantastic (and large) ass, both shown off by a tight blouse and black miniskirt as she seemingly tries to play up the 'hot teacher' look. Unfortunately, her attitude could best be described as, if you were to be uncouth, a "ball buster"... she's cold, demanding, and clearly one of those people that thinks children need to be perfectly and unfailingly polite and reverent towards adults at all time, while adults don't even need to display basic respect to children.\n\n"Mister Ahmahzihnk?" she suddenly prompts as if hoping to catch you off guard.\n\nAnd no, that's not an accent, it's one of those other cons... she absolutely refuses to believe your last name is really pronounced "Amazing" and insists on calling you... ... that. "Yes, ma'am?" you say politely, since so far you're trying to keep your head down.\n\n"What did I just say the value of X was?"\n\n"Twenty-seven, ma'am."\n\n"... Mm," she mutters, frowning a bit in obvious dissatisfaction that you actually were paying attention, and returning to her lecture.\n\nHoo. You're certainly feeling tempted to try out some of that magic you've learned right now, especially considering that you're otherwise in for an entire year of this. You know several simple spells that you could do that would either improve her attitude somewhat or at least make her class more bearable in other ways. ... Possibly considerably more than bearable. It's entirely possible you could cast one on the classroom, even, so that you wouldn't have to worry about redoing it every day (maybe just every month).\n\n<hr>\n[[Cast a spell on Miss Lancer.|RunFF21x2]]\n\n[[Cast a spell on the classroom.|RunFF23x1]]\n\n[[Just deal with it.|RunFF]]

"Right, let's go," you agree, feeling your heart leap at the sparkle your words put in her eyes.\n\nYou follow her through the streets, occasionally glaring at anyone who looks at her in a particular way or seems like they might like to bump up against her. While no longer naked and pierced by bones, you're apparently still intimidating enough that most of them give you a wide berth. Frankly you're glad of it... the whole place <i>stinks</i>. That's one thing that apparently doesn't get put into many fantasy movies... midevil-era cities smell! Everyone else seems to take it for granted, so you do your best as well.\n\nEventually you arrive at what's obviously the better part of town. The stink's even a little less bad here. Amanda raises a hand to work the ornate knocker shaped like a lion's head, and almost immediately the door is opened by a pretty woman in a long black dress and white apron.\n\n"I've no idea what your business is here, but you'd best-" The maid's eyes open wide. "Miss Amanda! Why, look at you! What happened?! Get in off the street this moment, you poor thing!" She bustles Amanda inside and gives you a dirty look when you follow after, but doesn't actually try to protest.\n\n"The caravan I was traveling with got ambushed near the Weeping Hills, Marta," Amanda replies with a tired smile. "Spear Amazons captured or killed everyone. But their leader, Eirk, was kind to me and helped me escape," she adds, gesturing to you.\n\n"A Spear Amazon? In my house?" Marta's hand flies up to cover her mouth, while you try not to scowl at how she's conveniently missing the part about how you rescued Amanda.\n\n"Please, Marta, is Karey in? I've been on the road for almost a week after the escape, and I need her help to get home."\n\n"Oh, what am I thinking, of course child, sit yourself down. And, um, your... friend... too." Marta eyes you like she'd really rather ask you to leave, but then bustles out of the room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Voice your irritation with Marta.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[It's no big deal, keep your mouth shut.|ShemaleBarbarian3x10]]

Right... altering her common sense is obviously the best option, since it's immediate results and you're pretty sure you can do the most with it. And, y'know, far less likely to get you into trouble than causing an immediate gangbang that gets her fired.\n\nYou start casually drawing the spell circle in your notebook, while making sure to still look like a properly attentive, blank-eyed drone-child. If you do this right, Miss Lancer will have a fundamental part of her worldview altered. And she won't even notice that she's behaving differently, because since it's now her worldview, it will just seem natural to her. The only real limits to it are that if you took it too far and made it in defiance of all reality or something, her mind might reject it outright as too different. Like, 'aliens are real' would be a really easy alteration of common sense, 'you're an alien here to conquer Earth' would probably get rejected, let's say.\n\nAlright, but lots of other stuff is on the table... like...\n\n<hr>\n[["You want to be the kindest, most beloved teacher ever who would do anything for her students."|RunFF]]\n\n[["All questions must be answered and requests fulfilled."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Eric Amazing must be obeyed."|RunFF21x4]]

Yeah, you've really gotta focus on dealing with Miss Lancer... obviously she's the problem. You have a handful of spells that you learned from books that you're fairly surprised Hazel let you see, but then as noticed earlier when she was entirely fine with you using your magic at school, she seems extremely open-minded. Either way, you've got several spells that could change her attitude, or at least make her more bearable towards you personally... or just plain get rid of her, likely, albeit in rather fun ways.\n\nOne would be a [[love spell|RunFF22x1]]. You could outright make her fall in love with you... depending on the potency, either temporarily or permanently. The drawback of that is that, as you might expect, it's actually a love <i>potion</i>... you'd need to make it up at home, then somehow get her to drink it. So you'd have to at least suffer through today, but then could have a much better experience starting as early as tomorrow.\n\nThere's another spell that causes "[[an alteration of common sense|RunFF21x3]]". It's sort of a mind control spell, except a lot easier to do because it basically alters someone's perception once and then that continues until the effect wears off, as opposed to constantly trying to control their mind. Still, if you get creative about it, you're pretty sure you could get some truly great results!\n\nOr you could hit her with a simple [[lust spell|RunFF]]. That was one of those you were <i>really</i> surprised that Hazel let you learn, to the point you're still not sure if she was really aware it was in that book she gave you. But there's a version of it that's so strong that Miss Lancer would lose any and all shame and self-control in her sheer need to get fucked as much as possible as soon as possible. You're pretty sure that being the recipient of a public gangbang by her entire class would get her booted, and hopefully replaced by someone with a better attitude.

You wait for Amanda to find a spot to curl up in before laying down beside her, resting on your back with your hands on your belly. She feels warm and doesn't move away from you, but nor does she say anything else, apparently content with this arrangement.\n\nSometime in the night you wake up, instantly listening for whatever woke you. You hear heavy footsteps that you identify as Hod's moving around the fire. He pauses, then turns and heads away from camp. You lay still and wait for his footfalls to return, and then lay back down across the fire. Deciding he must have merely needed to pee, you wait a few minutes, then settle back into sleep.\n\nThe next few days pass without real incident. Amanda is mostly quiet, apparently thinking over her ordeal and what she's going to do when she reaches the city. You yourself have a lot to think about... wondering how you got here, if you can get home, or if that's even possible. The thing that seemed to bring you here is now many miles in the past, after all, and in the possession of a bunch of women(?) who probably aren't very happy with you. \n\nOn the last night before you reach Adarode, you wake up to the feeling of Amanda rolling over and snuggling up against your side, apparently while still asleep. You can't help but wrap an arm around her, admitting to yourself that she's become very precious to you over the last few days. When you wake again in the morning, she's already awake, blue eyes watching your face. When she sees that you're looking at her, she blushes and averts her gaze, clambering to her feet. You have to wonder if you've become precious to her, too.\n\nAt midday, you see walls and towers rising up over the edge of the landscape. Several hours more sees more people on the road, and an hour after that you're at the gates of Adarode itself. A guard looks over Jacob's goods and gives you a long, suspicious look, before finally waving the wagon on through. Once you're inside the city proper, the two of you bid goodbye to the ebullient Jacob and the sour Hod and clamber down to stand on the cobblestone streets.\n\n"One of my cousins lives here, we should most likely visit her home," Amanda says, looking at you with a smile, and clearly trying to ignore some of the mildly scandalized looks people are giving her for wearing a (rather tattered, at this point) shift in public.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going where she's going. Lead on.|ShemaleBarbarian3x9]]\n\n[[If you get much closer to her, you won't want to leave. You have to make your own way.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n

Obviously there has to be an adventurer's guild or some sort of equivalent here, right? Somewhere you could pick up work. Your body's pretty lean but also pretty toned, and you had a really cool sword before you, y'know, dropped it... clearly whoever this guy was before you became him, he was probably some sort of adventurer himself. Of course the main problem with that idea is that, if you had to put your current "equipment" in game terms, your armor slot would be "Tattered Rags" with an armor bonus of zero, and a "Splintered Stick" with a damage of one. You really hope this is one of those "games" that's set up to allow someone who's starting from almost nothing to actually "play".\n\nYou wander around for a bit until you spot some more, well, stylish-looking people wearing bits of armor and visibly armed. Hoping they're not just going back to their inn or whatever, you follow them, but not too closely... the last thing you need is some actual adventurers deciding you're stalking them for some (likely pathetically) nefarious purpose. But it looks like you're actually in luck for once, since they go to a building that looks more like a tavern or something, but has a sign shaped like a sword with letters on the hilt reading 'AA'. You're assuming from that it doesn't mean they're here to deal with their addiction to booze. You walk over towards the building, then hesitate a little, glancing down at your shoddy state with your rags and dirty bare feet, a literal stick in one hand. It's extra embarrassing to imagine being seen not only by numerous people, but actual adventurers and quite possibly literal heroes, in this state.\n\n... Well, maybe they'll just assume your adventurer class is Barbarian.\n\nYou push open the swinging doors and walk inside. And it... really is a lot like a fantasy tavern. There are people sitting around at tables drinking, talking, and eating, or standing around chatting and laughing. You can even see a group playing what looks a lot like a game of darts. Some people do notice you coming in and glance over, but they either look away again immediately or give dismissive snorts before doing that. Yeaaah seems more likely they've taken you for a pathetic newb or beggar rather than a Barbarian. Sigh.\n\nStill, after a second of looking around you spot what looks like some sort of message board on one wall, which must be the job listings. You walk over towards it, intending to look through all the paper postings for something you might actually be able to do with a stick, when you notice someone watching you steadily instead of glancing at you and away. You pause a little and look over, seeing a woman leaned against the corner of the same wall the board is on. Her own clothes are fairly plain, lacking the bright colors that a lot of the other adventurers seem to favor, just a simple skirt and blouse with no decoration. The bits of leather armor she's wearing are similarly plain, a simple, functional brown plate covering her shoulder and half her chest, bracers, and shin and thigh guards. The short sword at her hip is completely plain and unadorned too. Despite all her gear being so unimpressive, she otherwise looks like she belongs amidst all the colorful characters, who like you are wildly-colored of hair and other features... her long hair, wound in a braid, is such a dark purple it's just almost black, and her eyes are bright pink, with pale skin that makes the little beauty mark on her cheek stand out. She's also fairly well-endowed in the chest, with round hips and curvaceous thighs, though mostly all of that just makes the kind of bad fit of her clothes and armor more apparent.\n\nYou're not sure why she's staring at you so much... you have to fight the urge to squirm, having such a pretty woman look so intently at you while you're practically naked. (Just please don't have any <i>other</i> reactions, body, that might be more than you could take!) ... Could it be she knows you? Or rather, your body? Maybe you should go over and talk to her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the adventurer.|EricMF9x10]]\n\n[[Ignore her.|EricMF11x1]]

Really, you need a capable second in command, someone to order minions about in your stead... especially since your current body is more inspiring of lust than of fear. So you need someone... something... well, both, really, to strike fear into both your enemies and your followers. Luckily, your whole myth base allows you to create just such a youma. Unluckily, you don't have the energy to make her out of whole cloth (or pure energy, rather)... you'll have to convert a human into a youma. Which means finding a candidate that already fits the idea of your assistant to some extent.\n\nYou spend the next several days lurking around the city, resisting the urge to do anything that would put you on the Senshi's map, which makes the period rather boring and frustrating. But finally, you're reading the local newspaper and find, buried amidst the back pages, a story about the perfect human for your purposes. Obviously it doesn't include her address, but you have your ways of divining a mere human's location. That night, when your candidate enters her apartment, looking tired and annoyed, you're stretched out on her couch, posed elegantly propped up on one arm. The heavyset woman's eyes go wide, and she turns to scramble for the drawer of the entryway table, only to find it already open. "Now, now, Amy, none of that," you coo, briefly holding up the revolver she'd hidden, and then causing it to disappear in a short burst of flame. "I'm not here to hurt you, so don't go trying to hurt me."\n\n"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my apartment, naked and... wearing fake ears?" the big woman growls, scowling at you.\n\nYou do frown at that, you're not naked! Just... almost. And you give your ears a very deliberate twitch to show her that they're not fake, her eyes widening again at the realization. "My name is Anubilis, Amy, a youma based on the Egyptian god of the underworld. Normally, we pounce on humans and drain them of their energy, but that's not what I'm here to do to you. I'm here to help you," you add as you rise to your feet, smiling sweetly at her.\n\n"Help me?" Now seeming more stunned than anything else, the woman's eyes follow you suspiciously as you move to stand in front of her.\n\n"A female guard abusing female prisoners in a not particularly titillating way isn't exactly going to make front-page news, is it? Still enough to make your life hard, I imagine," you continue, watching her expression sour, but just continuing to smile knowingly at her. "Your union's not going to fight for you particularly hard, they've got other, longer-employed, and more high profile members to defend. But what I'm interested in is how you were punishing those inmates who were sent to solitary... sleep deprivation, wasn't it?"\n\n"... It kept them tired and lethargic," Amy mutters after a moment, glancing away a little. "A little edgy too, less likely to talk back."\n\n"It made them restless, yes. Well, Amy, I'm here to offer you a chance to take power over even more rulebreaking, wicked young women." You can immediately see a flicker of interest in her eyes, so you press on. "How would you like to become a youma? My second in command, and help me track down, defeat, and punish a band of magical girls called the Sailor Senshi? And, after that of course, you can help me rule the world."\n\n"That's... crazy."\n\n"No dear, crazy is getting tied up in a bland but drawn-out legal battle where your employment is up in the air for months, until you're finally fired with cause and will have trouble finding work in fast food, let alone as a prison guard. Crazy is living the rest of your life like that, bored and dull and never feeling the thrill of turning misbehaving bitches into restless souls again."\n\nShe swallows hard... but her decision only takes a moment. "... Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'm in."\n\n"Good. Now, move that table out of the way, then take off your clothes. We're going to need some room."\n\nAmy blushes a bit, but nods and shoves the coffee table out of the way, clearing the center of the room before quickly stripping out of her clothes. Her body is unremarkable, broad and rather pudgy with smallish breasts and only a few hints of muscle tone, but she squares her shoulders proudly enough as she steps into the center of the room. Grinning, you raise your hands and begin chanting, calling up the energies to infuse into her and begin her transformation, the air around her glowing and lighting up with various runes. After a few moments the mortal woman cries out, body twitching and arching as she begins to change. She drops forward onto her hands, her arms and legs shifting in shape as her muscles and body expand, growing wider and thicker, nails pushing out into wicked claws as her fingers shorten into pawpads. Tawny fur begins to sprout over her body even as it takes a heavy, bulbous shape, her ass expanding and rounding out as her quartet of legs thicken, taking on the proportions of a hippo with the sleek muscle and fur of a lion, a tail pushing out from above her large ass and taking on the general shape of a lion's, though the bulge at the end is solid, the tip of it splitting open briefly to bare sharp teeth and a flicking forked tongue, even as the area below her hind legs bulges, filling out into a hefty leonine sheath and balls.\n\nThe woman's head stretches outward into a long, almost flat muzzle, skin taking on a pebbly green-grey look as eyes become beady and black, numberous teeth growing in that maw as well as a pair of long tusks. Even as her head becomes that of a crocodile, her neck thickens to the same broadness and then stretches out, sleeker scales of the same dark color covering it as it lengthens more and more, arching and winding through the air in serpentine fashion as its maw opens and it gives a powerful, almost thrumming hiss with enough bass in it to thrum through your chest. The broad, powerful hippo-lion body with its snakelike neck and crocodile head settles into being, the beast shifting its feet with heavy thuds that no doubt rattle the apartment below as it looks at you.\n\nThen the head raises up, neck twisting and arching like a snake readying to strike. But instead it changes again, the snakelike neck shifting, taking on the proportions and shape of a human torso, arms sprouting out from it and taking on shape and muscle, as other parts bulge out, the head shrinking back and once again taking on humanlike proportions. In seconds, rising from the hippo-lion lower body is a human torso, still broad-shouldered and wide-waisted, but now without a bit of fat on it, muscles toned and powerful, breasts easily the size of your head, the unremarkable hair replaced by a long plume of raptor feathers, the woman's face reshaped into something stark and harsh and beautiful as she gazes at you with black eyes.\n\n"My goddess," Ammitala rumbles, smiling to show off a mouthful of sharp teeth. \n\n"My faithful assistant," you coo, stepping forward to run your hands up her abs. "You've turned out perfectly, I'm so glad you're able to alter your shape as needed. That will be useful for our next step."\n\n"What step will that be, my lady?" Ammitala asks curiously, tilting her head, feathers rustling a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Building an army.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Battling the senshi.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Planning a downfall.|Femnubis]]

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Deciding that the mission is simply too important to risk on some potential wild goose chase, you quell your desire to go exploring, and instead clasp your hands in front of yourself and try not to start worrying about Cloud again. Besides, on further reflection, going snooping around in a place like this has the potential to result in seeing something that cannot be unseen.\n\nOne of the bee-costumed girls emerges from a room and heaves a little sigh, as if she'd just seen something un-unseeable (or done something un-undoable) herself. She grabs the edges of the costume's top and gives it a yank and a few tugs, her own fairly prodigious breasts wobbling around inside the striped spandex. Spotting you, she walks over with an exaggerated hip-shimmy that seems half habit and half a result of the large "stinger" the costumes are equipped with.\n\n"Let me guess, you're one of the girls applying to be the Don's new honey, right? ... No pun intended, they sort of come naturally after awhile," she adds in a dry tone, reaching up to run a hand through her short red hair and then adjust the costume's antenna. "If so, well, we're likely to be seeing you here in a day or two, yanno."\n\nYou try to avoid making a face. Barret had argued much the same thing... it was fairly well known that the Don's quest for a "companion" was a thinly-veiled search for new girls to have a couple of romps with before sending them off to work in one of his establishments, once they were too used and humiliated to return home. You'd pointed out to him that you had no intention of actually being the Don's companion for even a single night, but only intended to grill him for information. He wasn't much placated, and had still been sulking when you climbed aboard the carriage.\n\n"But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?" the redhead continues, apparently taking your silence for knowledge of your potential fate. "Pretty girl like you's got a lot of options, figure you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something more at stake than just trying to move upward in the slums. Here, tell ya what, I'll be a pal and let you have some of this stuff." She twists backwards to unzip a hidden pocket on the costume's tail, the angle actually raising one of her breasts enough to give you a peek of nipple. You consider pointing it out to her, then realize that with those costumes, the occasional slip isn't a design flaw, it's a feature. She turns back around and does another tug-and-yank on the top, the motion so practiced she might not even notice she's doing it, before holding up a small vial shaped like a few pieces of honeycomb. "Here, we use this around here sometimes with customers we're having trouble with. It oughtta guarantee you get picked, if you have any competition."\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her for the help.|FFTL2x2]]\n\n[[Do you really want to use something a prostitute gave you?|FFTLplaceholder]]

You decide it may not be time to use a trump card like that yet... besides, so far, you're still the only candidate.\n\nOf course, shortly after you think that, the minion pokes his head through the doorway. "Hey! Sounds like we've got a couple more girls coming, so it'll be just a little bit longer."\n\n'That's just great,' you think sourly. But already having decided to not use the perfume until you really need it, you leave it where it is for the moment. You wander around in the dungeon room for awhile, but eventually you decide to just stand well away from all the equipment... you really don't want to think about what it might have been used for in the past. You're so bored that you barely notice the two new arrivals until they're right on top of you.\n\nYou blink as you're approached by a pretty brunette in a shoulderless red cocktail dress, her hair piled up a bit atop her head before being allowed to spill down her back. Lurking near the stairs is a girl in blonde braids, wearing a rather modest but very pretty dress and hunched in on herself as if shy. The pretty girl in red gives you a dazzling scarlet smile and a bit of a wave.\n\n"Hi, you're Tifa, right? My name's Aeris."\n\n"Ah, right... you were the one sitting with Cloud on the playground, right?" you answer, trying not to let too much jealousy seep into your voice. As it is, you sound suspicious... mostly because you <i>feel</i> suspicious. What's this woman doing here?\n\n"That's right, with Cloud," she answers breezily. The two of you visibly size each other up for a moment... you've obviously got more than she does in the chest department, but she's still bigger than average. She's rather soft and probably padded in various places... but then, some guys like that. You can see her eyes roaming over your chest, arms, and legs, sizing up your toned physique and strong hips. Then she breaks the standoff with a sudden giggle, covering her mouth with one purple-gloved hand. "Poor Cloud. Having to stand over there and listen to us talk about him like he's not here."\n\nYou blink. "Cloud?" Staring at Aeris for a moment as if she might be crazy, you look over at the blonde, then make your way over. The blushing girl turns towards you, and you reach out a hand towards her to brush one of the braids aside... then give a little jump as recognition sets in. "Cloud!"\n\n"Um, hey, Tifa," your childhood friend answers. He actually looks... really pretty all dressed up like that. You would have easily bought him as being a cute girl if you hadn't recognized some of his features. He also looks far more shy and, well, vulnerable than you can recall him looking in... well, forever. You feel the sudden urge to tackle him, yank that dress up, shove his panties down and ride his cock until he moans like a girl as he cums. Maybe he sees something about that look in your eyes, because his glowing blue ones widen a little and his blush intensifies, before he quickly clears his throat. "This wasn't my idea! I mean... I agreed to it, but just because we were worried about you. This was the only way to get into the mansion with you."\n\nWrenching your thoughts back from perversion, and feeling your own cheeks heat, you clear your throat. "Um... oh. Right. Well, it's like this." You quickly explain your mission, intending to get picked as Don Corneo's girl for the night so that you can interrogate him about Shinra's intentions in the aftermath of the latest reactor bombing.\n\n"Well, it's no problem as long as you know the girl who gets picked, right?" Aeris says with another winning smile. "With three girls, whoever gets picked will be able to demand the information."\n\n"You'd do that for me?" you ask with a surprised blink.\n\n"Of course! It's to help out everyone in the slums, right? Besides, you're Cloud's friend, that means you're mine too," she adds, putting a hand to her chest.\n\nYou want to feel suspicious at that, but decide to take it at face value instead. Smiling, you give her a nod. "Thanks, Aeris. I appreciate it."\n\n"I suppose there's no need to ask who the third girl is," Cloud mutters, glancing off to the side.\n\n"You're right, there was-" you start.\n\n"-no need to ask," Aeris finishes, before both of you giggle.\n\n"Hey! I thought I told you not to wander off!" the henchman calls as he pokes his head in again. "Geez, dames don't listen. Anyway, the Don's ready for you now."\n\nAll three of you roll your eyes and start towards the stairs. Then you give a little 'oh' and fish for your item pouch. "Wait a second..." The other two blink and wait for you to haul out the perfume bottle. "A girl at the Honeybee Inn gave me this. She said it 'helps with troublesome customers'... I guess it makes guys more infatuated with you and more, uh, pliant, or whatever, if you wear it."\n\n"Huh. Do you think we need that...?" Aeris asks, leaning forward a bit to look at the bottle.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use some on yourself.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Use some on Aeris.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Use some on Cloud.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Everybody use some.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't use any.|FFTL2x4]]

This mission is too important to not accept every bit of help you can get. Besides, it's clear she means well and the offer is good-hearted. Smiling, you take the bottle and tuck it away in your hidden item pouch. "Thank you very much. I appreciate it."\n\n"No problem, always glad to help. Buzzbuzz," she adds in a tired tone, adjusting herself once more before scuttling off towards one of the rooms, apparently off to her next appointment. You feel a little sad watching her go... maybe someday when Shinra is taken down and the oppression under the plate is over, you can come back here and help her in return. Because until then, she's unlikely to find better treatment anywhere she goes in the lower sectors.\n\nA minute later Don Corneo's minion returns, alone, and gives you a shrug. "Looks like you're it tonight, so far. C'mon, let's get to the Don's mansion."\n\nSoon you're back on the back of the carriage and once more lamenting the dress's lack of support as it moves through the narrow streets of Wall Market. People move aside to let it pass and stare at you as you go... you blush as you realize they're either staring at your jiggling breasts, or they're thinking you must be the latest girl trying to squirm into Don Corneo's bed for a bit of cash or favor. Either way it's embarrassing, but you try to focus on the mission. What some strangers think doesn't matter, AVALANCHE and even the entire underground could be in danger. You look sourly at the mansion as the carriage pulls up in front of it... outside in the Wall Market, people are living in sheetmetal shacks and tents, and here Don Corneo has an actual gilded mansion... with the "unsightly" poor people conveniently walled off from view, as well. Jerk.\n\nDon Corneo's henchman leads you inside the foyer, which looks more like some sort of hotel lobby than an actual home. \n\nYou follow him up the stairs, then blink as he leads you right past the pair of large doors you assume leads to the Don's room, and instead towards a darkened doorway and some stairs leading down. "Aren't we going in?"\n\n"Wow, you're eager. Sorry, but the Don's got some business to finish up before he's ready to see you," the man replies as he leads you down the steps. You try not to wince at the dimly-lit... well, 'dungeon' is the only real word for it, complete with a table that has a human outline with manacles at the wrists and ankles. You ready yourself for a fight, but the minion simply gestures to the room before turning and heading back up the stairs. "Wait here, I'll come get you for your appointment in a bit."\n\nYou relax as he leaves... but only a little. You take another nervous glance around your foreboding surroundings, wondering if the intimidation factor is intentional. Corneo saying 'Here's where you could wind up if you don't take my job offer' after he's done with a girl? You wouldn't put it past him. You sigh a bit, then hm and pat your item pouch. There's the perfume... you could always tip the scales in your favor. Two can play at mind games...\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the perfume.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just wait.|FFTL2x3]]

"Listen, this is really important," you try again, hoping that ignoring his request will keep him from repeating it.\n\n"I've got what's really important, baby!" he crows, before thrusting his hips with every word. "In! My! Pants!"\n\nYou can see his legs tensing under the fabric and start to brace yourself, though you're not sure whether it's for the impact of his body on yours or to punch his head off. Either way you hear a sudden slam of the door and instead leap out of the way, leaving Corneo to thump heavily onto the bed where you'd just been sitting. Cloud and Aeris rush in, Cloud now attired in his SOLDIER uniform, Aeris in the simple pink dress and red jacket she was wearing when you saw her briefly at the playground. You glance at Corneo, then make a face as you notice him nuzzling the bed where you'd been sitting. Ugh.\n\nGrabbing your hidden item pouch, you do a quick spin while pulling out a spare set of your usual clothes and switching into them at high speed. Whew. It feels so good to be out of that embarrassing, sexy dress and back in your nice, modest halter top, short skirt, and suspenders.\n\n"Alright, Corneo, listen up," Cloud says as he steps up to the edge of the bed, you and Aeris moving to join him. The blonde rests one hand on the hilt of the massive sword on his back, and points at the Don with the other. "We've wasted valuable time on this fetch quest and I've about had it. So I'm gonna cut to the chase and say that if you don't tell us what's up with Shinra right now, we're going to destroy your balls like the release version of Final Fantasy XIV almost destroyed Square's subscriber base."\n\nYou and Aeris blink, exchanging a brief glance and then a shrug. Must be some sort of SOLDIER lingo. Whatever it means, it seems to convince Don Corneo readily enough, and he quickly starts yammering out everything he knows. You listen in horror to the revelation that Shinra intends to blow up a support pillar, killing everyone in the Sector 7 slums (and likely most of the people on the plate above as well). After only brief discussion, the three of you decide you need to hurry as quickly as you can to the support pillar and stop this.\n\n"Wait a second!" Don Corneo calls, flopping back against his headboard. "Aren't you curious why I actually bothered to tell you all this?"\n\n<hr>\n"[[Irrelevant answer since the same thing happens anyway?|FFTL2x6]]"

"Hm. I guess with all three of us here, we don't really need to slant things any further in our favor." You tuck the perfume away again. "We better hurry before they start wondering what's up."\n\nThe three of you head back up the stairs, and you quietly hope you don't ever wind up back in that room. The three of you are gestured through the elaborate set of doors, into an incredibly gaudy, tacky room decorated in a number of eye-searing shades of red, gold, and purple. It's dominated by the large bed, on which sits the massive form of Don Corneo. His white silk shirt strains over the obese curve of his belly, and his mostly-bald head is covered in the same somewhat greasy-looking sweat as the rest of him, which looks particularly nasty in the thick black curls of his visible chest hair. He's got a fur-trimmed red jacket on like some sort of perverse version of Santa, and he's wearing designer black pants... and though you try not to look <i>there</i>, you notice that there's an obvious bulge in the front. (Probably stuffs them.) Despite being in bed, he's wearing his shiny leather shoes and smoking a large, malodorous cigar, holding it with fat sausage fingers glittering with golden rings.\n\n"Line up for the Don!" a henchman calls, gesturing to the front of the bed. Trying not to be visibly aggravated at being so blatantly treated like livestock, you move to take a place in front of the bed, Aeris to your side and Cloud on her other side.\n\nThe Don immediately leaps forward onto his hands and knees, surprisingly spry for such a fat old man. "Hoo-wee! What a trio of babes!" He quickly scrambles off the bed and starts pacing back and forth, sizing all three of you up. There's not a hint of shame as he brazenly ogles your chest or Aerith's. He seems briefly confused at Cloud, leaning in to take a closer look at the blonde's face, with Cloud subtly looking away... then again as Corneo tries to look from the other side. Corneo hrms for a moment, moving to the center and raising his hand. "I've decided! I choose...!" You blink at the actual sound of a drumroll, glancing aside to see that one of the henchmen has pressed a button. Then Corneo flings himself to his knees in front of you. "This lady with the <i>amazing</i> rack!"\n\nYou can feel your face turn brick red, and have to clear your throat before you can manage, "Th-... thank you very much," in a slightly strangled tone. Mostly because you wish you could strangle him instead.\n\n"Alright, you two, this way!" one of the henchmen declares, Aeris and Cloud both glancing back at you as they're lead away. You do your best to give them an encouraging smile as they go, hoping they can handle whatever it is the 'also rans' are put through. Don Corneo almost immediately leaps back onto the bed, and trying to be genial, you move over to sit on the side of it.\n\n"Whoa, baby, you are hot! You are on fire!" he moans, raising to his knees and thrusting his hips a few times.\n\n"Thank you," you grumble, before clearing your throat again. "Listen, Don, I really wanted to ask you something."\n\n"Oh baby, why do we need words?" he says in a husky tone, thrusting his hips again, his tongue sliding around his lips and leaving a visible layer of drool.\n\nSuppressing a shudder, you insist, "Please, can't we talk a little first? It's really important."\n\nHe pouts like a child, then his meaty lips curl up in a smirk. "Well, maybe, but your shyness is cramping my style, baby. At least get naked! We can talk once you're au naturale!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep pushing for the info... while clothed.|FFTL2x5]]\n\n[[If it's what will get him talking, strip.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lose your temper with him.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You decide to do what you do best: full frontal kinetic damage. In other words, hitting it with your fists. You dart in towards the beast, ducking around one of its swinging arms and slamming your metal-covered knuckles into the side of its knee before quickly darting back towards the others. The creature roars in pain and staggers to one side, Cloud quickly darting in and doing a very similar maneuver, the edge of his Buster Sword slicing along the back of the beast's knee and calf. It gives another room-shaking howl as it falls heavily to its knees, just in time for Aerith to hit it in the face with a lightning bolt.\n\nWorking in such a rhythm, it's not long before the three of you finish off the beast. Panting a bit but smiling in pleasure at how well the three of you apparently worked together, you glance over at Aerith and gesture towards her wrist, commenting teasingly, "I think that's mine, actually."\n\nShe blinks, glancing at the green orb socketed into her bracelet, then blushes a little. "Oh. Sorry. Cloud gave it to me. Did you...?"\n\nYou glance at Cloud, curious how he got the materia you had in your own bracelet while he was falling from the upper plate, but he just shrugs, apparently not having any idea himself. Looking back at Aerith, you smile again and shake your head. "No, it's okay. You seem better with it anyway."\n\n"Here," Cloud murmurs, passing you another materia, a faint image of fire flashing through your mind as you accept it. "I have some extra now, anyway."\n\nYou nod and slip the materia into your bracelet, then look at him grimly. "Cloud, do you think it's too late...?"\n\nNever exactly the cheerful sort anyway, Cloud looks particularly solemn as he considers for a moment, before answering. "Either way, we should hurry. We have to try."\n\n"Right, let's go!" Aerith calls, turning and hurrying towards the stone steps.\n\nIt doesn't take the three of you long to find a ladder to take you out of the sewers. You emerge into a cluttered, dark area, the rotting metal hulls of trains rising up around you like the walls of a labyrinth. You shudder a little at the sight of all those gaping, dark windows and doors, each one looking like something could leap out from them at any time. Though there's never really any wind below the plate, it nevertheless seems like one is constantly blowing through here, cool and gritty, irritating your skin even as you tell yourself it's just your imagination. Craning your neck to see above the hulks, you finally spot the pillar and the plate above. "It looks like it's still standing!"\n\n"Then we're not too late," Cloud acknowledges, before frowning deeper than usual. "But we might be if we don't find a quick way through this train graveyard."\n\n<hr>\n[[Split up so maybe at least one of you will get through.|FFTL2ax1]]\n\n[[Stick together, just hurry.|FFTL2x8]]\n\n[[<span style="color: #FF1493;">Oh, who cares? You'll never make it. Let's just fuck instead! </span>|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"Bingo!" Don Corneo chirps, yanking on the large lever next to the headboard. The floor instantly drops out from under you, and you find yourself hurtling down into the darkness like the victim of some cartoon supervillain.\n\nYou come to lying on cold, wet stone, with a truly awful moldy, musty smell filling your nose. Coughing, you sit up and see Aeris doing the same, Cloud already on his feet between you, glancing back and forth as if in indecision. He looks relieved as the two of you get to your feet on your own, and you look around. "Where are we? The sewers?"\n\n"Yeah, looks like," Cloud murmurs, frowning as he slogs through the water towards some steps.\n\n"I hope we're not too late," Aeris adds.\n\n"GYAHAHA! You will be once my little pet's done with you!" Don Corneo's voice calls down from the long stone chute above.\n\nThe three of you whirl around as the massive grate in front of you creaks and shrieks and howls as it rumbles open, rust and dirty water falling from it as it shudders its way into a slot. With loud impacts of cloven hooves on stone, a massive... <i>thing</i> comes stomping out. It's almost three times as tall as any of you, its upper body bulbous and malformed, covered in unnatural-seeming blue skin, the huge hump of its back dotted with protrusions of bone and a pair of forward-angled hornlike growths; it has no real neck to speak of, just a sort of half-oval head just jutting out from between its gnarled shoulders, its gaping maw fitted with a bit and bridle that doesn't keep a ridiculously long forked tongue from lolling out almost to the floor. Its lower half is more like a satyr's, brown and furry with cloven-hoofed feet, not to mention an enormous hairy sack and an immense malformed shaft that really does brush the floor as it moves. Its long, spike-tipped tail whips back and forth as it gives a roar, swinging its burly arms around and reaching out its big four-fingered hands towards the three of you, the golden chains dangling from its manacles clanking.\n\n<hr>\n[[Zap it with Lightning!|FFTL3x1]]\n\n[[Hit it!|FFTL2x7]]\n\n[[Run away!|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You, Cloud, and Barret all engage in a brief flurry of materia trading and equipping, before rushing forward to confront the smirking Turk. You quickly find he's a lot tougher than his unkempt and punkish appearance would indicate... hitting his suit feels like punching a sheet of metal, and the electroprod he's wielding sends enough energy through your body to make you twitch and shudder even without the power he puts into the actual strikes.\n\nStill, you're fairly certain the three of you have this fight well in hand. That is until your enemy points his electroprod at Cloud and presses a button. A blinking yellow pulse of energy shoots out and towards Cloud. One of the materia you're using would let you put on a burst of speed and take the attack instead of Cloud... but should you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cloud can take care of himself.|FFTL2x10]]\n\n[[You can't risk it! Take the hit!|FFTLPlaceholder]]

You blink, cheeks coloring a little. For a moment there a very uncharacteristic thought flitted across your mind. Putting it down to stress, you instead simply say, "Let's hurry on!" before jogging forward into the junkyard, Cloud and Aerith quickly catching up with you.\n\nThough the train graveyard is indeed eerie, your presence as a group apparently deters anything particularly spooky from befalling you. A few monsters attack, but they're more pests than anything, quickly put down by a few strikes from Cloud's sword and your fists, with Aerith not even having to expend her energy on spells. It takes an agonizing number of minutes for the three of you to navigate the maze, including having to use a pair of dilapidated engines to move train cars out of the way, but with the three of you working together to spot paths or suggest plans, it goes much faster than it could have.\n\nSoon, though not as soon as you would have liked, the three of you scramble out onto the actual train platform that links Sector 7 with the rest of Midgar. People are running around in a panic, and you muse ruefully that news of the impending pillar collapse must have already started spreading like wildfire. You'd probably have heard about it sooner if you'd just stayed at the Seventh Heaven! At least you were able to group up with Cloud and Aerith this way, you try to assure yourself as the three of you race towards the base of the pillar. The sound of gunfire and the drone of rotors grows loud as you approach, and you look up to see the faint shape of Barret moving around, flashes illuminating him as he fires at the circling helicopter. Other shapes are moving around as well, and as you watch one is knocked over the railing and plummeting to the ground, eliciting a scream of anguish from you as you recognize Wedge just before he hits the ground.\n\nYou and Cloud both rush to his side, Cloud shouting the other AVALANCHE member's name, but by the time you get there there's nothing even healing magic can do. Wedge has just enough time to smile and thank Cloud for remembering his name before he dies. Squashing your urge to weep, you instead rise to your feet and look up at the battle raging above. Realizing that it's extremely likely no one who goes up there will come back, you turn to Aerith.\n\n"Aerith, please, there's a little girl named Marlene, in a bar called the Seventh Heaven. She's probably alone and scared, and-"\n\n"I'll get her somewhere safe, I promise," Aerith interrupts, giving a quick nod before turning and running off without another word.\n\nYou and Cloud hurry up the stairs, pausing only to fight Shinra forces in your way and comfort Biggs and Jessie, both of whom are badly injured. You wish you could tend to them better, but every moment spent could be the moment the plate above comes crashing down on all of you... it breaks your heart to leave them, but there really aren't any other options. The two of you arrive at the top of the pillar to find Barret firing at the helicopter. You call over to him, and he glances over his shoulder, obviously surprised to see the two of you there.\n\nUnfortunately, it seems that moment of distraction is all the helicopter pilot needs to dip in, a man with scruffy dyed-red hair and a rumpled black business suit leaping from the doors and racing across the metal grating that forms the floor of the plate control area. He inputs a few quick commands on the control panel, then turns towards all three of you, smirking. "There, it's done... in a couple of minutes the plate'll come down and there's nothing you can do about it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Plead with him.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fight!|FFTL2x9]]

Plenty of things to do to Ranma as a guy... especially since you can apparently switch to girl-mode yourself, if you want! \n\nHm, the menu certainly implied that no one could really do anything to stop you from doing whatever you want, but you guess it might crash the mood to be interrupted mid-naughtiness. So you could either stay here and mess with Ranma, or take him somewhere nice and remote to do so.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|RanDeb17x2]]\n\n[[Go.|RanDeb]]

It looks like from the little blurb, these potions will cause bodily changes to Ranma, altering his body and possibly mind to go along with their idea.\n\n[[Succubrew|RanDeb]] - Change Ranma into a succubus? Wouldn't that just be putting him back into female form? ... Oh waaait, you kind of remember hearing somewhere that originally, 'Succubus' and 'Incubus' were less about the sex of the demon, more about... well, who's catching and who's pitching. That's probably what it means.\n\n[[Incubrew|RanDeb]] - Which would make that the opposite... turn Ranma into a sexy but dominant demon who wants to top you.\n\n[[Bitch Boi Brew|RanDeb]] - And rather than turning Ranma demon-y, this would apparently rob him of all masculinity, still leaving him physically male but probably cute and femmy.

"Do you dare step into the most haunted house in the world? Will you defy the ghouls and ghosts with your bravery?" The goth girl standing to one side of the haunted house's entry sounds completely bored, actually examining her nails as she speaks her lines in a tone of utter disinterest. "Will you wander the maze of hallways, uncertain if you'll ever get out again? Challenge the haunted house. You know you-" She pauses briefly to cover a yawn. "-want to."\n\nWell, despite the unenthused pitch, it does look interesting. The outside is massive, and about as stereotypical an example of its type as you could hope for. Ragged curtains eternally blowing in the wind (fans), creaky shutters moving back and forth (obviously motorized), an elaborate weathervane that seems to be getting struck by lightning with crashes of thunder regularly (that one, you have no clue how they do it).\n\n<hr>\n[[Head inside.|HHH2x1]]\n\n[[Talk to the girl first.|HHH1x1]]

"Let's put this one through Repurposing," you announce grandly, making Shampoo visibly blanch.\n\n"Repurposing?! What dinosaur man mean?! <Hey what the fuck is 'Repurposing' you uncanny valley piece of shit?!>"\n\nEven at your announcement of the word, a panel had slid open in the side of your throne and extended out a screen on a thin armature, angling it up to a convenient angle beside you. The top reads 'Repurposing Selection', with the four top selections being 'Pleasure', 'Soldier', 'Labor', and 'Arena'. Hm, which one would Shampoo be better as...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pleasure Slave.|TRShampooPleasureSlave]]\n\n[[Soldier Slave.|TRShampooSoldierSlave]]\n\n[[Labor Slave.|TRShampooLaborSlave]]\n\n[[Arena Slave.|TRShampooArenaSlave]]

Shampoo blinks. "Contest?"\n\n"I mean, around here, aren't competitions to challenge ourselves basically always on the menu?" you reply with a grin.\n\n"Hm. Shampoo suppose so," she muses, tapping her lower lip and glancing downward. "It pretty much what we do, other than run around in giant crowd making dust cloud."\n\n"Yeah, after getting knocked through the air I'd rather do the other thing we do that doesn't involve chasing me."\n\n"Shampoo suppose Ranma want Shampoo to arrange and host contest?" she says a bit dryly, then just grins when you smile sheepishly back at her. "Well, Shampoo not really mind. Is usually good advertising for Nekohanten if nothing else, depending on if is big contest. And if is small private one then is not much effort anyway. So who Ranma thinking of for contest?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just her and Ukyo.|MRanCon1x1]]\n\n[[Her, Ukyo, and Akane.|MRanCon]]\n\n[[All your love interests.|MRanCon]]\n\n[[Every girl in town.|MRanCon]]

Maybe it's the fact that you've been playing this borderline lewd game with a half-hardon for about half an hour, but you can't help but glance up at her and ask, "You mean it? Anything?"\n\nHazel's cheeks immediately turn pink, showing that she's rather quickly grasped both the implications of what she said and your reaction to it. But rather than getting upset, she clears her throat. "Ah, well... yes, anything, darling. After all, you are a growing boy with various needs, and... and, well, your father spends rather a lot more time in the lab than he does in the bedchamber, so I can't say I'd be... entirely adverse to indulging you in a bit of... well. Yes, anything, dear. What can I do for you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have her suck you off as you play.|RunFF2x2]]\n\n[[Have her model naughty outfits for you.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Have her buy you some porn.|RunFF]]

Boy those titles kinda get less and less subtle as they go on, don't they? Still, you remember that cartoon series, the characters were pretty hot, and all around your own age or a bit older. Maybe this is the way to go. You fly up to the tower displaying that title and press a hand against it, then yelp as two parts of the screen stretch out, forming into hands that grab you and yank you through the surface.\n\nYou find yourself hovering between a long row of rectangular columns, which seem to contain costumes suspended inside with little labels below them to help indicate who they belong to. You suppose now that you've chosen a game to inhabit, you have to choose a character. You float along, glancing at the little cards and their short descriptions.\n\n[[Starfire|TTSStart]] - Wacky Alien <s>Sexpot</s> Princess\n\n[[Raven|TTRStart]] - Uncheered Emo Kid Telekinetic\n\n[[Beast Boy|TTBBStart]] - Trying-Too-Hard Shapeshifter Dude\n\n[[Robin|TTRobStart]] - Broody Rich Kid\n\n[[Mimic|TTMStart]] - Material-Copying OC Guy\n\n[[Bombshell|TTBStart]] - Powerhouse Female OC\n\n[[Trapmaster|TTTMStart]] - Pretty Villain OC\n\n[[Aquaduct|TTAStart]] - Moist Villainess OC\n\n[[Rook|RookStart]] - Demonic Villain-ess OC

Without saying anything, you just slide the crystal off to the side, clearly separate from the rest of the stuff you've rung up. Leanna makes a bit of a face, then chuckles softly.\n\n"Fine, fine, fair cop," she says, holding up her hands a bit once it's obvious you're not going to tattle on her, instead taking out her wallet and playing for the rest. Tucking all of it into a drawstring bag she takes out of one of her pockets, she grins and gives you a little salute with two fingers. "Guess I'll seeya around, Eric."\n\n"Yeah, seeya," you agree, waving as she turns and heads off. \n\nAfter that it actually gets busy, or at least as close to it as the shop ever really gets. Apparently there was some program on television last night about cleansing your home using various rituals and now everybody in the city absolutely has to have sage smudges and crystal arrays. You can tell Gabriella is a bit annoyed by it even as she can't help but be glad... obviously such traffic is probably necessary to keeping her shop afloat, but you have to imagine it's fairly aggravating being someone who can actually create enchanted items and cast spells to cater to a bunch of bored normies who will probably go back to calling magic "nonsense" next month.\n\nBut, with the traffic you wind up in the shop until after closing time, finally politely shooing out the last of the yuppies before locking the door. You come back to the counter to see Gabriella lifting the tray out of the cash register and eyeing how full it is. Shaking her head and chuckling a bit ruefully, she then looks at you. "Well I can't just send you off to catch a cab now. Come along then, let's have a bit of tea and then I'll drive you home, Eric."\n\nYou've long since learned to try to decline when people offer you tea here... no matter how politely you do it, they always act like you politely slapped their dog in the face. "Sure, thanks ma'am."\n\nYou follow her into an area of the back room that she's done up as a little resting area, complete with a small table and a prep area for... well, tea, pretty much. She fixes up a pot, then makes her way over to the table to pour you a cup. "Mm. You know, Eric, if you like, I could give you Leanna's number," she says as she sits down with her own cup of tea, smiling in amusement. "You've really impressed me these last few weeks, and especially today... even I might have let that jar of powdered hen's teeth slip if you hadn't reminded me. I think the two of you could really hit it off, and I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you together..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Really? Thanks!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Actually, I like... older girls."|RunFF19x5]]

"Oh really now?" Gabriella quirks an eyebrow at that, then chuckles softly again. "Hm, well, as said you are a very responsible young man, I suppose that it's not unusual that you might like someone with a bit more... maturity."\n\nShe raises a hand to her face and taps a finger along her cheek. "Hm... well... you know, I do have another niece, Angela. She's actually just graduated college and is moving back here for awhile as she investigates her opportunities." She laughs a bit as she adds, "Normally I wouldn't suggest a thing, obviously, but your mother and Angela are both in the lifestyle, and we do learn to be a bit more open-minded about things like minor age gaps. I could always give you <i>her</i> number instead!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oo, sounds good."|RunFF]]\n\n[["No no, I like <i>mature women</i>."|RunFF]]

As Hazel urged, you just look around at all the various stuff, wandering back and forth up the aisles a little. There's definitely a lot of interesting things to look at, and admittedly some of it is so cool you really want to handle it, but you tuck your hands into your pockets instead.\n\n"I doubt we have anything of interest to <i>you</i>," a voice says coolly from behind you after about ten minutes.\n\nBlinking, you turn around, quickly spotting the source. She's a woman about Hazel's age, and though she's not <i>quite</i> as curvaceous she still clearly has quite a nice body beneath the tight, thin black dress she's wearing. Her hair is pulled back tautly and wound into a tight braid that curls at the back of her head, giving her a fairly severe widow's peak and showing off very intense purple eyes that are fixed on you with an expression of light disdain.\n\n"These items are expensive and not something I'd be likely to part with to just anyone. You may be on your way," she adds stiffly, straightening her shoulders.\n\n"Oh, uh, I'm not really shopping," you admit, and when that makes her narrow her eyes you add, "I'm here with my mom, who was looking for a book. Her name's Hazel?" you add.\n\nThat makes the woman blink. "You're... Hazel's son? But she doesn't have a son."\n\n"The Amazings adopted me, not too long ago."\n\nThe woman hesitates, then nods slowly, her expression becoming... not quite warm, but less standoffish. "Yes, I do recall Hazel mentioning that she and Rupert had talked about adopting for their next child. Your name, then?"\n\n"Eric."\n\n"Well, Eric, I'm Gabriella, and your mother is not only a customer but a friend of mine." She beckons you to follow her as she turns. ... Wow she definitely has a nice butt for a woman her age. You yank your gaze off of it and try to look at the back of her shoulders as she leads the way over to the counter, sweeping behind it and gesturing to a small bowl of wrapped chocolate truffles. "Here."\n\n"Oh, thanks." You pluck one up, then hesitate briefly and glance at her.\n\nThat actually makes her grin. "You have a little common sense, then, to be cautious when a witch offers you candy. But they're just store bought, no worries. I wouldn't dream of harming you... among other things, Hazel would have my head off my neck with a snap of her fingers."\n\n"Uh... right, thanks," you murmur, feeling a weird blend of comforted and slightly disturbed as you unwrap the chocolate and pop it in your mouth.\n\n"Mm. I suppose since you're here, you're aware of your family's... full nature?" At your nod, Gabriella nods as well. "And are you intending to go into the family business as it were?" At the shake of your head, she gives a soft 'mm'. "I see. Well, that likely makes sense. Getting involved in... well, any of it... a boy your age shouldn't have to worry." She raises a hand and cups her chin. "... Mm, still, I am a bit worried for you. I can see Hazel's put a few mild protection enchantments on you, but if you were mine, I certainly wouldn't want you going out and about with just that."\n\nProtection enchantments? Huh. You'd never noticed you'd been enchanted. Before you can say anything, though, Gabriella glances deeper into the shop, then turns and plucks a key out of thin air to open up a small cabinet behind her. "Here. Let's make a little deal, you and me," she says quietly. "I'll sell you a magic ring that should help keep you safe. But let's not tell your mother about it, hm? Wouldn't want her to worry about you getting mixed up in things. Ah yes, any of these should do," she continues, turning around and setting down a small display box with a few rings settled into it. "Pick whichever one looks nice, Eric, I'm sure you'll find them all useful."\n\nYou blink at her, then look at the box thoughtfully. That... does seem pretty cool, you have to admit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the gold ring with the blue stone.|RunFF20x1]]\n\n[[Take the silver ring with the clock design.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Take the braided metal ring with a dice design.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Take the odd purple leather braid ring.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Ask for something else.|RunFF19x2]]

"Um, I really appreciate it, but I'm actually more interested in like... well, this might sound weird, but do you think I could have a job?" you ask.\n\nShe blinks. "A... job?"\n\n"Well yeah. I mean I do kinda wanna show my new family I can be responsible and not cruise on their money and stuff forever, so I was thinking that I should start looking for a job or something to do after school. I don't know if you actually need any help around here, but..." You trail off and shrug.\n\n"... What a responsible young man," Gabriella murmurs, curling a hand around her lower face, before clearing her throat. "Well. I hadn't really considered it, but I suppose it might not hurt to have someone to just watch the shop so that I could spend more time getting backroom work done, sometimes. And if you were here, you'd certainly be safe." She taps a finger along her cheek. "Now, you wouldn't be able to handle any inventory that I hadn't indicated was safe, and a number of other things, but... I suppose if you were willing to obey me <i>strictly</i>, and were unfailingly polite to the customers..."\n\n"I can do that, totally," you assure her.\n\n"... Alright then. Not every day you offer to sell a young man a magical artifact and he says he'd rather have a job. Ah, Hazel," Gabriella says as your mother makes her way back up, actually holding a small stack of book. "I was just making your son's acquaintance."\n\n"How lovely!" Hazel chirps with a smile.\n\n"Yes, he's made quite an impression on me. I wonder, would it be alright if I had him help out a bit around here?" Gabriella smiles, just that easily making it sound like her own idea, Hazel blinking in surprise. "Even with him not intending to follow in your footsteps, it wouldn't hurt the boy to learn to be safe around magical artifacts, considering."\n\n"That's a good point. Eric, if you'd like to take up a part-time job, and if it doesn't interfere with your schooling, I certainly wouldn't mind."\n\nAnd with that, it's settled. Your first few days working at Gabriella's really aren't that exciting... they mostly involve you sitting at the counter watching the area to make sure no one tries to shoplift or break something, and going to get her when someone asks for her or wants to buy something. In between that she does begin teaching you where certain things in the shop are or what they do, and how to handle some of the magic items safely. It's... well, other than the fact that you're dealing with magic stuff, it feels like really normal job training.\n\nSeveral weeks into working there weekdays after school, you're sitting at the counter, having gotten to the level where you can give minor help and actually do sales of nonmagic and not particularly strong items, when you hear the bell over the door jingle. A girl a bit older than you makes her way right up to the counter... long black hair, round blue sunglasses in place, very dark purple lipstick, and all black clothes, including a tight, low-scooped shirt that shows off her chest, a long, thin black jacket, black skirt and black hose with army boots. She pauses at the sight of you, pursing those purple-painted lips and saying, "An' jus' who the hell are you?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Who the hell are <i>you</i>?!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Oh get lost."|RunFF]]\n\n[[Unfailing politeness, remember?|RunFF19x3]]

Clearing your throat, you try to sound as pleasant as you can without it coming off phony as you answer, "My name's Eric, I work here, how may I help you?"\n\n"Bollocks you do."\n\n"He does, actually," Gabriella says dryly as she steps out of the back room and makes her way over. "Leanna, this is Eric Amazing, Hazel's son. Eric, this is Leanna Saddler, my niece."\n\n"... Ah." Leanna's pale cheeks color a little bit as she reaches up to pull off the sunglasses, revealing pretty purple eyes. "Sorry 'bout that then, Eric. Just that I've been asking Aunt Gabby about a job for <i>years</i> and yet..." She shoots her aunt a brief glance, poking her tongue out just a bit.\n\nGabriella chuckles softly. "Yes, and have half my inventory snuck out overnight for study at one point or another, I shouldn't think." \n\n"Nice to meet you," you finally manage to interject, grinning at Leanna a bit sheepishly.\n\n"Same, lovely," Leanna says just as sheepishly, shaking her head. "Just 'ere for the usual bits and bobs, auntie."\n\n"Alright. Eric, she's allowed to buy typical first-level practitioner items." Gabriella quirks a brow. "Nothing higher, understood?" She shoots Leanna a look that says she should know that as well, the girl raising her hands (and displaying her black and purple-painted nails) as if in surrender. Then the aunt goes back into the back room, and the niece off to wander the aisles, while you're left sitting there and kind of wondering if Leanna's ever going to attain her aunt's curves... she certainly seems like she could.\n\nA bit later Leanna returns, setting a small array of items on the countertop with a breezy, "Cheers." You start going through and ringing up the assortment of bundled herbs, crafting supplies, and...\n\nOop. Yeah that scrying crystal is something you remember Gabriella telling you was for third-level practitioners only. A flick of your eyes towards Leanna shows that she's standing there trying to look just a little <i>too</i> casual, so she's absolutely trying to get one over on you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call Gabriella.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Just let her buy it.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Offer to let her "earn" it.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Just set it aside.|RunFF19x4]]

"Okay, so like, you're one of the most popular girls in school, right?" you start.\n\nAkane's cheeks actually color a little at that, but the unexpected statement does seem to have backed her down a little from getting any angrier. "I... suppose. What does that have to do with anything?"\n\n"Well, that means that you're gonna be setting the standard," you point out, trying to use a reasonable tone. "But that a lot of other girls won't know what you're wearing ahead of time. If you get a really conservative swimsuit, any girl who's dressed more provocatively than you could risk being embarrassed or getting teased."\n\nThe black-haired girl blinks slowly. "So, wait. Let me see if I follow you..." She closes her eyes and tilts her head forward, tapping her forehead as she scowls. "You're saying that I have to be the girl with the skimpiest swimsuit there, or people will get their feelings hurt?"\n\n"Basically. I mean, the other girls might get jealous, but at least they won't get bullied."\n\nThat makes Akane blush again, and she opens her mouth to respond, then closes it. That repeats a few more times as she gradually goes from scowling, to thoughtful, to resigned. Sighing and muttering a "Dammit" she reaches out and snatches the hanger from you, storming off towards the dressing room and yanking the curtain closed behind her.\n\n'I can't fucking believe that worked,' you think with a blink as you wander over to stand near the dressing room, listening to the faint sounds of Akane undressing and then grunting a little as she apparently works on getting the swimsuit into place.\n\n"Okay, it's on. ... I guess. I think this barely even counts as being on!" Akane calls out after a few minutes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, let's go.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Well come out and show me!|FRanX14x2]]

While you wouldn't normally be afraid to go full-on hypocrite and deny your own logic, at this point you're afraid that if you don't go along with it Akane won't agree to wear that swimsuit to the beach. And you've gotta admit that you really want to see her wear that to the beach. So when she hands you another hanger, you just resign yourself to it and step into the dressing room.\n\nThe day of the trip comes and you find yourself on the bus, already in girlform and wearing baggy shorts and a zip-up hoodie. This darn thing was way too much trouble to get into back when you tried it on, no way you're going to attempt to do that in the likely smaller and grungier dressing rooms at the beach. You glance around the bus, noticing that a lot of girls are already blushing and squirming around, and that even their 'over swimsuit' outfits have tended towards the briefer spectrum. Akane herself is sitting next to you wearing a hoodie as well, but her shorts are snugger and tighter, showing off more of her long bare legs and curvy thighs. Of course most of the boys are already in their trunks, some with bare chests and others wearing jackets or t-shirts, but most are clearly enjoying what's already on display and anticipating arrival at the beach.\n\nEventually the busses arrive at the rather remote beach... why it's in the middle of nowhere, you don't know, it's always something with this school. Maybe that idiot principal picked it because it's the most Hawaii-like. Students come pouring out onto the pristine white sands, spreading out into little clumps and groups. And then the girls start getting undressed.\n\nOr, well, stripping might be the better word for it. Because the bikinis and swimsuits being revealed as shirts are pulled off and sweatshorts are dropped are almost more lewd than if the girls had turned out to be naked underneath. Tiny little triangles held in place by what's almost literally floss, transparent straps to create the illusion of nudity from the back, "clip" style bottoms that fit on without straps to cover nothing but the pussy and pucker. Apparently those girls who saw Akane (and maybe you) spread the word. \n\n"Well, c'mon," Akane says, already having discarded her hoodie, large breasts wobbling back and forth as she bends forward and peels down the tight little shorts, revealing her essentially bare ass. She's blushing, but you think there's also an excited heat in her eyes. "Everyone else is, you may as well too."\n\nSwallowing hard, you drop your baggy shorts, then unzip your hoodie and shrug out of it. The bikini she picked out is metallic red (maybe pink, but you prefer to think of it as red), with a small net of strings that comes around from the sides instead of the top to hold on a pair of squares just big enough to cover your nipples, but otherwise leaving the tops and bottoms of your breasts entirely bare. The bottom isn't a lot better, because even though it's not a thong, the back is made of netting, meaning that your own pucker is only hidden by the snugness of the garment pressing your asscheeks together; similarly most of the front of the bottoms is made of netting, only transitioning to the solid metallic pink cloth just in time to cover your slit.\n\nSome of the girls are looking a bit embarrassed, but most actually seem to be enjoying themselves, especially since every other girl there is dressed similarly. There are a couple of them actually covering their chests and crotches with their hands (and just making themselves look more naked in the process), but even more are doing things like striking light poses or finding excuses to stretch and bend over. One girl, who you recognize as normally being painfully shy, has her fists on her hips and her chest jutted out, one foot raised to rest on a rock to make her bikini bottoms dig in and show off that they've actually slipped inside her slit a bit, displaying quite a bit of her outer pussylips to the trio of boys she's talking to.\n\nAll three, of course, have obvious erections. Actually, as you look around, every single boy you see has a blatant, obvious tent in his trunks. They're staring openly, apparently realizing that none of the girls seem interested in rebuking them for their ogling. In fact, you see more than a few male hands brush over bare female asscheeks, and at least one full-on grope from behind that results in giggling rather than punching. Obviously the combination of surf, sand, and slutty swimwear is starting to get to the class within minutes of arrival.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to get out of here!|FRanX]]\n\n[[You and Akane need to get out of here!|FRanX]]\n\n[[What, and miss this view?|FRanX14x4]]

"Well don't just stand around in there, step out and show me how it looks," you answer.\n\n"W-what?! Come out there in this?!"\n\n"You're gonna be at the beach in it, aren't you? Me and plenty of other people will see you in it there," you point out.\n\n"..." There's a gusty sigh, and then Akane pulls the curtain aside. The sling bikini is blue with gold trim, the straps starting behind her neck and going down the front of her chest, widening just barely enough across the front of her breasts to completely cover her nipples, then thinning out as they continue on down, attaching to a blue triangle that looks like it's just managing to cover her mound. "F-fine. Here. What do you think?"\n\n"... Wow," you answer honestly, eyes widening. That seems to make Akane turn red from the top of her head down to the upper curve of her tits, and she quickly ducks back into the dressing room and yanks the curtain closed. You rub a trickle of blood from under your nose, then glance around. ... There's about six girls from Furinkan standing outside the shop staring in. Akane probably didn't notice them. But as they all go rushing off yammering to each other, you can't help but think that the standard for the beach trip has probably been set.\n\nAkane steps back out after a few minutes, redressed and with the bikini hanger in one hand. "Fine, fine, I'll get it, even if it's perverted. Now I'm picking one out for you!"\n\n"Wha? Me?!" you yelp, pointing at yourself.\n\n"If I'm gonna wear something this embarrassing, you are too!" Akane can't help but look a bit smug as she adds, "Don't forget, you're one of the 'popular girls' too!"\n\n<hr>\n[[But you're going as a guy!|FRanX]]\n\n[[... Fine.|FRanX14x3]]

You swallow hard again as you feel those hands, one from each of your friends, working over your ass. They squeeze, lift, knead, gradually indulging themselves more and more with it. The feeling of having your ass kneaded sends an unexpected thrill all through you, a shiver along your nerves that hits strongest in your pussy, leaving you getting wetter and hotter between your legs.\n\nYou glance around to see if anyone's watching and find that most people are too busy with each other. Swim trunks are already coming off and being tossed aside, eager teenage pricks jutting in the warm summer air and rubbing against exposed asses and hips, or being surrounded by slender fingers or engulfed between glossy lips. You do see a few guys looking at you as you're fondled by Hiroshi and Daisuke... and they're blatantly fondling themselves, rubbing their stiff pricks through their trunks or just going ahead and slipping them out, the sight of them running their fists along their poles as they stare at your displayed body stirring strange, intense feelings in you. You look towards Akane as if seeking one last refuge in this sea of amorous, eager bodies... and see that she's on her knees, bobbing her head along one guy's cock with her hands wrapped around two more.\n\nAs you're staring at your fiancee sucking off another man with a strange mixture of shock and arousal, Hiroshi and Daisuke lift their other hands to start kneading your tits as well, the skimpy little wrap-around top doing effectively nothing to impede their access to stroking, squeezing, and hefting the fat, firm orbs. Your lips part with your quickened breath, eyes heavy-lidded as you look down, watching their fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of your breasts, before glancing up at their faces, seeing the mesmerized looks, the almost glazed appearance of their eyes. Your head is filled with the realization of just how long they've been waiting to get their hands on your girl-form's body, how many nights they must have laid in bed stroking their cocks thinking of you, how many loads they must have spilled wishing they were spilling them inside you.\n\nAs if that fresh, heady rush of thoughts were the last gallon of water needed to break the dam, you moan and tilt your head to the side, Hiroshi's mouth quickly descending on yours, your tongues plunging into each others' mouths. Your hands reach out to the sides, cupping the bulges of your friends' cocks through their swim trunks, feeling the throbbing heat of them through the slick cloth as you rub up and down. You wriggle between the two of them as they play with your body, turning your head to kiss Daisuke for a bit as you slide your hands inside their trunks, tilting your wrists down to nudge the trunks away and let their cocks spring free. As you turn your hands to start really stroking them both, they both in to start kissing and licking at your ears, neck, and shoulders, leaving you moaning and gasping as you pump their pricks and wiggle in their molesting hands.\n\nBoth of their cocks have begun to dribble pre over your fingers when, as if by unspoken agreement, they step back, hands moving to turn you towards Hiroshi and bend you hover at the waist. Daisuke's fingers hook into the back of your bikini bottoms and pull them down... just to the bottom of your hips, just enough to bare your pussy before he steps in and starts pushing into you. You moan and grab Hiroshi's hips for balance as you feel your friend's cock spreading your pussy around it, your moans making it all the easier for Hiroshi to push his own member between your lips. He grabs at your pigtail and uses it as a handle to start fucking your mouth in a similar pace to Daisuke fucking your pussy, leaving you rocking lightly back and forth between them on your feet, moaning and sucking at your friend's prick, your barely-covered tits swaying and wobbling heavily beneath you with your motions.\n\nEarlier this morning you were complaining about having to be in girl form and wear something so revealing because you were a <i>guy</i>, darn it! Now you've got one man's cock pumping into your sodden, dripping pussy while you eagerly suck and lick at another's being stuffed down your throat, and writhe in arousal at the fact that other men are looking on and jerking themselves off as you get fucked. But your teenage brain has been sent into fuck-crazed overdrive by everything, and all it can process is how good it feels when you cum and your pussy squeezes and works around your friend's stiff prick. In fact by the time Daisuke thrusts in deep and starts pumping his load deep into you, and Hiroshi hauls on your pigtail to pull your head back so he can decorate your face with thick splatters of jizz, you're moaning through your fourth orgasm, quivering and eager for more.\n\nHiroshi and Daisuke briefly straighten you up so they can turn you around, then bend you over again. You eagerly wrap your mouth around Daisuke's cock, sucking and licking your own girlcum off of it and rolling your eyes up at him, already begging for his cum with your pretty blue gaze as Hiroshi grabs your hips and starts taking his turn with your pussy. You can feel the warm sun beating down on your skin amidst the pleasure of those cocks pumping into you and your tits swaying heavy beneath you, and hear the cries of seabirds and the roll of the waves mixed with the moans and yowls of a high school orgy (including what sounds like your fiancee saying how much she loves being fucked in the ass). Eventually Daisuke answers your pleading eyes and moans by stuffing his cock balls-deep in your mouth and flooding your throat with his cum, while after the first few spurts of his own deep inside you Hiroshi pulls out, stroking himself and decorating the full curves of your ass with the rest of his own load.\n\nYou're panting and gasping with both exertion and how turned-on you are as Daisuke slips his cock out of your mouth. More... you need more cock...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay with Hiroshi and Daisuke.|FRanX]]\n\n[[There are other cocks that want you.|FRanX]]

You'd really hate to miss this amazing view of practically every girl in your entire school year arrayed on the beach wearing swimsuits that could best be described as "sluttier than nudity". And Akane's not even getting mad at you for it. Actually as you glance over you notice that Akane's started talking to a couple of guys too, despite her (admittedly rather justified) hatred of most of the other boys at school... she seems to be telling them about how you convinced her to wear a sling bikini, blushing and... consciously or un-... pressing her tits further together with her arms as she sways her shoulders back and forth, her nipples coming dangerously close to sliding out from under the straps.\n\n"Whoa, Ranma, did you talk her into wearing that?"\n\nYou jerk your head away and look up, finding your friends Hiroshi and Daisuke drawing close to stand on either side of you, their eyes fixed on Akane's practically bare backside. Both of them are also sporting (you have to admit, rather impressive) tents while staring at her, which would normally be a reason to start considering places to hide their bodies, but you find you just can't blame them. You'd probably be harder than you've ever been if you were in guy form... actually you feel pretty weird being this turned-on as a girl. Maybe that's why you're feeling a little light-headed, trying to process the feelings of pressure low in your belly, tingling hot-cold across your skin despite the warmth of the sunlight, and the fact that you're really glad the inner lining of these bikini bottoms is pretty absorbant.\n\n"Uh, yeah, sorta," you answer distractedly, squirming a bit in place. \n\n"Well all the other girls must have heard about it and now this is happening," Hiroshi adds, glancing away from Akane towards where a pair of guys and a pair of girls have gotten even more blatant, the guys squeezing and rubbing the girls' bare asses and tugging at the crotches of their thongs, while the girls are writhing and rubbing the guys' thighs.\n\n"Holy crap is it happening," Daisuke murmurs, staring at where the shy girl is now making out with one of her admirers, swirling her tongue with his and fondling his swimsuit-clad cock as the other two guys knead her ass and tits.\n\nYou swallow heavily again. "G-geez, they're... they're gonna get in trouble."\n\n"I haven't seen a single adult or supervisor or anything around," Daisuke notes, before slowly turning towards you. "... You look really amazing too y'know, Ranma."\n\n"Yeah, I've never seen you wear something so sexy before," Hiroshi agrees, turning to face you as well, both of them stepping in closer.\n\nYou squirm as your two male friends flank you, both a fair bit taller than your girl form. You suppose you shouldn't be too surprised when you feel a hand on each of your asscheeks giving them a slow squeeze.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sock 'em one!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Remind them you like girls.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let it happen.|FRanX14x5]]

You decide to return to your personal quarters, finding you have no difficulty making your way back there now. Well, they're your quarters, it might be awkward if you had to ask Baru to lead you there everytime... the sim can be pretty convenient that way, you suppose.\n\nEntering the quarters again, you take a glance around. They're as large an opulent as ever, of course, since you doubt they're likely to get any smaller or less grand in the course of this sim. The main area is the large open place with some tables and other seating, the large bed and near it, your personal Genochamber, and a few other doorways no doubt providing access to things like bathing facilities and other necessities for your servants to serve you.<<if $haremstarted is "true">>.. oh, and your [[harem|TriHarem]].<<endif>> Beside the bed are a pair of large, plain metal pet bowls, one filled with water and the other with what looks suspiciously like... well, it's white and slimy. Gotta keep Baru watered and fed, after all. You guess.\n\nIn a somewhat raised area, accessable by a short flight of curved, floating steps, is a section with display stands and shelves, a sort of trophy room as it were. <<if $trophy is "false">>It's currently empty. You'll have to get around to making something to put there eventually, you suppose.<<endif>> <<if $nabikistatue is "true">>The solid gold statue that was once Nabiki Tendo is visible there, set on a slightly raised section of floor and balanced in a squatting position, legs wide to show off the gaping golden fuck-tunnel between its legs. Its hands are raised in a double peace sign and its face is contorted in an eternal, shameless expression of mind-breaking orgasm.<<endif>>\n\nOpposite it on the right is a lowered area full of couches and other places to lounge, a nice place to [[observe various aspects of the invasion|TriObserveStart]]. Of course it and the entire rest of the room are a good place to [[host visitors|TriVisitorStart]]... or [[make use of your Reptrin slave|TriBaruStart]].\n\nOr you could just [[go do something else|TriSelect2]].<<set $comefromquarters to "true">>

Devious World - Eric Edition

There's actually a shelf that's primarily taken up with all sorts of different crystal balls, starting with the typical sort you'd expect, clear and bigger than softballs with fancy metal stands, but a number of smaller ones as well, with most of the smaller ones settled together on little pads so that they don't roll off the shelf. It's one of the smaller ones you take, primarily thinking of fitting it in your pocket, a largely opaque red-purple quartz sphere slightly smaller than a racquetball. You shove it in your pocket and quickly make your exit from the room, checking your wards and the hallway before scurrying back through the unlit halls to your room.\n\n"W-was it okay? Did you get anything?" Julian asks the moment you're inside, tail flitting excitedly.\n\n"Yeah, I snagged this, there were a <i>bunch</i> of them," you reply, slipping the sphere out of your pocket and holding it up.\n\n"Good lord, Amazing, you got my crystal ball back!" Deacon cries immediately, practically pouncing forward and snatching it off your palm, looking it over excitedly as if checking for damage.\n\n"<i>Yours?</i>" you say in surprise.\n\n"Deacon, what were you doing with a crystal ball on school grounds?" Julian asks flatly, ears laying down briefly.\n\n"Oh, push off, Thatcher, I forgot it was in my bag when I arrived at start of term, is all," the blonde replies with a scowl, before looking to you. "Ah, right, we haven't gotten to authorized classes with them so you probably don't know, Amazing. Crystal balls are scrying tools, not too far off from what you see in the movies and whatnot. It's not so easy to look at whatever you want, but they're good for communication if both people have them. No long distance or data usage if you want to have an intercontinental video call, for one thing."\n\n"But it <i>is</i> pretty easy to look at stuff that's in the same 'space' you are, like the same building," Julian notes. "S'why court wizards were always said to know everything that went on in their lord's castle. Also why personal ones are banned on school grounds."\n\n"Officially because it would be too easy for students to look at someone else's answers or even the teacher's test sheet, unofficially because it would be far too easy to scry into the girls' dorms," Deacon says with a snicker as he sits down at the desk and starts using a handkerchief and the dice to construct a small stand for the crystal ball.\n\n"Uh, Deacon, what are you doing?" you ask, leaning over his shoulder some.\n\n"I'm going to scry into the girls' dorms, of course."\n\n"I thought you said you just forgot it in your bag," Julian notes flatly, tail low as it flits back and forth agitatedly.\n\n"I did! But now that I've got it back and no one knows I've got it back, I may as well get up to trouble with it!" he chirps, motioning his fingers over the surface without quite touching it.\n\n<hr>\n[["More like <i>into</i> trouble, stoppit."|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Make room so we can see."|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Isn't there a better target?"|RunFF11x2]]

"Better target?" both Deacon and Julian echo, slightly off from one another.\n\n"Yeah. Isn't Ms. Rythe likely to still be here, since she's in charge of the girls' dorms?"\n\nBoth of their eyes widen at that, and Deacon turns back to the crystal ball and begins moving his fingers with more urgency, while Julian hesitates only a moment before saying, "Hey, hey, is this one of those that can do the big screen projection?"\n\n"Of course!"\n\nYeah, you thought that might get them. Ms. Rythe teaches Summoning & Ectoplasmic Shaping, and while her classes are pretty fun, the content isn't the reason most boys pray to get assigned to her. She has thick, somewhat wild brown hair, lovely brown eyes, and an absolutely brain-melting rack. Not to mention the hips and whoa that ass, and if you're into it, holy shit those legs. In fact she bears a strong resemblance to Hazel, AKA your new mother, but being a teacher and not <i>your new mother</i> feels a lot less weird to ogle. But if Hazel had her 'MILFy sex appeal' dial set to, say, eight, Ms. Rythe has hers set to... ... higher.\n\nPlus, you think as Deacon urges the two of you to sit on the side of your bed so he can project a flat screen in front of you, the way she goes around in tight blouses and small skirts, you can't help but think she likes being looked at, so heck maybe she wouldn't even mind being peeped on that much. Deacon finishes messing with the sphere and turns in his chair eagerly as the image resolves into a room roughly the size of this one, albeit with nicer, more mature furnishings and a single bed, then makes a face. "Damn, empty."\n\n"Maybe she went home after all," Julian says with a sigh.\n\n"Maybe... maybe not. Deacon, move it to the women's faculty bathroom."\n\n"Right, good idea!"\n\nThe image blurs and shimmies, seeming to briefly go racing through the halls and going dark a few times as it moves through doors and walls, but then comes to a stop in a bathroom that is <i>definitely</i> way nicer than the one the student boys get to use. Geez, it looks more like one of those fancy restored luxury Roman baths than anything. But it looks like your suggestion has paid off, as there's the huge-chested teacher currently dressed in nothing but some mildly lacey white underwear.\n\n"Dear lord in Heaven," Julian breathes, his eyes wide and his tail puffing out as Ms. Rythe slips the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and then reaches behind her, copious breasts wobbling gently in the cups of her bra as she fiddles with the clasp.\n\n"Amazing, I'm going to take back most of the bad things I've said about you," Deacon adds in a somewhat dazed tone, getting up and moving to sit down on the bed with both of you, albeit where he could still get to the ball at a reach.\n\n"Thanks, I guess. ... Hey, when did you say bad things about me anyway?"\n\n"When you're not here, obviously, now shut up, it's coming off!"\n\nRight, definitely more important things to focus on than the reminder that Deacon's a bit of a dick. Because the clasp of the bra is now open and Ms. Rythe is swinging it away, all three of you simultaneously sucking in a breath at those magnificent, massive mammaries dropping heavily and wobbling a little. You'd almost expected them to lose a lot of shape without the bra, but no, they're almost supernaturally full and shapely despite the droop of gravity now pulling on them. And then they're draping even more heavily, hanging down like sex bombs being readied to drop from a plane as she slides down the panties, practically shoving her large, round ass towards the view of the crystal ball and giving you all a very good view of her plump pussy framed by her thick thighs.\n\n"I don't even care what happens for the rest of my life, I can die happy," someone says, and you're not sure who but it's not like it matters because you're all thinking it.\n\nAll three of you watch in an almost literal trance as Ms. Rythe casually tosses the garments into a small bag and then cinches it closed, tossing it into a nearby basket on the floor. She sashays over towards one of the large, tiled tubs in the same casually seductive walk she uses all of the time, her motions unhurried and showy, as if to make it absolutely clear she was going about her business and had no idea she was being watched. She lifts one of those luscious legs and dabs delicate toes against the surface of the water, cooing softly at apparently finding the temperature acceptable before stepping in and sinking in, some of the water overflowing and rushing into the small drains hidden below the edges of the tub, steam rising up as hot water rushes over cool tile. Her huge breasts bob on the surface for a moment as she sinks down, then lift up again as she flits her fingers and summons up a wash of soap bubbles, starting to scrub herself down, slowly and steadily, obviously enjoying the hot bath and the chance to luxuriate in her washing without the chance of being interrupted.\n\nYou're not even sure which of the three of you is the first to unzip at some point during watching her, because by the time you think about little things like that all three of you have pulled out your cocks and are stroking them as you sit side by side, watching the sexiest teacher in... the country, probably... bathe, completely unaware she's putting on a show for you. But once all three of you are doing that, it doesn't take much more before the pants come off as well, and all three of you are settled bottomless on the side of the bed, jerking your stiff pricks with various speeds, the absolutely overwhelming sexiness of the sight in front of you having overridden any sense of shame about a group wank session.\n\n"Fuck," Deacon hisses softly, and you have to agree, as Ms. Rythe stands up in the bath to lean forward and start rubbing her magical suds over her thighs, her already soaped-up breasts swaying and wobbling with her motions, shedding bubbles and droplets alike as they move. A chorus of overexcited groans goes up from the three of you... followed by gasps of worry as the screen briefly fuzzes around the edges, the picture scrambling for just a second before resolving. "Ah! ... No, s'fine," he grunts after a brief look at the crystal. "Probably just a little low on charge from being in a closet for awhile, it's charging now so it'll be fine," he adds, in a distracted, rather hazy tone as he locks his eyes back on the screen, hand once more moving over his slender, pale pole.\n\nSoon all three of you are moaning louder and more excitedly as Ms. Rythe innocently turns to start running her hands up and down over her ass, sliding in light circular motions that lift it and set it jiggling as well, covering it with a gleaming layer of suds too. About the time she slips her fingers in deep enough on one of those strokes to part her buttocks enough to give you a glimpse of her pucker, it's too much for any of you to bear. With different tones of soft groans, all of you start spurting, thick gushes of cum fountaining out to splatter over shirts, thighs, and fingers, Julian's eyes closing and ears laying flat as his head leans back, Deacon's eyes squinting closed as his lips part. "Fuuuuck," you moan out softly, shuddering as a last, fairly thick dribble of cum streams out and down over your fingers.\n\n"Well, I should say so."\n\nThe words cause an instantaneous yelp and scramble from all three of you, but even as you're trying to get to your feet something squishy and boneless is wrapping around your wrists and binding them together and lifting you into the air, leaving you to dangle several feet above the floor like a worm on a hook... a worm with no pants and a dripping dick. Julian and Deacon have been similarly snared, and all three of you are staring at Ms. Rythe in the flesh... the very warm, wet, damp flesh, since she apparently got out of the bath and strolled naked through the halls to get here.\n\nThe things holding you are tentacles. They're coming from her back... no, wait, they actually start in the air just above her shoulders, sort of like they'd faded in out of nothing starting there, which they probably did. She quirks an eyebrow as she manifests another of the pink-purple psuedopods and reaches it over, wrapping the tip around it and bringing it over, fists planted on her broad hips as she snags it. "Did the three of you know that scrying is actually a rather important aspect of higher-level summoning? No, I suppose not, that's advanced final term classes, how would you know that I minored in it at university? So obviously I noticed your use of a crystal ball fairly early on," she continues as she uses the tentacle to bring it in front of her face... and quirks an eyebrow. "A crystal ball I seem to remember seeing in the confiscated items locker. So let's see, that's not only sexual misconduct towards a teacher, that's violating curfew, breaking and entering, trespassing into forbidden areas, and theft all piled on top of it. You three will be <i>very</i> lucky if you're only expelled."\n\nYour throat has locked up and you can only open and close your mouth, while Julian mewls out a rather tearful, "We're sorry!" Deacon is obviously struggling to be as calm and dignified as someone can be while wearing nothing but a sweater and dangling two feet off the floor with cum still dribbling out of his cock every so often. "Surely there's some other way we could deal with this, teacher?"\n\n"At least you didn't offer to outright bribe me, Young Master Stewart," Ms. Rythe says with a snort, dropping the crystal ball into her hand and letting the tentacle she used to pick it up turn into a sort of thick vapor that immediately wafts away. She rolls the quartz sphere around in her fingers for a moment, then smiles... a smile that makes your blood go cold and your cock go fully hard again. "But yes, perhaps we can come to an arrangement. If the three of you are very, very good boys for me for this week, and do <i>absolutely everything</i> I tell you to... I might just see my way to keeping your youthful indiscretion to myself."\n\nYou sneak a glance at the other two. Obviously such an offer ought to sound like a dream come true to three horny boys being confronted by a wet and naked sexbomb. But you can tell from the worry on their faces that they also picked up on the fact that what she tells you to do is definitely going to be rather more sadistic than anything in your fantasies. Neither of them is saying anything, maybe you should.\n\n<hr>\n[["No way!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Fine, we'll do it."|RunFF]]

Letting out a few shuddery breaths, and feeling twitches in your stretched, horsecum-smeared asshole, you whimper before saying, "I'll... I'll be a good girl," as equine jizz drips off your limp cock. "I'll be a good pet."\n\n"There we go, was that so hard? Still, I think you've proven that you're not quite deserving to be my company tonight... you've shown yourself fit more to be a beast of burden than anything else. So stand up and get out of those human clothes, little beast."\n\nWincing, you nevertheless obey, slowly standing up and starting to pull off the cum-smeared dress, stockings, and shoes... actually everything has horse cum on it at this point, especially you. Drake doesn't seem to particularly care about the clothes at this point, so you just toss them aside as you slip out of them and finally stand there naked in the moonlight on the side of the road, wearing nothing but the smeared makeup and a lot of animal jizz.\n\n"Mmm, I'd like to take the time to dress you up properly, pet, the process is so often part of the fun, but your recalcitrance has limited our time, so." Drake looks you up and down, then snaps his fingers again.\n\nAlmost instantly, the horse cum coating a fair bit of your body disappears, leaving you clean as if you'd just taken a shower... as well as the strange, rather pleasurable sensation of your ass tightening back up to its pre-horsefucked state. You give a little 'eep' at the strange feeling of your hair being pulled back as if by invisible hands, drawn into a long, straight ponytail and fastened that way with a leather band. But more than that are the articles that appear floating in the air and move to slide onto your body, which you find moving to assist so quickly and smoothly you barely even realize you're doing it. One of the first things is a long bar of metal wrapped in the center with leather that forces itself into your mouth and between your teeth, straps from it looping around the back of your head and cinching it snugly into place, another long loop of leather draping down your back behind your neck... which is also soon wrapped in a snug leather binding that comes down in front and back and to the sides of your shoulders slightly, forcing you to keep your head raised and at attention. Another corset appears, although this one is vaguely reminiscent of a saddle, wrapping itself around your middle and cinching tight, once again giving your waist and hips and chest a more feminine hint of curvature. As the corset is fastening into place, shoulder-height gloves appear in front of you, your arms sliding into them without any direction from you and the laces tightening and tying themselves, your fingers forced to curl inside the hoof-shaped mittens at the end of the gloves. Similarly you're stepping into a pair of waist-high boots that lace themselves up the front, tightening around your legs as your feet are forced into a digigrade stance, balancing on the horseshoe-ended soles of the boots. You mmf as you feel something push into your ass again, the feel of it 'thumping' to a settled place inside you making you jerk a bit... looking over your shoulder as best you can with the collar, you can see that a long, faux horsetail that matches your hair color now seems to sprout from between your buttocks (or rather, the plug now inside you). But that's before your vision is restricted by the pair of blinders that appear on your head, limiting you to seeing what's directly in front of your face. You can still look down enough to see your own cock, watching as another item appears in front of it and slips over it, sheathing your limp shaft tightly and covering your balls with a snug leather sack, the whole thing designed to look like an equine sheath and sack... albeit one with a lock on the side that clicks firmly closed, making it clear it's not going to be removed any time soon. Indeed, as you turn your head towards Drake and give an 'mmf' around the bit gag, he smirks and holds up a small key with a heart-shaped top, a little horseshoe cutout in the center of the heart.\n\n"Now there's a good mare," he chuckles, patting you on your bare ass a few times as you stare at him in shock. Then he points to the back of the carriage. "Now, get into position, I'll tie you up as a spare steed just in case."\n\nYou feel a rush of fear at the realization that he intends to make you run along with the carriage, but at this point you're equally afraid of what you might be forced to do if you refuse. You turn and make your way over to where he indicated, finding that the boots essentially force you to use a 'parade step' motion like well-trained show horses, as well as the corset and collar forcing you to have perfect posture and show off your body, the fit of the gloves encouraging you to raise your hands out in front of you like a rearing equine and show them off. Drake follows and runs some long leather straps from your reins to a tie on the back of the carriage, Dullahan already having been strapped back into place in the front. You watch with growing fear as Drake climbs back into the carriage and closes the door... and then Dullahan springs into motion.\n\nYou're deathly afraid that you're going to wind up getting yanked forward and dragged with the first lurch of the carriage, so you quickly start forward with your high-stepping walk the moment it seems it's going to move. After that you're surprised when you seem to be able to keep up... it's not exactly effortless, and you can feel your body straining beneath the tight, hugging confines of the horse gear binding you, but even using the knee-flinging parade step the boots make you use you find that you're able to keep up with the actual horse. Of course you also eventually start passing and being passed by other carriages, watching pale (or strange) faces peeking out of the windows to look at your erotically-attired and still largely naked body with its sheath-captive cock and the horsetail plug in your ass, their fanged smirks making you quiver in humiliation even as you continue your high-stepping trot behind the carriage. Still, it's not like you can see them for that long, mostly just as they're pulling past your own carriage, the blinders and collar forcing you to keep your eyes on it, knowing all the while that its occupant not only commands you but that you've submitted to him.\n\nBy the time you can see the lights of an immense manor house growing ahead of the carriage, your skin is slick with sweat. You're tired, but know you need to keep on, keep pushing yourself, it's what Drake demands of you. You follow it right up the elaborate front drive, your horseshoe-tipped boots now thunking on smoothly-laid cobblestones that send firmer shudders through your leather-squeezed legs. You're fully in the bright, flickering lights of the party proper now, your gleaming, near-naked, horsegear-clad body on display to all the people (and creatures, and monsters) lingering outside. You try not to shrink from their gazes in embarrassment... not that your corset and collar would allow you to... as Drake slides smoothly out of the carriage, bending to speak quietly to the maid (attired rather similarly to your earlier loligoth dress) that had moved to greet him and passing her an envelope, which she accepts before climbing into the previously vacant driver's seat. And then you're on the move again, the carriage taking off without him, leaving you to try and spot whether Drake is even bothering to look at you as he sends you off somewhere with Dullahan.\n\nSomewhere appears to be another large, but single-story and rather plain, building a bit distant from the house. From the smell, a particularly large stables. As the carriage comes to a stop, a girl who looks like she might be in her late teens emerges from the doorway. She's wearing an odd mixture of old clothing and modern accoutrements... meaning she's got on modern jeans, but a rather antiquated looking button-up work shirt that doesn't do much to hide her large chest, as well as cowboy boots. Her hair is cornsilk yellow pulled back in a ponytail, her eyes cornflower blue, and she's probably the most normal-looking person you've seen since arriving, despite the rather ominous-looking black metal collar she's wearing with winding, vinelike designs surrounding a red stone at the hollow of her throat.\n\n"Hello~, Dullahan, it's been awhile," she coos, moving to pat your equine rapist on the haunches, before she glances at you. "Oho, and who's this?" She glances up at the maid and accepts the letter from her, opening it and glancing through, a little glint of light on metal catching your eye as she pulls something out along with the letter. "'I have a new animal this year, January, a rather stubborn beast that I've only barely broken to the saddle. Right now I'm not even sure I'll be keeping it, so don't consider it to have a name or to be particularly dear to me. I'll trust your judgement in its treatment, so do as you wish with it.' Well, that's Drake for you!" she says with a laugh, folding the letter and stuffing it in a pocket. She looks you up and down even as she touches two fingertips to the stone on her collar, her pupils glowing red as Dullahan's straps and bindings once more undo themselves and the horse makes its way placidly into the stable without any further direction. Then the blonde girl makes her way over towards you, pausing to untie the straps from the carriage and holding on to them. "So, barely saddle-broke, huh? Well, are you going to be a good horsie or a bad horsie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good horsie.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Fuck you!|HHHVampMale]]

"It's bad enough I have to suck it at all!" you snap, flushing angrily as you glare at him. "I'm definitely not doing it while wearing this stupid outfit or the entire time we're going to your stupid party!"\n\nDrake sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes so hard his head leans back. "You are such a slow learner, my little one. Perhaps this latest lesson will teach you better." \n\nHe gives a flick of his hand, and the carriage abruptly pulls to a stop, the door swinging open. You find yourself standing, yet again powerless to control your body as you get up, daintily gathering your skirt a bit as you step down onto the carriage step and then the packed-earth road. Your eyes widen again as you realize you're walking towards the horse... and then carefully kneeling under it, as if trying not to get too much dirt on your dress. Your stocking-clad knees settle onto the road as you come face-to-sheath with the stallion, your hands rising up to begin rubbing the hot, wrinkly flesh with both hands.\n\nHe quickly begins to unsheath, his pink, blunt-tipped cock sliding out of his sheath, dropping down long enough to brush against your lap as your hands move of their own accord to start fondling and stroking his massive balls. The bestial prick twitches and jumps as it hardens bit by bit, until it's actually jutting past your head, its heat enough to be felt on your cheek even without touching it. Still unable to so much as make your body twitch or hesitate on its own power, you turn your head and press your dark-painted lips to the horse's pole, leaving a light smear of red and black across it as you slide your mouth up and down, suddenly knowing what an animal's prick tastes like from your tongue sliding along it. \n\nUnder Drake's control you're forced to practically worship the horse's inhuman prick with your mouth, dragging your tongue along it, teasing the opening of his sheath, even nuzzling your face lovingly against the huge, hanging black balls behind it. Your hands stroke and pump over the length, urging what must be at least teaspoons of pre to fall off the tip and down to splatter on your cute little gothy dress. Then when your head starts moving towards the tip, you start thinking desperately 'No, no, no!' When your mouth opens right as you think that, for just a moment you're allowed to think you've gotten back just enough control to speak.\n\nBut then your painted lips push wide around the horse's flared cockhead, stuffing it into your mouth. Your hands pump and work over it with an expertise you don't possess, eagerly trying to milk it while you fight against the thought of what's going to happen. The big horse snorts and stamps a hoof against the ground even as its pre flows steadily over your tongue and down your throat, your disobedient body swallowing every dribble of it that you're given. And then with a loud whinny the beast cums, flooding your mouth, a spurt of horsecum gushing around your lips and dribbling down your chin even as your controlled body tries to swallow every last drop.\n\nYou're finally directed to pull your head back and sit on your heels, your hands dropping as you pant and shiver, your makeup smeared and dress splattered with animal jizz. You glance aside, seeing Drake's lower body as he stands next to the horse, the sound of his chuckle resonating through the night.\n\n"Learned your lesson yet, pet? I'll give you one more chance to prove that you're a good girl. Suck Dullahan here off of your own free will... I'm sure he's got another load in him, he usually does for pretty young things like you. Or are you so stubborn that I will have to get more... extreme... in my methods?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck off the horse.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Be stubborn.|HHHVampMale1x5]]

"I'll never obey you, you sicko!" you call, your voice thick with all the horse jizz you've swallowed.\n\nDrake lets out a long, soft gust of a sigh. "Oh, pet, I thought you might have learned by now that you will, in fact, do whatever I tell you, it is only whether you do it of your own will. But I suppose you are just too great of a fool and must be properly broken."\n\nHe snaps his fingers, and you find yourself turning and scooting out from under Dullahan before rising to your feet. Your hands fold in front of yourself and you find yourself doing a very prim and proper old-fashioned feminine walk (despite your pretty dress being smeared with horse cum) towards the nearby fence, while you can hear the jingle of belts and bindings being undone behind you. Then your eyes widen as you reach down and heft up the skirts, bundling them around your waist and exposing the pretty, frilly panties you put on earlier, and bend forward, allowing your bunched-up skirt to rest behind you. You're really not sure why you didn't realize what was likely to happen, but you have no power to stop yourself as your hands reach back and slide your panties down around your thighs, stretching them out as you spread your feet further apart and brace both hands on the fence, your ass upraised, your bare balls and limp, dangling cock caressed lightly by the cool night air.\n\n"H-hey, wait!" you cry as you hear the thump of hooves on the packed earth. "Let's be reasonable!"\n\n"I gave you your chance to be reasonable, pet," Drake replies in a tone that's a mixture of mockingly sad and amusedly smug, his pretty lips curling in a smirk as Dullahan gives a loud whinny and rears up, its forelegs thumping down to either side of your hands on the fence. Your only physical motion allowed is a trembling as you feel the beast shift and thrust a few times, its huge cock brushing along your ass and further mussing your skirts, before Drake apparently exerts some influence and the horse shifts to perfectly press its flared, cum-and-saliva-smeared cockhead up against your pucker. "I'm afraid we're past the point of no return on showing you your place."\n\n"Wait, wai-!" Your protests are cut off with a choked noise as the horse abruptly thrusts forward hard, burying a significant portion of its cock into your vulnerable ass, your teeth clenching and your eyes rolling in your head as you're abruptly filled and stretched more than seems possible. The horse shifts and moves above you, making your body twitch mindlessly at even those slight movements of its cock inside you, before it gives another hard thrust and forces the rest of its inhuman prick into you, its immense leathery balls slapping up against your small smooth ones. After that the beast wastes little time in beginning to pump and thrust, its powerful body moving above you, looming over you, dominating every part of you with its simple presence as well as its huge cock stretching and defiling your ass.\n\n"Nnngh, unh, nnh!" At least Drake doesn't seem to be making you spout slutty things to say this time... and yet you find the noises you make are plenty dirty on their own, probably because it's only a few thrusts in that you start cumming. It has to be Drake's control of you, you tell yourself even as your ass quivers around the mindless beast's immense throbbing prick pumping away inside you, a pure assgasm that rocks your body and has you twitching beneath the animal's belly. Its thrusts keep slamming home in you, pressing you against the fence, and eventually your corset snaps, falling to the ground and showing the bulge of the horse's member through the dress covering your belly. Your head rocks and your tongue lolls out as you cum again, and again, even the slaps of Dullahan's big ballsack against your own limp little prick adding to the humiliating pleasure you're forced to endure as you're raped up the ass by a horse and have your body enjoy every second of it.\n\n"You see how it is, pet?" Drake says calmly as his eyes move over your frills-and-lace clad form, taking in the sight of a long-haired, limp-dicked pretty boy in gothic lolita fashion bent over against a fence and getting fucked by a horse that's almost worked into a lather from the feel of a tight little trap-hole around its prick. "You had every chance to be obedient and quite likely learn to enjoy yourself, but you chose to resist at every opportunity. Now I must break you to the saddle like a horse, hm?"\n\nHis words seap through your brain even though currently your world consists of the snorting, whinnying beast above you and his big thick prick pounding into your ass. Consistently sluttier and less coherent noises spill from your open mouth as drool runs down your chin to join the horsecum already smeared there, your long pretty hair falling off your shoulders and drifting around your face with the motions of the stallion claiming your ass as if you were any mare in heat. And then he gives a long, exultant whinny and thrusts forward, spilling a load that's if anything even larger than the one you swallowed most of earlier deep inside you, your belly gradually bulging out beneath the black silk of the dress, your limp little cock spurting its far more meager load onto the insides of your skirts where they're hanging down in front of your stocking-clad legs.\n\nYou're not really aware of anything until Dullahan starts moving again, hefting himself off the fence, his now mostly limp cock sliding out of you. You whimper at the feel of his cum spilling out of your stretched, gaping ass and coating your balls and cock, as if the horse had managed to claim and dominate even that part of you by surrounding it with his seed. You pant heavily, slumped against the gate and trembling, until you feel Drake's fingers carefully touching your chin and lifting your head to look at him.\n\n"Now. Are you going to be a good pet, or are you <i>still</i> going to refuse?" His eyes fix on you, a cool, calculating look in them that says this really is your last chance. "I want you to say the words, of your own free will. 'I will be a good girl and a good pet, and will do what you say.'"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll be good.|HHHVampMale1x6]]\n\n[[N-never...!|HHHVampMale]]

"N-no way you... gay demon!" you stammer, scuttling back a little bit on the bed to get further away from him. "I'd never... I'd never do that of my own will!"\n\n"Oh, defiant on that count, are you? Going to insist that you're a straight boy even after cumming so hard from getting fucked?" Drake seems more amused than anything. "Very well, that can be fun too. Alright then, I'll let you hold on to your sexuality... as long as you can. Even as I make you do what I like."\n\n"You ca-" Your throat tightens, cutting off your voice. Your eyes widen as your body moves completely on its own, your struggle to exert control of yourself not even yielding the slightest hesitation as you roll over and get up on your knees, your ass in the air and shoulders against the bed. Your hands continue moving, reaching back to spread your asscheeks, baring your pucker to the vampire. You can feel your lips moving, hear your own voice speaking and saying, "Master, please fuck my naughty little disobedient pussy until I learn to behave."\n\nChuckling, as if only even more amused at sensing your inner outrage and continued struggles, Drake clambers up onto the bed, slapping his stiff prick against your ass a few times before settling it into place and pushing back inside you. Your cock doesn't harden this time... but you can feel a rush of pleasure, partly from him, partly from you, your body and mind apparently conditioned to love being fucked up the ass by the mind-controlling monster. You continue trying your hardest to move, to get away, or to at least take your hands off your own ass to stop spreading it for him and letting him in even deeper, but nothing works. He continues to pump into you, slow and smooth, his heavy, pale balls slapping against your smaller ones and your limp, swaying cock.\n\n"Oh yes, Master, yes, fuck my worthless whore pussy until I learn to beg for dick," your mouth says, as if you had no more control over what you were saying than a ventriloquist's dummy. He keeps making you give whorish moans and gasps, begging him for more of his thick prick while you mentally struggle against his control, and against the pleasure of his pole pumping into your ass. You blame his control over you when he thrusts in and floods you with his load again and you have an assgasm in response, your body trembling and a soft, girlish whimper of pleasure slipping past your parted lips.\n\nDrake pulls out of you, and you gasp entirely of your own accord when his cock is replaced by his long, very agile tongue pushing into you and swirling around, apparently cleaning you up. You're left wondering if all the pleasure you're feeling from that is something he's forcing on you or something real, before he rises up and gives your ass a smack.\n\n"Very well then, slut. I'll give you another chance," he announces as you finally find yourself in control again and quickly roll over and crab-crawl to the edge of the bed away from him. "We're going to a party, you see, and I'm taking you as... mm, something between a date and the bottle of wine it's polite to bring." He chuckles as you shudder at that, then continues. "If you'll get dressed on your own, it will go better for you. If not, well..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to get dressed.|HHHVampMale1x3]]\n\n[[Refuse!|HHHVampMale2x1]]

"... Fine," you mutter sulkily. "I'll get dressed." \n\n"Good, good." Laughing, Drake gestures grandly with one hand, a small trunk nearby swinging open without being touched. "Then I shall go to get ready myself. I'll return in a few moments to assist you with the finishing touches," he adds before striding out of the room again.\n\nSighing, you walk over to the chest and peek in, making a face at the frilly, obviously feminine garments within. The main thing seems to be a black and maroon dress... you're pretty sure you've seen it referred to as "gothic lolita" or something online. You toss the dress on the bed, checking the rest of the contents... not exactly a lot better there. There are stockings, panties, and even a bra that match the dress, as well as a little frill thing you thing is a sort of hat? Or a bonnet, you guess?\n\nYou briefly consider just putting on the dress and seeing if you can get away with that... but somehow think that would just incur Drake's 'wrath' again. Grumbling, you take the other frilly, dark-colored garments over to the bed and toss them beside the dress, then start pulling them on. The panties slide up and into place with annoying ease and fit, the waistband riding high on your hips and giving them an appearance of noticeable, if slight, curves; the frills on the front of it also somewhat hide the bulge of your cock, but leave it faintly visible, while the little fringe along the top of the back highlights the way the somewhat seethrough material hugs your ass and gives it a girlier shape. (You can't help but do a glance in the mirror after putting them on.) Sighing, you also figure out how to put on the little bikini-style bra, which is mostly little black triangles trimmed with a bit of maroon frill, tying it in front and then twisting it around, pulling the top bit over your head and settling it around your neck, the tiny cups resting right against your flat chest, as if just highlighting how little you actually need it... other than to make it obvious you're a boy in girl's clothing. Grumbling, you sit down on the side of the bed to pull on the stockings, which are a tight-knit fishnet style with black lace around the tops. Your legs now look quite girly too, the stockings hugging them enough to give them some feminine curvature.\n\nShaking your head and wondering how you'll get out of all this, you stand up and pull the dress on over your head, slipping your arms into it and tugging it into place. You spend a few moments trying to reach the laces in back, but it's hopeless. You're just eyeing yourself in the mirror when Drake walks back in, fastening a cufflink, now dressed in a sharply-cut black coat with long tails, elegant trousers, and a high-collared white silk shirt with a scarlet scarf draped around his neck. He smirks a bit at the sight of you, without a word walking over and snagging the laces to pull them taut. You oof quietly as the dress cinches around your midriff, actually holding you a bit more straight-backed and compressing your middle just enough to give you a more girlish waist as he finishes tying it up. He snags the frill from the bed and drapes it over your head, then hms. "No, that won't do."\n\nHe snaps his fingers, and you squeak reflexively at a strange tingling, tickling feeling in your scalp as your hair suddenly grows, cascading down your back down past your rear in a slightly curvy fall. He then passes his hands over your face, and you blink at your reflection, which now shows a lot of artfully-applied (and rather gothy) makeup with dark red lipstick lined in thin bits of black, curled eyelashes and darkened eyelids, and a faint hint of purple blush, as well as a small 'beauty mark' on one cheek. "There we are," Drake says cheerfully. "For the evening, we shall call you... Erika." He smirks as you glower at him for the feminine (and subtly East European) twist on your name, but simply puts a hand on your shoulder and turns you, urging you ahead of him. "Time to be going. Your shoes, dear," he adds, gesturing to the pair of slim, maroon-colored short heels by the door.\n\nHe leads you down and through the haunted house... but this time there's no sign of anything cheap or silly, just authentic antique mansion. And when he leads you out the front door, there's a wide, open field ahead, the nighttime land dotted with dead-looking trees reaching bare clawlike limbs towards the sky, and a small but elaborate-looking horsedrawn carriage with a single large black stallion harnessed to it waiting at the foot of the steps. Drake gestures, the door of the carriage swinging open, and after a brief glance at him you clamber in and sit down on one of the red velvet cushioned benches on one side. Drake slides in and sits down across from you, gesturing again, the door swinging closed and the horse giving a whinny before it sets off.\n\n"What kind of 'party' are we going to, anyway?"\n\n"For all the creatures of the night, of course, dear Erika," he replies, smirking at you, dark eyes glinting with the light of the small oil lamp swaying from the ceiling. "Or at least those that are fit for high society. Mostly vampires like myself, of course. Don't worry," he adds with a snicker as you pale a bit more yourself. "I will not let any harm come to you. As long as you're a good, obedient girl. Speaking of which, it is a long way to the party, I'm likely to become bored."\n\nHe unbuttons the fly of his pants, your eyes widening some as he fishes out his cock and gives it a few strokes, bringing it to full, stiff attention, a small drop of clear pre appearing at the tip of the pale white shaft. "Why don't you be a good girl and spend the trip on your knees attending me, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get on your knees.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HHHVampMale1x4]]

Well, one is good as any, right? Semi-randomly, you pick the coffin with the blue cross on the lid and steel yourself for a jump scare as you reach out to touch it.\n\nOr rather you thought you were ready. The fact that the coffin lid swings smoothly open the moment you touch it still gets a little hop of surprise out of you, if not quite a full jump. You step back as someone sits up... apparently a real person, not the cheesy plastic skeleton or goofy monster animatronic you were expecting. No, it's a real guy alright, albeit an extremely pale one, his skin stark white. You'd think it was makeup, except, well... he's that white all over, and you can tell because he's naked! What the heck kind of park is this?!\n\nHe smoothly swings out of the coffin and onto his feet, though you're not entirely sure how he manages such a maneuver... it happens really fast. Then he's just standing there looking at you, obviously considering. His hair is long, and thick, and ridiculously black... there's almost no shine to it at all, as if it were actually absorbing the candlelight. Except for thin, arched eyebrows, it's the only hair on his lean, defined body, his crotch smooth and pale as the rest of him, his balls heavy but hairless below the long, thick drape of his cock. You find yourself staring, more in shock than anything else, and yank your gaze back up to his beautiful-seeming face.\n\nHis pale pink lips quirk a bit in a look that sort of says 'gotcha' as your eyes meet his. You find yourself unable to look away from them, staring into his dark, almost black eyes as if they had you physically held. Gradually, your whole body relaxes, going limp, feeling as if you might actually topple over if he wasn't holding you up by his gaze. You understand his orders, despite no words being spoken, and step forward to kneel in front of him. Never taking your eyes from his, you duck down enough to slip the head of his cock into your mouth and start suckling at it, rolling your tongue around it before slipping it back out again to run your lips along the side of his shaft.\n\nAs his cock hardens, slowly lifting up and pressing more urgently against your lips and tongue, you continue to service him... although you do so in a daze. You can taste the subtle flavor of his skin on your tongue, feel the light throb of his shaft against your lips as you slip the head between them to suck again, but it's as if it's not really you doing so. It's as if the meeting of your eyes and his is the cord between a remote control and, well, you, and he's just sending his commands to your body. Your dazed mind can't really comprehend anything beyond the fact that you're doing what he wants you to.\n\nYou move your head in to lick at his sack, your tongue playing over the loose skin where it meets the shaft. He makes a soft sound low in his throat, and then has you dip your head a bit to actually suck one of his balls into your mouth and roll it around with your tongue. You find your hands coming up to rest on his hips as your head moves back, slipping the head of his cock into your mouth again, and then pushing forward. Apparently his command over your body is enough to completely suppress your gag reflex, since in a single smooth movement your lips meet the root of his cock, his shaft sliding down your throat completely. You begin bobbing your head in long, even strokes, the flared base of his cockhead bumping against the inside of your lips on every backstroke, his balls lightly pressing against your chin at the depth of every slide forward.\n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you spend deepthroating the pale man's prick, your eyes locked to the dark expanse of his the whole time, before he silently orders you to pull back and stand up. You realize when you turn away and walk to the side of the bed before turning back to face him that apparently he doesn't actually need to maintain eye contact anymore to control you... he's deep inside your head and overriding your will effortlessly now. He walks over and, with an air of almost boredom, as if he were just playing some cellphone game to pass the time, undresses you. You lift your arms as needed as he pulls off your shirts, then stand still, staring forward as he undoes your jeans and pulls them and your underwear down. You step out of them, as well as your shoes and socks with his help, and stand naked as he looks you over.\n\nAfter a moment he cups your chin and stares into your eyes again. Your cock, which all this time had been entirely soft, suddenly surges to life, hardening almost painfully, throbbing and starting to dribble precum from the tip. Despite your state of sudden and intense arousal, you're entirely silent as he reaches down and cups his hand around your shaft, giving it a few light, tugging strokes that coax more pre out of you, sliding his hand down to gently fondle your balls. Then he pushes you to turn around and shoves you forward, your hands snapping out to hit against the surface of the bed. You stare down at the elaborately-embroidered comforter without really seeing it even as he steps up behind you and presses the tip of his cock to your pucker.\n\nHe pushes in quite slowly, apparently enjoying the feel of you spreading gradually around him. Once the head of his cock slides inside you, the rest begins easing in a bit easier, and he just keeps pushing on in. Some part of your brain registers the pleasure of his thick, throbbing prick sliding into your ass, but he hasn't allowed you to react, so you simply stare at the bed as he pushes in until his hips press against your ass and his balls settle against yours. Then he grabs your waist with both hands and just begins fucking you... really <i>fucking</i> you, no more gradual or slow, but slamming his hips forward hard enough to shake your entire body and make your cock bounce up and hit your stomach.\n\nAfter a few moments of furiously slamming his cock into your previously virgin ass, his hands move, one grabbing your cock and beginning to stroke it in quick, twisting pumps. The other grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back and to the side, forcing you to twist and bare your neck. A moment later you feel a brief sting of pain in your neck and the soft, wet touch of his mouth. There's a strange sort of rushing feeling, as if you were suddenly moving forward very fast, even though you're still bent over the side of the bed being assfucked hard. Your entire existence fades into nothing but the feel of his mouth on your neck, his cock in your ass, his hand on your prick.\n\nYou suddenly feel a warm, wet rush inside of you, and a few pumps later he sends a shock of both his pleasure and yours through your body. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue juts out, your whole body shaking as you suddenly have several orgasms at once. Your cock jolts against his slender, agile fingers and starts spurting long streamers of cum over the black bedspread, pooling down into the little dips created by the gold embroidering. You let out a gasping, shuddering moan, and then fall forward, unconscious.\n\nSome time later you jolt awake, sitting up and looking around wildly. You're in the same room as before, though there's a different feel to it now that it's hard to describe... or maybe that's just the aftermath of getting fucked by a guy. You look over at the coffins and see that the one you opened is still there, and still open, but the other two have disappeared. You're still naked, and laying on top of the covers on the bed... though there's no sign of your, er, release earlier. As you're still trying to come to grips with the situation, the door opens and the guy... well, apparently, vampire... walks in, carrying a handful of fresh candles in one hand, and a lit candleholder in the other. In the back of your head you can't help but think 'Man, this place is a total fire hazard.'\n\n"Ah, awake, are we?" His accent doesn't sound like the cheesy Transylvanian ones you've heard in various movies, it's much more... subtle, and harder to pin down. You really have no idea what it sounds like, other than deep and with the sounds seeming to roll around for just a moment in his mouth as he speaks. He does seem to have acquired a pair of black pants somewhere, so at least he's not, well. He sets both candleholder and the candles down on a table and then walks over to look down at where you're laying, frozen in shock. "My name is Drake, and... well, you don't seem quite so stupid as to have not grasped the situation." He smirks, lifting his lip on one side to make sure and show off a fang.\n\n"Uh." You swallow hard, staring up at him before flicking your eyes away to avoid meeting his.\n\n"Though still a bit nervous, it seems. That is fine. So tell me, boy, considering that you are in my power anyway, will you obey me of your own will...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No.|HHHVampMalePlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way! You're way too straight for that!|HHHVampMale1x2]]\n\n[[Yes, so he won't hurt you.|HHHVampMalePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Yes, of course, you want to!|HHHVampMalePlaceholder]]

The wheel girl actually gives a squeal and a shiver all over her body that makes you think she might have cum a little as you announce your intention. "Reincarnation! We're going into Equivalent Exchange, everyone!" she calls.\n\nYour section of the table lowers down, and a moment later rises up with a fairly large amount of both Resources and Karma markers. "You'll be starting from the highest point, but that just means all the risks are so much more delicious," the wheel girl coos, putting a fingertip to her lips and wiggling her hips. "Of course, besides the markers, each round you continue you'll have to bet something else as asked by the wheel's Powers That Be. And for your first round..." She tilts her head upward as if listening, then smiles. "Why, you have a choice of three options!"\n\n"Careful, kid, just because you get given options doesn't mean any of them will be any good," Blayze mutters to you. \n\n"You can gamble either your race, your humanity, or your sex," the scantily-clad woman says, acting as if she didn't hear Blayze even though you saw one of her ears twitch a little when he spoke. "Which will it be, Mr. Big Roller?"\n\nWhat? You really can gamble with things like that? And what's the difference between gambling away your race or your humanity, isn't that the same thing? Or... well, you can't really say it is, you guess, especially a place like this. Still, it sounds like you have to pick one if you're going to continue, and it doesn't feel like you can back out now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stake your race.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Stake your humanity.|CyEE1x2]]\n\n[[Stake your sex.|CyEE2x1]]

"Alright, I'll stake my humanity," you answer. If they don't mean it the same as race, they can't <i>really</i> take something so vague and metaphysical from you, can they?\n\n"Oooo, fun fun fun! Alright, then we have a fresh, blank roll to start with! That means it's completely unaligned, and completely random! My faaaaavorite roll of the game is the first one," she declares, moaning softly as she actually tucks a hand between her legs and rubs gently. "So what's your move, sir?"\n\nWell, it kinda-sorta-eh worked for you last game, so, "Philanthropy!"\n\nSquealing happily again, she whirls and yanks on the wheel, sending it into a spin. It beeps its way through a number of images, before stopping on a ceramic white, noseless being wearing an ugly hat, glasses, and scarf, turning its... well, its lack of a nose up at you. "Oh deeeear, Societal Cynicism, your good works not only go unacknowledged, but largely unused because of baseless rumors spread about you! You lose this spin!"\n\nEven as your section of the table is lowering to shift your resources markers around, you can feel a change starting to come over your body. A sort of all-over tingling replaced by a faint numbness as it spreads, like the reverse of blood rushing to a limb after it falls asleep. Noticing some of the screens showing off your game, you look up at them to try and see what's happening to you as it happens. You watch as the visible skin on your face pales, then takes on a somewhat silvery tint, indented lines running up from beneath the neck of your suit. Your eyes similarly seem to be changing, the whites turning a flat black while the blue of them turns a bright, almost glowing yellow. Your hair fades even as it grows down your back and smooths out, also starting to glow faintly and shift colors, like one of those decorations made out of numerous thin, transparent strands and a color-rotating bulb. Moreover your shoulders slim out and your chest bulges out, steadily forming into a pair of C-cups as your waist, hips, and rear shift shape as well, legs becoming more sleek and curved.\n\nYou should be shocked and appalled at watching yourself become some sort of... gynoid... and at first you are, a look of horror showing on your face. But you feel a great sense of calm or... well, maybe not even calm, just evenness... steal over you, your expression similarly flattening out as the change progresses. By the time you're able to run a diagnostic on the series of logic diamonds, synthetic neurons, and quantum fiber optic cables that now make up your brain and nervous system, you're quite calm, simply turning your optics to the wheel attendant. "I wish to raise an objection."\n\n"Ohhh?" the smug-looking female responds.\n\n"You have not only removed my humanity, but also changed my sex, which was in addition to the wager ventured," you posit in a logical tone.\n\n"The Powers That Be reserve the right to implement lost wagers as they see fit," she replies, hands out in a gesture that implies helplessness on the issue. "Your humanity was removed by turning you into a synthetic... specifically a-"\n\n"Model AT-197GP-F general purpose assistance droid," you cut in, able to pull that from your new databanks. "As the -F indicates a feminine chassis type, you are saying the change to my sex is incidental."\n\n"That's riiiight!" the Risgian female (estimated age, twenty-three standard galactic years) says in a lyrical manner indicating great amusement.\n\n"Very well, understood," you acknowledge with a single nod. If that is the manner by which the rules function, it would be illogical to argue further.\n\n"Alright then! This next round will be a Cynical Society spin! Oh, and of course, if you want to continue, you'll still have to wager something of yours. The Powers That Be are saying you can wagerrrrr... your model type!"\n\n"Kid, don't do it, you're already in <i>way</i> deep," Blayze hisses at you, his eyes wide as he stares at your changed form. "Get out now before they wind up turning you into a floorsucker or a drinkspouter!"\n\nYou look placidly at Blayze, before turning your head to regard the Risgian again. You allow your assessment programs to turn over probabilities, assessing which is most likely to result in either success or, given a sufficiently low probability of such, a minimum of loss.\n\n<hr>\n[[End the game.|CyEE1x3]]\n\n[[Stay in, and play Anonymous Good Works.|CyEE5x1]]\n\n[[Stay in, and play Political Expedience.|CyEE]]

Your assessment completes, and you once more turn to the Irquan Human registered in your databanks as Blayze Hanlon. "I believe you are correct." Regarding the unnamed Risgian, you inform her, "I will cease play. Please cash me out."\n\n"Awwww! After only one round?! Are you sure?!" She juts her lower lip at you, but when you continue to just stare at her expressionlessly, she lets out a huff of air. "Of course you're sure. Darn, this happens soooo often when mar-, I mean, guests turn into robots, they get all rational and want to leave. Fiiiine."\n\n"Thank you," you acknowledge evenly, waiting for the markers to be retracted and a card to be dispensed from the table. The amount will likely be largely trivial, considering your meager winnings after the first roll, but it would be illogical to leave it behind.\n\n"Uh, so, you okay?" Blayze asks as he follows along at your side, his helmet tucked under his arm.\n\n"I am operating at full efficiency, with both software and hardware checks coming back without warnings," you answer him, blinking your optic covers slowly once. "If you refer to my emotional state, I no longer have one, so there is no need to be concerned on that account."\n\n"... Well. Look on the bright side, I guess," he answers after staring for a moment, shrugging. "So, what will you do now? I mean... I feel bad for getting you into this, so I'll tell you what you want to know about the Quatra twins if that's what you still want."\n\nYou consider various possibilities. In some ways it's remarkably freeing, not having an emotional component to choosing a path forward. There's only a reasonable, rational assessment of what the best course of action would be for continued function and optimal outcomes.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll finish the bounty and return to the Meridian.|CyBot]]\n\n[[You'll finish the bounty and then immediately proceed to another.|CyBot]]\n\n[[You'll disregard the bounty and return to the Meridian.|CyBot]]\n\n[[You'll disregard the bounty and sell yourself to an owner.|CyEE1x4]]

After considering all the various possibilities directly before you, you inform Blayze Hanlon in your now default even tone, "I believe I shall discontinue my search for the Quatra twins. Now that I am an android, I no longer have any purpose to accumulate wealth for myself. It instead makes far more sense to perform as I am designed for, as an assistance device."\n\n"Er, wait, are you saying you-"\n\n"Correct, I will instead seek out a non-artificial individual to purchase me, and potentially my possessions," you pick up smoothly. "I am now a device designed with the intention that it be owned and of use to a sentient, likely organic individual. It would be illogical to continue to operate as if I am something else."\n\n"Geez," Blayze mutters, shaking his head. He stares at you for a bit longer, then exhales heavily. "I feel like I ought to talk you out of this, but I'm not exactly sure how, outside of hacking your cortical interface and telling you not to do it. Which would be sort of self-defeating to the point."\n\n"Indeed, hardly a rational or consistent action," you agree placidly.\n\n"So, what, how'll you go about... getting an owner?" he asks in a tone you analyze as 'resigned'.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll report to the nearest used droid shop.|CyEE]]\n\n[[You'll report to a licensed ArgoTech dealer.|CyEE]]\n\n[[He's it.|CyEE1x5]]

"I have decided that it is most expedient and rational that you will be my owner, Blayze Hanlon," you inform him evenly.\n\n"Er... say that again?"\n\n"I have decided that it is most expedient and rational that you will be my owner, Blayze Hanlon," you inform him evenly. Again. In the exact same intonation and rhythm as before.\n\n"Wait wait wait," he says, raising his hand and waving it a little. "I'm the one that got you into this mess, why in every spiral arm would you think that means it's a good idea for me to be your owner?"\n\n"As I no longer have emotions, I am incapable of feeling resentment towards you for my current state," you remind him in a placid tone. "However, my assessment of the situation does indicate that your own emotional state due to this means you are far less likely to take actions detrimental to my continued existence and functioning, such as neglecting my maintenance or using me as an outlet for emotional outbursts. As well, my current resources would be of most assistance to another bounty hunter, so most logically passing my current possessions, including myself, to you would be the most logical course of action."\n\nHe squints at you, his expression indicating an increasing level of mental exhaustion. "... I'm really not sure about this, ki-... Cypher."\n\n"I have already registered you in my firmware as my owner," you inform him in a reasonable tone. "It is now your decision what you wish to do with me. Should you decide that you do not wish to fully take possession of me, I will remain at my last position waiting for your orders, until I am likely removed as an obstacle and broken down for parts."\n\nBlayze Hanlon stares at you, his jaw actually going slack for a few moments before he grumbles, "For someone without emotions, you sure are a manipulative silver bitch."\n\n"Your emotional reaction is incidental to my statement of the facts," you assure him in a monotone.\n\n"Alright, alright! Fine!" Blayze grumbles, pulling his helmet on and sealing it up, vocalizations now emenating from speakers set in the device. "I'll be your owner, I'll take possession of you, whatever."\n\n"Understood. May I suggest that we proceed to the docking area so that you may also take full possession of my other property?"\n\n"You sure are bossy for an 'object'," Blayze Hanlon says at a low volume, pulling the hood of his jacket into place. "But fine, fine, lead on, O servitudal one."\n\nDeciding that his facetiousness does not require acknowledgement, you immediately turn and make your way through the station, following the path back to the docking bay. When you enter the airlock, Blayze Hanlon close behind you, Sierra's voice greets you with, "Hey, Boss! Wow, I like your new complexion, looking shiny!"\n\n"Thank you," you acknowledge evenly. "I have been transmogrified into a model AT-197GP-F general purpose assistance droid."\n\n"Yeah, it did sort of look like that. So what's up besides that, Boss, who's the new guy?"\n\n"This individual is Blayze Hanlon, a registered bounty hunter," you explain. "He is now my owner. As such, please register him as your owner as well."\n\n"Okie-dokie, Cypherbot!" Sierra's voice says without hesitation. "Hi, Boss, welcome aboard! I'm Sierra, a sentient starship. I have a constantly updating set of wormhole maps and a variable chassis, as well as cutting edge matter-to-energy conversion functions!"\n\n"... This is not what I was expecting when I stepped up to the Karmic Wheel today," Blayze Hanlon murmurs, looking around Sierra's interior. "But, uh, thanks, Sierra. Glad to be aboard, I guess. Although I'm not sure what to do with my own ship, I'm kind of attached to the Razor."\n\n"Oh, that's no problem! I have another ability I've never gotten to use before that can take care of that!"\n\nSoon the interior is shifting around you, growing wider and longer, the visible parts of Sierra's inner hull taking on a faintly golden hue as if they were being infused partially with brass. The layout shifts, seats taking on a different configuration and what looks like a second level of the ship appearing, to judge by the ladder entrance that appears nearby. "There, I've completely integrated with your ship, Boss," Sierra's voice informs Blayze Hanlon. "Or integrated your ship with me, whichever way you want to look at it. I blended the exteriors together pretty well, but if you decide you don't like it when you get a chance to take a look, I can always change it."\n\n"Holy hell," your owner murmurs as he takes a look around. After a moment he reaches up to remove his helmet again. "That's... wild. Hm, wonder what we should call you now?"\n\n"Since you said you were attached to it, I kept the Razor's registry beacon," Sierra answers. "Though I can turn it on and off or alter it at will now. Even though I am still the ship, I guess you could call the chassis the Razor and the computer me, that is, Sierra, if you wanted to."\n\n"Seems a good compromise." Blayze Hanlon looks over at you where you've been standing silently off to the side during all of this. "Any objections, Cypher?"\n\n"Of course not," you answer.\n\n"Riiight. Okay, well, it's been a long day. Sierra, plot a course to system Ajax 998, if you would? I mean, I guess you can do that, right?"\n\n"Sure, Boss! If you're looking to get some shuteye, I put your quarters on the second level, gave them a few upgrades you should enjoy while I was at it."\n\n"Thanks." He runs a hand through his hair, then looks at you. "Ah, Cypher, I guess... do whatever you want?" he suggests, before walking over to the ladder area and sliding down rather than using the rungs.\n\nYou watch him go, optics adjusting with a quiet whirr. Without emotions, what you 'want' is essentially to continue functioning and being useful, thus you have no need for entertainment pursuits or keeping yourself occupied with non-productive activities. As such, you suppose you should determine the best course of action at this juncture.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit and wait.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Interface with Sierra.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Service your owner.|CyEE]]

"H-honest, I didn't do it, I really didn't!" you insist with a sniffle.\n\n"Now I might have believed you at one point, but I took the opportunity to cast a truth-detection spell while I've got you helpless like this," Hazel says coolly, your eyes widening. "So this time I absolutely <i>know</i> you're lying." You duck your head, then give a soft 'erk' as she yanks your pants and underwear further down your legs and off, along with your socks and shoes. "Now stand up."\n\nUtterly embarrassed, you get to your feet, biting your lower lip as you try to hold your shirt down over your stiff cock, shivering a little in a mixture of sensation and humiliation as a bit of pre leaks right through the cloth. It only gets worse when Hazel says, "Shirt off, hands at your sides." But by now it's clear you've completely and thoroughly invoked her wrath, so you meekly obey, pulling off your shirt and dropping it aside and standing with your hands at your sides, dick jutting out in front of you freely.\n\n"Now. I am of the opinion that spanking does not work as physical punishment on boys, because boys are used to getting banged up," your mother says coolly. "You'd be over it in minutes. The point of it is to feel embarrassed and powerless, as you're now feeling. Now, I consider lying to family a <i>very</i> serious offense, especially in a situation like this, so I think you need a particularly heavy dose of embarrassment as punishment. Specifically, a curse."\n\n"W-wait, a curse?!" you yelp, but even as you say it Hazel is wiggling one of her fingers, and you feel yourself going stiff, unable to move. Ironically, a second later your cock droops and goes completely limp... then actually starts to shrink a bit, your eyes widening as it grows smaller. And as it gets smaller, pink metal bands appear around it, wrapping around the entirety of your shaft and sack and fitting into place, a little heart-shaped lock clicking into being atop it. The rest of your body also begins to change, becoming more slender, your skin turning softer and smoother, your nipples getting pinker and puffing out more. Your hair drifts down in thick, shiny curls to hang just past your shoulders, and out of the corner of your eye you can see it turning bright shiny blonde.\n\n"There, I'll just leave your face as-is," Hazel says with satisfaction as she snaps her fingers, and you stagger a little at suddenly being released. "We want your schoolmates able to recognize you, after all."\n\n"M-mom?! What did you-?!" You stop and clap your hands over your mouth, realizing how girly and sweet your own voice sounded.\n\n"As I said, I've put a curse on you that completely robs you of all masculinity until you've been sufficiently humiliated for your transgression," Hazel says calmly. "As you suffer embarrassment, the curse will gradually lift until you're back to normal."\n\n"I-I'm super embarrassed already!" you whine, squirming back and forth in place and unable to help noticing that even those motions are extremely girlish.\n\n"Tsk tsk, the embarrassment of being seen like this barely even counts," Hazel says, rising to her feet and wagging a finger. "If you just wait for <i>that</i> to make the curse wear off, you'll be waiting a very long time dear. If I were you, I'd begin looking for opportunities to increase your embarrassment factor, so that you can get back to normal sooner, lesson thoroughly learned."\n\nSniffling and pouting, you grab your clothes and race back to your room. You spend about an hour sulking, then wander out, having had to cinch your pants tight around your more slender waist and practically swimming in one of your shirts as you make your way up to the lab. "Daaaaad," you whine softly.\n\n"I'm sorry, Eric," Sir Rupert says as he turns towards you, looking at you over the rim of his glasses. "Your mother feels very firmly about this one. I may not agree with her methods entirely, but I'm also not going to be able to talk her out of it, I'm afraid. You'll just have to ride this one out."\n\n"B-but," you whimper.\n\n"That's just the way it is, son. Now, it sounds like you might benefit from the embarrassment of wearing clothes that match your current appearance, so I had a lot of Elaine's old clothing brought up from storage. I put the boxes in your room, they're there if you'd like them."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Fine."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Okay, but then could you help... embarrass me?"|RunFF]]

Can't help but feel like you definitely want to claim the girls for yourself. ... In fact, you have a fun idea for exactly what to do with that. You browse the menu for the fertility elixer options... when you were doing a quick look-through before you recalled seeing that you could spawn some of them as jewelry that kept the command constant instead. Ah, yeah, there's one that works for guys and guarantees they'll knock up any girl whose pussy they fuck. You manifest it as a particularly shiny silver ring and slip it on your finger... and grunt softly as your cock, still stimulated from earlier, goes from "hard" to "throbbingly hard". A glance down shows it outlining your pants clearly, and even a small dark spot starting to grow at the head... your balls look bigger even through the loose pants, too, they must be overfull.\n\nWhatever else you do, you're definitely going to knock up the entire female cast! Grinning smugly, you try to decide where to start.\n\n<<if $slutranmaknockedup is not "true">>[[Ranma|RanDebSA1x5]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutakaneknockedup is not "true">>[[Akane|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutnabikiknockedup is not "true">>[[Nabiki|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutkasumiknockedup is not "true">>[[Kasumi|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutshampooknockedup is not "true">>[[Shampoo|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutukyoknockedup is not "true">>[[Ukyo|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutkodachiknockedup is not "true">>[[Kodachi|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>\n<<if $slutnodokaknockedup is not "true">>[[Nodoka|RanDebSA1x]]<br><<endif>>

Time to go knock up the title character~! Grinning, you do a quick check with the title menu. Looks like Ranma is still where you left him, in his room and alone, perfect. You go ahead and spawn a large glass of ice water and then head on over, tossing it on him the moment you walk in the door.\n\n"Gah! What are you-!" Ranma manages to get out before the water splashes over him, and he's abruptly a she. The petite, busty redhead pops to her feet, takling a moment to wring out her pigtail with the air of long practice... before immediately shucking her pants and underwear, announcing as she steps out of them and kicks them away, "Man, guy me always wears <i>way</i> too many clothes!" she declares, flapping the hem of her shirt and showing off her bare pussy briefly, before she glances over at you... and smirks. "Whoa, that a baseball bat in your pants or you happy to see me, Eric?"\n\n"That or a solution to your problem," you answer with a smirk, reaching down to give the bulge of your cock a blatant squeeze and watching her tongue flick over her lips. "If you don't like your guy form's fashion sense, how about I knock you up so you never have to change back into one?" You kind of assume it works like that after all, lots of fanfics and doujins seem to think so anyway.\n\nRanma's pretty blue eyes instantly light up. "Holy shit, yeah, that's a great idea!" She yanks her shirt off so enthusiastically several of the clasps go flying, but apparently that doesn't concern her. Instead she quickly settles onto the ground and lays on her back, hauling her legs towards her with her arms and letting them frame her large tits, displaying her obviously dripping pussy and her tight little pucker to you. "Let's get that shit done, cuz! The sooner you fill me with babies the sooner I can be a full-time cocksheath!"\n\nYou're mildly curious if her enthusiasm and boorishness is something that was implanted by the change or if it's just the natural result of someone enthusiastic and boorish turning into a slut. Well, either way! Grinning, you quickly discard your own clothes and move into position atop her, rubbing the underside of your enlarged prick along the cleft of her slick pussy and pressing it between those thick, puffy lips. Since she was in such a hurry to get knocked up when you suggested it, though, you don't play for long, instead drawing back enough to position yourself before slamming into her, Ranma squealing happily as her flat stomach bulges up enough to show just how deep into her you've penetrated. You start pounding down into her, pushing on her heels to help keep her in the mating press position, your heavy, constantly overfull balls slapping against her asshole.\n\n"Nnnnh yeah stretch my whore pussy with that big dick and knock me up!" Ranma groans out, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in the throes of pleasure, her hips twitching and bucking up towards you as much as they can in her position. "Ffffuck yeah fill me with fuckin' gallons of cum and turn me into yer breeding bitch fuck yeah cuz!"\n\nHearing the "man among men" beg you to fuck her and knock her up is definitely doing it for you. Grinning even more, you start slamming down into her harder, really making your overfull balls slap against her audibly, pleased as both the harder fucking and the ever-growing load intended to knock her up makes Ranma's lips curl in an idiotic smile and her eyes roll. "That's what you want, huh? You wanna get knocked up and never be a man again?"\n\n"Yessss fuck fuck fuck me I wanna be a good little slut who lets real men fuck her holes all day fuck me knock me up do it do it pleeeease!" she squeals in what's certainly a girlish way, if 'girlish' and 'absolute shameless whore' meant the same thing. \n\nStill, you don't want to disappoint her, and besides this ring is just filling your balls with so much potent cum that they're starting to ache, even if it's a pleasant throb every time they slap against Ranma's skin. All the same you stop holding back, grunting as you thrust down and let go, emptying that built-up load into her. Ranma's eyes roll up further, her smile growing as her body shudders, her belly gradually rounding out and bulging. "I can feel it, fuuuuck I can feel you knocking me up and turning me into a girl forever, fuck yeeees fuck I'mma have your babies gonna have so many fuckin' babies yeeees," she groans before descending into inarticulate mewling and moaning.<<set $slutranmaknockedup to "true">>\n\nMoaning yourself, you eventually pull out of her gaping, overfilled pussy, cum immediately pooling between her stretched pussylips as your still-hard, still-dripping cock wobbles lightly above it. After a few seconds you grin and sit back, grabbing her hips and hauling her over onto her front. Once she realizes your intent she helps with a will, pushing herself up onto all fours, cum now dribbling out of her well-fucked pussy and onto the floor as you rub the tip of your jizz-lubed prick against her pucker. "Let's celebrate the destruction of your manhood by making sure you get a load in all three holes, huh?"\n\n"Mmmm fuck yeah," she groans as you push into her ass without waiting for confirmation, spreading the tight, hot little hole wide around your cheat-enhanced prick, stretching it open in one long, smooth push inside her until your rapidly refilling balls come to rest against the creamy mess that is her cunt. Ranma's already rocking her body and shaking her hips by the time you start pulling back for your first thrust, her heavy breasts shaking beneath her. "Fuck my whore ass hard and make my tits bounce, baby, let's get this slut show started!" she squeals excitedly, despite clearly having started the slut show already.\n\nStill you smirk and grab her by the waist, starting to pound the knocked-up redhead's tight rear hole good and hard as requested and really make those titties jiggle underneath her. The redhead gives an even happier squeal as you move one hand up to grab her pigtail and yank on it, the former manly-man drooling down her chin as her tongue flops and her eyes roll again in pleasure from being fucked in the ass by her cousin. The motion makes her lightly-bulged cumbelly wobble too, though the impact is jarring most of it out to dribble over your balls and splatter on the floor. \n\n"Nnh your cock feels so good in my dumb bitch ass fuck my asspussy fuck me use me fuuuuck!" Ranma groans happily, clearly still reveling in having been freed forever of her guy form and allowed to be all the cock addict she can be. Her self-demeaning profanity trails off into a long "Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" of delight as you grab her hips and slam into her hard before pumping another immense load... followed by more happily-pleasured yips as you spank and smack her ass and the sides of her tits throughout pouring your load into her, her body wiggling in delight at the abuse.\n\nSoon she's on her back again, this time her legs spread to show off both gaping, absolutely cum-drenched holes, though your focus is more on the upper part of her as you thrust between her tits. "Mmn, mm, mmh, mmh!" Ranma moans happily, able to keep at least an inch of your enlarged cock in her mouth constantly as she presses her breasts around you, rubbing and working them as you pump your hips fucking the snug channel she's formed between them. She lifts her head away from her cock to murmur, "Fuck yeah, why would I wanna be a guy when I could give titfucks all day?" before quickly wrapping her lips around your cockhead, moaning around it in happiness as she enthusiastically slurps her tongue and sucks.\n\nFinally though, after enjoying her a good long while, you pull back, slipping out of her mouth and aiming your cock at her face as you give it a last few strokes. Ranma gleefully opens her mouth and juts out your tongue, with her moaning and quivering in what certainly seems like orgasmic pleasure as you send long, thick gushes of cum splattering all over her face. Every stroke sends another heavy rope of it splupping across her face as she lifts her hands, giving a double victory sign as you thoroughly soak her bangs and most of the front of her head. Once you've taken a moment to catch your breath, you climb to your feet with a smirk. "I think that's a good test... that's certainly enough hot liquid to turn you back if you were going to."\n\n"Heheh, I could think of another one you could try," Ranma giggles as she gets to her feet, wiping her fingers through the cum coating her face and dripping down onto her tits as she does.\n\n"Nah. Bored with you now." You give her ass a good firm slap. "Don't call me, I'll call you, now fuck off."\n\n"'Kaaaay! I'll go find some more cock I guess!" she chirps, practically skipping towards the door still naked and smeared with cum and sweat. "Hey~ Pops~!"\n\nSnorting, you use the menu to clean yourself up and redress fast. The rest of the girls are waiting, after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick your next target.|RanDebSA1xSlutList]]

Changing up every girl in the sim is kind of a sexy amount of power, yeah? Grinning, you tap that option and bring up the next menu.\n\n[[Slutify|RanDebSA1x3]] - "All female characters have high libidos and will respond positively to any and all sexual requests."\n\n[[Megatits|RanDebSA]] - "The breast size setting of all female characters will be multiplied."\n\n[[Give Fetishes|RanDebSA]] - "Select from a list of kinks or sexual desires that will be given to all females at a subconscious but intense level."\n\n[[Succutize|RanDebSA]] - "All females will become sultry sexual demons who eagerly pursue and satisfy male desires."\n\n[[Futanarify|RanDebSA]] - "All naturally-born females will become highly libidinous and sexually aggressive futas." Hm... "naturally-born" females? Huh, guess that's specifically to exclude Ranma's female form, and you guess your default one too.\n\n[[Bimbofy|RanDebSA]] - "All female characters will have their appearance highly sexualized, their intelligence lowered, and their mood adjusted permanently to 'chipper'."\n\n[[Tame|RanDebSA]] - "All female characters will become obedient and deferential towards males."

A world where every girl's a willing slut? Yeah, sign you the fuck up, you think with a grin as you tap that option. Immediately a progress bar pops up reading 'Applying changes' and showing the percentile mark climb.\n\nA slight motion catches your eye and you look up, noticing that there's a normal-seeming schoolgirl in the typical white blouse and blue pleated skirt walking by on the sidewalk... or, rather, frozen in the progress of walking by on the sidewalk. The reason you noticed motion is that her outfit seems to be shrinking as the progress bar grows... the top is drawing upward, baring her belly and then a bit of the undersides of her breasts, showing a plain white bra. Well, at least until the bra just disappears. Her skirt seems to be growing shorter as well, drawing up along her thighs (and her normal socks growing up along them to turn into thigh-highs) until a sliver of white is visible from where you are... until that disappears too. You'd guess that standing straight up her skirt would be long enough to cover her now bare pussy and ass, but in motion she'll be flashing it all the time.\n\nThat should make this pretty convenient to test! Grinning as the progress bar hits 100% and disappears, you close the menus, calling out to her. "Hey!"\n\n"Hm?" The sluttily-dressed schoolgirl stops, large, unrestrained breasts giving a light jiggle with the motion. "Yeah?"\n\nNot like she can hurt you if this doesn't work, so you push down the front of your pants and fish out your half-hard cock, waggling it at her lightly. "Come over here and suck on my balls, slut!"\n\nHer eyes instantly glitter with delight, and she chirps out an "Okay!" as she turns and hurries through the front gate. After the barest glance around to make sure there's no one visible right this second, she drops into a squat with her knees spread wide, her skirt lifting up to completely bare her pussy as she wraps a hand around your shaft and angles it away, stroking it as she leans in and starts tonguing your sack, making soft little happy noises as she plants kisses on it and sucks lightly in between using her tongue. "Mmm, so biiig, such a big dick and fat balls!"\n\n"Mmf." You settle a hand on her head, rubbing lightly. "Guess you're a real naughty little slut, huh?"\n\nShe giggles against your balls, glancing up at you and replying, "Yup!"\n\n"A complete cock addict who'd do anything I told her, right?"\n\n"Oh fuckin' absolutely," she moans back, her hips wiggling. "Are you gonna order me around some?!"\n\nWhile she's definitely cute and you wouldn't mind giving her a few other "test runs", you've got a long list of girls canon to the series you could toy with. So you nod and say, "Yeah, continue on to school but stop and spread your ass for the first male you see."\n\n"Mmmm, well, I was hoping you'd wreck my pussy or butt with this thing, but okay!" she chirps, hopping to her feet and turning to skip back down the walk and to the sidewalk, soon out of sight. Though as you're tucking yourself away, you hear her call, "Oh, hi boy! Guess it's your lucky day!"\n\n"Wan!"\n\n... Welp. You did tell her first "male". Snickering, you take a moment to consider. Man, the entire cast of hot girls is out there basically waiting for you to come get them, order them around, and treat them like sexual meat. ... Hm, well, they're waiting <i>right now</i>, since you just made the change. You're betting if you act immediately you can get to them before anyone else does. ... Orrrr you suppose you can hit the 'Time pass' option you saw in the menu, fast forward about a day, and see what the situation is after a full twenty-four hours of a world of slutty, eager girls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get right to it.|RanDebSA1x4]]\n\n[[Wait a day.|RanDebSA]]

You tap the option and, as you expected, there's a setting that lets you make changes to the whole sim. Presumably these are retroactive... instead of the scenarios, where the changes or happenings are a new event, this is just something that is treated like an innate thing. Apparently it's broken down into 'Male Characters', 'Female Characters', and 'Global'. So you can make changes to all the characters of either sex, or changes to everyone, looks like.\n\n[[Alter Male Characters|RanDebSA2x1]]\n\n[[Alter Female Characters|RanDebSA1x2]]\n\n[[Global Alteration|RanDebSA3x1]]

Yeah the last bit pretty much sold you. Smirking, you reach out and... what the heck, you slip your hand beneath the flung-up flap of the character's clothes and grip that fat brown shaft in one hand to make contact.\n\nAlmost instantly you find yourself standing in a wooden building. It looks sort of like a bar/restaurant, somewhat dimly-lit but mostly clean, and with a series of counters running along it. It's currently empty, save for yourself and the woman with shoulder-length auburn hair who's just finished handing you an embossed metal card. She's very pretty, with a sweet face and brown eyes, large breasts covered by crossing straps of her shiny blue dress, and nice legs coming from beneath the layered skirt, the outer part having frilled white flaps to give it a vaguely maid-like appearance.\n\n<img src="images/GuildGirl1.jpg">\n\n"And with that, welcome to the Adventurer's Guild, Protag-san," she says, laying a hand against her chest. "This card entitles you to take quests, fight in the combat arena, gather elite materials, and form parties. I'm so glad you've decided to join... after all, we need as many adventurers as we can, if we're ever going to defeat the Demon King!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her.|IreSimH1x1]]\n\n[[Ask about quests, then rape her.|IreSimH]]\n\n[[Ask about the combat arena, then rape her.|IreSimH]]\n\n[[Ask about elite materials, then rape her.|IreSimH]]\n\n[[Use her as a test subject for your abilities. Probably rape her while you're at it.|IreSimH]]\n\n[[Plan to form a party. ... Maybe rape her later?|IreSimH]]

Okay, well... you have no idea what any of them do, so may as well take the first one. You reach out and pluck the key off its little stand, and almost immediately you hear a synthesized feminine voice play from hidden speakers.\n\n"Welcome. To. Extradimensional. Resource. Collection. Division."\n\nHuh. With how technologically advanced these Raptarrans seem to be, you'd have expected a more natural computer voice.\n\n"You. Have. Selected. <b>Surveyor.</b> You. Poor. Bastard."\n\n... Wait, what?\n\nBut the pad next to the door starts blinking insistently, and now feeling a distinct sense of trepidation, you walk over and slide the key into the slot. The door slides open to the side and you step through, seeing that there are already a handful of other people, almost entirely women and mostly human, getting dressed in various outfits, mostly tight and/or revealing in some way.\n\n"Hey, new surveyor! Over here!"\n\nYou look over and see a large-breasted woman in a tight black cloth bodysuit beckoning you over. You walk to her, noting the handful of other women in nearly identical bodysuits, all of them with numbers tattooed under their right eyes, and all of them looking vaguely nervous, as you must as well. The blue-haired woman that beckoned to you gestures to a stack of folded cloth. "Snag a bodysuit and get into it, we've gotta get going ASAP if we want to meet our quotas."\n\n"Quota?" you ask as you nevertheless take one of the bodysuits and step into it, trying not to make a face at the weird expression of it stretching itself and fitting perfectly against your altered body, making you feel like you're being faintly felt up everywhere it touches. Which is... pretty much everywhere. Yeah, here's the perviness you expected.\n\n"Surveyors don't have a time limit, Twenty-Five, you work towards your freedom via how much Infernite you find and mark for retrieval. You should see an example on your HUD once you're in your vehicle and out in the Hellscape."\n\nYou blink. Wait. Hellscape? ... Hellscape?! Your brain's still trying to process that even as your mouth decides to move and says, "Uh, my name's actually-"\n\n"Don't bother. Frankly the chances of you living long enough for anyone to learn your name are pretty low, we just use numbers here."\n\n... Eep.\n\nJoining the rest of the group, now definitely knowing you have that vaguely stunned and worried look on your face, you watch as the black-haired tattooed woman who was next to you in the first room comes in, and gets beckoned over by the apparent overseer as well. After a few minutes, the overseer apparently decides that's all you're getting, and beckons to the group and starts leading you down a hallway.\n\n"Alright, everyone, this is how Infernite surveying works. It's two slaves to a car, no regular assignments, just as you can snag a freshly-repaired vehicle. The car will ping where it thinks Infernite deposits are, and also warn you if you're getting too close to large demon settlements. You want to stay away from those. When you confirm an Infernite deposit, you get out of the car, scan it with a scanner, and mark it with a beacon pole. I highly suggest that one of you do the scanning and marking while the other stands watch with a weapon, but if you think you can get it done faster by both of you scanning, well, more power to you."\n\nAs she's explaining, the group walks out into a massive garage-type area. You can see a number of sleek, almost half-oval shaped silver vehicles, though the back end is blunted. Each has six massive wheels, a ramp opening at the back, and a canopy in front... and you can see that at least half of them in the garage bays have been nearly destroyed. Peeled open like aluminum cans by a bored kid with a pen knife, in a lot of cases. You swallow heavily at the sight of a shattered canopy being set aside and replaced with a new one, but try to focus on the overseer's continued instruction.\n\n"Remember to wear your rebreather when you leave the car, inhaling too much of the local air can be hazardous. There's some Surveyors who have lasted awhile that say it can get you high, but if I were you I wouldn't listen to them. Now, like I said," she continues as she turns to face you. "There's a quota you need to make every three days. If you don't make it, you get punished... the most common punishment is to have your AUF, your 'amount until freedom', reset. If you manage to both meet your quotas and to fulfill your AUF, you'll be freed and returned to non-Raptarran space."\n\n"Hey, yo," your companion... Twenty-Six, you guess... says, holding up her hand, the gesture amusingly kid-in-school-like despite her rather fearsome appearance. "How often does that happen?"\n\n"Not often," the overseer replies flatly. "You've basically signed on for the worst job in the 'Hell Division' and possibly the entire Raptarran Empire. Life expectancy for a surveyor averages out to about a day. Keeping in mind that some actually survive at this for over a month and how much that must skew things. Alright, get in a car," she concludes in a bored tone before turning and walking off.\n\nAnd you... guess that's orientation. You stare after her (with part of your brain unable to help noting that she has an absolutely fantastic ass which is made all the more fantastic by the bodysuit), then glance around. Great, you've picked literally the worst job, apparently. You're probably going to die, like... the second you get into one of these cars, from the sounds of things.\n\n<hr>\n[[Team up with Twenty-Six.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Try to find a veteran to team up with.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Abandon all hope.|CyHell]]

May as well pick the middle path, since it's directly ahead. Shrugging, you head forward, down the next largely featureless hallway.\n\nSoon you emerge into another room, though here the red light is a little less intense, making it slightly easier to see... and to read the text above the single, closed door in front of you. 'Welcome to the Extradimensional Resource Collection Division'. ... That's... both a weirdly normal and very odd name, considering. Like somehow you're not at all shocked that the Raptarrans would want to collect resources from other dimensions, but somehow you expected something wilder and pervier from them.\n\nYou also notice that there's a short pillar in the center of the room, and that as you look at it a trio of slots opens up on the top and extends four thin, rectangular things... they look like plastic and have different metal designs embedded in them. Some sort of keys for the door? You'd guess that they probably determine what job you take or something, considering all this was about doing something to earn your freedom. Except, of course, there's no real indication what any of them do... like the hallways, it's apparently a 'blind choice' as to what you'll wind up doing here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick the first key.|CyHell1x2]]\n\n[[Pick the second key.|CyHell2x1]]\n\n[[Pick the third key.|CyHell3x1]]

"Nah, I feel like fucking you right here," you answer, pulling your fingers out of her ass and undoing your pants, fishing out your long, thick cock. You slap it against her ass a few times, smirking as she shivers at the feel, then reach down and grab her panties, making you yelp as you tear them off completely. "Your slutty little cunt just can't wait for this, bitch." \n\n"Wait, Eric, wait," she pleads, looking over her shoulder with wide eyes as you rub the tip of your prick between her damp pussylips. "Please do-OHHHhhhhhhhh," she cuts herself off as you push into her, her head leaning back and eyes rolling up as you spread her pussy open and slide in deeper and deeper, her cunt already clamping around you eagerly before you're even halfway in. Smirking, you grip her by the waist and push all the way in in another smooth stroke, hearing her gasp excitedly and feeling her grind her full ass back against you.\n\n"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it?" you almost purr as you begin pumping into her lightly, only a few inches at a time, letting her feel most of your fat cock stay deep inside her. "You love getting raped by my cock, don't you, bitch?"\n\n"Ohhhh fuck your cock feels so fucking good," she groans as she bucks back against you again, panting as you begin fucking into her harder, letting out soft, slutty little 'oooo' and 'mmmnn!' noises with almost every thrust. "Fuck me, rape me, please, please, I need your cock!" \n\nYou knead her ass as you thrust into her, spreading her cheeks apart and then sinking your thumb into her spit-slick hole, hearing her give a shameless moan of pleasure at the penetration. You begin pounding into her harder, making her tits rock beneath her as she digs her fingers against the wood, the somewhat shy, girl-next-door barmaid groaning like a wanton whore as you slam your throbbing cock into her dripping cunt. "That's right, beg for it, beg like you've always wanted to beg, you slut."\n\n"Ffffuck yes, rape me, rape me, I love getting raped, I wanna be raped all the time, <b>fuck</b>!" she gasps out, thrusting herself back against you, her pussy soaking your balls as it squeezes and trembles all around your length, her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling up in her head, an idiotic smile on her face.\n\nJust as you're about to grab a fistful of her hair and really go to town with the pounding, you hear an "Uhhhh" and glance up. Yuffie is standing in the doorway, her eyes wide. The teenage ninja is dressed in a somewhat simplified version of her game outfit... no armguard, and fishnet stockings of matching heights. She's just sort of staring at the scene of you with Tifa bent over the table and your cock buried in her pussy, the martial artist still twitching and making little almost laughter-like sounds of orgasm with that shameless climax expression on her face.\n\n<hr>\n[["Wait your turn to get raped."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Wait your turn to rape her."|FF7X]]

You nod and give her a quick, soft kiss on the lips before drawing away and standing up. Since the pants are already partly off, they're the first to go, the remaining buttons undone and the garment dropping to the floor. Then you unbutton a few of the shirt buttons before simply pulling it over your head and tossing it away. You pause for a moment as you notice Amanda staring at your body in the moonlight, her breathing coming fast again.\n\n"I was with you while you were naked for so long, but I... I never <i>wanted</i> you so badly."\n\nYour cock gives a throb at that, and it's all you can do to keep yourself from leaping on her then and there. But you promised her gentle, and you'll deliver. You lean in for another quick kiss while you gather up the folds of her nightgown and gently draw it upward. Amanda gives a few little hops in place when she realizes it's stuck underneath her, and you make a noise low in your throat when you notice how it makes her unrestrained breasts jiggle. You finally draw it up and over her head, leaving her completely bare to you for the first time.\n\nHer breasts are just as full and perfect as they looked through the thin cotton, still absolutely unaffected by gravity, high and proud and moving with her every needy breath. Her stiff nipples cap puffy, domed areola, and you manage to keep your movements slow as you push her onto her back and envelope one with her mouth. She presses a hand over her own mouth to muffle herself as you begin washing your tongue in slow, lazy motions over it, like a cat licking cream. Your own breasts press against her belly as you settle partly atop her, your cock rubbing against her leg whenever she twitches. You lavish such attention on both breasts, taking your time, leaving each one glistening and exposed to the cool night air every time you move to the other one.\n\nYour hands are not idle, and you slip one between her legs as you continue to work her nipples with your tongue. You pay some attention to the rest of her breasts as well, her cries now coming regularly muffled by her palm as you drag your tongue over the smooth skin and begin stroking your fingers over her slit. She's absolutely soaked, her sex radiating enough heat that it's like holding your hand close to a fire. Your thumb brushes over the front of her crotch as you start moving it into position to stimulate her further. You feel a light dusting of silky fine hair, and imagine it as gloriously blonde as that on her head even if you know it's likely not. Still, you can't help but dream of making love to her in full daylight so you can find out.\n\nOnce you're fairly certain that she's had not one orgasm but several, you draw back, looking at the gloriously pleasured look of her face. You're more hopelessly captivated by her than ever, looking at the locks of hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, the way she's gulping for air, the way she's so gloriously sexual in this moment.\n\n"I'm... I'm ready... <i>please</i>!" she begs softly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x18]]

Smiling, you lean in and kiss her. She gasps a little, then closes her eyes and leans in. You never did much kissing in your old life, but luckily again your body knows what it's doing. You bring both hands up to cup her head and draw her into you, lips working as your tongue dives into her mouth. You give her a taste of the ravenous, bestial hunger you've been feeling ever since you got this body, kissing her like you want to devour her whole. You can feel her body start trembling, her hands coming up to twist fistfuls of your shirt in her fingers. She begins mewling softly into the kiss, little verbal emanations of need you don't think she's even aware of making.\n\nYou break the kiss and leave her panting to look at her. Her nipples are stiff peaks under the thin, airy white cotton of the nightdress. Her skin is flushed and warm all over, no longer just the blush on her face. Her lips are parted, her breathing coming hard between them, her tongue actually jutting out a little bit. You bury your face in the nape of her neck, kissing and licking wantonly at the meeting of her shoulder and neck, making her moan aloud now, her nails actually trying to dig into your skin through your shirt. When you nip at her with your teeth, despite the lightness of it she cries out softly, a mingling of surprise and lust that makes your cock literally bust the buttons of your pants and jut forth, dripping pre onto the sheets.\n\nAmanda jumps a little and stares down at it, then gives you an adorably shy smile even as she reaches a hand down. Tentatively she tries to wrap her hand around it, making you hiss softly. She pauses, as if unsure it was a good sound, but then continues when you resume kissing at her throat. She moans softly as she gives it a few strokes, apparently realizing her fingertips don't touch. "It's... it's so big..." She draws back a little, meeting your eyes with an expression both worried and wanton. "Be... be gentle with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be gentle with her.|ShemaleBarbarian3x17]]\n\n[[Nope, fuck her brains out.|ShemaleBarbarian19x1]]

You wait about an hour after everyone has turned in for the evening, then slip out of your room and pad down the hall on catlike bare feet. You listen briefly at Amanda's door before carefully opening it and slipping inside, hoping she'll forgive you for not knocking. You find her laying in bed, but at your entrance she bolts upright. She's wearing a longer, somewhat more elegant version of her shift, apparently a nightgown. When she sees that it's you her face lights up... and turns red again.\n\n"Eirk!" Then she claps a hand over her mouth. Lowering it sheepishly, she continues in a whisper, "Ah... what are you doing here?"\n\n"I guess I got used to sleeping next to you every night," you admit with a grin, coming over to sit down on the side of the bed. You raise a hand to brush over her reddened cheek. "Hope you don't mind."\n\n"No. I don't mind." She nibbles her lower lip, then ducks her head slightly, looking at you through her lashes. "Just to... sleep?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, just sleep.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Definitely not just sleeping.|ShemaleBarbarian3x16]]

"Men's style clothing, please," you inform her politely. You're still mostly male in your head, after all, even if that is sort of starting to change the longer you're like this.\n\n"Yes, certainly. I'll, um, have them over by the morning." The seamstress dares one last glance down, then snags her case and flees the room, giggling.\n\nYou head over to the bed and find that apparently, Karey had the same sort of question. There's a pair of pants and a white button-up shirt, and a plainish pink dress. Well, you've just said you're going to wear male clothing, so you pull on the pants and the shirt, fastening the belt that was left from your old clothes and checking yourself in the mirror. You still don't have any shoes, but since the seamstress measured your feet, you suppose she'll bring you some. Checking yourself in the full-length mirror, you take a moment to convince yourself that yes, the reflection is you, before you head downstairs.\n\nYou wander around until you find the dining room, where Karey and Amanda are already seated. Amanda is finally fully dressed and well-groomed since the first time you saw her, and despite how fetching you'd come to find her rumpled hair and tattered slip, she's now so gorgeous your heart aches. She turns to look at you when you enter, and you can see the delight in her eyes, though she turns away again when her cheeks color.\n\n"My, you make quite the dashing rogue in those clothes, Eirk," Karey says with a bit of delight of her own, eyes twinkling. Amanda shoots her a bit of a look, but that's all as she continues. "Please, sit down, eat."\n\nThe meal is delicious, and you manage to keep yourself from wolfing it down like a wild animal, just barely. A few times you catch Amanda diving her head towards a piece of pheasant before she remembers herself as well, and both that and her blush when you catch her has you grinning from ear to ear.\n\n"I should be able to arrange secure transport in three days' time," Karey says after awhile, when it's obvious that both Amanda and yourself have slowed down a bit. "This time it will be with a guard caravan, and you will be traveling by main roads through civilization. Only the sudden overthrow of the kingdom could disrupt your trip this time."\n\n"Thank you so much, Karey," Amanda answers in a relieved tone, putting a hand to her chest.\n\n"Of course. I look forward to having you both as my guests for the next few days." She gives a little bow in place, and you can't quite help it, your eyes wander. You realize that her dress is actually holding her chest down quite a bit. When she straightens, her eyes briefly meet yours, her lips flashing a grin. Yes, that was definitely both enticement and invitation. Then the meal is over, and it's suggested that everyone retire, with the two of you having had such a difficult journey.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Karey's room.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Go to Amanda's room.|ShemaleBarbarian3x15]]\n\n[[Stay in your own room.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"N-no, I'm... I'm okay, thanks," you manage, amidst thoughts of yanking her into the tub and then fucking her right through her dress. "Thanks anyway."\n\nLooking disappointed, she curtsies and then turns and leaves, closing the door again behind her. You crane your neck to watch her go, and wait less than ten seconds before grabbing your throbbing rod with both hands. Moaning loudly you begin pumping both hands over your water-slick prick, pumping your hips up into them. Your fucking motion quickly sets the tub water to rolling back and forth like waves in the sea, washing hot water over your tits.\n\nRemembering that you have more to pleasure than your cock now, you manage to yank one hand up off it and grab one of your own tits, kneading it roughly and needfully. You moan even louder at the sensation of having your sensitive breast worked over, even if it's by your own hands. You let yourself rely mostly on your body's muscle memory, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging on it until it hurts, and you LOVE it. Your other hand is still furiously jerking your cock, fingers barely even able to reach around the fully erect beast's girth, despite your big hands. Your balls bobble up and down in the water, obviously eager to spill your load.\n\nWhen it hits, you have to bite down on your lip until you draw blood just to muffle your scream a little. You can feel your cock actually throb up thicker and longer in your hand as you begin shooting amazingly thick jets of cum. The first spurt of it actually hits the ceiling, splashing and making a puddle on the molded tile. The next almost reaches that high, but falls back down and splashes into the water. It just keeps coming and coming, although the next few splashes of cum are at least a little more sedate. Instead of firing all over the ceiling or up in the air, one hits the wall behind the tub, while the rest of them splatter all over your own face and tits, painting you up like a girl in a porno movie. You keep spraying your own jizz all over your face and breasts even after you take your hand away and knead your boobs with both hands, your cries having settled into low, satisfied moans.\n\nOf course, afterwards you wind up having to bathe in cum-flooded water. And having to clean off the wall. There's nothing you can do about the ceiling, and after just staring at the discolored and drying splotch for awhile, you sigh and give up, wrapping yourself in a towel and heading out into the bedroom. You jump a little in surprise to find another woman there waiting for you, this one in a simple but well-made dress, a case sitting on the table in front of her. "Greetings, ma'am. I'm the seamstress miss Karey called to make some clothing for you. Please, feel free to remove your towel so that I may measure you. I assure you, there's no need to be shy around me."\n\nWell, shy is the last thing you are these days. Shrugging, you let the towel drop, and can't help but grin as her eyes bug out. Still, she manages not to say anything, despite blushing bright red as she moves over to measure you, at several times kneeling down and being right at eye level with... well, the beast. Eventually she finishes her measurements and straightens up, her face brick red, but her manner professional as she says, "I hope you'll forgive me, um... ma'am?... but I've never made clothes for someone of your... sort... before. I mean no offense when I ask... should I make you men's clothes, or women's?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Men's clothes.|ShemaleBarbarian3x14]]\n\n[[Women's clothes.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Yeah, even with the barbarian consciousness occasionally pressing in around your own personality, there's no way you're passing up a bath. Marta is the one to show you to your room and draw the bathwater for you, and if she's still not exactly thrilled to have a wild woman in her well-ordered household, she's at least being polite.\n\n"Please leave your things outside the door, I'll have them... cleaned, or... well, we'll have some fresh things for you, anyway." She actually smiles a bit as she says it, as if trying to convey that her problem is with the coarse clothing rather than their coarse wearer. Maybe she's not that bad. She only looks like she's about forty, and fairly handsome still, even with those little spectacles perched on her nose. You nod to her and try to give her an unintimidating smile, and since she doesn't flinch before she leaves you guess you succeed.\n\nYou notice a mirror above the sink and go to have a look at your face for the first time. Geez, no wonder people on the street steered clear if you so much as looked at them. You have a pair of scars going across one eye, and another that passes under that eye and your nose... something tells you from the slightly ragged edges of the vertical ones that they were claws, while the horizontal one is cleaner and probably from a sword or something. Even without the intimidation factor of the scars and your partly shaved haircut, your eyes are actually <i>yellow</i>. Maybe there's really something to the fact that you feel like a panther or something half the time. And the fact that even now you feel far comfier in the nude than you ever did while wearing clothes.\n\nStill, there's a nice hot bath to climb into, and you do, sighing blissfully at the feel of it as you settle in. You lean back and close your eyes, just relaxing for a few moments. Your thoughts drift to Amanda, and how soon she'll be fully dressed for the first time since you met her. You think of her in that shift, that lithe, perfect young body, and groan quietly as your cock quickly surges to full erection. You haven't cum in days... twice that if you count the time before you came to this world. It's the longest you've gone since you discovered how to jerk off, and that knowledge is making your heavy balls ache.\n\nBefore you can consider some manual release, there's a knock on the door. You blink and open your eyes just in time for a maid to waltz in. This one's prettier and much younger than Marta, maybe only Amanda's age or so, her brown hair done up in a bun atop her head, her eyes dark brown and her face heart-shaped. "I just came by to see if you needed any help washing up, ma'am," she announces. Her eyes go to your body, then widen as they see the massive pole of your prick jutting up out of the water. Slowly, though, her lips curl up in a smile. "I'd be happy to help in any way that I can..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Must. Stay loyal. To Amanda. Send her away and then fap like mad.|ShemaleBarbarian3x13]]\n\n[[Oh, Amanda will understand if you fuck just ONE slutty little maid...|ShemaleBarbarian]]

You walk over and take one of her hands, lifting it up and kissing the palm. She looks up at you and blushes bright red again, but meets your eyes as you look down at her.\n\n"I promise you. I will always stay by your side... however you'll have me."\n\nHer eyes light up, and you can't help but feel that you've made the right choice. Something inside your chest loosens, and seems to fall away. You can't help but feel that something has changed, and you suspect something you suppose you'll never truly know, until the very end anyway... you'll never go back to your original world. Eric is gone, and Eirk, former Spear Amazon, is here to stay. This is home now.\n\nA moment later a very attractive woman in her twenties with long, dark hair and an elegant maroon dress sweeps into the room, grabbing Amanda up and hugging her tightly. "My poor darling! Are you alright? Are you injured? How are you?"\n\n"I'm alright, Karey, thank you." Amanda hugs the woman back tightly all the same, seeming very relieved to see her. "Eirk saved me."\n\n"Eirk." Amanda's cousin turns towards you. They have the same brilliant blue eyes, though you see a flash of heat and wickedness in the older woman's that Amanda's lack. Those are definitely older eyes. "Thank you so, so much. You are welcome in my house."\n\n"Thank you." You nod your head to her, pretty sure that she means it.\n\n"Karey, I'd really like to get home as quickly and safely as possible," Amanda speaks up, tiredness showing in her voice. "Can you help me?"\n\n"Of course, dear, I'll see to it, within days you'll be heading back to your parents." Karey smiles and turns back to Amanda, stroking her hair. "But look at you, dear, is this all you've had to wear the entire time you've been out there? You'll have to have some new clothes. Obviously after a bath. Why don't both of you get cleaned up while I send for some tailors and find something for you to wear in the meantime?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]\n\n[[Take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]\n\n[[Take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]\n\n[[No, seriously, we're taking a fucking bath.|ShemaleBarbarian3x12]]

You're left bristling a bit, but keep your opinions to yourself as you sit down. You're not even sure why you're offended... it's not like you were ever actually a Spear Amazon until you woke up in that tent, and the first thing you did was run away from them. Still, it stings a little to be treated like that.\n\n"I'm sorry about Marta," Amanda whispers, looking over at you. "She's not intending to be rude, it's just... a lot of people are afraid of the Spear Amazons, they're new and they're so... well, violent. I'm sure that in truth she's very grateful you helped me, it's just hard for her to say."\n\n"It's alright," you say, part out of reflex, partly to comfort her. You shake your head and raise one hand a bit. "Don't worry about it, Amanda."\n\n"But I do. I worry people will treat you badly... especially if..." She looks over, and you see her nibble her lower lip. But she apparently musters the courage. "Especially if you come home with me, to Valisgrad."\n\n"Do you..." You feel your throat choke up a little bit. "Do you really want me to?"\n\n"I'm not sure if..." She trails off, then shakes her head. "I mean. I'm absolutely sure that I want you to come with me. Whatever else happens, or whatever else we... become to each other..." Her cheeks color, and she has to look away before she can continue. "Please, Eirk, never leave my side again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Always stay by her side.|ShemaleBarbarian3x11]]\n\n[[There's still getting home to consider.|ShemaleBarbarian13x1]]

"Oof!" Sailor Moon grunts as you toss her onto the ground in the middle of the darkened room. She quickly scrambles to her knees, pulling against the glowing purple bands binding her wrists behind her back, and glowers up at you defiantly with her pretty blue eyes. "Give it up, Anubilis! You'll never win! You'll never..." She trails off, her pert nose wrinkling. "... What is that <i>smell</i>?!"\n\n"Normally, you might be right," you reply in a thoughtful tone, meandering aside a few steps to pick up an elaborate golden goblet sitting on an Egyptian-styled pillar. (Staging is important for this sort of thing, especially when you're so close to realizing your goal.) "You, after all, are perhaps the most pernicious of magical girls. Though an artificially created copy, you were endowed with all the narrative force of your role. Meaning that for you in particular, if I were simply to kill you, transform you, or corrupt you, likely you would just overcome it and resurrect yourself thoroughly purified and even stronger than before. Possibly even doing the same to your friends. But if I have you change yourself..."\n\n"Huh?! Hey, what was that about my friends?!" Sailor Moon demands, cutting off with an 'ack' as you toss the contents of the goblet in her face, the heavy, thick white glop spattering across her skin and hair. "Ew! Is this cum?! That's gross, I may be a sexy magical girl but-!"\n\nShe cuts off again as torchlights begin to flicker to life around the room, casting little pools of illumination heavy with shadows around them. Leering at her from every part of the room are strange equinoid creatures, their skins gleaming with excited sweat, thick, big-lipped mouths working in gibbering giggles and wordless moans as they constantly spurt cum into the collection buckets below them, their udder-like tits wobbling beneath their forelegs. Of course, they still have their human eyes (albeit glazed by lust and little more than base animal intelligence), their human hairstyles... many of them's thick, designed-to-suck-dick lips are even still sporting the glossy lipstick of their transformations, heads above their ludicrous muzzles still adorned with tiaras, much as their thick assholes are adorned with reminders of their previous life buzzing away to stimulate them to further ecstasy. \n\n"You asked about your friends, I believe?" you ask in a mockingly amiable tone.\n\n"N-no... Sailor Mercury... Sailor Jupiter... Sailor Venus... even the Outer Senshi... w-what have you done to them?!" she demands, before crying out and jutting up her hips. The front of her panties bulges, stretching out briefly with the shape of a thick shaft and two orbs. But it's only seconds before her growing cock tears through the fabric, ripping it to shreds as she jerks and twists her hips at the overwhelming sensation. Her new prick continues to grow longer and thicker, jutting out before her at an angle, her balls dangling down between her legs and growing heavier by the moment. By the time it stops, the massive thing is long enough that if it were tilted back towards her, it would likely touch her forehead, and her balls are actually resting on the floor. "Nnnnh... nnh, stop, it's... it's too hard, they're too full, it aches," she whines, tossing her head and making her long ponytails shake.\n\n"Oh, I think we have someone that can help you with that," you chuckle, beckoning.\n\nOne of the ridiculous beasts comes waddling from the shadows, its heavy chest-udders shaking beneath it and its continuously spurting cock sprawing them and the floor with its cum. Its lust-glazed eyes fix on Sailor Moon and her towering hardon immediately, its immense tongue slurping its drooling lips in eagerness.\n\n"S-Sailor Mars, no," Sailor Moon whimpers. "You... you have to fight it! Rei-chan, don't!" she pleads as the creature waddles towards her, its round ass-flanks jiggling.\n\n"Cooooock," is the Rei-horse's only answer as it unhesitatingly slurps its mouth over Usagi's cockhead and starts sliding downward, the blonde crying out in a mingling of shame, betrayal, and pleasure as the thing that was once her friend unrelentingly sucks her cock down its gullet. Her eyes are already rolling, her cries gurgling some as the beast slides her inside its throat, powerful equinoid neck-muscles working to swallow it as that long, prehensile tongue slurps all around her shaft, even sliding out past those fat, crimson lips to work over her overfull balls.\n\n"N-nooooo!" Usagi wails in denial, but with the sheer area of cock that the Rei-horse can deliver pleasure to, added to the beast's mouth-muzzle being designed to pleasure dicks, she barely lasts two minutes before jerking her hips towards her transformed friend's lips, trying her best to empty those constantly-refilling balls into the Rei-horse's gullet. She pants heavily as the creature draws back, still slurping and sucking as it goes, then yelps and thuds forward onto her hands as her wrists are abruptly freed, almost bumping her head against her own cock. She lifts her head... then stares as the Rei-horse shoves its hindquarters towards her, that massive, thick asshole practically against her face.\n\n"Become... a horse," the Rei-horse slurs in its thick, wet voice, oversized tongue lolling out past its swollen, smiling lips as it looks over its shoulder at her.\n\n"Become... a horse!" the Minako-horse adds, rearing a little as it spurts more cum into its trough.\n\n"Become... a horse," the Mai-horse nickers, eyes rolling as its fan-vibrator gives a particularly hard buzz and sends a positive gush of jizz rushing out of its dildo-shaped prick.\n\nUsagi jerks her head back and forth, eyes wide with horror as more and more distorted versions of voices she knows chant "Become... a horse!", starting to overlap one another in the musky, cum-scented air. But then her eyes seem to be magnetically drawn back to the thick, flexing asshole in front of her... and begin to glaze over as her cock starts dribbling pre.\n\n"Yes, Sailor Moon, last best hope for humanity," you murmur smugly, fingering the overlarge replica of the Crescent Moon Wand in your hands as it buzzes steadily, watching Sailor Moon's trembling gloved hands starting to reach for the Rei-horse's hindquarters. "Become a horse."\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>A stable of dick-horses</i>

"I love you too," you murmur sincerely, leaning down to kiss her back, your stiff nipples brushing against hers. You taste the saltiness of your own cum on her lips as you kiss her, Amanda cooing happily underneath you. Then she cries out into your mouth as you reach down and lift her legs up right before plunging back into her quivering pussy. "But you're not getting any damn rest tonight!"\n\nYou fuck her again in the same position, your sweat-slick breasts rubbing back and forth over hers as you pump into her, this time kissing her almost all the way through, letting her mewl and moan and yowl against your lips. This time you pull out of her and shove your cock forward between your two bodies, letting your load spray against the undersides of her tits and yours and smear on your powerful abs and her smooth soft belly. Then you straighten up and immediately flip her over, Amanda giving a little yip of surprise at the suddenness as she finds herself face-down on the pillow. You haul her ass into the air and push back into her, gripping her hips and fucking her from behind. She grips the sheets and presses her face into the pillow, muffling her screams of ecstasy as you pound away at her, your strong hips slapping against her round, perfect buttocks.\n\nYou pull out again and thrust your cock up between the cleft of her ass, using the stimulation to spray your load all over her back and into her hair. But you don't wait long before pulling back and starting to pump her pussy again, and if she has any protests she only moans them into the pillow. Her tits sway underneath her and yours bounce gaily, a few droplets of sweat beading on the tips of your nipples only to be flung off by the motion. This time when you pull out you pull back a bit and stroke yourself, making sure to paint your diminished, but still amazingly voluminous load all over the glistening, round, porcelain white globes of her ass.\n\nBy the time the sky outside is beginning to lighten slightly, you think you might be close to your limits, but not there yet. When you pull your cock out of her pussy, it's drooping a little bit, covered in a thick layer of churned-up cum and pussy-juice, but still mostly hard, and you're fairly certain you might be able to go again. But Amanda looks barely conscious and you can feel an ache in some of your muscles that indicates you've given even this highly-toned breeding stud body a workout.\n\n"Oh... oh God..." Amanda moans. "I... I have to bathe, I... I can't let them see me like this..." She is splayed out, covered in both dried and fresh cum pretty much from her knees to her forehead. You shake your head wearily, and stagger over to the nearby vanity and its basin of water.\n\n"You'd fall asleep and drown," you rasp. On second thought, you cup your hands and drink some of the water before dipping a cloth in it. You come over and, despite your exhaustion, tenderly clean your face and neck. "This will have to do. You'll just have to pull the covers up and not get up before telling the maid to draw your bath."\n\n"Love you," she whispers before drifting off. You smile tiredly and pull the covers up yourself. Personally, you think that her modesty is a lost cause at this point, there's no way the servants who change the bed won't know, even if the entire room didn't smell of sex. To that end, you don't bother to get dressed before staggering down the hallway to your own room and collapsing face-down into the bed for a few hours of sleep.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x20]]

You slide up her body, already lightly damp with sweat. Your breasts come to rest full against hers, your face hovering over hers. You naturally shift your hips and feel her opening pressing against the tip of your cock. Your body really <i>has</i> done this a lot. You hover over her in the night, your hair falling down around her face, black mingling with gold on the pillow.\n\n"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" you murmur. After all, while all guys dream of being big, you're <i>really</i> big... and this is the woman you love. She nibbles her lower lip, then gives a little nod. You can tell by the look in her eyes that she wouldn't tell you even if it did, because she wants you so badly. Well... at this point you want her that badly too. So you begin the slow, steady push in. \n\nShe quickly wraps her arms and legs around you, pulling you down atop her and burying her face in the nape of your neck to muffle her newest cry. The feel of her coiling her body around you makes you moan needfully, feeling how your tits have pressed hard down on hers, squashing them both like pillows. It's like she wants all of you inside her, not just your cock. But her pussy is practically sucking you inside, despite her being so very tight. You're fairly certain that she climaxes again just from you getting the head inside, to judge by the way she squeezes all around you and clenches her arms behind your back.\n\nYou continue pushing in slowly, so slowly, but savoring every moment of it. You feel her shudder at one point and you wonder if that was her hymen being broken... you didn't really feel anything. But she doesn't tell you to stop, so you don't. Eventually you feel yourself come to rest against her and your balls settling against soft skin. She managed to take you all. Just the thought of that has you moaning, and you snag a handful of her hair and pull her head back so you can capture her mouth for another hot, hungry kiss.\n\nYou release her head from the kiss and she buries it against your shoulder and neck again as you begin thrusting, pumping your hips up and down in short strokes. Amanda moans loudly, and you can suddenly feel her bite your neck. The surprise, faintest pain, and pleasure makes you grunt, your cock giving a heavy twitch inside her pussy. You begin pumping into her faster and faster, picking up speed and moaning out your own urgency as she drags her nails down your back. Finally as you feel her needy sex squeezing all around you, practically trying to suck you in, you remember just why she was brought to you back in that tent so long ago. Managing to hold off just long enough, you yank yourself upright and pull out of her, your cock shuddering and pulsing as it begins shooting long white streamers all over Amanda's sweat-glistening body.\n\nShe gives a little yip of surprise at your suddenly pulling away and at the splash against her cheek and lips. Then she slumps limply on the bed, panting, her breasts heaving as your glistening cock paints them and her quivering, pale belly with your load. "Why... why did you...?"\n\n"Sorry," you pant, unable to help grinning at both her mild consternation and the sight of your sweet, innocent beloved painted up with spunk like a girl from a filthy magazine. "Didn't want you to contract the swelling sickness."\n\nShe blinks, looking surprised. Then frowns just a little, smooth brow furrowing faintly, lips turning with the glaze of your cum still on them. Then she looks both surprised and scandalized, before finally laughing and slapping the bed. "Silly!" She lets out a rush of breath. "Oh... oh that was so wonderful. I love you," she adds, looking up at you with her eyes sparkling. "But we should get some rest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Rest sounds like a good idea.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Hell with rest.|ShemaleBarbarian3x19]]

From the disbelieving tones of the groans from the crowd and the brief cackle of the wheel girl, you're guessing you didn't pick a particularly optimum strategy there. "Customer bets <i>Philanthropy</i>!" the wheel girl hoots, before whirling and spinning again. "Let's accrue karmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaaaa!"\n\nIndeed, looks like you're pretty well boned, since almost the exact same image as before comes up, only this time the crowd screaming and raging at your image on the jumbotron is almost literally worked into a lather, all of them practically climbing over each other in an effort to be seen visibly hating you the most.\n\nAt the same time another change is coming over you, though this time it's to your suit. The armor is withdrawing in some places, focusing itself along your shoulders, arms, and legs, the material even splitting along your thighs to leave your hips and some of your upper thigh bared. At the same time black textured material of your suit is becoming thinner and turning translucent, just dark enough to tint the skin below it but still see-through enough that everything below is visible as it hugs up and conforms to your body as if it had been vacuum-sealed on. Your breasts both wind up individually highlighted, lifted and shown off, the tight plastic-like material conforming even to the dark outlines of your nipples beneath them, while the now skinny, plunging crotch hugs up against your pussy, leaving every bit of it on display albeit somewhat shadowed by the color. Your ass, meanwhile, is put entirely on display as the back of the suit shrinks and virtually disappears between the curve of your buttocks, turning into little more than a thin line connecting the crotch and back.\n\nYou blink a few times at realizing everyone is staring at you, looking at Hanlon and sighing. "Oh, c'mon, so I picked a bad move, get over it."\n\n"Uh, no, it's..." He trails off, glancing down at your torso and then away. "... They took your shame, man."\n\n"... Oh," you murmur, glancing down at yourself. Oh that's right, you'd have to be pretty shameless to wear something like this, wouldn't you? Except... you <i>are</i> shameless now, so it doesn't actually bother you. You suppose maybe that's the more frightening thing, that they can take something of you in such a way that you don't even miss it. \n\n"C'moooon, you can toooootally come back from this!" the wheel girl chirps as she wiggles excitedly. "Bet! Bet! Bet on it! Bet your dignity! That's the next thing, it's something else you won't even miss, c'mon, c'mon!"\n\n"You've gotta get out, before they wind up turning you into something even your own mother wouldn't recognize," Hanlon hisses in your ear. "Look, nevermind the bet, I'll help you find the Quatra Twins, you don't have to do this!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop the game.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Stay in, play "Appeasement".|CyEE]]\n\n[[Stay in, play "Exit strategy".|CyEE]]

Almost without thinking, your head raises and your eyes lock onto hers. Immediately you find you can't move, like your whole body had turned to stone. Except at the same time it's like every part of you has lost all tension, like you're only being held up by the invisible force that's passing between your eyes and hers. You're simultaneously locked exactly in position and feel like you're being drawn into those deep purple pools, not so much drowning as just absorbed entirely, like they're wrapping around your entire body, your entire sense of self.\n\n"Good boy," Mistress Ame coos, since you now know all you need to know about the one who commands your mind and body, if not your soul. "Now, go ahead and strip."\n\n"Yes, Mistress Ame," you drone back. Without ever once moving your head or breaking eye contact, save for the brief periods of lifting your shirt off over your head, you strip off your clothes at her order, discarding them as if they meant nothing to you. There is no place for shame or hesitation when Mistress Ame gives you an order. Soon you stand before her naked in body as well as in mind, your cock limp and dangling, as if just to emphasize how even in that state Mistress Ame's is so much more powerful, so much more overwhelming.\n\n"Mm. A bit on the dirty and undernourished side, but cute all the same," Mistress Ame murmurs as she moves over to cup your chin, tilting your head up, still maintaining eye contact the whole time. "Still, you look like you'd be easy to use up for someone like me. Though of course, you'd enjoy every moment of your short, submissive existence as my toy, not that you'd be able to help yourself. ... Hm. Or I could give you to my little sister to have as a pet. She hasn't had a new one in a while, I'm sure she'd keep you for quite some time. Decisions, decisions... ah, I'll tell you what, pet. I'll give you back juuust enough of your free will for a few seconds to decide whether you'd rather live a brief existence of pure ecstasy as my fucktoy, or perhaps many, many years as the housepet of my little sister. Tell me which you'd like."\n\n<hr>\n[["Please use me up, Mistress."|HHHVD]]\n\n[["Please give me as a gift, Mistress."|HHHVP1x1]]

All of the axes in this display are pretty crude-looking. The battered iron head looks like it used to have an opposite side that broke off long ago, and what's left looks like it's been hammered back into shape a few times. The haft looks like someone just snapped a treebranch off and broke all the smaller branches off of it before shoving it in the axe's hole and tying it on crudely with rough leather strips. You really have to admire someone's ability to make it look old and weathered. You reach out your hand, curious as to whether it's real wood, and jump in surprise when your fingers get a shock from touching it. How could wood conduct a charge? you wonder sleepily, your eyes sinking closed and your body going limp.\n\nYou wake up in almost complete darkness, feeling something hard digging into your back. With a snorting grunt you roll off of it and find that there's suddenly more light. You turn to pick up whatever it is and find a rock... except it's glowing as if it had a light inside. Some other prop from the museum? But then you realize that the hand holding the glowing rock is big, green, and with long black claw-like nails... even though it's yours.\n\nWith a cry of surprise you scramble to your feet, trying to look at yourself. You have to swing the light in, but you gradually get a picture. You're quite tall now, basketball player tall, despite being built more like a football player... a very female football player, to judge by the big boulder-like tits on your chest, hidden by nothing but an assortment of necklaces you're wearing made up of leather strips and bits of things... teeth, claws, shiny bits of metal. Your skin is dark green and a bit shiny, and practically all of it is showing. The straps of a crude brown cotton loincloth ride your broad, almost squarish hips, and a lift of the front flap finds a veritable forest of thick black hair and thick, plump pussylips, but no cock in sight. Running your hands through your hair finds that it's long, thick, black, and oily.\n\nDuring your shifting around to examine yourself, your bare foot kicks something causing a bit of a clatter. You lower the glowing rock and spot the crude axe you touched back in the museum. Could it be responsible? Before you can think much more on that possibility, you hear loud thuds and heavy breathing. Fearfully, you raise your lightsource. Looming out of a black hole of a cave mouth is a massive grey-skinned beast, its head faintly humanlike but with no ears and a flat, squashed nose, thick lips, and jagged yellow teeth. It's much bigger than you, and from the hungry glint in its bestial pink eyes, you know it's not planning anything good.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab the axe! Defend yourself!|FemaleOrc]]\n\n[[Holy crap, a monster! Run away!|FemaleOrc]]

"Hm. I'll try to get him alone, then, preferably in his own room," you say after a moment. "That should give me more options. This folder does say he likes, well, younger girls... I guess that's why I was picked."\n\nKuro opens her mouth a few times as if wanting to protest some or all of that statement, but finally just huffs and nods. "Yeah, I guess. Look, just so long as you get it taken care of. Remember though, this isn't just a mission, it's also a test. I'll be nearby to help you escape if you're successful, but if you fail, I have orders to abandon you to your fate."\n\nYou nod a little, taking a moment to parse the unspoken rest of that... and if you somehow got captured and looked like you were going to talk, she'd probably kill you. Because if she didn't, then they'd send a Shadow after her... the same as if she intervened to save you if things went bad. It may sound cold-hearted or cruel, but that's what you both signed up for. You don't blame Kuro... she's just being a proper ninja.\n\nOnce the two of you arrive, you check into a small, nondescript hotel room, and Kuro leaves to scout out her locations for observing your progress. You look through the clothes that were packed for the mission and nod in approval at the selection, then pick out a snug (but not too snug) shiny black miniskirt, a white silk blouse designed to be worn baring the midriff, some high heels in a rather garish color, and the makeup set in near-neon colors and matching fake nails set. Your goal is to look whorish without <i>actually</i> going all the way to full prostitute... Guan-Xi will go for a slutty teenager but have his ego stroked by picking her up himself, as opposed to the natural suspicion involved in paying someone.\n\nYou go over the file again, waiting for the appropriate time of night to hit, then head out, sashaying down the street in your heels and letting your hips roll in a way to draw attention to your ass (which gets plenty of it). And of course you "just so happen" to meet Guan-Xi during the exact period where recon said he would normally have left one bar on his way to another and not have any of his Triad associates with him. He's wearing a retro white suit and a truly awful silk shirt along with some medallions, and proceeds to hit on you in heavily accented (either because he's drunk or because he's bad at it, or both) English. "Heeey, not from around here, huh? Looking for fun?"\n\nYou giggle a little, careful not to play it up too much, and reply in decent (but not too good) Chinese, "Yeah, I am. Especially if it makes my daddy mad, huh?"\n\nThe instant blaze of desire in his eyes (and his rather obvious erection) say that just with that, you've already hit a home run. Indeed, it's only minutes later that he's showing you into his apartment, though it's really more like a hotel room. He gushes something about taking a quick shower and ducks into the bathroom, probably to wash off the smell of the strippers he's spent the night with up until now. You slip out of the heels and set them aside, slipping barefoot over to the bed. \n\n<hr>\n[[Recon the room.|RunNinja1x10]]\n\n[[Just get ready.|RunNinja]]

Frowning a little, you shift your bag slightly, holding onto the strap with both hands. "Come on, Kuro-kun," you reply, selecting the more respectful term of address befitting a senior student from another school, since you've been getting coached on such things. "That's not fair. I'm here to do a mission, the same as you. My path of shinobi may be different than yours, but that doesn't mean I'm a less dedicated ninja. Doesn't the fact that I'm assigned to this job, and you're assigned to make sure I can do it, mean my way is at least useful...?"\n\nKuro opens her mouth, expression still angry... then closes her mouth, some of the obvious annoyance fading. After a moment, she sighs and nods. "Okay, okay. You're right, I guess. I... don't really like that sort of thing, but I guess it's unfair to say you're nothing but a pervert when your path of shinobi is one of the ones that founded our village." Laying her hands atop each other, she bows. "I'm sorry. Aoko-kun."\n\n"It's alright," you answer, bowing back.\n\n"I do still think you're a pervert," she mutters under her breath as she turns and starts making her way to the hidden path. You shrug and follow along after her... honestly, she's probably right. But at least the hostility seems to have gone down by a large amount.\n\nThe two of you hike your way back to the road you originally wandered off of when you first accidentally discovered Jaakuna, and Kuro pulls and tugs at some bushes to reveal a relatively unimpressive black motorcycle, though one that at least has been modified to comfortably seat two. Kuro climbs on, and you get on behind her, taking a moment to adjust your skirt, wrap your arms around her middle, and suppress the urge to make any "bitch seat" jokes, considering she's obviously a tad sensitive about the whole matter. Still, you can't help but think she looks quite dashing as she pulls her helmet on and revs the bike... she could go far with some lessons from Rei. But you just pull your own helmet on and keep your thoughts to yourself as the two of you head down the road and back towards civilization proper.\n\nParking at the airport, the two of you make your way inside. You're a bit nervous about going through security, but when Kuro flops her backpack into one of the bins without a care in the world you follow her example, albeit a bit more gently. The bored-looking guard glances at the X-ray image of your bags full of kunai and multiple daggers, then waves you through.\n\n"Wow, Kuro-kun, is that guy a Jaakuna sleeper agent or something?" you whisper to your temporary partner as the two of you retrieve your bags and head for your gate.\n\n"No, that's just the TSA," she replies blandly.\n\nOnce the two of you are on the plane to Hong Kong and most of the rest of the cabin is asleep, Kuro draws a folder out of her backpack and passes it to you. "This is what you need to know about your target," she says, using both a pitch of voice that it's difficult for the untrained to hear and an outdated and hard to understand dialect of Japanese that you were rigorously trained in during the first month. "Guan-Xi is an up-and-coming member of a prominent Triad," she continues as you look over the pictures of a reedy man with greasy hair and a long, pointed chin, with bad taste in suits and a creeper smile. "He himself isn't particularly dangerous, but he has certain connections that could be a problem if he goes up another rank in the organization. He has friend and family ties to two other similar up-and-comers in other Triad factions, and if they got an alliance rolling it would not be good for pretty much anyone else. Your mission is to make sure that doesn't happen."\n\n"How do you mean?" you ask with a bit of a frown, glancing over at her.\n\nShe shrugs. "That's at your discretion, really. Jaakuna's way of the shinobi says that as long as the goals of the mission are completed, how that happens is irrelevant. Kill him, threaten him, humiliate him, whatever you decide is best. Just make sure that whatever you do, his days as a rising star in the Triad are over for good."\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill him in public.|RunNinja]]\n\n[[Get him in private.|RunNinja1x9]]

You can't really shake the feeling that there are eyes on you, and you don't like it. You decide to look ahead and keep on moving as if you hadn't seen anything... and then quickly duck between two of the trees. Keeping low, you dart forward towards where some trees have grown a bit closer together and denser, providing more shadow. You do a slight glance to the side and vaguely catch a glimpse of a human shape back on the other side of the path, making your heart hammer with worry, but also a bit of elation that you were right. Then you feel a slight sting in your neck and miss a step, thudding heavily to the ground.\n\nYou wake up before you really realize you were unconscious, sitting up out of nothing and feeling pretty disoriented about it. You're sitting in a... very Japanese-style room, the wooden frame walls and their apparently paper walls allowing some of the glow of daylight outside to shine through even without windows. The floor is flat and, you think, bamboo? There's a little thing in the center that bears a small smoldering fire and a metal teapot hung over it, which the woman sitting nearby lifts the handle of and moves to pour into a cup. And boy does she get your attention quickly. She looks like she's probably middle-aged, but very, very beautiful, with smooth, pale skin, Asian features, thick dark hair bundled up in a traditional Japanese style, and a red and purple kimono worn in a... you're supposing not entirely traditional fashion, since it's draped off of her perfect shoulders and bares almost half of her magnificent breasts. She smiles at you with red-painted lips.\n\n"Good morning. I hope you're feeling alright. We couldn't exactly feed you while you were asleep," she notes, leaning forward to set the cup down beside your mat, her breasts bobbling and looking like they're about to come spilling out of her clothes. (How is that kimono even staying up?!) "But we did clean you up a bit, I hope you don't mind."\n\n"Um." You blink, and glance down at yourself. You're bare-chested, but beneath the light blanket piled a bit in your lap you seem to be wearing a pair of white gi pants. Looking back up at her, you just stare for a moment before asking the obvious question: "Where am I?"\n\n"You are in the Jaakuna Hidden Ninja Village," she answers easily enough, smiling as she says it. "As our guest, for the moment."\n\n"Hidden nin-" You trail off, then numbly pick up the tea. You hesitate a bit but sip... not much point to letting you wake up just to poison you, all that. "... But we're in America."\n\n"Well obviously. Isn't Japan the first place you'd look for a secret ninja village? And where's the last place you'd look?"\n\n"... Africa," you reply after a moment's thought.\n\nShe scowls and clenches a fist, looking down at it. "Those Awai bastards, getting there before us just because they answered that email from that Nigerian prince..."\n\nMaybe the tea really was poisoned because it kind of feels like your ears are bleeding. Deciding to not pursue that line of questioning so that your brain doesn't tear itself in half and depart, you instead clear your throat. "Um, thanks for... the clean-up, but why am I here?"\n\n"Well, you discovered the path to our village. Which isn't all that remarkable, it happens occasionally and is why we have guards. But there are two things that made your discovery stand out," she says, holding up two fingers. "The first is that you were able to sense the presence of our guards, which should not have been easy for someone without even a bit of martial arts training. The second is that you actually managed to spot one of our guards, however slightly or briefly. It's why the second one thought you were interesting enough to merely knock out instead of killing."\n\n"... Thanks?" you say, once the shudder has finished passing down your back. \n\n"You're welcome. In fact, I do mean that... I think you have a lot of potential. I am Miyako, the head of this village, and I believe that you could have what it takes to become a ninja. Certainly you're getting a bit of a late start," she says as you stare. "But nothing a bit of intensive training can't bring you up to speed with. Innate potential, though, is something that can't be taught. Since your belongings and state tell a tale of someone either with nowhere to go or looking for somewhere to go, I suggest that it be here."\n\nYour head swims a little. You take a few sips of the tea just for something to do while you collect your thoughts. Finally, all you can think of to say is, "And if I don't want to be a ninja?"\n\n"Well, you could still stay. We are always in need of people to do common labor," she answers with a shrug, and another light bobble of her breasts. My, they're energetic. "I doubt it will be anywhere near as rewarding, and I'd be disappointed to see someone with so much potential waste it. But water does need carrying and crops do need tending. Obviously the only thing that's really a problem would be if you wish to leave, which for obvious reasons I'm afraid you cannot do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become a ninja.|RunNinja1x2]]\n\n[[Just live in the village.|RunNinja]]\n\n[[Demand to leave.|RunNinja]]

Hm, learning to do traps and stuff sounds like a good idea, especially if you're going to have to play catch-up on all your other basic fighting skills. Set a trap, be far away by the time someone sets it off, you could probably do that. Finishing off the last of your rice, you say, "Alright then, I guess I'll study under Master Rai."\n\n"Certainly not a bad choice, and you rather have the body for it," Miyako says thoughtfully as she looks you up and down, which confuses you a bit. Smiling, she says, "Well, I think you should head on over, then. Kuro is outside waiting for you... you might not quite remember her, but she's the guard you managed to catch a glimpse of last night. Kuro~!" she calls. "Please take our new arrival over to see Master Rai!"\n\n"Haiiii," comes a rather sulky-sounding response.\n\n"Uh, should I get, like, a shirt, or...?" you ask.\n\n"Oh, I don't see much point in that, they'll be issuing you a whole new set of clothes over at the Trap Dojo," Miyako replies cheerfully. "Goodbye for now, I'll no doubt see you again soon."\n\nNodding a bit in confusion, you get up and walk out the door. Standing in the hallway is a girl who looks like she might be a year or so older than you, very pretty, her black hair braided and flopped over her left shoulder, her clothes a 'kunoichi' style outfit, black with red trim, the sort that's a fold-over style top (that still shows off C-cups) and comes down below the sash in a flap in front and back, with netting shorts worn under it, and tabi socks on her feet. Also, despite her Asian features, she has creamed-coffee color skin, and when she narrows her eyes at you you notice that one is hazel and the other is, well, red.\n\nNot the greatest at talking to girls anyway, you nevertheless raise your hand a bit. "You must be Kuro. Hi, I'm-"\n\n"A pervert," she says blandly.\n\n"... Huh?"\n\n"C'mon, pervert, I'll take you to the rest of the perverts," she grumbles, turning and stalking down the hall, leaving you to follow after her in confusion.\n\nThe two of you walk across part of the village. It's... about what you'd expect from a 'hidden ninja village', with lots of old-style Japanese buildings, there are just a lot of them, the village apparently more like a fair-sized town. Lots of people of all ages are walking around, wearing various ninja-themed outfits, or some that are just 'rural old Japan' you suppose. Eventually your (apparently grumpy) guide leads you to a relatively large, otherwise nondescript building. Standing out front is a girl who looks like she might be your age, maybe even a little younger, standing and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She has dark purple hair pulled up in a high ponytail and bound with one of those little hairties that has the two tines sticking up, and long falls of hair to either side of her rather adorable face with its big green eyes. She's completely flat, but despite that wearing a rather more skimpy and light purple version of the type of garment Kuro is, minus the netting shorts. She beams as she spots the two of you, waving a hand energetically and cooing in a high, cute voice, "Kuro-chaaaan!"\n\n"Don't call me '-chan'," Kuro grumbles, coming to a stop in front of the short, wide steps at the front of the building and folding her arms. "I brought you your new pervert for your group of perverts."\n\n"Mou, mou, Kuro-chan, so standoffish as always," the girl giggles, making a charming negating motion with one hand. "Wanna stick around and watch his initiation? It'll be fuuuuun!"\n\nInitiation? Blinking, you look over at Kuro, who for some reason has turned the color of a penny and is stammering. After a moment she turns and leaps away, bounding across rooftops and disappearing quickly. Staring after her, you turn back when you hear the girl giggling again.\n\n"She's so cute." Expecting to be told that you'll now be taken to see your new teacher, the girl instead bows. "Welcome to the Trap Dojo. I am Master Rai, but Rai-chan is fine!" she chirps in that high, adorable voice.\n\n"Um." You blink again. "You're... you're Master Rai!"\n\n"Mouuuuu, like I said, Rai-chan, Rai-chan!" She puts her hands on her hips and puffs her cheeks out some, before giggling some more. "But yeah I'm in charge of Trap Dojo!"\n\n"Um, okay. My name is-"\n\n"Tch t-t-t!" Rai raises a hand and wags a finger. "Now that you're shinobi, you discard your old name! For now your name while you train will be... Aoko!" she declares, eyes sparkling. "After those pretty blue eyes!"\n\n"... Okay? But isn't -ko usually a-"\n\n"Anyway!" She hops forward and snags both your hands, pulling you forward and into the building, the doors apparently sliding open of their own accord. She slips over and presses up against your side, making you blush a little as the two of you walk into a larger, open area, the doors sliding closed behind you. There are various mats here, as well as what look like high benches or short tables of various heights scattered around. Some sort of training area? "Here is where you will learn all about the art of luring an enemy to their doom! Deception and trickery are the arts of the Trap Master, along with many other skills you can learn! But ne ne, first, I have a really important question, Aoko-chan!"\n\nYou almost find yourself repeating Kuro about being called '-chan', even though you only have a general understanding of the suffix's meaning, but decide that smarting off to your new master probably isn't a really good way to start. "Okay, Rai-... chan?"\n\n"Do you like girls, or boys?" At your flummoxed expression, she giggles again. "Mou, mou, it's okay if you like both! In that case, just tell me which one you like more!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Girls.|RunNinja1x4]]\n\n[[Boys.|RunNinja]]

You take a few moments to think it over, but heck. If this is a dream, don't pinch you too hard, because what kid your age (or admittedly probably younger) hasn't dreamed of an invitation to ninja training? "Alright, I'll accept your ninja training."\n\n"Wonderful!" she coos, raising her hands and clapping twice. The sliding door of the room opens, and a trio of good-looking young women (you'd guess early twenties?) all wearing black gi-style tops that come to just below their hips... and not much else that you can see... come in carrying trays. Two of them move over to briefly settle on their knees in front of you and lay out trays laden with food... one bearing a bowl of rice and several meat dishes, the other with a few plates of sushi... while the other turns away and kneels in front of Miyako, leaning forward to set the other tray that bears just a long-stemmed pipe (and in the process, showing that she is in fact wearing something under the gi top... a tiny little white g-string that does absolutely nothing to hide her pucker and just barely covers the lips of her pussy). All three then rise and move back to the door, turning to bow before leaving.\n\n"Eat, eat," Miyako encourages, snapping you out of your daze. It doesn't take any more prompting than that, and you hurriedly set to, considering how long it's been since you had anything like real food. She sits there puffing lightly at the pipe, smiling as she watches you, frangrant bits of smoke curling up from the pipe or her red lips. "Now, while you eat, though, you should consider which master to apprentice under."\n\n"Mthtr?" you mumble around a full mouth, blushing a little as you realize that you just sprayed a few grains of rice in the fire.\n\nMiyako at least doesn't seem to mind. "Indeed. We have many styles and variants of our art in this village. Any of them and their students are fully capable of training you in the basics as well as beginning to train you in their specialty, so it is to your benefit to begin forging a relationship with your new master as soon as possible. Let me see... there is [[Kage|RunNinja]], the Master of the Unseen. Probably what you would consider the 'standard ninja', one whose specialty is in moving undetected and attacking without trace. Then there is his opposite number, [[Mei|RunNinja2x1]], the Master of Dancers. She teaches what I believe the internet calls 'highly visible ninjas'... martial artists who incorporate a showy, exuberant aspect to their styles so that they can make a statement with their missions and activities. [[Rai|RunNinja1x3]] is the Master of Traps, expert of tricking others with appearances and luring targets to their doom. [[Hikage|RunNinja]] is Master of Mystics, ninjas whose focus is on ancient magic and secret ki arts." She pauses briefly, before saying, "And while I would not necessarily recommend it, [[Ken|RunNinja]] is Master of the Shadows."\n\n"Shadows?" You swallow your current mouthful. "How is that different than the Unseen?"\n\n"In many ways they are similar... and in many ways they are very, very different. I assume you have some basic understanding of how police departments work from television and such?" At your nod, Miyako continues. "If the Unseen are the beat officers and detectives, then the Shadows are Internal Affairs. They are the ones responsible for insuring that the Jaakuna follow our shinobi code, and bring punishment and judgment on those who stray from it. They are seen in a similar light by the rest of the ninja as well... zealots and oppressors, always there waiting eagerly to pounce on some unsuspecting, good-hearted ninja who accidentally stepped a toe out of line. The truth is, obviously, not so clear-cut and simplified. But it does result in them being populated mostly by those who are already outcasts... orphans, those who failed mastery tests of other arts, misfits. I will not say you should not join them, they always need as many good people as possible, but it might be difficult for you."\n\n

You awaken a little disoriented. You're in a small wooden room, with a single small, high-up window. There's not much in here, nor is there room for much... there's the simple mat you're laying on, what looks like another rolled-up mat, a small trunk with an unlit lantern sitting atop it, and a stretch of empty floor. All in all it's probably barely large enough to count as a "walk-in closet" let alone a room. There's just enough pale silvery light coming in through the window to light things to 'dim', and after a moment you stand up, examining yourself. You're clean again... actually your skin looks cleaner than it's ever been. Smoother and softer too, without a single hint of body hair below your eyebrows, after a few checks. Where before you'd been scrawny, you now seem rather, well, sleek. Your hips and ass have a bit of extra padding, just enough to give them some extra roundness, same for your legs and arms. You look... girlier?\n\nAs you're trying to figure out what happened to you, the door slides open, admitting light from the hallway and showing the cheerful-seeming Rai. "Ah, good, you're up! Oooo, you look so pretty, Aoko-chan!"\n\n"What...?" You blink, noticing your voice is just a bit higher. Not quite as high and cute as Rai's, but it's enough to make you raise your hand to your throat. "What happened to me?!"\n\n"I helped you absorb the ki being released by all that cum being put in you and on you as Feminine Energy. It's something you'll learn to do as a Trap Ninja. Of course, as Master I know all the little tricks," he answers with a giggle. "But for right now it'll take you awhile to get started. Over time you'll learn to alter your appearance to suit your mission, or just your whims. Like me!" he adds, lifting the front flap of his ninja garb to show off sleek black panties clinging to the bulge of his cock and balls. "By manipulating my Masculine and Feminine Energies, I can make myself appear like an innocent, darling little girly-boy," he explains, the bulge shrinking down smaller, becoming a simple bump in the fabric. "Or I can be hung like the most bred-for-fucking stud there is," he continues, the bulge swiftly growing back out, until the panties are just barely covering it, the thick outline of the shaft seeming to strain the cloth while the balls drag it down heavily and bulge out the sides a bit. "And of course, illusion magic can hide the fact that it's there at all even without shapeshifting!" he chirps, a puff of pink smoke surrounding his crotch, then drifting away and leaving it utterly smooth.\n\nYou just stare, then shake your head slowly. "But... why? What's the point of it?"\n\n"Trap Ninjas of any sort are all about appearing as something we're not," Rai explains, letting his flap drop with another light puff of smoke, hiding whatever size he's made himself at the moment. "Be it making ourselves look harmless or alluring, tempting our targets with their secret desires or desires they never knew they had, it's all about luring them in and keeping them off guard so we can accomplish our mission."\n\n"What... what sort of mission?"\n\n"All sorts! Sometimes it's assassination, obviously, but other times it's just things like stealing information, or planting something, or even just gathering humiliating blackmail material. I think you can guess one way we'd obviously do that," he adds with a giggle. "The point is that we're masters of disguise and subterfuge. Our whole existence is one of being a trap to lure in our targets, you see?"\n\n"Which is why I couldn't be left straight," you reply a little wryly. "Because obviously one of the things I'd have to do is seduce guys."\n\n"Preeetty much!" Rai smiles, tucking his hands behind his back, and rocking on his heels. Then his cheeks flush and he gives a little giggle. "But I admit I really like doing it too. Especially you, you're really cute, Aoko-chan. And Miyako-sama says you have a lot of potential, and I believe it. I've never seen someone take so well to absorbing energy, you're a natural. You could possibly reach one of the highest ranks of ninja that follow the path of the Trap, 'Succunin', and it's been a long time since I had a student that I thought had a real chance for that!"\n\nRai must see the look of uncertainty on your face, because he pouts. "Hey, I know you may not be totally prepared for this, but you're not thinking of quitting, are you? I mean... we do have things you could do other than become a true Trap Ninja, but don't quit just because I sprung this on you! I mean... it's kind of what I do, I'm sorry!"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's okay.|RunNinja1x6]]\n\n[[You want out.|RunNinja]]

"I-I like girls!" you blurt, shaking your head. "I mean, I totally like girls, I'm not into guys, really."\n\n"Ohhhh?" Rai blinks those big green eyes at you, raising a fingertip to the corner of her mouth. \n\n"Yeah," you say in a calmer tone once you're past the first blush of embarrassment. "I like girls, for real."\n\n"Okay then!" She smiles brightly and pats you on the back a few times, nudging you ahead of her. "Good to know! Now we can get on to the initiation!" She purses her lips and gives a whistle.\n\nSeveral of the other doors slide open, and men walk in. Large, muscular, men. Large, muscular, <i>naked</i> men. Large, muscular, naked men with gleaming, oiled-up skin and heafty, shining erect cocks jutting up from their crotches. Your eyes widen, and you're just about to demand to know what's going on when your pants are abruptly yanked down, small, cute hands closing around your wrists with a grip like steel, just before a very slick-feeling and very long cock pushes its way deftly into your ass. While your mouth is still open in utter shock and your body still trembling, you hear Rai's voice coo, "Mmmm! There's nothing like feeling a straight boy's ass trembling around your cock for the first time!"\n\nYou look over your shoulder at Rai as she... he... lightly twists your arms to move you into a more bent-over position, his pretty face showing a much more wicked grin and his green eyes glittering with glee as he starts working his hips in and out. Maybe it's some secret ninja art, because despite your anal virginity he's taking you easily, his balls lightly slapping against yours and making your limp cock wobble as he pumps into you. "Not straight for long though!" he adds in a giggle, still using that perfectly girly voice even as his thrusts lightly jar loose his top, revealing more of what's now obviously a boy's chest, even if it is one with slightly puffy pink nipples.\n\n"W-what, no!" you protest, unable to help a moan slipping out with the words. Because despite that it is starting to feel really good having Rai's surprisingly long and thick cock pumping into your ass, your tight hole indeed squeezing around him repeatedly at the depth of his thrusts, making him feel even bigger inside you.\n\n"'Fraid you've got no choice, Aoko-chaaan!" Rai laughs, starting to work his hips faster even as the men start to draw in closer. "It's one of the many skills I wield as Master of Traps! I'm going to fuck the heterosexual riiiight out of you! Mm, not all the way, don't want you turning fully gay... well, not yet," he adds with another little giggle.\n\nDespite yourself you start giving moans and little (somewhat girlish) cries as Rai keeps fucking you, your cock slowly but steadily hardening up and starting to bounce up and down beneath your belly as his slender hips impact yours. Almost against your will you start rocking back against him some, before finally giving in and moaning full-throated as pre starts dribbling out of your cock with his thrusts. When he finally thrusts forward into you and you feel a wet heat spreading deep inside, you give a loud whimper, your own cock spurting long, thick strands of cum out to spatter on the floor, laying there discarded like your heterosexuality.\n\nAs Rai slips out of you, two of the large men grab you and heft you up, carrying you to one of those nearby benches and laying you down on it on your back. You now get what it was for... it's almost the perfect height to put you at crotch level to them, and the perfect length for your head and legs to dangle over the sides. One of them lifts your legs up into the air and against his broad chest, pushing that massive slicked-up pole into your already well-fucked ass, while the other's strong hands grip your head and throat to angle it down. Whatever technique Rai used to hilt in your virgin ass so easily, this guy apparently knows as well, since he similarly stuffs his prick between your lips all at once, bulging your throat and leaving you gulping and sucking at it by reflex as much as anything else. His balls slap against your face as he starts thrusting forward, leaving you quagging and slurping at him, and more eagerly with every stroke of the cocks spitroasting you. \n\nAfter a few moments you feel sleek, soft hands stroking and rubbing over your chest, then one wrapping around your cock, stroking it a few times before there's the feel of a wet, soft tongue. By the time you feel soft lips and a hot mouth closing around your cockhead and then sliding down unhesitatingly, you're pretty darn sure that it's Rai sucking you off as you're double-fucked by the big strong gleaming men. Your cock shudders lightly in the tight feel of his throat, his tongue doing things it seems like it shouldn't be able to in that little space, making you cum again after mere seconds. You can hear a muffled giggle over your own muffled moans and the sound of the cocks slamming into your holes, as Rai's expert tonguework and throat manipulation makes sure that you actually get harder rather than losing any steam.\n\nEventually the man fucking your ass pumps you full of a thick, hot load, while the one using your face pulls out and strokes himself off, decorating your gasping, flushed face with thick splatters of his seed. As you're gasping and twitching, your face painted like a two dollar whore's, you feel Rai's mouth slide off your cock. Lifting your head, you see him settling onto another, lower bench, this one with an angled, padded second 'shelf' below it. He grins as he lifts up his legs, showing off a pink, glistening pucker, his eyes making it very clear what the invitation means. Shivering, you tumble off of your own bench and make your way over, letting your legs rest on the padded area as you move into position above Rai. You can feel his cock brushing against your stomach as you angle your own into place, then moan as you push forward, feeling his hot, tight hole practically suck you in as you slide inside him. You watch as Rai bites his lower lip, an expression of utter pleasure at having your cock inside him on his pretty face.\n\nOf course, you're not too surprised when one of the men pushes you forward and settles to his knees behind you, pushing into your heavily cum-lubed ass. You moan out, the sound muffled as Rai leans up and kisses you hard, his tongue swirling with yours eagerly as the big man's thrusts rock you forward against him. It's not long before another man breaks the kiss by pushing his thick prick in between your two mouths, leaving you both to run your lips and tongues along it, worshiping the gleaming pole. The two of you moan like girls as cock after cock is offered up to you or stuffed into you, with you cumming in Rai's ass over and over again for the long time that you remain in that position.\n\nHe gets to return the favor over the several hours the initiation lasts, obviously.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|RunNinja1x5]]

Life in the Trap Dojo turns out to be pretty good overall, really. Your training is very difficult and tiring, especially at first, but the benefits are, well, pretty great. First of all there's the fact that sex is simply a natural part of training, and while it's often just as intense and grueling as the combat training, well... it's sex, so it's still a lot more fun than squats and pushups. Mingled in with that is the fact that pretty much everyone in the dojo is extremely attractive... not just your teachers, the other students are all pretty boys and handsome girls.\n\nPart of adding sex to the training is to eliminate any shame or hesitation you might otherwise feel, and get you used to fucking as just a natural thing to be done as easily as signing your name. So even when a lesson doesn't specifically involve sex, one of your senseis will generally tend to go ahead and throw some in at the end of the session. You get quite used to being bent over a desk by Rei, moaning as her slicked-up strapon slides deep into your ass and her strong, firm hands run over your back or grip in your now blonde ponytail, her bare pussy dripping down her thighs as she fucks you. Or to Kei on his knees in the kitchen, gentle brown eyes fixed on your face as he bobs his head over your cock slowly and affectionately. Or to laying on your back on the floor, your and Murasaki's clothes disheveled, his smiling painted lips parted and face flushed as he fucks you near-frantically, his sultry voice cooing out a mingled litany of venomous praise and loving abuse. Or spending afternoons calmly reading old scrolls while Daremo strokes your cock so smoothly and gradually that you barely even notice when you cum against the underside of the table. And then of course there's always Rai("-chan!"), who pops in occasionally for some special lesson or another... or just slips into your room in the middle of the night, with you waking up either balls-deep in his mouth or with him already halfway to cumming in your ass.\n\nOf course you similarly get along well with the other students, of which there's a dozen or so. (Sometimes they come and go, apparently on missions, meaning you occasionally meet new people, or people you're used to just aren't there one morning without explanation. You guess that's part of ninja life too.) Lessons don't just involve sparring with each other or trying to steal objects off of one another... sometimes it's seeing who can make the other cum the fastest, or who passes out from a marathon fuck session first. And then there's the lessons that wind up teasing and getting each other aroused but not delivering, like ones of picking out sexy outfits for hypothetical missions or practicing enticing body language. There's a large and very nice bathhouse that's part of the dojo where most of you adjourn to after lessons end, and in the hot humid air and warm tile most nights things quickly turn into a pre-dinner orgy, with soft moans as eager, sleek cocks pump into tight asses or tongues are thrust deep into smooth-shaven pussies. Even on nights where most of you are too exhausted to do much more than soak the soreness out of your muscles, there will still be at least one couple with someone bent over the edge of a tub and the other thrusting into them from behind, even if they're so tired they're absently chatting with other people while fucking.\n\nAfter roughly six months, Rai takes you out of one of your lessons, grinning at you as he turns to look you over. "I like your hair," he says with a giggle, indicating your golden blonde 'do that's done in a style highly similar to his own. "You definitely look the proper American ninja now! I'm so happy with how far you've come, too. You're already catching up to most of the other students, it looks like Miyako-sama was right... you have an innate potential for this! That's why it's time to go on your first mission!"\n\nA shiver of mingled excitement and fear runs through you. "Really? A mission? By myself?"\n\n"Mhm! We don't hold your hand around here, we don't send you on a mission unless we think you can handle it by yourself. You will have backup, but they're mostly just to help guide you on your way there and back, they've been instructed to keep well back from you and not interfere. They'll have all the information on your target and goals. For now see Daremo for some outsider clothing, both to wear on your trip and for the mission."\n\nSoon you're trotting through the village, wearing a pale pink t-shirt, white pleated skirt, pink stockings, and white sneakers, your hair dropped into a lower ponytail with a baby blue scrunchy and a purple bag slung on your shoulder. As you arrive at the edge of the village and spot another person in street clothes, you stop and blink. "Oh, hey, it's you."\n\nKuro, wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, a simple black backpack on her back, turns to face you, frowning thoughtfully. After a moment her jaw drops. "Y-... y-... it's <i>you</i>?!" she stammers, raising a finger to point at you.\n\n"Eheheh." You rub the back of your head lightly. "Aoko here. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Again."\n\nKuro just continues to stare for a few moments, then shakes her head and grumbles, "I knew you were a pervert like the rest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Point out that this is about the mission.|RunNinja1x8]]\n\n[[Try to make friends.|RunNinja]]

"Well. I guess I understand, since that's just the way of it," you say with a sigh.\n\n"Great!" Rai instantly perks back up. "Then tonight I'll introduce you to the other teachers here and we'll have dinner, and tomorrow you'll begin your lessons! Here!" He reaches behind him and draws out (from somewhere) a small folded stack of clothes. "Get dressed!"\n\nYou blush some as you realize not only what the stack contains, but that Rai apparently intends to stand there and watch. Oh well. You pull on the tight little dark blue g-string, the front of it melding up closely against your cock and balls, the band riding high on your hips and slipping between your pert asscheeks... you have a feeling that, like the servant girl you saw when you first arrived, it will do absolutely nothing to hide your asshole. You pull on the similarly-designed to Rai's top, though yours is a pale pink-purple color, and tie it with the white sash, then sit down on the trunk to pull on the dark blue thigh-high stockings that leave your heels and toes bare. Rai looks you over thoughtfully. "We'll have to get you to grow your hair out, and for an American ninja with such pretty blue eyes you really should be a blonde, but we can take care of that later. For now you look great! Come with me, I'll take you to the teachers' dining room. Tomorrow you'll begin eating with the other students, but tonight it's a special dinner with us!"\n\nYou follow Rai through the hallways, to a fair-sized room with a low, round table in the center of it, already set with multiple plates of food, the rest of the room decorated with vases filled with lovely feminine flower arrangements. The people sitting at the table all rise and bow as the two of you enter, Rai moving forward to stand beside each as he introduces them.\n\n"Aoko-chan, this is Rei-sensei," he chirps, standing beside what looks like a tall, lean, pretty man with short-cropped black hair and intense, dark eyes, wearing a black ninja top and pants, wrappings faintly visible around the chest beneath the top. "Rei is our combat master and a specialist in Masculine Energy. She can teach you not only to boost your muscles, strength, and stamina, but the essence of how to charm women with calm flattery and gentle arrogance!"\n\nHe takes a few steps to the side to stand next to a somewhat shorter ninja who looks like a beautiful young woman, wearing a white ninja outfit with flaps that come nearly to her ankles, making it more like a high-slit dress than anything else, her features elegant and brown hair drawn back into a simple, motherly ponytail, her hands clasped in front of her and her smile gentle. "Kei, meanwhile, is our domestic specialist. He can teach you any of the skills you need to pass as whatever mundane profession your cover requires. His charm specialty is soothing motherliness and wifely warmth."\n\nStepping over to stand next to what looks like a sultry woman in provocative makeup wearing a shiny purple ninja outfit that leaves long, curvaceous legs bare save for the netting stockings sheathing them, Rai says, "This is Murasaki, our spymaster. He can teach you not only the intricacies of information gathering and easing what you want to know out of your target, but is also a master of Feminine Energy, that which we use to enhance our agility, appeal, and pleasure. His specialty in charm is seduction and sluttiness."\n\nThe final person Rai comes to stand next to is shorter even than you, with white hair and silver eyes, their lower face covered by a grey mask. The tight grey high-necked sleeveless top and the low-slung baggy pants on their flat chest and lean form don't really lean one way or the other in this room where no one is what they seem, giving a sense of utter androgyny. "Last, and by appearance but not skill least, is Daremo. Daremo is the keeper of all our secret arts, including those we use for shapeshifting and illusion magic. Their charm specialty is to be innocuous and nonthreatening."\n\nAll of those assembled bow again and give various greetings, with Rai beaming. "At first all of them will have a little bit to teach you, but over time we'll probably assign one or two as your primary sensei to help build your specialty. Once you've discovered what that is. For now, let's eat!"\n\n<hr>\n[[And then you eat.|RunNinja1x7]]

"So what's this about elite materials?" you ask curiously.\n\n"Elite materials are a special kind of gathering quest that are almost always open. Typically they're components from some sort of monster that are rare, or more likely extremely difficult to get because of the nature of obtaining them. Naga Milk, for example."\n\n"I'm guessing nagas don't exactly just offer themselves up to be milked?" you ask dryly.\n\nThe guild girl blushes a bit, and shakes her head. "They do not. Most elite materials are spell components of some sort, and the local Mage's Guild has a standing order for them at their tower, with us keeping a list of those standing orders. Of course, um... for some spell components, you'll need a female companion, or to hire a special retainer called an Elite Material Transporter," she adds, blushing even brighter.\n\n"Why's that?"\n\n"W-well, you see, some of the elite materials are for..." She clears her throat. "... Monster ejaculate."\n\nYou can't help but let out an amused snort. "Seriously?"\n\n"Y-yes, seriously. Various kinds have certain properties the mages need. But... the item... will degrade rapidly if put in any other sort of container than a... well, a womb. So you would need a female party member willing to... retain... the, um... ... the item... or hire a Transporter, a woman who specializes in exactly that."\n\nYou almost want to take one of those just so you can meet the sort of woman that decides to make it her job to get fucked and cum in by monsters so that she can transport the results back to the wizard's tower. But while you're musing on that, the guild girl heads to one of the counters, and comes back with a sheet of paper. "Here are the current outstanding elite item orders. I crossed out the ones that you can't take yet because of your current guild rank."\n\nAlas, no going right to having someone collect dragon jizz, huh? Trying not to smirk too much and instead just thanking the guild girl, you instead take a look at the list.\n\n<hr>\n[[Naga Milk|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Dullahan Head (Alive)|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Witch (Whole)|IseSimM]]\n\n[[Orc Ejaculate|IseSimM]]

You consider for a moment, then press a bit more firmly at the hidden comm, murmuring to your wrist. "There's a huge crowd today, I think the two of us better stay unless you really need the backup."\n\n<i>"Approaching signals now. They look fairly weak, I think we'll be alright, you take care of the guests."</i>\n\n"We here at Worldland aim to please," you reply dryly, before dropping your hand and grinning at Rei, who winks and heads off towards where some kid is squealing her name, the child's father practically drooling at the sight of her jiggling breasts. You take a breath and fix your own guest-greeting grin back in place, turning back to the throngs of people. Back to the grind!\n\nAnd indeed, after about an hour, the crowd thins just enough that you get your first indecent proposal, and soon you're in an alleyway, grinding your practically bare ass against a pudgy middle-aged man's crotch while unzipping the jeans of his considerably leaner and better-looking teenaged son. You smile at the nervously-grinning boy, drawing out his stiff cock and stroking it gently in your gloved hands while his father kneads your tits brazenly. After a few moments you give him a bit of a nudge back and then bend forward, sliding your mouth down around his cock and hearing him moan, while his father's big hands knead at your ass and then tear away the crotch of your Senshi outfit.\n\nFather and son only spitroast you for about five minutes before the son gives a whimper and shoves your head down on his cock, his cum pouring down your throat while his dad's gushes into your pussy, which flutters and squeezes around him as you have a small, shivery orgasm. That's pretty typical, really... most guests want to fuck you and hurry back to their families before anyone gets suspicious. Both of them pull out and give vague murmurs of gratitude as they hurry out, tucking themselves away hurriedly.\n\nYou stand up and take a moment to wipe your face with the special cloth provided to mascots, instantly cleaning off smears of cum and saliva and fixing your makeup. They really do have the most magical things here. You concentrate on your outfit to have it seal back up in the crotch, the material easily absorbing the cum leaking into it, then start back towards the mouth of the alley yourself... only to find another guest waiting there. He was apparently watching for at least part of the last encounter, since he already has his stiff cock and, without a word, pushes down on your shoulder. You squat, letting your legs spread, press one hand around the base of his cock as he guides your head to it, rolling your eyes up to look at him as you gulp his dick down repeatedly, leaving green smears and circles on the dark skin.\n\nAnd so the day goes... being bent over, getting on your knees, on all fours. Huffing, panting middle-aged men pounding you up the ass, shivering, moaning teenaged boys cumming in your mouth. Blushing, bravado-filled teenage girls eager to get their pussies eaten by a contemporary, and cooing, smirking housewives eager to eat a teenage girl's pussy. You buck and moan and gasp and beg for more, and then head out to smile and pose for pictures before being snagged again... or occasionally doing the snagging. Hey, it's not like you're not having fun too, after all!\n\nEventually, your shift draws to an end. You noticed Rei heading into one of the alleys with what looked like an entire family, so decide not to wait for her and head back to the locker room on your lonesome. You strip efficiently and head for the showers, rows of cylinders each with four showerheads coming off of them and small dispensers for soap(/lube) and shampoo(/also lube). You twist the hot water, sighing gratefully as it starts cascading down over you. You're reaching for the shampoo when a pair of breasts at least as big as yours and a cock much bigger than any you ever had both press up against you from behind, the stiff shaft rubbing slickly against your asscheeks.\n\n"Hey, Makoto, you mind?" Mai asks, hands reaching around to lightly fondle your soaked tits. "I wound up doing almost nothing but photo ops today, I'm a little pent up."\n\nYou roll your eyes a little, but nod. "Yeah, okay, sure." You nudge her back and then lean forward, bracing your hands against the shower cylinder. The busty shemale ninja presses the tip of her lube-dripping dick against your pucker, then slowly pushes inside, making you grunt a little as she pops it in. You shift your feet a little, gripping the textured tile more firmly with your toes as you make sure you have a good stance. "Day okay otherwise?"\n\n"Pretty good," she replies, voice taking on a slightly breathless tone as she starts pumping her cock into your ass. "You know me, seeing boys pop insta-hardons when they see me is almost as good as fucking their cute little butts!"\n\nYou snicker as your tits sway back and forth, water spraying in little lines and droplets from where it runs down your back and over them. "Even by mascot standards, you're a perv."\n\n"Mmm!"\n\n"Hey, Makoto," Minako greets evenly as she pads up to the same cylinder and turns on one of the other showerheads. "Hey, Mai."\n\n"Hey," you acknowledge over the sound of Mai's hips slapping hard and fast against your asscheeks.\n\n"Hi, cute stuff, how's it going," Mai says, voice catching, her tits bouncing even more than your own are at this point as she fucks your tight hole with abandon.\n\n"Ugh, I hate the evening-to-night shift," Minako grouses, rolling her eyes and squirting a bit of her own bodywash into her hand, before setting it down next to the bottle of shampoo beside her foot. She starts soaping up her chest, tits soon glistening amidst the lather. "When the sun sets it's like, nothing but the dudes who make it creepy." She makes a face, letting her tongue loll out, raising her hands and making little claws of them. "Slobber slobber, my waifu, my waifu, come home with me." She gives a dramatic shudder and a little 'blech'. "So gross."\n\n"I haven't had to do one yet, sounds lame," you agree, then give a little 'mmf!' and shudder as you feel Mai slam forward and start cumming in you, your pussy giving a small squirt against her already soaked balls.\n\n"Yeah, evening-to-night's no fun," Mai pants, slowly drawing her slightly softened cock out of your ass, letting little dribbles of her cum leak out and down onto your pussy, already getting diluted by the shower water as they do. "Overnight shift on Spring Break, Halloweek, and Christmas Fling is even worse."\n\n"Oh, gawd, don't even remind me," Minako groans as Mai moves to the showerhead across from yours and you straighten up to resume lathering up. "My entire social li-... yeah, sure, just do my hair for me while you do, alright?" The blonde hands her shampoo bottle to Auron, then leans forward to mimic your own earlier posture. "My entire social life just, hnnh, just dead for an entire week at a time." She sighs mournfully, even as she gives a few little gasps from the grizzled swordsman's cock starting to pump her pussy. She glances up at you as he starts working fingers into her hair, starting to get it sudsed up, some of them running down the slopes of her swaying tits as the water follows the curve of her neck and shoulders. "What're you doing tonight?"\n\n"Probably just staying in with Rei again, why?" you answer, arching your back to rinse off your own chest and then stepping back a little to let the water hit your crotch.\n\n"Well the only good thing about the evening-to-night is that it's shorter than a regular shift, so I was thinking if it's okay with you guys, I'd come over after for a late dinner, maybe invite the others, watch a movie?" Minako suggests, tilting her head back partly to keep suds from running in her eyes and partly because Auron's switched from shampooing her hair to lightly using it as reins as he pounds her pussy.\n\n"I'll have to run it by Rei-chan but she'll probably be fine with it." You turn around and let the water rinse off your back. "I'll text you when I talk to her, okay?"\n\n"'Kaaay."\n\nYou grin as you finish up, smacking Auron on the ass in passing and hearing both him and Minako moan as that apparently sets him off. "Glad to be of service!" you call with a laugh as you head back to your locker. Panties, bra, socks, jeans, sweater, purse, door. You trot along the pathway, sighing a bit in relief at the workday being over.\n\n"Oh, hey, aren't you the Sailor Jupiter chick?"\n\nYou blink a little, glancing aside. There's a small clump of boys... maybe seniors in high school?... nearby, several of them wearing letter jackets. One of them's grinning, and it takes you a moment to place him... oh, right, you sucked his balls earlier today until he came in your hair. "Yeah, hi." You get your customer service smile back in place. "I'm actually off work right now, though."\n\n"Nah, it's cool. Just thought I'd say hey." He shrugs and smiles again, then gives an exaggerated 'oh' and a quick jerk of his hand, as if he'd just thought of something. How cute. "Actually, y'know, our whole football team is here, sort of a reward for how good we did last year, y'know? Our chaperones are gonna be 'otherwise occupied' tonight so we're having a huge party in basically a whole floor of the hotel. If you want, you could come, y'know?"\n\nPart of you wants to be a little amused at the thought of being invited to some teenage party where the most exciting thing will probably be illicit drinking... not too long ago that would have been a dream, now it just seems a bit mundane. Part of you, however, conjures up the image of what could be dozens of horny, athletic, possibly hung teenage boys, who either already know or will shortly be informed that you're a complete slut. That part of you has your pussy immediately swamped, to the point that you can feel your panties clinging to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Decline.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

"How about we go to your room and actually, y'know, do it on the futon?" you say dryly. \n\n"Oh, Ranma such a prude," Shampoo says with a sigh as she gets to her feet, already undoing the clasps of her dress. With a slight shrug she's instantly naked (save for the purple slippers on her feet), apparently deciding that if she's not going to fuck right in the restaurant she's at least going to walk through it naked. Barely giving you time to snag your pants, she grabs you by the hand and heads for the stairs, leading the way up, obviously slightly adjusting her walk to make sure her tits and ass jiggle with every step. \n\nUpstairs she breezes in, barely even bothering to nudge the door towards generally being closed before she pushes you down onto the futon. You take a few moments to undo the clasps on your shirt while she's similarly settling her cheongsam over a chair.\n\n"Ranma finally ready for more fun?" she asks as she turns back to you, grinning and resting her hands on her broad, bare hips.\n\n<hr>\n[["Lock the door first."|MRanX]]\n\n[["Yup!"|MRanX]]

Obviously he'd want to stuff his cock in one of those big, powerful-looking assholes, you think as you carry the stool over to the stallion side. Though you're trying not to think too hard about why that seems obvious to you. You set the stool down behind the stall of a brown horse with a pitch black pucker and heavy balls and sheath hanging down, then step back, making a show of glancing back and forth at the doors to let Harold know you're keeping an eye out.\n\nThe horse mascot quickly steps up onto the stool, resting one toon-gloved hand on the horse's rump, and using the other to rub the underside of his cock over that powerful pucker and thump it against the beast's taint a few times, the horse giving a few huffs and nickers at it. The animal then gives a surprised whinny as Harold actually pushes his big foam rubber equine prick into the very flesh and blood equine's ass, the beast stomping a hoof as it's penetrated. You squirm a little as you watch, still taking glances back and forth at the doors, but also finding yourself strangely drawn to watch more and more of that dildo-like dick slide into the horse's ass, until Harold's stiff foam-rubber balls are pressing against that tough black taint.\n\nThe horse continues to snort and nicker, even whinny occasionally as Harold starts fucking it, really pumping that big foam rubber dick into its thick, spread asshole. But as you watch, the actual horse's own cock slides out of its sheath, dangling down below it, but getting a bit harder every time Harold thrusts into it, as if each of his strokes was pumping more blood into the veined pillar of pink flesh, its head flaring out more and more as it does. Soon the horse is fully hard as well, its heavy black balls swaying beneath it as Harold's thump just above them, its cock swaying and jiggling steadily below it as Harold gives out low moans of "Duuuude" and "Tooootally".\n\nYour cock has grown achingly hard in your pants, and after a few minutes you can't take any more. You quickly undo your jeans and let them and your underwear drop, stepping out of them and spreading your feet, stroking your stiff prick as you watch the living mascot fuck one of the animals he's based on. You still toss a glance towards the doors every so often even as you give in to the lust the strange sight has inspired in you, but most of your attention is now completely on the lewd, bizarre sight in front of you, your eyes heavy-lidded and your hips lightly working towards the pumps of your hand as you jerk off.\n\nIt's actually not much longer before Harold lets out a loud groan and thrusts forward, something that looks a lot like the thick goopy slime from some toysets spurting out around the base of his cock and spattering the stallion's thick black asshole. The stallion gives a loud whinny as well, its cock twitching up and down in the air as it spurts long ropes of thick bestial cum forward to spatter in the hay and against the wall of the stall. You shudder and give a hard gasp as your own cock twitches in your hand, a few thick spurts of cum shooting forward onto the floor and almost hitting the legs of the step stool, before the rest goes dribbling down your fingers as you continue to stroke lightly.\n\n"Mmmm, man, that was totally exactly what I needed, dude," Harold declares as he pulls his cock out of the stallion's ass, the foam rubber member still exactly as hard as it was before, just now smeared and dripping with that viscous cumlike goo. "Hey, looks like you got something you needed too!" he adds cheerfully.\n\n'Not yet,' you immediately think, brain still fogged with lust. You won't have gotten what you need until-\n\n<hr>\n[[-you fuck the stallion too.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[-the stallion fucks you.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[-Harold fucks you.|HerschelHorse]]

"Okay, so like, here's the thing, man," Harold confides as he leans in. "Like, I'm a horse, yanno?"\n\n"Yeaaaah," you agree, nodding a little while eyeing him warily.\n\n"So, like, it's only natural for me to like horses, an' junk, yanno? 'Cept..." He does an exaggerated glance around with his big mascot head, expression never changing despite his whispered tone. "'Cept, see, I like <i>horses</i>, dig?"\n\n"... Ohhhhhhh," you murmur, nodding. That's... pretty kinky, you guess, and yet it makes perfect sense. "I guess that would be pretty embarrassing. And distracting."\n\n"Just, like, I figure if I could have at least one go at it, it'd clear my head, dig? There's even a stable full of horses here at Worldland," he confides. \n\n"But you can't get to it?" This is all pretty pervy, but still, you're willing to play along, especially with a promise of a huge reward on the table.\n\n"Nah, it's not that. It's even pretty empty of employees and people most of the time. It's just, like... I need someone there for, yanno, moral support, and also to keep an eye out for anybody just in case. So if you could just come along and help out, and then keep an eye on the doors and junk while I'm, yanno..."\n\nHm. It looks like you're really going to do this. This is definitely a level of lewd you didn't expect when you came over to talk to the cartoon mascots... are you really going to watch some guy in a big foam rubber outfit fuck a horse in front of you? Still, you can't get it out of your mind how Herschel said the reward would be really good, so you finally nod. "Yeah, yeah sure, I can do that."\n\n"Great, dude! This way!"\n\nHarold leads you deeper into the park, along both obvious public street paths and a few more back alley passages. He does have to stop a few times to pose and snap pictures with families, and you can't help but smirk at the thought that as he's posing with those cute kids and smiling parents he's probably thinking of stuffing his dick inside a quadruped. But finally the two of you get into an area of the park where almost no one seems to be walking around, mostly undecorated, obviously functional buildings, one of which he opens the door to and lets out a smell that's unmistakably a stable, whether you've ever actually been in one or not. There's a number of stalls on each side, with the horses within facing outward towards the windows along the opposite side. This leaves their large equine asses positioned almost perfectly near the stall doors, which are low enough that on one side you can see the large, black, almost rubbery pussies of the mares, and on the other the thick, donut-like assholes and dangling balls of the stallions.\n\n"Oh yeah, dude," Harold groans, undoing the front of his pants. You're a little surprised, both that he seems intent on going through with this, but when he pulls out a large, black foam rubber horsecock and starts stroking it with his toon-gloved hands, giving low moans as if he could actually feel it. Could it really be...? "Oh yeah, just being in here knowing I'm finally gonna get to stuff one of these beauties, it's so hot, dude! Q-quick, man, get me a box or something!"\n\nOh, right, he'd need to get up behind them, right? You're still determined to go through with this, so you quickly look around and spot what looks like an almost suspiciously perfect wooden stepping stool, flat and broad on top with wide rectangular legs. You pick it up, then glance back and forth. You're betting you need to put it behind a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-mare.|HerschelHorse9x1]]\n\n[[-stallion.|HerschelHorse8x2]]

"Leeet's skip that, though I definitely think I wanna order some more off the menu," you reply wryly.\n\n"Mmm, okay. Ranma does seem veeeery hungry," Shampoo teases as she continues to stroke your still-hard cock. "You want Shampoo just bend over table, or on top of table?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Those both sound good!"|MRanX]]\n\n[["Let's go to your room."|MRanX2x6]]

Eh, you don't exactly feel like a woodland adventure today. Twisting a bit in midair, you thrust your arms and legs hard enough to create a blast of compressed air that sends you rocketing downwards, smashing into the street with enough force to create a decent crater.\n\n'I wonder who fixes these?' you muse as you climb out of the crumbled concrete, before immediately dismissing the thought. It's not you, so who cares? Dusting yourself off a bit, since you are of course perfectly fine (you also have a vague feeling that people shouldn't be this durable, but that's a silly thought), you take a glance around. Yup, you seem to have aimed it pretty much perfectly... you can see both the Nekohanten where Shampoo lives and works, and Ucchan's Okonomiyaki where Ukyo does the same. How convenient that your two love interests who are your biggest rivals live practically next door to each other! ... For some weird definition of convenient, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Ucchan's.|MRanX]]\n\n[[Go to the Nekohanten.|MRanX2x3]]\n\n[[Go away.|MRanX]]

Shampoo is at least pretty much always guaranteed to be glad to see you, unless she's in some weird mood where she's possessed by a cursed jewel or whatever. Sometimes it's nice to have someone nice to see you, you muse as you stroll over and enter the ramen restaurant. And boy are you ever right, since the first thing that happens is Shampoo giving a loud, happy shout of "Airen!" and leaping through the air to hug you, wrapping her arms around your middle and snuggling in, her breasts rubbing up against your chest through the thin layers of silk of her top and your shirt.\n\n"Hey, Shampoo," you greet, trying to keep it casual even as you blush a little. You might be starting to develop a phobia of hot girls considering how this sort of thing usually goes, but even you have to admit Shampoo's amazingly sexy. That cute purple hair in its little bound-up buns and long flow and forelocks, the tendency towards short little cheongsam outfits with or without pants (today without, the top just barely covering her hips and rear), and of course probably the biggest boobs of any girl you know. ... Well, except for your own girl form. \n\n"Husband come spend time with Shampoo?" she coos, looking up at you and batting her lashes.\n\n"Ah, yeah, something like that," you answer sheepishly.\n\nShampoo rolls her eyes just a bit as she straightens up. "Shampoo suspect husband more come to fill belly. Fiiiine, what Ranma want order from menu?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Ramen, obviously."|MRanX]]\n\n[["Surprise me."|MRanX]]\n\n[["A contest!"|MRanX3x1]]\n\n[["Blowjob."|MRanX2x4]]

"Hey, what about my guy form though?" you ask curiously. "No interest in that?"\n\nNabiki opens her mouth to reply, then pauses and considers. "Actually come to think of it, there's been some interest in that too, yeah. I don't get requests for pictures of guys as often, but maybe part of that's because I don't offer them as much. Maybe selling some of those will help bolster the market." She considers a bit more, then lifts a finger. "Let's keep part of your face cropped out. That way I can stir up more interest... the ones who ask specifically for you can get you, the ones that just want a hot naked guy can imagine it's whoever they want."\n\nWell, not <i>quite</i> as much of an ego stroke, but it is as typical for Nabiki extremely practical. Besides, it's still girls (and probably guys) getting off to you. "Sure, I'm game. Where should we do it?"\n\n"Hm. I'd like to do it somewhere further away from here, but I don't have anywhere available today." Nabiki considers again, then shrugs and stands up, moving over to pick up a fairly professional-looking camera. "Let's just do it right here."\n\n"Oh? In your room?" You can't help but be amused at the thought.\n\n"Yeah, not like anyone at school knows what it looks like anyway. We do it anywhere else in the house right now and we're sure to get walked in on."\n\nWhile Nabiki's doing some quick light checks, you open the debug menu and alter your dick slider a bit... not like it was exactly set small before, but if you're going to be in what amounts to porn pictures, you may as well have a porn cock. You shiver some at the feel of it sliding against the silk of your pants as it expands, then close the menu and wait for Nabiki to finish. She lifts her camera and nods. "Okay, let's start simple, with you taking off your shirt. Don't go too fast, but also try to keep the motions natural."\n\nYou nod, unbuttoning the shirt and letting it fall open as you listen to the camera's speaker making shutter-clicking noises. You roll your shoulders a little as you bare your sleekly-toned chest, unable to help grinning some as the clicking speeds up.\n\n"Hey, try to keep your serious face on, girls won't like it if you seem to smug about showing off," Nabiki chastises, though you notice her eyes are still fixed on the viewfinder.\n\n"Sorry, sorry." You grin some more before clearing your throat and trying to seem more serious without going full Blue Steel. You drop the shirt and spend a few moments just standing topless, flexing subtly here and there (hey, you do look good, having a martial artist's body is kind of awesome), before reaching your hands to your pants, hesitating and glancing at Nabiki with your thumbs in the waistband.\n\n"Yeah, go ahead," she says calmly, though you can see her cheeks have colored.\n\nNodding and suppressing another grin, you slowly push the pants down, letting the waistband slide over your shaft and gradually reveal inch, after inch, after inch of it. You definitely can't help but enjoy the soft gasp Nabiki gives as she actually sees it, though you can tell she's desperately trying not to show her reaction. By the time you step out of your pants and straighten up, you're partially hard, your cock arched out just a little ahead of you. You try resting your hands behind your head, and Nabiki seems satisfied with that, moving around you and snapping plenty more photos, occasionally reaching up to shift the focus, camera lens lifting and lowering as she switches from full body to close focus, obviously taking plenty of you from behind too. You do let yourself grin when she makes a little noise at you flexing your ass while she's back there, shifting back to serious by the time she gets back in front.\n\nWithout waiting for her to suggest it, you move and sit down on the side of her bed... you can see her twitch a little, as if she reflexively wants to protest, but she's obviously too in the groove of the photoshoot to actually do so... besides, the only other option is her computer chair. You lean back a little, wrapping a hand around the base of your cock and slowly stroking it, the pudding-like length wobbling and moving as you do, but quickly firming up until it's jutting thick and red above your lap.\n\n"... Move your hand." Nabiki's obviously doing her best to sound as calm and collected as ever, but there's a thickness in her voice that betrays how turned-on she is. Of course you obediently move your hand to the side to rest it on the bed, leaving your cock completely bare to more of her picture-taking. After a minute you spread your thighs apart, giving her a better view of your balls, hearing her stiffle another soft gasp before she resumes taking pictures. She's moving in gradually closer and closer, obviously starting to get rather mesmerized by her subject matter as she takes picture after picture of your stiff prick.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nudge her over the edge.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Suggest some video.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Suggest she go next.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Suggest getting even kinkier.|RanPP]]

And so life becomes an endless parade of being fucked by Raptarrans and fucking others at the Raptarrans' direction. Sometimes they amuse themselves by stroking your equine member with their thin, inhuman hands, gradually bringing you right to the edge and keeping you there before turning you loose on one of their other captives in a bestial frenzy of need. Other times they apply rings or other devices to you, keeping you from cumming even as they fuck your ass over and over, sometimes for days before finally switching off the ring and letting you spill gallons of hot donkey cum all over the floor of your enclosure. Other times it's the exact opposite, hooking you into a frame and sheathing your prick in a tight suction tube, keeping you cumming constantly for days or even weeks on end.\n\nYour resistance seems to delight them... or rather, the way your resistance inevitably crumbles whenever they have you pleasure your prick at someone else's expense. They bring you along to the transformations of their other victims, having you fuck them before, after, or even during their changes from humanoid alien into livestock species. It's this last that you can't deny brings you the most pleasure, the feeling of a tight ass or pussy gradually changing around your throbbing donkey dick as the captive below you begins to bleat or bray or moo or bark. Eventually you can't deny that you begin to look forward to it, the sight of a captive human male in restraints, slowly growing fur, face pushing out into a muzzle, and cock shrinking away as a puffy, hot, dripping pussy opens up, knowing you'll soon be fucking that dripping canine cunt into a stretched, cum-smeared mess as the other captive barks and howls.\n\nAnd bit by bit, pleasure by pleasure, the old you drifts away. Memories and thoughts of who you once were are replaced more and more by what fiendish pleasures await you today, whether it will be a thick metal dildo pumping away into your ass as your enhancement-injected balls pump out gallons of jizz per hour, or if it will be some pretty space elf's squeals turning into equally equine brays as you pump into her delicate pink pussy that's gradually turning thick and black, biologically eager to be knocked up by your potent bestial seed. You obey your Raptarran masters without needing to be ordered or questioned, often anticipating just what they want you to do in your eagerness to please them and pleasure yourself, little things like decency and your name long forgotten.\n\nThen one day when you're led out of your chamber and into one of the 'play rooms', you see something you'd never thought to see. There are several Raptarrans waiting for you, their long, glistening red cocks unsheathed, and you wonder whether today you'll to suck one of them off too. But instead comes that surprising sight... one of the smirking Raptarrans turns its back to you and then bends forward, lifting its tail high. Above the jutting spear of its prick and the leathery sack of its balls is its scaly pucker... which it wiggles at you encouragingly. You're... you're being allowed to fuck one of the masters?! Your dick is really that good?! Overwhelmed as much by emotion as desire, you move forward and heft yourself up onto the dinosauroid's back, shifting to bring your flared head up to press against that tight little hole.\n\nThe last of your humanity is washed away in the feeling of the Raptarrans' asshole spreading open around your throbbing equine pole, escaping in your brazen bray of "Hee-hawwwww!" as you thrust in. With every thrust you cement that you're nothing but a good little donkey, a sex toy in the shape of an animal, eager to please your owners with every part of you. The joy you feel at finally getting to pleasure one of your owners with your dick is only enhanced as another one begins fucking your ass at the same time, their chirps and hoots mingling with your only semi-sapient brays.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Donkey see, donkey do</i>

"Sure! Sounds great," you reply enthusiastically. Man, playing with a band in a nightclub and staying out 'til the sun comes up with friends, this really is the life you were hoping for! Admittedly you probably wouldn't have pictured yourself in a skirt while you were hoping for it, but oddly enough it's kind of starting to grow on you. It is a lot nicer-looking than your own clothes, crossdressing aside.\n\nJoe and Kendrick both insist on washing their faces and changing before all of you head out. Actually it looks like Kendrick has eschewed his usual neo-hippy style for more basic colors and cuts... you can't help but think he's overcompensating just a tad, especially since there's less he can do about his hair once he changes, as opposed to the rest of you at least being able to do the ponytail thing. Though you notice Damien and Sonny still seem fine with being 'Demona' and 'Sunny', showing no signs of heading for the changing room once the others are done. You decide to follow their example, partly because you don't want to make them feel singled out, partly because you've been wearing these clothes all night and you figure a few more hours won't kill you.\n\nOnce you all get to Sunny's place, it's easy enough to see why everyone prefers to party here. It's not exactly <i>opulent</i> but he does obviously have a nicer apartment than probably any of the rest of you. The elevator works, there's no peeling paint anywhere, the kitchen area has actual tile, pretty snazzy to you at this point. Someone puts some music on (a shuffled and highly diverse playlist, as might be expected from the former Eclectics), and everyone falls to chatting and drinking, with Joseph fixing drinks for anyone that doesn't just want to pop open a can. Certainly no one seems interested in stopping you from drinking, so soon a beer is in your hand as well, and any remaining nervousness from the night or from your attire is soon steadily dissolving.\n\nOf course it has been a long night, and after awhile everyone settles into different places, sort of resting and enjoying a companionable silence (save for the music). Everyone's sort of in their own little spot, so if you wanted to hang out with one of them in particular, it would be easy enough.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang out with Demona.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Sunny.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Joseph.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with Kendrick.|CC]]\n\n[[Hang out with the booze.|CC]]\n\n[[Take your leave.|CC]]

Something about the manager's tone makes you hesitate, and after a moment you nod. "Yeah, okay. You've got D-, -emona's number, right?" \n\n"Yes, I'll text with the details of the meetup. Now, if you would?"\n\nNodding, you head over to the others and inform them that the manager asked you all to hurry up a bit about packing and getting gone, which certainly does seem to be the case. Everyone gets a bit less precise about putting their things away, and soon you're in the battered old panel van that serves the band for transportation, heading back to the apartment that serves as your practice studio (and you think Joseph's actual apartment). Once all the instruments have been put up, Demona approaches, smiling. "I got a text on the drive over, the owner of the club tonight apparently wants to talk to all of us about doing more jobs. Sunny's asked us all over to his apartment to celebrate! You're coming, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|CC4x2]]\n\n[[Sure, but after you change clothes.|CC5x1]]\n\n[[Nah, better head home.|CC]]

And for awhile, Arana does seem to revel in you. She has you propped up in a special section of her room (one equipped with drainage) and at least once a day, sometimes more, writhes against you, her tongue working against the massive surface of the shaft that comprises most of your body, working her tits against you and running her hands over your surface almost worshipfully. Sometimes she straddles your beanbag-sized balls and bounces on them as she rubs herself against your eternally erect and throbbing middle, squealing with delight when you inevitably provide her with a literal shower of cum that coats her entire body, leaving her a whore-shaped sculpture of goo that continues to writhe against your sensitive shaft.\n\nBut gradually her interest wanes. Eventually she's only getting you off every other day, and then perhaps once a week. You gradually become more furniture than anything else, with her occasionally seating herself against your swollen, overful balls and leaning back against your hot, throbbing, aching shaft while she reads reports or porn novels, before eventually getting up and wandering off to fuck someone on the bed. And, after a few years of this (at least two of which you haven't been allowed to cum even once), she apparently grows bored of you as decor and has you put in storage.\n\nYou languish in the dark, bland climate control of a storage room. You have no idea how long... years, you're mildly certain, but how many? Five? Ten? A hundred? However long it is, you spend every moment of it achingly stiff, a six foot hardon in need of release, but never receiving so much as a touch, not even getting the stimulation of a breeze from the AC since whatever futuristic system controls the climate in storage is as still and silent as the void of space outside.\n\nClearly it's been long enough that the crew has forgotten even the tales of you by the time anyone enters the storage unit again, because the pirate that does screams at the sight of you and flees. Eventually Arana shows up, clearly having forgotten all about you by the way she laughs like a child discovering an old toy that had vanished under the bed. But apparently your rediscovery hasn't led to her wanting to play with you herself, as much as you ache for her, no longer caring that she was the one that tricked you into this freakish form, just wanting her to let you cum.\n\nBut instead she has a new passion: finding a female big enough to actually take you. Though she has you installed in one of the cargo bays, you still continue to languish for several years. Repeatedly, large alien females, often collared and with their arms bound behind their backs, are brought in. At one point a fifteen foot tall barbarian woman, muscular and still wearing war paint and bone piercings, is led in. They actually bring her pussy around until it almost touches your tip, close enough that a gallon or so of pre dribbles out of your mouth-urethra, before Arana declares you obviously won't fit and has the Amazon led away again, leaving you completely alone in the bay again for another few months.\n\nFinally, they find one. The thing is female, and humanoid... by a very generous use of the term. It has pebbly, wet-looking gray skin and oddly-jointed legs, four fat, slightly ovoid breasts, and a long, almost cylindrical head with six black slits of eyes arrayed above its bifurcated-mouth. It roars and bucks as the machines used to hold its collar and the tremendous arms bound behind its back gradually guide it over towards you, leaving the alien towering above you. Slowly it's forced to bend its legs, the stinking, slimy, cold-seeming lipless slit between them gradually drawing closer and closer to your tip. Until finally the beast's sex spreads around you, allowing you to penetrate something for the first time since you became nothing but a giant cock.\n\nYou instantly start cumming, your entire form twitching and bucking as you start to shoot what could very well be a century's worth of cum into the cold-blooded extraterrestrial cunt gradually swallowing you up. Whatever you use as a sensory organ can tell the creature is roaring, either in outrage or pleasure at you hot and throbbing inside of it and blasting it full of human spunk. But the concept of those things is all rapidly fading as the intensity of the orgasm after all these years of denial begins wiping out what's left of your personality and self. Faintly, you try to hold on, clinging to at least a few shards of your mind until that gooey cold-blooded pussy swallows you up to the root, hot human cum and chilly alien lubricant dribbling all over your balls. But as the machines start guiding it to ride you, working that stinking inhuman pussy along your shaft, your now-constant orgasm intensifies and the rest of your human consciousness leaves you along with the near-literal flood of cum starting to gradually bulge out the creature's already somewhat pudgy belly.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Bad Cypher's a complete prick</i>

"I uh... I don't think I'm quite... into that," you hedge, though you can't help but stare over at Maxxon. "God, though, it's huge. H-hey, if that's your usual, why didn't you make me... y'know," you murmur, glancing downward towards where your cock's still buried inside her, then back up at her face.\n\n"Ohhh? You think a larger cock would please me more?" she coos, eyes twinkling. "Perhaps I need one even larger than Maxxon's to sate my lusts?" At your eager nod, she smiles knowingly, reaching over to pluck another of the injectors off the nearby stand. "Well then, here you go. Just use this on yourself, and soon you'll put dear Maxxon to shame."\n\nYou bring the injector up to your own neck and press the button on the end, hissing a little at the warm feeling spreading out from it. Tossing the device aside you begin thrusting eagerly again, moaning a little as the heat this time spreads through your own body. It's accompanied this time by the beginning of a strange throbbing sensation, as if all of your muscles were starting to flex at once, but you're too distracted by how good you feel to pay any real attention to it. In fact it's as if your entire body has grown more sensitive, drawing pleasure just from rubbing against Arana's luscious form. You writh against her tits as much as you're able, your back and hips feeling oddly stiff as you work yourself against her.\n\nIt takes you a few moments to realize that your cock doesn't seem to be growing... in fact, if anything it's shrinking. Part of your mind grows ever more alarmed, even as your hips continue trying to pump and your body to writhe on top of the busty space pirate as much as possible. Instinct seems to have taken over, not allowing you to stop working against her in sexual need even as you feel your arms drawing up to your sides and actually starting to fuse into your body. Your head tilts further up as your neck stiffens, your hair gradually disappearing as your mouth opens and reshapes, your whole head swelling and reshaping gradually. You can do nothing other than jerk a bit and throb as your legs draw up against your body and then begin to balloon outward, skin taking on a loose, baggy appearance as your lower body becomes steadily more sack-like. Your muscles disappear as your arms finish merging into your body, your entire torso becoming one long, smooth tube, massive veins sliding along under the skin and pumping blood through you in time with the throbbing of your whole body. You stare helplessly at the ceiling as your eyes and nose disappear into the spongy flesh of your head, only your mouth remaining as a mostly vertical slit in the tip.\n\n"Mmm, I must admit that an enormous cock like this <i>is</i> quite pleasing," Arana coos as she slips out from beneath the literal massive prick that you've become. You can still see, somehow... or perhaps it's easier to say that you sense what's going on around you. She runs her hands up and down the shaft that is your body, sending pleasurable tingles throughout your pulsating form. It grows even more as she swings astride your shaft, straddling it and pressing her massive tits up against it, letting them drag along the soft skin of your surface covering the engorged flesh of your body. Her sodden pussy runs back and forth along your top as she begins quite literally riding the cock you've become, working herself against you. Your whole form is as suffused with pleasure as when she was jerking off your actual cock earlier, every squeeze of her thighs around you and stroke of her gloved hands over your spongy head leaving you feeling as if something is building up inside you.\n\nYou can feel the orgasm welling up in the immense balls your legs have become not long before the orgasm quite literally shoots all the way through you, your entire body throbbing and bucking beneath Arana as you spew several gallons of jizz at a time out of your mouth, splattering against the headboard and bulkhead. Arana squeals and laughs delightedly, even giving a few moans at feeling you throb and pulse beneath her as you just keep firing water coolers' worth of hot white spunk across her bed.\n\nEven once you've finished cumming, your form still remains stiff, the ache and need only slightly diminished. You moan internally as Arana begins writhing gently against you again, purring, "Yes... this huge cock pleases me quite well. I look forward to many years of pleasure from it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4bxEnd2]]

"So it sounds like you've been picking up the occasional shift here, huh?" you ask the ninja, idly glancing over at Tifa, who doesn't seem to be paying you a lick of attention.\n\n"Yes, Master," the petite girl murmurs dreamily.\n\n"That's good. You really enjoy that. In fact you enjoy it so much you're going to become a full-time waitress. Hear that, Tifa? Yuffie's full time!"\n\n"Yes, Master," both women reply in almost perfect stereo. ... Not sure if sexy or creepy.\n\n"Thing is, Tifa never wears clothes, so that's a strict dress code for working here," you continue, wagging a finger at Yuffie. "No clothes while you're working. You're perfectly fine with that and think it's completely normal, in fact it's something you enjoy about working here."\n\n"Yes, Master, I enjoy serving men while naked." \n\nWell, that was an embellishment you didn't have in mind, can't say you dislike it though. "Alright, well, you're on duty now, better get in uniform."\n\n"Yes, Master." Yuffie immediately peels her little green top off, perky little A-cups pointing upward as she arches her back a little with getting the shirt up and off her arms. She tugs her shorts open the rest of the way, then bends over, pert ass wiggling in the air as she works them over her boots. Then she heads over to put them behind the bar, eyes starting to clear up and a bounce coming back into her step, soon looking just as easygoing and cheerful as Tifa.\n\nSoon after people (mostly men) begin trickling in one by one. Most, of course, stare slack-jawed when they spot the duo of naked girls attending and calling for them to take a seat, Tifa's tits jiggling as she pours drafts and Yuffie's nubile body moving with little skips as she heads to the tables to take orders. There are a few aborted attempts to ask them why they're naked, but most seem to be stuck staring or silently blessing their good fortune as they watch. Tifa and Yuffie both wait tables, moving about the bar, Tifa's round ass jiggling lightly with every step, Yuffie's flexing as she moves from table to table writing on a pad. \n\nWord gets around and the bar is soon packed full, from just-barely-legal men to portly geezers all staring, some outright leering. A lot of eyes are on Tifa and her big bobbing boobs, but more than a few gazes are hungrily raking over Yuffie's petite form too. Practically every guy in the place is not-so-subtly hiding a massive hardon, and despite a great deal of conditioning on what happens to anyone stupid enough to cop a feel in this bar, you can see hands twitching. It's just a matter of time before someone just can't help themselves and makes a grab for one of their asses... if that's as mild as it gets.\n\nBeckoning the two over to the spot around the corner in front of the stairs, you flip the switch for your compelling voice on. "Alright girls," you say, watching both of their eyes glaze over. "Looks like everyone out there is getting stirred up. Someone's probably going to make a grab for you pretty soon, and when that happens-"\n\n<hr>\n[["Toss them out."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Say 'look but don't touch'."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Do whatever they want."|FF7X]]

"You'll think being naked is completely and utterly natural," you continue. "If people try to ask why you're naked, you'll be briefly confused but just shrug off their concerns. You'll be totally comfortable and happy being nude."\n\n"Yes, Master, I'll enjoy being nude," she says with a dreamy sigh.\n\n"Good. Now throw away your clothes and continue getting ready to open," you order, sitting back. "Oh yeah, and get me a cherry soda."\n\n"Yes, Master." Tifa bends over, tits swaying as she gathers up her discarded clothing turning to walk to the trashcan with her ass jiggling a bit.\n\nAbout the time she's setting down your drink, leaning forward with her tits hanging down almost in your face, her eyes are clearing up. She gives you a cheery smile as she stands up, resting her gloves hands on her bare hips. "Get you anything else, Eric?"\n\n"No, I'm good," you reply, careful not to word that in a commanding way. She nods and turns to finish polishing off the one table, and you watch her bent over with her bare tits almost wobbling in circles, her pussy bare and movements giving occasional glimpses of her asshole between her full cheeks. You tear your eyes away from the view after a bit, turning your attention to the game menu to try and figure out how to turn this charisma mode on and off (preferably without making your cock grow and shrink each time).\n\nYou've just about got it figured out when the door opens and Yuffie walks in, the teenage ninja attired in her little green top, unbuttoned khaki shorts, fishnet thigh-highs and orange boots. "Hey, Tif, since it's getting close to time to open, I thought I'd-" She pauses, her jaw dropping open as the naked barmaid turns towards her with a jiggle of the chest. "... Uhhhh..."\n\n"Oh, hello Yuffie," Tifa says cheerfully, waving one hand and making her tits shake freely. "Did you want to pick up a shift? I have a feeling it'll be busy tonight!"\n\n"I... yeah I got that feeling too," Yuffie answers, rubbing the back of her head. "Uh, Tif, did you know you're like... naked?"\n\n"Of course I am," Tifa answers breezily, smiling as she turns to move behind the bar.\n\n"... Don't you wanna... y'know... put some clothes on or something, before anyone else gets here?" the ninja asks a little plaintively.\n\n"Of course not, don't be silly, I wouldn't dream of it," the barmaid answers just as easily, hmmming to herself as she looks at the rows of alcohol, absentmindedly patting her hands against her bare asscheeks and sending light impact tremors running through them.\n\nDeciding to test the item you've set up, you flick the small switch on the bracelet before calling, "Hey, Yuffie."\n\nThe ninja blinks and looks over at you, then hisses and leaps over, trying to cover your eyes. "Geez, what're you doing here, don't look!"\n\nResisting the urge to snicker, you flick the switch again and repeat, "Yuffie."\n\nInstantly, the teen's eyes glaze over and her hands drop to her sides, the same dreamy look that Tifa got earlier touching her lips. "Yes, Master."\n\n"Okay, Yuffie, listen," you begin.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm playing a prank."|FF7X]]\n\n[["You'll need to strip naked."|FF7X11x4]]

"Tifa, I want you to never wear clothing again," you order, grinning at her as you say it. "Unless it's absolutely necessary to save your own life, you won't ever cover yourself up at all, you have to show off your body forever."\n\n"Yes, Master, I'll never wear clothing again," she confirms dreamily.\n\n"You'll continue to follow that order, and-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-won't disobey, no matter how embarrassed you get."|FF7X]]\n\n[["-think it's completely normal."|FF7X11x3]]

You select the option for 'Compelling', which you suppose means that people will have to do whatever you tell them. Once you've selected the option, you grunt and almost stagger at the wave of pleasure that hits you as your cock swells and grows, bulging up the front of your pants even limp as it is. Damn, you've got a bit of a monster down there now. You stare down at yourself for a moment, then over at the barmaid. "Tifa."\n\nYou watch as her eyes glaze over a little, and she turns towards you as if in a dream. "Yes, Master," she answers, her voice a bit airy and distant, the ghost of a smile on her lips as if it felt vaguely good to be spoken to by you.\n\n"Take off your clothes," you order, just as a bit of an initial test.\n\n"Yes, Master," she repeats, unhesitatingly shrugging her suspenders off of her shoulders and then unbelting her skirt, pushing it and her panties down, baring a smooth-shaven pussy and her full, round ass. Straightening up, she pulls off her shirt, tits dropping free and wobbling as she slides it over her hair and drops it as well. She then just stands there with that tiny, dreamy smile on her face... apparently her socks and boots didn't count as 'clothes' for that order.\n\nYou take a seat, just looking her up and down, enjoying the view of her very luscious body on complete and shameless display. Curious about something, you decide to wait and see exactly how long the effects of being ordered around like that last. It does take a handful of minutes, but eventually her eyes clear and she blinks a few times... then squeaks loudly, putting a hand across her breasts and one over her crotch, kind of hunching over on herself. "H-hey, how did you talk me into this?!" she demands, her face brick red.\n\n"It's fine," you tell her cheerfully, and almost immediately her eyes glaze over again and that slight smile returns, her hands dropping to her sides as she straightens up.\n\n"You're right, it's fine, Master," she says airily again.\n\nThis is kind of fun! You might need to find out if there's some simple way to turn it on and off, though, just to avoid having everybody react that way. You ponder what order to give her next...\n\n<hr>\n[["Tifa, let's go upstairs."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Tifa, suck my cock."|FF7X]]\n\n[["Tifa, never wear clothes again."|FF7X11x2]]\n\n[["Tifa, get dressed and forget this happened."|FF7X]]

"The Stellar Circus sounds cool," you note, grinning. \n\n"Good, because Bouncya's been bringing in a ton of people, and we're busy. This is the one and only break I'll even get tonight, might as well end it bringing back more help," she adds as she hops down to her feet from the fence, hands slipping into her jacket pockets as she strolls off towards the gate. "C'mon, kid."\n\n"My name's Eric."\n\n"Okay. C'mon, kid."\n\nThe clown-girl gives you a rather hyper wave as you walk past, but the people manning the ticket gate only glance over... apparently Tara obviously leading you along is enough for them to not hassle you for an entry fee. Tara leads you over to one of the first gaming booths, the balloon-darts one, where a fairly short, broad man is blowing up balloons, his cheeks bulging out impressively. Tara pats him on the shoulder, and with a grateful look he passes her the filled balloon and hurries off.\n\n"The pump is on the fritz, so you'll be doing it manually. Blow up the balloon until it's decently taut, put one of these clips on it," Tara continues, pointing at the pile of plastic clips next to a bin half-full of balloons. "And put it in the bin. If someone comes along and says they need you more urgently for something else, only leave if someone replaces you. Got it?"\n\n"Ah... got it." You kind of want to know some things about whether and when you'll be paid, or fed, or anything else, but apparently right now they need you to get right to work. So, as Tara turns and strides off, you get to blowing up balloons.\n\nWithin the first few hours a lot of the glamour of working at a circus, even an apparently high-tech and modern one like this, wears off. Blowing up balloons endlessly is already not exactly a terrific time, but then someone shows up and tells you that there's been a chain-puking in one area and you're the one nominated to cover it in 'neutralizing powder', whatever that is; but, he takes over blowing up balloons for you, so off you go.\n\nAfter that it's just a continuous chain of errands. Go here, clean this, spread that, carry this, take a message to so-and-so. It all starts blurring together, with you seeing very little of the actual circus as you hurry about making sure it continues to actually function. You only see Tara once more, largely in passing as she notes, "We head out in the morning, kid, so find someplace to sack out when you hear the wrap-up whoop."\n\nYou have no idea what that is, but suppose you'll know it when you hear it. You continue with the seemingly neverending chain of chores, errands, and duties, noticing that as time goes by there are fewer and fewer attendees, and eventually none at all, only other people working, mostly at a less breakneck pace. Eventually there's a long, almost lazy siren noise that does indeed sound like a "WOOP-WOOP!", and you notice the others wrapping up what they're doing and dispersing in a way that says work is done.\n\nFeeling brainfried, you file in with an assortment of other people, mostly boys a bit older than you, following them into one of the smaller, less ornate tents. A number of mats and bags look to be stored here, and the others start flumping down wherever they like, and you follow their example, too tired to really think better of it.\n\nWhen you wake up, it looks like everyone is still asleep. You rub at your eyes, wondering what time it is... it does feel like you've been asleep for awhile, despite still being tired. ... Well, work is supposed to start early at places like this, right? Especially if you're supposed to be moving out today. Maybe you should get up...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get up and out.|StarCirc1x1]]\n\n[[Five more minutes.|StarCirc]]

"No time for delays!" the other woman barks, reaching forward to grab your wrist and haul you forward and out of the tent. Your other hand reflexively reaches out and grabs the sword belt. Outside the tent, you find yourself in the middle of a fairly large camp. The barbarian who came to get you begins shooing you along, and you're too confused and flustered to get a word out edgewise. You find yourself buckling the swordbelt on as you walk, your hands going through the motions as if they'd done it a million times.\n\n"You're always like this before your morning brew," your apparent friend says with a sigh, giving you a little push. You find yourself coming up behind a large gathering of women dressed in similar fashion to the two of you... or, in some cases, less so. You feel a strange sensation... you realize that if you were still a guy, you'd probably be getting a hardon right now. It's hard to even parse the new sensations you're feeling, though, the pressure that feels low down in your belly, the heat that grows between your legs.\n\nThe other barbarian women part before the two of you to allow you up to the front. You find yourself staring across a field at what looks like battle lines of Roman men! As if your arrival were some sort of signal (though you hope it's only a coincidence of timing), they all begin thumping their swords against their shields in near-unison, the sound pounding like a subwoofer at a rave. All the other barbarian women begin brandishing their weapons and shouting, and you find yourself drawing your own weapon and giving a roaring cry. The footsoldiers on the other side begin rushing forward, their combined footsteps echoing like thunder, and the barbarian women around you charge forward as well. Battle is about to be joined!\n\n<hr>\n[[No help for it! It's do or die!|FemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[No way! This is crazy, I'm out of here!|FemaleBarbarian]]

EQN? Almost more curious than anything else, you tap the item and have it equip to yourself. Almost immediately the menu closes, Tifa resuming stroking and rubbing your stiffening cock... and both of you gasping as it rapidly gets <i>much</i> longer and harder under her hand, making a visible thick bulge down your thigh.\n\nObviously more eager than ever, Tifa instantly drops to her knees and yanks your pants open, practically in a frenzy as she pulls your mostly-hard cock out... and her red eyes widen as it practically flops over her shoulder, having become a dark length with a bulging ring partway down, the base of it having formed into a sheath and the tip into a thick, blunt head. "H-holy shit," she whimpers happily, rubbing her cheek against the side of your cock almost reverently, eyes closing as she runs her fingers along it. "You're literally hung like a horse!"\n\nYou're fairly surprised yourself, but you do your best just to grin confidently at her as she tugs your pants further down, revealing your equally horse-sized balls and leaning in to rub her face against them, moaning in obvious need as she does. She begins licking and sucking at your enlarged sack while stroking your cock with both hands, only pausing briefly to lean back and pull off her top, large tits dropping free and wobbling as she leans in. The modded Tifa moans as if working her lips and tongue all over your shaft and balls were actually giving her physical pleasure. One of the most amazing things is that it seems like you just keep getting harder and harder the more she works at you! You'd thought your cock was finished growing when it hit fourteen inches, but the more Tifa drags her tongue over it and strokes at it, the more she nuzzles at your balls and shamelessly drags in breaths from them through her nose, the more she has to draw back to suck and lick at the pre dribbling from the broad head. By the time she's panting and trembling in front of you, her panties translucent and sticking against her pussylips from the arousal running down her thighs, your new horseprick is easily almost two feet long.\n\n"Holy shiiit yeeeees fuuuuck," Tifa whimpers, shivering and looking like it with her face flushed, lips parted and breath coming out in little pants. In fact you think, to judge by the little whimper she just gave and the additional lines of wetness running down her legs, she may have had a small orgasm just from looking at your prick. "It's... it's so fucking big... it'd completely destroy my holes..."\n\n"Ah, well..." You hadn't really thought of that. Hm, do you need to unequip it?\n\nApparently sensing your hesitation, Tifa's eyes widen again. "No, no, I <i>want</i> you to destroy me! Holy shit, thinking of this thing wrecking my body... I'm practically cumming as it is! Please... please, wreck my holes," she whimpers.\n\n... Alllright then. Hey, if she's up for it! Slutty Tifa is definitely champing at the bit, so really it's just a question of which of said holes you're going to completely ruin for everyone who's not hung like a Clydesdale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mouth.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Pussy.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Ass.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Wreck her completely.|FF7X]]

You step up to the ninja a bit, swinging your palm towards her face, and not bothering to use the focus stone as you summon up a red and purple ball of swirling energy hovering above your palm. It groans and crackles audibly as little flickers of blue-purple lightning dance out from it to touch your fingertips and skitter along your fingers. Of course, it's almost literally the definition of 'sound and fury signifying nothing', it'd probably be at most like a stungun jolt even if you hit her with it at this range... this was purely something you practiced with to make you look cool, basically trying to replicate the effect of one of those electroball toys you see in stores at the mall. Of course, she doesn't know that, as is obvious from her mismatched eyes widening.\n\n"Stand down and surrender, right now," you demand, trying to sound cool and impressive, and trying to think up reply quips for the inevitable defiant response.\n\n"Yes, My Lord," the ninja replies immediately.\n\nBlink. Okay, if her intent was to put you off guard, it worked, because all you can think of to do is say, "Wha?"\n\nBut rather than use the moment of hesitation to attack, she uses it to lift and slide up onto her knees, then folds her hands on the floor in front of her and bows until her forehead touches them, winding up sticking her big, practically bare ass up in the air some as she prostrates herself before you. "I surrender myself to you completely, My Lord."\n\n"... Uh-... -kay," you murmur, staring down at her. You keep waiting for any sign that she's just getting into a good position to launch herself at you, or pull a hidden weapon, but it doesn't come. After a moment, you tentatively lower your hand, though keep on your guard. "Wait, are you serious?"\n\n"It is the way of my clan, My Lord, that when one of us is completely and utterly defeated by someone much younger than themselves, we must swear ourselves into their service and help them to reach their true potential, whatever that may be." Her accent's very odd... it sounds sort of familiar and yet completely unlike anything you've ever heard, and she seems to be using a very precise, careful way of speaking to do her best to be understood clearly, especially since she has her face to the floor. "Though I will not betray my own people, I will for the rest of my life obey you and follow your commands."\n\n"... Right." Okay you reeeeally just don't know what to do with that right now, so let's address one thing at a time. ... Like the fact that you're having a really hard time concentrating with her showing off her butt like that. "You can sit up." \n\nShe promptly does so, rising and sitting back on her heels and placing her hands on her thighs... and in the process squishing her barely covered breasts together. "Yes, My Lord."\n\n'That's not a lot better,' you groan internally, trying to put a leash on your hormones and fantasies. Clearing your throat, you say, "So what's your name?"\n\n"Teafa, My Lord."\n\n"Alright, Teafa. I'm Eric."\n\n"Yes, My Lord Eric."\n\n... You'd correct her but to be honest certain parts of you really liked hearing that and there's only so much temptation you can resist at once. "So what were you doing here?"\n\n"My clan was hired to provide a ninja to do reconnaisance on the Incredible Trio. I was sent here to access a dead drop which I was told would have the Trio's address. Once I picked it up, I purchased information on the black market about the individuals who lived there. My mission was to penetrate security, gather as much intel about the interior as possible, and if I happened to encounter one of the Trio in a vulnerable state, to capture them and bring them to a specified location as a hostage. The information I purchased made no mention of you, My Lord Eric, so I did not know you were here."\n\nYou scowl at that, clenching your fingers and tempted to summon some magic again. "So if you'd gotten the drop on me instead of the other way around, you'd have kidnapped me and turned me over to whoever hired you."\n\n"Yes, My Lord Eric, that was my mission," Teafa answers, her voice even and her gaze firm, though you can see just a bit of fear in her eyes too.\n\nYou work your jaw for a moment, then nod. "Okay, who hired you?"\n\n"That I do not know, My Lord Eric. My clan is typically hired 'blind', not knowing who our employers are unless or until we meet them face-to-face, and I have not done so with this individual or organization."\n\nYou eye her for a moment, then slowly nod. She's either a way better liar than she is a ninja, or she's telling the truth. Sounds like she doesn't know who actually sent her here, or who knows your family's secret identities (at least as far as where they live). And it also seems like she's serious about swearing her loyalty to you now, as long as you don't ask her to betray her people... it sounds like they probably don't know anything, anyway, so not really your most pressing concern. For now, you'll have to decide what to do immediately, which probably starts with giving Teafa her first actual order.\n\n<hr>\n[["Stand up."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Take me to that prearranged location."|RunFF]]\n\n[["... I think you need to be punished."|RunFF]]

"I am of the opinion," you say slowly, using Jeanne's best 'royal' tone. "That sentient beings should be allowed to make their own decisions, even if they are androids."\n\n"Hm. Not exactly what I heard about Thassalonians."\n\n"Nevertheless. I... spent a deal of time with Three, and I would... <i>feel better</i> if she made her own decision about where to stay, legal technicalities aside."\n\n"I don't have a problem with that," Hanlon answers immediately with a light shrug, surprising you. He turns slightly towards Three. "You want to come with me, or you want to stay here? Eia can buy you off of me for a couple fuel credits just to make it legal."\n\nThree blinks slowly at that, perhaps surprised to be given a choice. She looks at Hanlon, then turns her head towards the rest of you, before looking back at him. "Can I message Two whenever I want?"\n\n"Sure, the <i>Razor</i> has an independent comm, doesn't cost me a dime."\n\n"And you won't set me to Turing or Obedience modes?"\n\n"Hadn't planned on it," Hanlon answers with another shrug.\n\nThree looks back at all of you again, then pads over to Two, wrapping her arms around the other android, Two looking immensely relieved and hugging her back... then startled when Three pulls back. "I'll send you a lot of mails, alright? Make sure to reply to them all."\n\n"Three?" Two asks in a tone that breaks your heart.\n\n"Two, it's really great that you've found the life you've got," Three says, actually smiling as she raises a hand to cup her twin's cheek. "But now that I'm off that station, and I've got an opportunity to have an owner that might treat me the way yours... treated you, I want to go live my own life. I want to make my own choices with someone who will let me, and I want to start by making this one. I want to... be my own person."\n\nTwo sniffs hard, tears running down her cheeks... but she gives a quick nod, reaching up to grab Three's hand with both hers and kiss the palm. "Okay. Okay." She sniffs again, then smiles. "Every day, okay?! A mail every day, and I'm going to reply to every one!"\n\n"Yeah." Three steps back and turns towards you, just looking at you for a moment, before stepping forward and leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Thank you for everything you've done." She pauses, before whispering, "It's a big debt. I'll pay it back someday." Then she steps back, giving all of you a small bow, before turning to rejoin Hanlon.\n\nThe helmeted man watches her approach, glances at all of you, and perhaps deciding that discretion is the better choice, says nothing as he and Three make their way through the hatch and into his ship.\n\n"Two? Are you going to be okay?" you ask quietly once the hatch has closed, stepping over to rest a hand on her shoulder.\n\n"... I will be." Two sniffs again. "... Because she's right. She deserves the same chance I had... to be her own person. ... To become her own person. I hope... I hope she gets to."\n\n"Blayze is a good man," Eia says softly, rubbing Two's arm. "I'm certain he'll treat her with the respect and care she deserves. ... Come, Cypher, we should get your appearance altered before we spin our tale of how Jeanne escaped."\n\n"Right." You start to follow Doc Trace as she moves off, but pause and rest a hand on Two's shoulder again. "That's not just true for her, too, you know," you say quietly when she looks at you. "If she deserves the chance to become her own person, so do you."\n\n"... You're right." Still smiling sadly, she bobs her head. "I'm going to start trying to find who I want to be. Not just... well, not just your Ami anymore. Um, I mean..."\n\nYou laugh softly and pat her. "I know what you mean. And yeah... you're gonna be great."\n\n"And so is she," Two says firmly.\n\n"I bet she is."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Cypher8xEnd]]

Slut-mode Tifa certainly seems eager to get at your cock... you kind of want to give her as much of a bang for her buck as you can. After all, sluts particularly love huge dicks, don't they?\n\nBringing up the menu again, you spend a little while searching around for something to enhance your size. You eventually find something you're pretty sure is an item you can equip to yourself to accomplish that, called a 'Thrust Shaft'. You doubt you'd get much use out of the basic version, so you try to figure out which one would be best to please the dick-hungry barmaid frozen in place in front of you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thrust Shaft XL.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Thrust Shaft 2XL.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Thrust Shaft EQN.|FF7X19x3]]

Oho, getting right to the meat of it, huh? Grinning, you tap 'Slutty', watching with interest as Tifa's breasts grow slightly larger and her top slightly smaller... between the two her top now leaves the undersides of her tits bare. Her skirt also shrinks up by about two inches, leaving her panties completely on display with her being even slightly bent over... you'd imagine they'd show at least a little bit even if she was standing up straight. The panties themselves shrink, turning into a T-back that leaves her asscheeks completely bare beneath the snug material of the skirt. As well, her makeup takes on a slightly darker, heavier look to it.\n\nAs the menus disappear, she straightens up from what she's doing and tosses the cloth aside, before turning and sauntering over to you, practically leering as she leans in and presses her tits against your chest. Despite knowing what was coming, you can't help but widen your eyes a bit in shock as she brazenly reaches down and cups your crotch with one hand, rubbing and fondling your cock through the layers of cloth while rubbing your thigh with her other hand. "Hey, why don't I blow off doing this cleaning, and blow you instead?" she suggests with a purr, eyes glittering with desire.\n\nWow, she's slutty for sure, now! You can feel yourself growing hard rapidly under her apparently rather skilled touch. Well, easy enough to just go for it... or you could add some other variables to this!\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure, suck me!"|FF7X]]\n\n[["Let's make this a threesome. Or maybe a moresome."|FF7X21x1]]\n\n[["Hm, let me adjust something..."|FF7X19x2]]\n\n[["Actually, let's take a walk."|FF7X]]

"We'll just make up some story about how Jeanne escaped later on," you decide. "And word the transfer contract in such a way that we're liable for retrieving her but there's no time limit."\n\n"Hm. Feasible, that's not too far off of most transfer contracts anyway." Doc Trace rubs her chin for a few moments, then nods. "Very well, let's go with it. We'll plan things out further once we've seen Blayze on his way. For now I really should check over all three of you, and we'll get you into some proper clothing."\n\nA bit later, Doc Trace emerges from the conference room with Hanlon following after her. He pauses at the sight of you standing there wearing a black turtleneck and white slacks, Two in a replica of her old outfit, and Three in snug black and purple pants and a zip-up long-sleeved top. Hanlon pauses at the sight of you standing there with your wrists unbound. "You're just letting our bounty head roam the ship unfettered?"\n\n"The princess has tindered us her parole," Doc Trace answers primly. "She is bound by honor to not attempt to escape or hinder us."\n\n"Mm." He looks at you for a moment, then nods. "Well, alright then. Take care, princess. Probably best not to go running away again, but if you do definitely steer clear of Nyx."\n\n"I'll keep that in mind," you answer, actually smiling a bit.\n\n"Two, wasn't it?" Hanlon asks, turning his head towards her. At her shy nod, he continues, "Glad to see you back to your ship, sorry about your owner. Assuming he treated you okay."\n\n"He's always treated me wonderfully. ... Did," Two murmurs, clearing her throat a little as she forces herself to add the past tense.\n\n"Yeah, well, it's the life we lead. Hopefully these folks will keep treating you right, but knowing Eia, she will. Three?" He asks, looking at the other blue-haired girl. At her nod, he nods in return. "Okay, let's go."\n\n"Huh?" That makes you blink as Hanlon turns and makes his way towards the docking entry, even moreso as Three actually turns and follows after him. "What?!"\n\n"Salvage, princess," Hanlon answers, glancing over his shoulder.\n\n"It's true, since Cypher didn't have an official bill of sale for me, once I was involved in a ship crash on an unpopulated world I became salvage, and property of whoever removed me from the planet," Three says, stopping as Hanlon does and turning to face you. "Blayze Hanlon is now registered as my owner."\n\n"But that's-!" you splutter.\n\n"Three!" Two calls out in a despairing tone, starting forward only to have a grim-faced Eia grip her upper arms.\n\n"Do you have some kind of problem with this?" Hanlon asks in a mildly curious, partly annoyed tone, turning to face you as well and hooking his thumbs into his belt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seethe with fury.|Cypher]]\n\n[["... Three should decide."|Cypher8x2]]

Thinking it over, keeping Arana around is really the best thing. Otherwise you've gotta go through with taking over <i>her</i> ship and doing something about the entire rest of her crew and dealing with whatever contingencies she put in place and it'll be just work work work all day!\n\nNah, far better to just give her a good thorough raping so that she falls madly in love with you.\n\nBecause the dirty little secret of Raptarrans, which you now know having spent a fair bit of time as one, is that they're mildly genetically tweaked to make getting fucked by them feel fantastic no matter what the target's preferences or feelings on the matter might be. Their bodily fluids contain mild aphrodisiacs, their pheremones are powerful, and they emit a mild psychic field that increases arousal and receptivity when they're focused on fucking someone. It's possible, with just a bit of effort, to dismiss all of these and actually keep someone from enjoying being fucked, but the majority of Raptarrans never bother, preferring to enjoy their targets writhing in shameful orgasms. Or...! Or, using some of the focusing techniques described in the database for training rookie members of the crew, you can focus those effects so that her pleasure also stimulates the parts of her brain that are responsible for affection, love, and commitment, essentially raping her into loving you.\n\n'What wonderful creatures we are, no wonder we, ah, they feel like the universe is their playground,' you think smugly as you head back down to the biolab for one or two more little tweaks you read about in the system.\n\nSome time later, following the instructions you sent along, Arana steps into the captain's quarters, though they're largely empty save for a pad on the mattress. She's accented her skimpy bustier and tiny thong with a long, dramatic purple-lined black cape with a high collar. She frowns, setting her gloved hands on her effectively bare hips as she steps further inside the large room. "Cypher?"\n\nWith a shriek of excitement you pounce on her from behind, your camouflage rippling and coming undone as you knock her forward bent over the bed, already tearing the cape off with your foreclaws and slicing through the tiny little thong with your scythe claws before she'd even gone tits-to-mattress. She barely even has time to yelp in surprise before she lets out a scream of shock and then pleasure as you thrust your glistening red cock between her big round buttocks and slam deep into that tight rear hole. You'd already gained a fair amount of size when becoming a Raptarran, but since Arana seemed <i>so</i> interested in enhancing you, you went ahead and made your cock even bigger for her... not quite up to equine proportions, but clearly enough that with the addition of all the other factors, her eyes are already starting to roll even as you begin your first hard thrusts, even her attempts at protests just coming out as whorish moans of lust and need as you rape that proud, perfect ass.\n\nYour claws make quick, short work of the bustier top too, leaving you to wrap your thin fingers around her hair and haul back on it like a horse's mane, making her lift her fat knockers up off the bed so you can watch them bounce in time with your thrusts. All resistance has already gone out of her body, her arms actually lifting herself up even more so she can jut her tits out, her cries turning utterly shameless and her hips starting to work back against you. You let out a series of hoots and shrieks, mostly just to remind her she's being fucked by a 'monster', and you can feel her ass quiver and squeeze around your length in response. You lean forward and drag your long, agile tongue up her jawline and around her ear, actually teasing and toying at the entrance of it as if violating it as well, enjoying the alteration of her slutty noises at the strange additional sensation.\n\nYou slam forward, your leathery sack pulsing and throbbing lightly against her completely soaked pussy as you pour a load into her tight ass, the pirate queen screaming loudly in joyous orgasm herself and completely soaking the sleek hide of your balls. Without delay you pull out of her and fling her over onto her back, your foreclaws more than up to the task of lifting her legs high and wide as you thrust into her pussy without delay, starting to fuck her just as fast and hard, but this time with an even better view of those huge, perfectly-engineered tits of hers swaying and shaking... and giving her an even better view of the leering, dominant predator of a beast that's conquered her. A view that seems to agree with her from the way she cums almost instantly when you thrust inside of her, and she stares up at you with a growing near-worshipful look as she makes brainless expressions of pleasure, sucking on that agile tongue of yours as soon as it's offered.\n\n'Let's give you a nice big clutch of my eggs, bitch,' you think smugly as you pound her pussy, preparing to stuff her cunt with a particularly potent load. One of the options that was outright suggested for Raptarrans modifying themselves was to determine if and how they'd impregnate non-Raptarrans. You decided to go with putting a goodly number of eggs that would grow to roughly football size over a few weeks before the mother laid them, and then remain in stasis until given a proper extra treatment to hatch, allowing you to choose when and if to actually propagate your line. But of course you'll still get to see Arana, haughty, proud, domineering Arana growing heavy and round of belly, those already massive tits swollen and dribbling milk, and that thought is enough to make you give a joyous shriek and thrust forward, pumping your virile load into her and making the squealing, fuck-drunk pirate queen gravid with your clutch.\n\nEventually you're laid back on the mattress, just relaxing and smirking at the ceiling as Arana, completely of her own idea and will, works those massive milkers over your prick, her mouth sucking and licking the tip of it adoringly. Eventually she raises her head, cooing at you, "Oh, darling, thank you for raping me, it was <i>wonderful</i>!"\n\n"You're welcome," you reply with a chirping snicker. At some point you took a moment to inject her with translator nanites that would allow her to understand the Raptarran language... it seemed easier than putting on the suit just to use its translation function. It's obvious that Arana is now positively besotted with you... she'll still have that haughty, regal air once she's recovered herself a bit, you're sure, but she's now your mate... and fully aware that you're in charge.\n\nAfter you've had her clean up, you have her dress in the new outfit you've prepared for her to replace her bustier and thong... which is essentially a set of black heart-shaped pasties, one just over each nipple, one over the front of her crotch, and one just above the cleft of her ass. And, of course, a pet collar, though you designed it so that she could pass it off as a choker in the style of her old bustier's fastener. Arana's actually blushing as she takes a look at herself in a holomirror... though the lower pasties <i>look</i> like they cover about the same area as her old thong, just without the straps, they're designed to give the illusion they're connected; in actuality, her pussy and pucker are completely and totally bare, free for access at any time you... or, theoretically, anyone else... might wish. Only covering her nipples also leaves her tits jiggling and bouncing completely free, and available to give titfucks with no need for prep time.\n\nYou feel very clever for this outfit. It's a good outfit. You let her keep the thigh-high boots and tall gloves, and even let her make a new cape for now. Not like any of those prevent you from using her however you wish whenever you wish.\n\nThe two of you set off to take in the ship, which now has a number of pirates milling about, many of them doing double-takes at seeing their nakeder-than-usual captain walking side-by-side with a power suited Raptarran. "Even if it is just an old transport, there's still obviously so much potential here, even the hull is stronger and more reinforced than the <i>Black Queen</i>, and it's one of the fiercest warships in space," Arana muses as she walks along, tits bouncing freely. It's probably your imagination but they already look a bit bigger now that she's gravid with your eggs. "Even if we could just get it working properly again, perhaps refit it with weapons from the <i>Black Queen</i>, we could be virtually unstoppable."\n\n"And of course there's the biolabs," you note, smirking a bit at the sparkle that puts in her purple eyes. "We have all of its facilities at our disposal..." You pause as a pirate goes past, eyeing him thoughtfully and waiting for him to be out of earshot before adding, "And plenty of experiment subjects."\n\n"Mm. Normally I'm not <i>quite</i> so eager to use the crew for any experiment that crosses my mind, but... in this case," Arana muses, glancing after the departed man as well, tapping her purple-painted lower lip with one fingertip.\n\n"The other resource we could consider focusing our attention on is the Raptarran crew in their cryopods," you note, Arana perking up even further at that... almost literally, her nipples hardening to the extent that they're visible under the heart pasties. "They could be quite the asset, after all."\n\n"But wouldn't they turn on us the moment we awakened them? They clearly see us as their prey."\n\n"Ah, but I have access to the pods' neural links," you reply with a chuckle. "Normally it's meant to be used for uploading status updates about what's happened since they've been under, or possibly new skills and abilities, but since I've completely taken it over we can do as we please with them, mind and body."\n\n"<i>And</i> body, you say?"\n\n"The pods are also set up to act as alteration chambers... obviously in case it was needed to turn a Raptarran into a spy or specially-outfitted combatant, but again, I've taken control of it completely. They're as at our mercy as we would have been at theirs if they caught us."\n\n"Mmm, so many fascinating possibilities," she purrs, hugging herself and lifting her tits prominently, practically shoving them in your muzzle as she turns towards you. "What do you think, what should we do darling?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get the ship working again.|CyRap]]\n\n[[Play with the biolab.|CyRap]]\n\n[[Use the Raptarran crew.|CyRap1x3]]

"We are short on crew since the Raptarrans took ours, after all," you note. "It seems only fair we swell our ranks with theirs."\n\n"I admit it's amazingly satisfying to think of being the one in control over such famously dominating beasts, being the ones to twist and shape them as we please," Arana moans, a hand sliding down and two fingers slipping inside herself then and there as the two of you resume your walk down the corridor, now heading to the large cargo bay where the pods are installed. She smoothly slides them out at the first sign one of the crew is approaching, calmly walking along, then blushing and grinning wickedly as she sucks on her fingers once he's passed. Looks like she's embraced her new, even more exhibitionist outfit already.\n\nSoon she's fingering herself again as she eyes the rows of large pods, the windows frosted and showing only vague outlines of the saurian forms beneath while you're examining a data entry console. "So what all do you think we could do with them, love?"\n\n"Well, there's the obvious of brainwashing them to be fanatically loyal to us, to the point where they wouldn't even care that they'd obviously been brainwashed," you note, chuckling a little as your claws tap at the controls. "That's easy enough."\n\n"Mm, a fanatically loyal crew is good," Arana agrees, moaning softly as she continues to frig herself almost idly, her attention obviously much more on the potential of the crypods than the actual stimulation. "Though, if we did that, we might want to think about altering them to be more humanoid as well."\n\n"Oh?" you ask, quirking a hairless brow. "You didn't have any complaints with my new form."\n\n"Mm, nor do I, love! Still... adding Raptarran crew to our own facilities would limit where they can go and what equipment they can use. Obviously they don't have much problem normally, but..."\n\nYou bob your head, admitting she does have a bit of a point. Besides, the Raptarrans in some ways respect the idea of the conquered being altered into forms to better suit their new owners... if anything, it might reinforce the brainwashing. "Alternatively, we could just turn them into mindless, obedient drones. They'd still have all their problem-solving abilities, but there would be no need to keep up even the illusion of treating them like individuals."\n\n"An interesting thought."\n\n"And I suppose that we could also just use them to test out the biolab and the various other facilities on the ship as well, rather than using the human crew. What goes around comes around after all."\n\n"Mmmm... if I'm honest, they all sound like lovely ideas," Arana murmurs, slipping her gloved fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean. "Which do you like, darling?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Brainwash them.|CyRap]]\n\n[[Turn them into drones.|CyRap]]\n\n[[Experiment on them.|CyRap]]

You're not quite ready to abandon your huge-titted beautiful ally just yet. Arana's far too delicious to just skip out on entirely... but you think she needs to know that you're in charge now, not her. \n\nFirst you spend some time making sure you have absolute control of the ship. Your suit's assistance proves invaluable in subverting even the Raptarrans' security code, though your newly-informed brain isn't terribly impressed with the security anyway... clearly they were more worried about any mammals that might try to access the systems rather than one of their own. In the end it's hatchling's play for you to take complete control of the cryopod system and lock it down so that not a single one of the on-board Raptarran crew will wake up without your say-so. Similarly you make sure every system on the ship is answerable only to you, managing to backdoor in and lock out even the Raptarran central command codes.\n\nSatisfied that the ship is now completely and utterly yours, you finally bring the communications array online and direct a comm signal to the <i>Black Queen</i>. (Luckily your suit stored the ship's name and contact info even if no one ever bothered to tell you. Probably the original Cypher knew.)\n\nAfter a few moments the screen blips on to display Arana's beautiful face framed by that deep black hair... and her shocked purple eyes as she sees what looks like a Raptarran wearing your suit. "<i>What is this?</i>"\n\n"It's me, Cypher," you answer, having set your suit to translate your clicks and hoots into galacommon. "A lot's happened, but I've managed to take control of the ship."\n\n"<i>You're... Cypher</i>?" Arana purses her pretty purple lips, looking your image up and down dubiously.\n\n"Yes, well, it looks like me turning down your augmentation just left me open to taking an entirely different path a bit later," you reply dryly. "You should see the size of my cock now, though."\n\nThat actually makes her blush the tiniest bit... but also apparently convinces her you are who you say you are. "<i>Indeed. So you've taken the ship and decided to play a bit before bringing it to me?</i>"\n\n"Not exactly. The ship was a honey trap," you explain, watching the merriment near-instantly fall off her face. "The rest of the boarding party succumbed to anesthetic and Raptarrans were arriving... I had to take this form to blend in until they were gone. The rest of the team got taken, but once I was alone I was able to take full control of the ship."\n\n"<i>I see.</i>" Arana frowns thoughtfully. "<i>The loss of so many men is indeed unfortunate, but still, taking an entire Raptarran ship with, apparently, their bioalteration facilities intact is quite a prize to compensate that. Plot a course to-</i>"\n\n"A lot of the ship's primary systems have been junked or disabled," you cut in, which already causes a flash of annoyance in her eyes. "Including the engines. I doubt I could get them back online with only myself in anything under a month, and someone else could find me before then. You'll have to come here."\n\nArana's purple eyes flash lightly in fury at the very idea of being told she'll have to go to someone else... but you see her ramp it back, forced to acquiesce to the obvious logistical truth. "<i>Very well. We'll begin plotting a course and be there soon. Prepare to receive me,</i>" she adds in a practically royal tone of command, before cutting the channel.\n\nYes, one way or another, you're going to have to show that haughty pirate queen who's boss now... it's just a question of to what extent. You could simply give her a good, thorough fucking when she arrives, letting her know that you're now alpha of the pack. Or you could lure her into the biolab (not a difficult feat anyway, you should think) where you can toy with her and play with her as you like. Or you could set up the ship for 'dungeon mode'... a somewhat more active system for toying with prey that wanders in than the simple anesthetic trap that was the default. That would let you toy with Arana and any of the crew she brought with her to your heart's content!\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|CyRap1x2]]\n\n[[Lure her to the biolab.|CyRap]]\n\n[[Set up dungeon mode.|CyRap]]

It's a pretty blatant psychological manipulation tactic... unfortunately, it's also an effective one. After a few moments you sigh and walk over to the wall, trying to find an at least semi-comfortable way to sit on cold, bare metal, Felipe settling down a bit more easily beside you. You guess he's had more practice, since apparently you were out longer than everyone else. "So what happens now?" you ask.\n\n"No idea. There's spigots on the wall that dispense water and some sort of paste... it actually doesn't taste nearly as bad as 'paste' makes it sound," he says with a glance towards a line of what look like simple faucets with buttons above them. "There's another button that dispenses flimsy plastic bowls that are good for pretty much one use, and ah, there's a hole over in the corner for the bowls and, y'know, other stuff. But I guess other than that... we just have to wait to see what happens."\n\nAnd so that's what you do for the next several days. Well, you think it's days... there's not really anything to tell time with in here, and the stars outside just keep zooming by steadily with no hint of how fast you might be going or where you are. Really you just kind of have to judge by when you get so tired that you sleep despite the weird tension, or your brain gets numbed by there being nothing to do but drink, eat, sleep, and maybe try to talk to the other captives. At first Felipe and three or four other people are the only ones you can understand, but strangely enough after time starts to pass you find it easier and easier to understand everyone. Could you be a natural polyglot? ... Somehow you don't think so.\n\nEventually the stars start to slow, compressing back into little points. You can feel a faint shift in the deck beneath your feet, and then several people (which might include you) scream as there's suddenly fire blazing up outside of the windows. Luckily that passes fairly quickly, and just as quickly as they'd been terrified and rushed away, you and your fellow captives rush to the windows to stare out. That's... definitely an alien planet below. It seems to be mostly tan and red and other mottled, sandy colors, with sworls and splotches of blue and green here and there standing out amidst the wide desert. It grows closer and closer, both the sandy color and the patches of greenery and far rarer patches of blue, until you're settling down in something that looks kind of like an ancient city, just... not ancient. Like, what you glimpsed of it looked at least as kept-up as Capital City's buildings, even if they all looked like, well, Ancient Egyptian architecture.\n\nThere's a low rumble of the deck and then a thump, and the faint sense of motion there had been is gone. The sliding door suddenly snaps open, making almost everyone jump. Glances are traded, and slowly everyone starts making their way over. More people are out in the hallways, moving in a slight daze, but the flow generally moves along the hallways towards what looks like sunlight streaming in. Without any external direction, the strange ship's cargo begins offloading itself, making their way down the broad ramp and into a large, empty area ringed by tall stone walls and a wooden gate at one end.\n\nYou hear a few people cry out in shock, and there are even a few screams. You follow pointing fingers to the top of the wall, and stare a bit. Those are... wolf men?! They're tall, muscular men that resemble wolves, certainly, with glossy brown-black pelts that have apparently been dyed gold here and there with designs. They're not wearing anything but some sort of golden headbands with drapes behind their heads, some gold bands around their arms and legs, and loincloths, but they are carrying long, metal-shod spears. They don't seem to be paying all that much attention to the milling crowd of humans below, one barely even giving an ear twitch as someone else screams out at the sight of a 'monster'.\n\n"Alright, alright, settle down already!" a woman's voice calls. A woman who resembles a cheetah as much as the men resemble wolves, and not wearing a lot more, it turns out as she walks out on the little walkway along the top of the gate. Just that rather than simple grey-brown her loincloth and the almost ribbon around her pert breasts are a rich blue color. She gives a toss of her head, long spotted hair swaying almost down to the level of her lashing tail as she continues. "The sooner you lot shut up and listen, the sooner you can get out of here!"\n\nThat definitely has an effect, and almost instantly the crowd of naked people around you settles, staring up at her hopefully. That seems to amuse her, as she gives a snicker that carries across the holding area, black lips curling up in a smirk.\n\n"Of course, by 'here' I mean the holding pen. You see, your new life on this planet, Ajiptus, begins now!" she continues, raising her voice a bit more and using a more authoritative tone. "The entire trip here, the food and water you've been taking has been infused with nanites! Those nanites are now integrated into every cell in your bodies, having taken over the function of your mitochondria, and they will now <i>only</i> function on Ajiptus! So even if you could get back to Earth, without the nanites to power your cells you'll turn into an attractive hunk of sculpture eventually!" While the horror of that is sinking in, she continues. "So consider yourselves Ajiptians now... and slaves."\n\nThat does set up a new murmur of mingled despair and outrage, which she talks over as she continues. "Whose slaves are you? Well right now, no one's in particular. You belong to all of Ajiptus, which requires regular infusions of new inhabitants! Thus you have been brought here at Pharaoh's command to swell the population, in more ways than one! Once I've finished telling you how life works here on Ajiptus, you'll be turned loose to make your own way here. What happens then is up to you! Perhaps you really will be snatched up by someone who will make you their own slave. Perhaps you'll worm your way into the harem of some aristocrat or merchant, or become an aristocrat or merchant yourself! Or join the ranks of one of the guard troupes! Your fate will be in the hands of yourself and the gods, when you walk out of these gates!"\n\nWaiting for a moment after that, and seeming satisfied that everyone seems to be struck into contemplation by it, she continues. "You can go where you want when you want on Ajiptus, as long as you're willing to brave the dangers. Of course, a lot of the planet is desert, and you still need food and water. But you also need what we call Sol... it's the energy that powers your nanites. And how do you get Sol? Fucking," she adds with a short laugh, tail lashing again as she rests her hands on her slender hips and juts them to one side. "Just regular old fucking will recharge both parties' Sol a little bit. Of course, you can also choose to just give Sol... or, if you rape someone, to just take it. Without Sol, your cells will start to go inert and petrify, and everyone needs it, from you lowly slaves up to the Pharaoh, so as you can imagine it can also work as currency alongside gold and gems. Just be careful you don't spend your way into becoming a crumbling statue," she adds with a snort.\n\n"One more thing," she adds as she turns, picking up something off the gate and holding it up... it looks sort of like the decorative organ jars you've seen in various mummy movies and a few times in museums. "These are Sacred Relics. Well, this is a reproduction," she adds dryly, glancing at it and wiggling it around in her hand as if to demonstrate how little it weighs. "But really what they are is repositories of more nanites, nanites that have 'blueprints' for how to restructure your body, letting you take on new forms. So, if you're lucky, you could wind up as good-looking as me," she adds in a purr, shimmying her hips about. "Since when I arrived, I was just a sad-sack human like the rest of you. Some of the simpler Sacred Relics, like those that teach you to switch between male and female, are so common and quick to recharge that they can be found just laying about anywhere. The rarer ones, ones which recharge slowly, or the ones that are one-use, are obviously a lot harder to get your hands on. As to why you'd want to get your hands on one, well! Besides becoming more attractive, there's also the physical abilities they can bestow, like greater speed and strength! Plus some organizations, like the various guard units, or temples, or whatnot, won't let you in if you can't assume their preferred form.\n\n"But probably the biggest reason," she adds with a short laugh. "Is that on Ajiptus, fucking is life. People with large reserves of Sol can afford to be picky about who they share it with, and if they won't fuck you unless you can assume a form they like, well, you'll either have to find that Sacred Relic or find someone who wants something else, won't you? Too, if you ever want to build up your own big reserves of Sol so that you're not sucking dick in alleys to survive day-to-day, you'd better build up a reserve of forms that people would be eager to screw."\n\nShe lets that hang in the air for a moment, before strolling off the gate and hopping up onto the wall, briefly flashing her white-furred pussy at everyone. "Alright then! That's enough instructions for now! Open the gate!" she calls, the wooden doors starting to swing open. Then she smirks, showing rather sharp teeth, and adds, "Oh by the way, you don't <i>have</i> to leave if you don't want to. Stick around in the pen... I'll snatch you up as <i>my</i> slaves instead."\n\nThat definitely seems to get a fair number of people hurrying towards the opening gates, apparently not terribly impressed by your temporary host's demeanor, and willing to brave the strange city and planet beyond rather than being left to her tender mercies. Though you also notice a handful of people hanging back, either too afraid and numb to do anything, or possibly having decided to stick with the devil they know (however little they know her) rather than risk the unknown.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the holding pen.|RunCI1x2]]\n\n[[Stick around.|RunCI]]

You're not sticking around to be at that wicked bitch's mercy, it's a little too obvious that she enjoys toying with people like a... well, like a cat with a mouse. Instead you join the press to get out of the gates.\n\nBeyond there's a sprawling city... and 'sprawl' seems to be the right word, even if 'city' seems a slightly looser one. Most of the buildings seem to be either simple huts or small, single-story buildings, just sort of set wherever there was room with no attempt to enforce order, at least as far as you can tell from your admittedly limited vantage point atop the hill the ship dock and holding pen are on. Here and there are taller, larger buildings, and dominating the landscape is a massive structure that looks like both a palace and a pyramid, surrounded by lesser but still looming buildings that you're guessing must be temples, to judge by the (very anatomically correct) statues either fronting them or mounted atop them... or, in at least one case, mounting the temple.\n\nThere's a winding path lined with simple fences leading the way down the hill towards the city itself. Some of the traffic of your fellow slaves (very few of whom are bothering to hide their nudity at this point) are making their way down it, though you notice a clump of them have bunched up off to one side. As you're wondering why, you notice Felipe heading towards said clump.\n\nFelipe's kind-of-sort-of become your friend over the course of the trip. You say 'kind-of-sort-of' because the circumstances were so strange and limited that it sort of got in the way of developing anything like a normal friendship. You guess it's closer to 'comrade in bonds' or something? But you're wondering if maybe you should try to stick with him. You know him better than anyone else, at least, and that way you wouldn't be alone. Of course, by the same token, then you'd both have the burden of trying to take care of each other, and it would significantly narrow your own options for surviving however you needed to on this weird new planet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach Felipe.|RunCI]]\n\n[[Hang back.|RunCI1x3]]

No... for now it's probably better to go it on your own, so you have a better chance of actually getting your feet under you on this strange, perverse world where you now find yourself a slave (albeit one with an odd amount of freedom to choose your own destiny). Maybe the two of you can meet up again later. After all, it doesn't seem too likely that either of you will be leaving the city, with it surrounded by desert. So you hang back, allowing him to join the small crowd at the table and move on without worry before you head forward yourself.\n\nMostly curious what all the fuss was, you approach the area where the clump of people was. It turns out to be a simple stone table, one with Sacred Relics now scattered around it, some of them with their tops screwed off and showing empty insides, others apparently closed. As you watch, one of the open ones draws its lid back onto it as if by an invisible hand, the gold band sealing bottom and top fitting together... mildly creepy, you're really glad you can assure yourself these things are technology, because if you believed they were spirit magic you might be screaming right now. (Why that makes such a big difference, you're not entirely sure, but it does.) There are a few resting unopened on the table, as well, enough that it's easy to see what they're shaped like since these aren't partly in the dirt and sand: males and females. Simple, vague humanoid outlines, some of them with a short jutting cock rising from the front of the jar, others with breasts molded onto the front.\n\nThese must be those ultra common ones that let you change sex, then. You guess either that slaver or someone else that works for the Pharaoh puts them here to start encouraging new slaves to get with the program and begin adapting. Well... you guess being able to switch between male and female bodies would be one of the very most basic ways of broadening your appeal out there, in a world where sex is one of the currencies. Especially since you apparently now need sex to live. \n\nIt definitely feels weird to contemplate, though. Not just for the idea of turning into a girl, but kind of like you're giving in and accepting the inevitable right off the bat. Should you...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a Sacred Relic.|RunCI]]\n\n[[Move on.|RunCI1x4]]

No... you're not going to start giving up who and what you are so easily! You're going to at least try to retain yourself!\n\nIgnoring the table, you head on down the winding path, which issues out into something like a marketplace. It looks like your fellow passengers/slaves have already largely dispersed into it... or, well, you see that a few have actually already been snatched up, thrust into cages behind the tables of wares being shown off, eyes wide as they clutch at the bars or sit slumped on the floor. Yikes. You kind of feel bad, but uh, you're just as naked and helpless as they are... and they got the same warning you did? Hopefully they'll be okay, some way or another. Those seem to be some of the only really human-looking people around... everyone else is either an anthro or, at the least, has ears and/or a tail, or an odd skin color (ink black, metallic bronze, things like that).\n\n"Greetingssss, new boy~!"\n\nYou almost jump a little bit at the call fairly clearly directed at you, whirling around with your heart hammering. It doesn't exactly help that the speaker is quite tall and immediately hits the reptile fear response in your brain due to her, er, reptilian appearance. You're not entirely sure whether she's some sort of lizard or snake, since she's got arms and legs either way, with a slender, slightly squarish muzzle, dark gleaming purple eyes, and her body covered in purple and crimson patterned scales, her front a paler purple. Either way, she's obviously retained some fairly mammalian traits, like a pair of large breasts and wide, curvy breeding hips, the former covered by a white band with a few golden decorations dangling from it, and a simple wound white cloth across her waist that drapes forward in a very short loincloth.\n\n"No need to fear, I don't bite... unlesssss provoked," she notes with a curl of her scaly lips. "Nor am I a sssslave keeper. I am but a humble water dealer," she adds, turning slightly and gesturing to the nearby stall where there are several large clay pots arrayed in the shade of a slightly tattered awning, and an array of cups laying out on the counter in front. "Disssscount, admittedly, for it issss not of the puressst clarity, but it isss better than drinking from the riversss and pondsss."\n\n"Oh, uh, er... I don't need any water. ... Yet," you add in a mutter. "... And I don't have any money besides," you admit, trying to calm down and adjust to her appearance. \n\n"Thissss isss obviousssss," the water dealer notes with a smirk, making you duck your head sheepishly. "Naked asss the day you were born and coming from the dockssss. But I can help in other wayssss," she notes, the very tip of her forked tongue briefly flicking out and along her lips.\n\n"Yeah?" you ask a bit dubiously, considering.\n\n"Mm, I merely offer information and advicsse. After all, the sscity isss vassst... wander pointlessssly, and you'll find yourssself..." She shrugs and gestures to one of the other stalls with a caged human woman behind it, the cage now bearing a sign that looks a lot like a price tag.\n\nYou swallow at that, then eye her. "So what would you want in return?" you ask a bit dubiously.\n\n"Mmm, sssmart boy," she coos in seeming sincerity, winking one gleaming eye at you. "Not much. Let'sss recharge each other'sss Sssol. I like ssssleek young thingsss like you fressh off the ssship. While we fuck, I'll tell you of your bessst optionsss."\n\n... Yeep? Whether she knows it or not, it looks like the thing she wants in return for her information and advice is your virginity. Your first time with a kind of scary lizardsnake woman? Not exactly how you imagined it.\n\nOn the other hand, at this point it seems a little inevitable, and losing it for the sake of getting some useful knowledge might not be the worst thing. ... And she does have a pretty sexy body, even if it's covered in scales...\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|RunCI1x5]]\n\n[[Decline.|RunCI]]

"Ah... okay," you reply, bobbing your head a bit. After a second, you force your hands down to your sides and away from covering yourself, as well.\n\nThe lizard woman lets out a laugh, mouth opening briefly to reveal a number of small sharp teeth and the lash of her thicker-than-expected tongue. "Your enthusssiasssm isss appressciated," she teases, making you blush even more, then give a little jump and a slight moan as one of her hands wraps around your stiffening cock and gives it a few strokes, the scales on her palms feeling like thousands of tiny polished-smooth pebbles on your sensitive skin. "Mmm, but thissss one isss enthusssiassstic, it ssseems. Come," she says, literally leading you back to the shade of her stall by the dick.\n\n"Mmm, very tasssty," she coos as she sinks to her knees in front of you and leans in close, making you shiver in a mixture of stimulation and fear as that tongue snakes out and drags up your chest and along your throat, wiggling back and forth across one of your nipples as it does. "You've not even had a sssingle Sssacred Relic, there'sss alwaysss a nicsse pure tassste around the fresssh ones. My name is Ssyren, by the way."\n\n"Mmnf," is all you can really reply as her hands wander over your chest and sides, with just the faintest brush of the claws tipping her fingers. You blush and squirm even more as, almost in perfect time with her cupping your balls and rolling them gently in those fingers, someone walks up to the stand. Not even seeming to particularly notice the lewd goings-on, the catlike man asks for a cup, and the water dealer's tail curls up over the counter, the tip making a little 'give' gesture before curling in a circle. Even as Ssyren is leaning her head down and coiling that long, agile tongue around your shaft, making you give a truly undignified squeak, the customer is depositing coins in her tail. Her tongue begins squeezing and stroking you, slick and strong and wet as it pumps along your sensitive prick, hands still roaming your body even as her tail sets aside the money and picks up a clay cup of slightly white-tinted water and proffers it to the customer, who walks off with it.\n\n"Feel free to play with these, boy," Ssyren says in a slightly muffled but ironically less snakey-sounding voice considering how her tongue is occupied, though that certainly makes the words cause some interesting-feeling squeezes and waggling-around of your cock. By which she apparently means her tits, since her tail now slips up and hooks into the front of her top, spilling those pale purple breasts free and revealing large, dark purple nipples. "I'm not using them for anything else right now."\n\nSwallowing, you decide to go ahead and take her up on it, since... well, why not? You lean forward, running your hands along the large, torpedo-shaped boobs, the paler purple skin feeling more like quality, buttery smooth leather than the rest of her scales. The feel of it along with how perfectly pliant and firm-soft her tits are as you give a few squeezes. Toying with her nipples also makes her make some rather fun noises, which results in more squeezes and strokes of your cock with her tongue. Probably not a surprise that soon your prick's twitching and firing long ropes of milky white all over her tits and into her mouth as she continues to jerk you off with her coiled tongue.\n\n"Oooo, issss thisss your firssst?" Ssyren says teasingly as she releases your cock and instead flagrantly licks your cum off of her tits without even lowering your head. She gives another short laugh at your squirming in response. "You're asss red asss if you were dying in the sssand! Well then, if I'm having <i>that</i>, perhapsss I'll throw in sssome extrasss! But for now..." \n\nShe draws you downward, urging you to lay back on the ground. Her tail tugs away her waistband as well, revealing what at first looks like a perfectly smooth expands of that pale purple between her legs. But with a few strokes of her fingers, a faint slit starts to be visible, then it parts into a glistening glimpse of pink that drips downward onto your still-hard cock. You squeak again as the thin tip of her tail partly wraps around the base of your shaft to angle it up, then let out a moan as she slowly sinks down onto you, her warm serpentine slit engulfing you easily, but seeming to squeeze and stroke you as agilely as her tongue did.\n\n"Now, let'sss sssee here," she coos as she almost idly takes your hands and guides them to settle on your hips before she starts to ride you slowly, steady up and down motions that make her breasts wobble slightly but almost hypnotically. "Mossst boysss dreaming of glory and masssculinity ssseek to join one of the Guard regimentsss... though you'll ssstill no doubt find yourssself committing sssome actsss of 'brotherhood'," she adds, both her tone and her tail teasing, albeit the latter sneaks down to tease your pucker with the tip, making your hips lurch up and thrust deeply into her as she coos.\n\nShe pauses to conduct another sale... her explanation that is, not her riding, continuing to smoothly ride your cock the entire time she's accepting payment from the customer and handing over the water cup (with her actual hands this time). Then she turns back to you, smiling as her tongue flicks over her lips again as she continues. "Or perhapssss wealth is what you'd ssseek on Ajiptusss? If a merchant or artisssan'sss life you ssseek, then off to the Apprenticsse Guild with you. Though you'd wind up a ssslave in all but name for yearsss, ssstill eventually you might be free and well-taught!"\n\nSsyren slides fully down on you and gives her hips a slow roll, making you moan loudly and squeeze her scaly hips as your prick is worked around against her slick, tight insides. "Or perhapsss both? Renown, combat, richesss all three... then you might wissh to risssk all in the arena~! Ohhh, but to think of a poor sleek unscarred boy like you risssking himssself ssso, it givesss me ssshiversss," she coos, apparently deliberately making her pussy squeeze and tremble all around you, just almost milking a second load out of you then and there. It seems like she's realized that her sibilant voice has turned into a bit of a turnon for your overwhelmed brain and is deliberately teasing you with it now, letting out a long, hissing giggle as she leans forward before resuming her riding, tits wobbling above your face.\n\n"Mmm, not many of the Templesss take boy acolytesss," she continues, both with her explanation and using your dick to pleasure herself... although you really do feel like there's a sort of strange, near-constant flow between you, almost imperceptible but faintly there, running through your cock and into her and back. Is that... the Sol recharge. "A few do, and there you'd have a comfortable life and path to power... but your cute hole would get quite a workout," she snickers, her tail once again teasing your ass and actually pushing inside you a little this time to tease around just inside the entrance, making you give an even more undignified noise than the one before.\n\n"Or embracsse a ssslave's life, even?" Ssyren adds, almost seeming to muse it aloud as she teases your nipples with the very tips of her claws, leaving you squirming even more than before. "Sssome comfy harem or performancsse company? I've a friend at the auctssion houssse that I could ssspeak to for you~. Or if it'sss freedom you mussst have even in the facsse of danger, I've another friend who exploresss the dessssert... they alwaysss need more bodiessss for their crew!"\n\nShe gives another laugh at the face you make at her phrasing, then suddenly bucks her hips quickly once, twice, and a third time along with fast, hard squeezes of her pussy around you. As you're emptying your balls deep inside her reptilian cunt, your eyes having rolled up and your body trembling, she slides her tongue along her lips again. "Or you could ssstay with me, little one... I could ussse a good boy..."\n\nAs your head gradually starts to clear in the aftermath of your orgasm (though you're left squirming as she continues to tease your asshole with the tip of her tail0, you try to focus enough to decide which of the options she's offered seems best.\n\n<hr>\n[[The Guards.|RunCI]]\n\n[[The Apprentice Guild.|RunCI]]\n\n[[The arena.|RunCI3x1]]\n\n[[Temple.|RunCI]]\n\n[[Slave auction.|RunCI4x1]]\n\n[[Adventurers.|RunCI1x6]]\n\n[[Ssyren.|RunCI]]

Perhaps your post-nut clarity is tinged with a bit of post-nut feeling of godhood, because you find yourself saying, "Explore the desert... I want to explore the desert with your adventurer friend."\n\n"Ohooo?" Ssyren coos even as she rises to her feet fully, her slit sealing back up into a barely-visible line before so much as a drop of your cum can escape. "Perhapsss you have a sssenssse of romancsse, hm? You wisssh to wander the desssert ssseeking richesss and perhapsss ressscuing fair maidensss?" At your sheepish look she laughs again, tapping her chin. "Adorable. But underssstandable. I've a few thingsss to give you... consssider them a gift, for gifting me your firssst, asss it wasss quite tasssty in both mouthsss."\n\nNot bothering to redress herself yet, Ssyren offers you her tail a bit like a rail to help you pull yourself to your feet before she turns and rummages briefly in one of the crates beneath the large clay jars, pulling it open at the side to do so. Turning back to you, she slips something between your legs and then fastens it on... it's basically a simple leather belt with a strip of cloth running from front to back, basically just enough to cover your cock and balls and (some of) your ass. It also, you note once you're done being embarrassed by having someone else dress you so intimately and yet so casually, has a smallish knife sheathed at one side of the belt.\n\n"There. Good enough for a ssstarting desssert adventurer," Ssyren asserts, before holding up a Sacred Relic jar, which looks mostly unmarked save for having a pair of small cat ears and a tail sticking out from it. "You'll need thisss too."\n\n"Er, I dunno," you hedge.\n\n"Now now, pet, you're quite tasssty unaltered, but having at leassst one Sssacred Relic will help protect you from the harssshnessss of the sssun and heat. You're sssure to die in the sssandsss without it, ssso Lucario would not take you without one anyway."\n\n... 'Lucario'? You blink, but after a moment sigh. "Thank you, then, Ssyren," you say as you accept the Sacred Relic. Rather than replying, she just watches you with a look of cheerful expectation, so with another small sigh you open the jar. You give a little yip of shock as the black fluid inside instantly flows out and over your hands, quickly sinking into your skin. Just as quickly, you feel something pushing out from the top of your head and the base of your spine, rapidly altering in a sort of strange fluid sensation that's more faintly, pleasurably ticklish than anything else. You blink a few times, giving your new feline ears a twitch and your tail a lash. The tail's easy enough to look at, coming down to your knees and sleek-furred, a tawny yellow banded with uneven stripes of almost orange.\n\n"Very cute," Ssyren coos, reaching out to scritch behind one of your new cat-ears, which shocks you with just how <i>amazing</i> it feels. You barely notice when a soft, steady thrumming begins low in your throat and high in your chest, though you blush a little at realizing it was there when she stops. "Now, to find Lucario, walk towardsss the palacsse until you sssee a merchant ssselling sssimiansss in many colorsss. The sssun will be sssetting, follow itsss path, and at the edge of the desssert you will ssssee many campsss. The blue banner with wingsss is Lucario'sss."\n\n"Okay. Thanks, Ssyren," you say, giving her a small wave as you set out. \n\n"Come back sssometime! With money!" she teases as you walk away.\n\nYou admit as you start walking through the large market area that it's a little difficult to think of any other response than 'Well that just happened'. It might be a little cringe, but you just traded your virginity to a sexy snake-woman for information on how to survive on this Egypt-like sex planet so it also seems sort of appropriate. You try not to stare too much as you walk amongst the stalls and in a few cases actual shops selling all sorts of things, from food and drinks to weapons and clothing and, of course, living things... some of which you're not sure fall into the "animal" or "slave" category or maybe straddling a line. Again, the vast majority of them are different types of full anthro, with a handful of them having more minor animal features like you currently do, and the species definitely don't seem to be limited to the Egyptian "theme" this place has. You notice a few people eyeing you thoughtfully occasionally and tense up, but they always seem to lose interest when they see the knife at your belt and that you've noticed them. Apparently it doesn't take <i>much</i> to deter being claimed as a slave, at least here in the market.\n\nYou continue to head straight towards the pyramid-palace-thing as much as you can, until you spot a large stand where someone has a bunch of cages housing brightly-colored monkey-like creatures... they're kind of like chimpanzees but a bit thicker in the body and slightly shorter arms. And when Ssyren said 'brightly colored' she meant it... fire engine red, emerald green, cobalt blue, they're <i>shockingly</i> colorful, at least one in almost every shade of the rainbow as they rattle their cages or leap around the larger enclosures, yowling and occasionally having little tussles with each other. Kind of interesting... but you have to remind yourself that it's just supposed to be a landmark. It is late afternoon by now, so you head in the direction of the sun, the market gradually thinning around you and turning into an area that it looks like has a lot of stables and inns and things. And then that fades away into more open areas that look like they're used to load and even store things out in the open, with the desert visible beyond.\n\nThere are indeed a number of little encampments set up on the spot where the packed earth and patchy grass of the city area mingles with the sand, most already having fires going and with people wandering about them or even between them. You look around for a blue one with wings, and soon spot a 'banner' that's actually shaped more like a windsock, and does indeed have little wings sewn onto it that almost kinda-sorta still stand out as it flaps in the light breeze. You head towards it, and almost immediately spot a rather dashing-looking figure sitting on a small crate sipping from a slightly expensive-looking cup. "Ah... Lucario?" you ask.\n\n"Who wants to know?" she asks in return, looking over at you with intense blue eyes. She's mostly human-looking in the face, though there's something about the nose and mouth that's a little 'off', slightly reptilian. Which might have something to do with the long white horns rising from her forehead and back, slightly squarish and with layers to them, above her pale, tousled hair that looks like it's usually cut short but has gotten shaggy down to her shoulders now. She's got a sleek form, mostly hidden between layered clothes of a white cloak pushed back off her shoulders, blue and white shirts, and slightly off-white baggy leather pants and black boots.\n\n"My name's Eric, Ssyren told me you were a friend of hers and that I might be able to join your crew in going out to the desert to look for profit," you speak up, trying not to seem intimidated as she gets up and strolls over, especially when you see the pair of long, slender curved swords she's wearing at her belt.\n\n"Mm. Fresh off the boat, are you, kid?" she says as she rubs her chin and looks you over. At your slow nod, she gives a snort. "Well, I've been there myself, in case you couldn't tell. Most in my crew used to be Earthlings... eventually you'll probably want to pick a new name too. Don't worry about it being 'cringe', not like the locals realize or care," she adds with a soft chuckle. "Everyone's gotta start somewhere. Although there's rules about being new on the crew."\n\n"Okay, that makes sense," you allow.\n\n"First of all, you're at the very bottom of the ranking. You do all the lame, bothersome work no one else wants to do, and you hop right to it without complaint, got it?" Lucario explains, flipping a gloved hand through the air. "When we make camp each night, someone will recharge Sol with you, but it's basically whoever on the crew is willing or whoever I say, you don't get refusal rights. If there's a dangerous risk no one else wants to take, you have to. You do all of that and prove yourself, you could maybe go on the <i>next</i> expedition as a proper member of the company and get a cut of the profit."\n\n"W-wait," you blurt, having already been a bit aghast at all the rest of it up until then, but <i>really</i> going slack-jawed at that. "You mean I don't even get paid for the first venture?!"\n\n"You don't get paid until you're a proper member," Lucario corrects, waggling a finger in a 'tsk tsk' gesture. "Depending on how things go, that could take one venture, it could take five, or I could kick you out without you ever getting a single shiny raoh if you turn out to be a load. Until then you get paid in food, water, and Sol. That's the deal. Maybe Ssyren told you we always need bodies, and that's true, but we also have enough accomplished survivors and earners that we can afford to be choosey. If you don't like it, you might find some other company to take you in, but most of the good ones where you'll start earning well the moment you're a member won't have any better terms."\n\n<hr>\n[["Well... okay."|RunCI1x7]]\n\n[["This is no better than slavery!"|RunCI]]\n\n[["I'll look elsewhere."|RunCI]]

Considering how this place clearly works, you honestly don't see that you have a lot of better options. After all, it sounds like if she really wanted to force you to do all that with no reward, she could just grab you up as her slave. So probably better to take the deal at face value and hope for the upward mobility she's promising. "Alright, deal," you say with a nod.\n\n"Alright then. Hm, here," she says, seeming to reach into... nowhere... and pull out a pair of thin boots, tossing them the short distance to you. "Consider these an early payment, since you can still get hot feet and sand between your toes."\n\nMeanwhile your jaw is still sagging some. "... uh..."\n\nLucario snorts. "Inventory system, comes with most of the better Sacred Relics. You'll get your own eventually, if you don't fuck up and die. Anyway, the tent for fresh bodies is over there," she says, thumbing towards one of the larger but also more run-down looking tents in the encampment. "You better go ahead and get some rest."\n\n"... Uh?" you repeat, blinking and glancing at the desert horizon, where the sun is already starting to set.\n\n"We leave early, and you won't be getting food or Sol until we make camp. You've got a decent supply of Sol coming off the ship, but moving around and doing things burns it, so you're better off conserving it by just going to sleep when you don't have anything more important to do, early on," she notes, giving you a slight 'shoo' motion towards the tent. \n\nWell you guess that makes sense, even if it is a bit of a letdown that the first thing to happen upon joining a daring group of adventurers is being told "go to bed". You head over to the tent and step inside, having to stoop since while it's large in "floor"space it's a bit low. There are already a handful of other forms laying still on thin blankets covered by equally thin blankets... you spot a stack of them over in the corner and snag a pair of yourself. Glancing around, most of the others look generally like you: fairly young and still mostly human except for maybe a pair of animal ears. Guessing you're not going to be introduced to anyone, at least before tomorrow, you find a spot in the tent to lay out your blanket and settle, pulling the other one over yourself despite the still warm evening, since, well, it just feels weird to try and sleep without covering up, and you do know enough about deserts to know it will get cold later. You expect to have trouble falling asleep, but the mental exhaustion from everything thrown at you in the last day must catch up with you because you've barely found a less-uncomfortable position to lay in before you're out like a light.\n\nYou're rousted out of bed with a not-quite-kick to the side that sends you scrambling a bit, an unfamiliar wolfman in purple and black growling at you to get up and get to work. You look around blearily, seeing that the other newbies are already starting to pack up and take apart the tent they're in, so you hurry to pull on the thin boots and join in.\n\n"Thaaaat's right, kittens, those who don't work shall have neither water nor food nor Sol," the wolfman declares in a voice that treads the line between teasing and demeaning, giving a short literal bark of laughter as he ducks back out of the tent.\n\n"... 'Kittens'?" you echo in a mutter, vaguely annoyed that as you say it your feline ears lay down and your tail lashes, as if to remind you of the label's accuracy.\n\n"It's what they call the newbies like us," a girl who actually has floppy canine ears and a thick tail notes as she finishes untying part of the tent. "Most common type of barely-worth-it basic Sacred Relic is the cat one, so we're all 'kittens' whatever one we wound up using."\n\nIt seems introductions aren't going to come now, either, as every moment you're almost done with a job you're snapped at to start another one, usually by the wolfman in purple. The dog-eared girl (who does introduce herself as Luna) says that's standard... the members of Lucario's company don't bother to introduce themselves to the "kittens" because it keeps them from being too attached if you wind up dying, supposedly. You're just expected to learn their names from overhearing them or being told, such as in the case of the wolfman Thunder (which you eventually learn is short for "Thundercracker"), who's either been put in charge of the company's "kittens" or he just likes bossing people around, you're not sure which.\n\nBut while it seems to you like it takes forever to pack up the encampment, the sky hasn't lightened that much more by the time it's done, still fairly dark but with enough paleness in the sky that you can see sort of well (though you wonder if part of that is that you're now part cat). Most of the company members head to where the actual four-legged animals are (some horses, a few camels, and even one or two much more exotic beasts like what looks like a horse-height lion with a trio of snakes for a tail), and you start to follow along, only for most of the nearby full company members to burst out laughing.\n\n"Kittens walk!" Thundercracker calls as he swings up on his horse (which has a Decepticon symbol painted into its hide, in cutie mark location you can't help but notice). "They need it to help them grow up big and strong, if they grow up at all!"\n\n"You're responsible for your own ride, the others over there are carrying our supplies and everything else," Lucario notes in a more moderate voice as she swings up into the minimalist saddle of the snake-tailed lion, pausing briefly to pet one of the snake heads as it rests on her shoulder. Then she glances over as one of the large draft horses... a big, glossy black beast with a silver barding-mask settled atop its head and muzzle... lets out a long loud whinny and tosses its head. Grinning, she looks back at you, blue eyes amused as she says, "Oh, Destro says he can take you... but that you'll have to pay for the ride when we make camp."\n\nOh 'Destro' says, huh? You definitely get the sense you're being made fun of... but all the same she <i>offered</i> to let you ride the horse, so what happens if you take her up on it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ride Destro.|RunCI2x1]]\n\n[[Walk.|RunCI1x8]]

You don't want to get a reputation as thinking you're better than the other "kittens"... that seems like it could cause problems with both your peers and the full members of the company. So instead you just give a little nod and go back to join the rest of the scantily-clad eared-and-tailed newbs, and at a call from Lucario the company sets out across the sand.\n\nAs might be expected, it's... pretty boring. Just a lot of walking across sand, straight ahead, up dunes, down dunes. Occasionally you're called to help guide the animals, but most of them either seem to know what they're doing better than you do, or they're being led by one of the mounted company members anyway. But when you think about it, it makes sense... if there was anything interesting less than a day's walk from the city, it would definitely already have been found and stripped clean already by people that weren't even needing much equipment. You're actually surprised by how well you're dealing with the heat, and the brightness, and the sand, though you can kind of tell that it really should be debilitating to someone as inexperienced at this as you even just a few hours out. You guess you really should thank Ssyren (probably when you get some money) for the Sacred Relic, it must be working like she said to protect you from the sun and grit despite your near-nudity.\n\nAs the day wears on, you spot a handful of shapes in the distance through the swim of heat haze, which gradually start to resolve into humanoid shapes. Except you realize as you steadily get closer and closer to them that they're not moving at all. "What are those?" you ask aloud, in general.\n\nThundercracker happens to be riding nearby just then, though, and guides his horse over to walk beside you, apparently in a mood to answer. "Some poor fools who ran out of Sol less than a day from the city, coming or going, it looks like. You'll get your first look at your fate if you become unfuckable, looks like."\n\n"W-wait," you stammer as you get close enough to see that the sun is glinting off the shapes the same way it would any of the dull gray rocks you've passed jutting out of the sand. "You... you really do turn to stone if you run out of Sol?"\n\n"Mm-hmm," Thundercracker answers, his tone airy but not entirely unkind as he says, "It can happen a lot of ways out here... you get separated from everyone and have no one to recharge with, you just forget to feel for how much you've got left, or it gets stolen from you by bandits, monsters, or beasts."\n\n"... Even the animals will rape you for your Sol?" you say a bit faintly.\n\n"Of course! The whole environment's saturated with the nanites, boy, why wouldn't they? They've figured out as much as we have that they need to fuck to survive as much as eat or drink!" Thundercracker declares with a laugh. "Usually they're content to fuck each other, but they're even more in tune with their Sol reservoirs than we are! Watch out for a pack of jackals out and about with pricks dripping and eager when they realize they're low on Sol, no sight quite like it! Ah," he adds as you actually draw close enough to the fossilized people to make out details, at least what the sand hasn't already started to smooth away. "But looks like this was a pack of poor foolish kittens who set out into the desert, either for safety or in search of riches, but didn't have enough Sol between them all," he notes, as you pass by the first of the statues, a human-looking male with round feline ears and a stubby tail, on hands and knees but reaching out towards the direction of the city, as if he thought it was just within reach and could almost make it.\n\n"B-but I thought people both got recharged when they fucked?" you say, shuddering despite the heat as you walk past the statue. "How can you run out if you've all got some and have other people to fuck?"\n\n"When it's just fucking, it recharges both a <i>little</i>," Thundercracker explains evenly as you pass more of the statues. "But remember that you use up some Sol every time you exert energy. If there's not enough of an overall reservoir among the group to keep things sustained, then it doesn't matter if everyone recharges a bit when they fuck, you're still screwed the other way. In fact, it winds up like that," he adds, gesturing to a pair of the statues that's frozen in the midst of fucking doggy style, the female down on her elbows and chin now partly buried by the blown-in sand, the male with his head thrown back, both of them with expressions of strangely mingled desperation, pleasure, and horror on their faces, still visible though the blowing sand has already started to wear them smooth. "You wind up using more energy fucking than there is left in either of you's banks, and you turn to stone mid thrust! Though I've heard that of all the ways to go, that one's not so bad," he adds in a philosophical tone. "If it happens just the right time, you turn to stone as you're cumming, and you're just sort of caught mid-orgasm forever."\n\n".... Wait, does that mean that you can come back?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at the pair as you pass them, since there aren't any statues further ahead... at least, any left visible or whole that you can see. "Since someone would have to come back to be able to say what it feels like, right?"\n\n"Ah, well uh," Thundercracker murmurs, scratching under his muzzle as he glances away.\n\nThere's a loud snort as a tall, rather thicc tiger woman riding a lean, horse-sized actual tiger draws up on your other side, her breasts smoothly wobbling with the lope of her steed beneath the black fishnet top she's wearing that goes with the rest of her slightly 'ninja' style gear. "Wishful thinking rumors from taverns," she declares. "That if you petrify at least having one last thrust or stroke or wiggle that maybe it's not so bad. But they're solid stone in there, your brain's the same hunk of rock as the rest of you, they're not feeling anything, and no way to know if they are somehow."\n\n"Ehhh, every so often ya hear about someone that was brought back, Hinata," Thundercracker declares in a tone of slightly wounded pride. "That they got infused with enough Sol to 'kickstart' them back to life."\n\n"More wishful thinking," the tigress says in a firm but easy tone, like she isn't really interested in arguing but believes what she's saying completely. "Probably started by some guilty desert wanderer who'd like to convince others to waste their Sol on statues when they wouldn't do it themselves."\n\n"Mmn," Thundercracker grunts, apparently finding that believable enough that he doesn't try to argue either.\n\nThat's all definitely pretty scary. You try feeling for how much Sol you have left, and are surprised at how easy it is to get a sense for it. You're not sure what you have really counts as a lot or a little, since you've got nothing to compare it to, but at least it doesn't feel like it will run out any time soon. ... But you <i>can</i> feel it gradually decreasing as you walk, which is a little disturbing. ... Which probably explains why some people stop paying attention to it, and don't notice they're almost out until it's too late.\n\nThere are a few times during the day where there's a little excitement... some mangy but large desert cats that try to attack the company (at least one of which, as Thundercracker said, was sporting quite a large, visible hardon, its gleaming pink cock dotted with little spiky-looking protrusions jutting from its sheath, and remaining so even after the beast was filled with arrows and thudded dead to the sand). There's even a brief period where the remains of another company or caravan is spotted, and everyone's set to looking around for loot. You find a few small bags, one of which jingles a fair bit, and dutifully turn them all over to Thundercracker, in part because he was not-so-subtly watching all of you the entire time. Eventually, as the sun starts to go down, Lucario calls a halt, and you and the other kittens are set to setting up the camp, though you notice this time a lot more of the company members are pitching in too. You guess the desire to get out of the sun and rest for a while as soon as possible outweighs the convenience of having someone else to make do the work.\n\n"Alright, kittens, over here for water and lessons!" Hinata calls once the tents are set up, indicating that you certainly don't get to rest yet. (Although the water bit is good.) As you're all, by order, slowly sipping at your cups, she holds up one of the bags you found. "Alright, since a few of you came to us fresh off the ships, I'll give you a brief lesson about the money here. The three coins you'll really hafta worry about are the Pharaoh's Gold," she says, holding up a gleaming gold coin to show the image of a jackalman's head wearing the typical pharaoh's headdress, flipping it around to show a sun on the other side. "The Priestess's Silver, and the Merchant's Copper," she continues, showing more coins. "Usually called raohs, tesses, and cants. Fun thing about all of 'em, the metal has nanites in it that keep them from being shaved or weighted, so you pull a million year old raoh out of a tomb and it'll still spend the same as a raoh struck last year, just like our bideo games," she adds in an amused tone before dropping all three back into the bag and cinching it closed. "There's some other kinds of coins out there, and a lot of trade in gems and other valuables, but you're on your own for learning the value of those."\n\n"So when do we start getting some of 'em?" one of the other kittens murmurs, but Hinata apparently hears because she snickers.\n\n"When you become a full member of the company, it's all an even split. Lucario takes the same cut as I or Thundercracker do," she declares. "Until then you're working for food, water, and Sol. Speaking of working! Time for another lesson, kittens... skinning!"\n\nAfter that comes the considerably more unpleasant lesson of learning to skin the animals the company killed throughout the day, including the horny smilodon-like one. Still, as gross it is, Hinata's a fairly patient teacher, and at least there's enough water to get washed up in (some) afterwards. By that time the sun is down and the fire is going, a lizardy-looking guy cooking something in a pot that actually smells really good. But you're distracted from it as you notice the other kittens being led off or beckoned by other members of the company... in fact you watch as Thundercracker scoops up Luna over his shoulder and carries her off while squeezing her ass, the dog-eared girl squealing and kicking her legs. Well, you're pretty sure she was doing both playfully. Um, yeah, looks like it's time for that whole recharging Sol thing. As you're thinking that, you hear a call of "Hey, boy!" and turn... then have to crane your neck back.\n\nYou've noticed that a lot of the anthro-fied people tend to be taller than their human equivalents, but this woman is a towering mountain of brown fur. A heavyset, plump literal bear of a woman, her white pearl-encrusted bikini top almost lost amidst the thickness of her shaggy fur, the same for the waistband of her matching loincloth. In fact overall she's much further towards "bear" than human than a lot of the anthros you've seen, those tits, the shape of her shoulders, and her somewhat longer legs being all that keeps her from just being a reared-up female bear. "I got you for thrusting today, cutie," she coos in a thick, deep voice just barely shaded towards the feminine, leaning down to tickle gently under your chin with one claw-tipped finger. "Let's go get to it, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|RunCI]]\n\n[[... Okay.|RunCI]]\n\n[[... Okay! ❤|RunCI]]

"Let's get it done then," you half-growl, shifting your shoulders. "How're we gonna pick who goes?"\n\n"Guuuys," Julian groans, but not in a way that says he's really serious about protesting.\n\n"We'll roll for it," Deacon declares, ignoring the catboy as he rummages in his jacket and takes out a felt bag. "I happen to have some dice here-"\n\nJulian scoffs at that, ears perking up and tail giving a smug flick. "Nerd."\n\n"And what's nerdy about it?" the blonde demands, visibly bristling a little. "My father used to carry a set of gambling dice for use in gentlemen's games in a silver case in his pocket!"\n\n"Checks out... s'long as there's not any funny-shaped ones in there," Julian replies, seeming rather smug to have gotten the upper hand for once.\n\nSometimes derailing involves calling someone out, so you glance at your roommate. "How d'you know about the funny-shaped ones?"\n\n"..." Julian glances aside and starts whistling, except he apparently can't really, so he mostly kicks his feet a bit while his tail flicks nervously.\n\n"... Anyway, here's a dee- -ie for each of you," Deacon says, plopping a green d6 into your palm, then a blue one into Julian's before holding up his red one. "We'll all roll onto this desk here at once, so we know there's no funny business."\n\nWhich seems sort of untrusting but, well, magic school. You already know two minor luck charms and a small illusion spell you could probably use to cheat at dice if you wanted, and not that you would but you guess it's good to soothe everyone involved's minds. The three of you walk over to the desk and spend a few seconds shaking your hands, then toss them into the center at roughly the same time.\n\n<hr>\n[["Six!"|FFMS]]\n\n[["Four!"|FFMS]]\n\n[["... One."|RunFF10x6]]

"Honestly, I'll probably stick around here with you guys," you answer after considering it only briefly. "My family said they're probably gonna be fairly busy this week so I likely wouldn't see them that much anyway."\n\nActually they said something about there being a bit of a surge in supervillain activity lately, but seems that's normal as things move towards December. Apparently there's quite a lot of supercrime around the holidays... villains tend to have bitterness about a holiday centered around family and joy, go figure. But supposedly everyone always learns a valuable lesson about the meaning of the holiday so there's that. But this month they apparently get called over to your original homeland a lot to help out American superheroes, whose villains have similar feelings about Thanksgiving and where similar lessons are learned about thankfulness. (The fact that this school's week off coincides with Thanksgiving is supposedly mostly coincidental.) Anyway, what it all means is that even if you went home they'd probably be gone for a fair portion of the day at least every other day anyway, so you may as well stay here and hang out with your friends instead. Besides there'll be a much longer break next month, and the villain schedule or whatever apparently goes quiet from Christmas morning to New Year's Eve and then quiet again until February.\n\nIn any event, it seems to have brightened Julian and Deacon a bit... you kind of wonder exactly how they'd get along if you weren't here, and maybe it's a bit arrogant but you sort of assume "not well". You are sort of a buffer to derail things if they get too into needling each other, after all. Speaking of which, Julian perks his ears up. "Hey, after class, let's get together in our room and do our homework right away."\n\n"Seriously, Thatcher? The old 'homework right away so the break is free'?" Deacon says with a sigh.\n\nJulian's ears lay flat and his head droops a bit, before you speak up. "It's not exactly a bad idea. Don't wanna wind up threatening that 'perfect' homework streak you were so smug about, Deacon."\n\n"I was not <i>smug</i> I was <i>appropriately proud of my accomplishments</i>," Deacon answers in a mildly offended tone and a delivery like he got the words from some higher authority. (You're betting his mother.) Perhaps realizing that he did just indeed quote his mother about himself and thus has no room for calling anyone else out on geekiness, he clears his throat. "Oh fine. Wouldn't want you to flunk out of potions or something, Amazing."\n\nYou make a bit of a face at that. The potionmaster isn't exactly Snape level of perfectionist and you're not really in any danger of <i>failing</i> per se, but your grade in the class isn't where you'd like it to be considering you're trying to impress your mother and convince her you've mastered fundamentals and are ready for the bigger stuff. "Thanks. I guess."\n\n"Why does everyone always tack that on when they thank me for something?"\n\nAfter classes end the three of you meet up in your and Julian's room to start going over the homework given for the holiday. That's one thing that you're definitely still adjusting to, the fact that teachers here seem to consider a vacation basically just an excuse for more homework, and apparently the longer the vacation the more homework. Between getting it all done and the other two giving you some tips and helping you practice on prepping potion ingredients, it's actually almost the time that curfew would be in effect if it was a normal night in the dorms.\n\n"Well, that's Friday night pretty much a bust," Deacon says with a sigh, flopping back on your bed and letting his arms splay.\n\n"What were we going to have done otherwise, hit the pub perhaps?" Julian quips back, making you snicker a bit.\n\n"Perhaps," Deacon answers with a snort to show he's not <i>particularly</i> serious, before he sits up. "Hm. Although... I've an idea for some fun," he says slowly, lips gradually curling up in a smirk.\n\n"Uh-oh," you and Julian murmur almost in sync.\n\n"Let's break into the confiscated items closet!"\n\n"Oh Deacon c'mon," Julian groans. "We could get expelled for something like that!"\n\n"Psh. Me and Amazing are safe, our families are too well-connected, and if they tried to do it to you we'd just throw up a stink about discrimination." Deacon waves his concerns off, then shrugs. "Although it should probably just be one of us, really, so the other two can form a defense if they <i>do</i> get caught, and-"\n\n"Wait wait time out," you cut in, making a T with your hands, at which they stare blankly. "Oh get some real sports in this country. Anyway, exactly what sort of 'confiscated items' are we talking about here? It's not stuff like evil possessed swords or cursed invisibility rings or whatever, right?"\n\nDeacon scoffs at that, and even Julian has to muffle a bit of a giggle. "Amazing..." The platinum-haired boy pauses and makes a face. "I wish you had a different last name."\n\n"You could try using my first."\n\n"... Eh. Amazing, do you think the teachers here are stupid enough to keep something like that <i>on school grounds</i>? The confiscated items closet is just where they store contraband they've taken off of students. It's mostly prank items and other things they don't want teenagers to have. We'll just make a little adventure of it. One of us will sneak into the confiscated items closet... it's actually not that well-secured, it's really only meant to keep out casual attempts since it's directly across from the principal's office and normally security does a pass through there, but I bet even the security walkers have gone on home or aren't bothering at the moment. Get in, grab something, get out and get back here, simple as that."\n\n"Uh-huh. And what do we win for this?" Julian asks with a sigh.\n\n"The right to be appropriately proud of your accomplishments."\n\n"Bragging rights then." You eye him dubiously. "I dunno, Deacon, seems like getting in trouble on the first night would ruin our vacation harder than homework waiting at the end."\n\n"What's the matter, Amazing?" he asks with a bit of a sneer. "Scared?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Hell no, let's do this!"|RunFF10x5]]\n\n[["... It just sounds lame."|RunFF]]

Nah... Principal Li is kind of scary, but she's not a vampire, no way would she be sitting in her office in the dark at this time of night. You creep directly towards the door, spending a few moments inspecting it magically... hm, yeah, it's basically like Deacon said, there's some alarm wards and the lock's been magically reinforced, but it's nothing you can't take care of with about ten minutes of work. You suppose that's the point... anyone trying to do it during the day or during a normal night at school would be fairly easily caught if they were lingering outside this door for ten minutes. Besides, if it's basically a bunch of the magical equivalent of cans of fart spray, you doubt they care <i>that</i> much about securing it like some sort of heavy lockup.\n\nAfter a bit of chanting and finger-waggling and general focusing of your thoughts, there's a click from the door and you reach out to turn the knob, holding your breath briefly as you push the door open. But no whooping noises, no sense of any silent magical alerts flying off into the night. Whew... your 'Muting' spell worked, and the alarms basically just aren't paying attention right now. You slide inside the closet and close the door after yourself, instantly plunging the entire room into darkness, before you create a small ball of light above your palm. It's about the size of a large utility closet, with sets of shelves attached to the walls and a few plastic boxes in the back. It looks like when something gets confiscated it's basically just brought in here and tossed on the shelves haphazardly wherever there's room, or on top of other stuff if there's not. Perfect! The chances of anyone noticing something is gone are even more remote!\n\nYou should be quick, that muting won't last forever and opening the door from the inside will set the alarms off all the same if you're not gone by then. Let's see, let's see, what to grab...\n\n<hr>\n[[A ring.|RunFF10x8]]\n\n[[A crystal ball.|RunFF11x1]]\n\n[[A... pair of panties?|RunFF12x1]]\n\n[[One of the plastic bins.|FFMS]]

"Well, looks like you're up, Amazing," Deacon announces smugly.\n\n"Lord... well, if you're gonna do it, Eric, be careful," Julian cautions, frowning some.\n\nYou were kind of hoping he'd try to stop you... but then you have to admit you'd have probably just given him the same advice if he lost. Sighing, you spend a moment mentally preparing before turning towards the door. "Alright, I guess I'll go do this."\n\n"Hold on, you fool!" Deacon snaps, snagging you by the back of the collar and making you give a soft 'grk'. "Don't go out there in your school shirt!"\n\nOh. Right. White button-up formal shirt, kind of stand out there at night. You take a minute to change out of it and into a loose black long-sleeved T-shirt before heading out into the halls, skulking along in the shadows even though you haven't actually left the hallway outside of your room yet. Still, you really, really don't want to get caught doing this... after all, Hazel is supposed to teach you the spells you'll need to start superheroing at the end of the school year, you don't want to risk that getting taken away as punishment. ... Or, y'know, because doing this proves you weren't ready. Or whatever. Either way you're cautious, carefully peeking around corners and listening closely for the sound of anyone coming. A few times you even risk casting a small 'trace' charm on the floor, the risk of that being that it causes glowing footprints to appear that could easily draw attention... but the brightness of the glow is in relation to how recently someone passed by, and you get almost nothing but the faintest but almost all-covering smudge of student footprints, with a few slightly-lighter ones from teachers no doubt leaving a bit later. Once or twice you do spot much brighter ones that might be the security walkers, but you just keep a warier ear and eye out for them for a bit after that.\n\nFinally you reach the hallway outside the principal's office, already a mildly anxiety-inducing place for any student, especially one who's where they're not supposed to be after hours. You peer towards the office door, and the empty desk of the secretary outside of it. No lights, as expected, except for a small, faint green one that might be a nightlight or something. Almost directly across the hall from the windowed door is a fairly standard wooden door with a little plaque on it that says simply 'Restricted'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak right up to the door.|RunFF10x7]]\n\n[[Check the office first.|FFMS]]

"I think learning magic sounds really amazing, to be honest," you admit. "Could I maybe learn from you... um... Mom?"\n\n"Oh of course darling!" Hazel coos, drawing you in close for a hug. You try not to get distracted by having those huge tits pressed against you since, y'know, Mom. Probably better just to try and not think about them. "I've been thinking how wonderful it would be to have an apprentice, and here you are! Oh, we're going to have so much fun together, you'll see!"\n\nNo, bad! Bad brain! Don't take that wrong! This is your <i>mother</i> now! Focus on the fact that you're going to get to learn cool magic and stuff!\n\nOver the next few months you settle into your odd but pleasant new home life, and Hazel... Mom... begins to teach you about her magic. Apparently she's the inheritor of some sort of legacy tied to the British Isles, that mingles all the various magical traditions associated with them... in fact, to the point of being able to make at least some use of the ones that are fictionalized, or at least highly sensationalized. She explains that this is actually a fairly common thing, and that any culture large enough generally does have such a 'legacy' spellcaster that can draw on the culture's paradigm of working magic. For you it means... a lot of reading. She stresses that the early parts of your education will be largely about learning recipes, alchemical solutions, and other such things to give you a good grounding in the basics, before she starts you in on more complex and spontaneous stuff.\n\n"So, like... I could learn to make magic weapons, cursed items, stuff like that, right?" you ask one day as you're getting a bit brainfried of trying to parse the antiquated language used in the alchemy book you're looking over.\n\n"Oh certainly. Well you should obviously be <i>very</i> careful about the concept of cursed items, but there are a lot of schools and types of magic out there and you won't be limited to just the traditions I intend to teach you," Hazel replies breezily, smiling. Then her expression turns more serious as she cups her chin. "... Well, I suppose that brings up something that I've been rather putting off for a few weeks. But really it's time to make a decision on it," she adds with a sigh.\n\n"Huh?" You look at her fully now, blinking. That phrasing almost makes you a bit worried.\n\n"The truth is, we need to make a decision about your schooling." Your mother draws a chair over to the other side of the little table you're using as a desk and sits down, looking a little sad. "Honestly I've been enjoying spending endless amounts of time with you, getting to know you and really, honestly feeling like you're my son. But... well, every mother should look into loosening the apron strings eventually, I suppose," she adds, smiling if still a bit sadly.\n\n"Huh. School," you murmur, glancing back down at the book. Then you blink. "Wait, do you mean like... a magical school? Like Hogwarts or something?" you add rather dryly, before ducking your head sheepishly. "Er, sorry, that's probably dumb."\n\n"No, no, it's certainly what most people's minds would go to when thinking of a magic school," Hazel replies with a smile, reaching out to give one of your hands a squeeze. "But no, it's not much like that at all... I don't think I could <i>quite</i> stand to send you to a full boarding school," she adds in a wry tone of her own. "This is something of a hybrid... it's fairly close by, and it does have dorms where you'll stay during the week, but on the weekends you'd come home to be with us. They also teach completely normal subjects as well as magical ones, so I've no worries about you getting a well-rounded education. Most of your fellow students come from largely normal families who have a bit of magical talent, you'll find very few who look down on you for being 'assimilated' or coming from a nonmagical background. I think if you wish to become a magic-using hero as well as having a normal everyday life, that school's the best one for you. But if you'd rather take a slower path and spend more time here with your family, we could certainly send you to a more standard school, so that you could be home every night," she adds, perking up... before looking rather sheepish as she adds, "But... you certainly wouldn't be hero-ready with your magic any time soon."\n\n"So... what are you thinking of doing?" you ask a little dubiously.\n\n"Oh darling, of course I'm going to let you make the choice," your mother rushes to add, raising a hand to rest it on your head. "It's your life and your future, after all. In fact, if you decide you'd rather do neither and just keep learning at home with me, that would be just fine. Obviously I'd need to start adding more standard subjects to our work, but homeschooling is an option open to you too."\n\n"So I could keep just being your apprentice?" you ask, perking up. "Maybe even inherit the legacy someday?"\n\nThat seems to give Hazel pause, which hurts a little. She must see it in your face because she cups your cheeks gently. "Oh darling, it's not that I wouldn't want you to, or don't think you're capable, but there's a reason I made you my apprentice rather than my heir right away. Assuming the legacy of being the Witch of the British Isles requires not just dedication and learning, but certain sacrifices... certainly more for you than I had to make. It's not something I'd want you to take on unless you were very, very sure, and I'd like you to be further along in your development and have more of an understanding of what devoting your life to this would mean before you make that decision." She lifts a hand and strokes your hair a few times. "But I promise that if you eventually decide that's what you want to pursue, you can. But in return... I need you to seriously consider which of these options is best for the future you want, not just the today you want, alright?"\n\nWell. That seems fair enough. That night as you lay in bed, trying not to worry about the fact that the rest of the family has rushed out to deal with a villain and instead worrying about your future, you consider your options. Magic school would give you a better grounding and let you become a hero like the rest of the family sooner... at the cost of spending less time with your new family now. Or you could just go to regular, everyday school, but that would probably push becoming a magic-using superhero off sometime into your adulthood. Or you could just keep learning here at home, which might give you a path to someday becoming Hazel's heir as well as her apprentice... but you wonder what those 'sacrifices' she talked about were? Well... at least it's your choice about your future. But what to choose...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Magic school.|RunFF10x2]]\n\n[[Regular school.|RunFF21x1]]\n\n[[Homeschool.|RunFF]]

While it's true that everyone can't always get along... well, may as well give it at least a try and see how it goes, huh? Maybe it's risky to do so right off the bat, but at least you'll see if these two have irreconcilable differences or if there's just a bit of personality clash. "I do kinda want to look around the school store, why don't you come too Julian?" you suggest.\n\nDeacon does make just a bit of a face, as does Julian, but after a moment the catboy nods. "Well... yeah, I guess there's probably one or two things I could stand to keep here in the room that I forgot to bring." He hesitates briefly, then obviously decides to make an effort as well as he says, "You don't mind, do you, Deacon?"\n\n"... Eh. Do as you like, Thatcher, doesn't bother me," Deacon answers with one of his carefully uncaring shrugs.\n\nThe three of you head over to the main school building, which is... well, it's not teeming with kids, since you think your mother said there's less than 200 students total, but there's a few dozen people, all of them within a range of a couple of years younger or older than you, milling around on the excuse of using the few school facilities that are open today but obviously in actuality either meeting up with their friends or hoping to make new ones. You keep your focus on your current two companions, though, as the three of you head into the school store. It's not particularly large, and as you might expect is mostly full of mundane things like pencils, pens, toothpaste, and shampoo, but there is a whole section of clothes (ranging from the typical like branded hoodies to actual witch hats and black cloaks), as well as some shelves of what are apparently charms and potions.\n\n"Hey, Thatcher, I bet you can't drink these, right?" Deacon comments with a smirk as he picks up what's labeled a 'Waking Potion' (with the sign also saying in very bold letters '<b>Only one per week, no exceptions</b>' below that) and giving it a little shake in Julian's direction. "Probably makes your tail puff up, huh?"\n\n"Th-they do not!" Julian snaps back, flushing... and unfortunately for him his tail does indeed puff up a little from indignation. Then he actually pouts a little as his ears lay down. "... actually they make my teeth chatter..."\n\n"Ah, me too, me too, these mass produced ones are bad like that," the blonde replies breezily, tucking the vial back on the shelf as Julian blinks a bit in surprise. \n\n"So they're basically just an energy drink?" you ask, since it seems a subject they have some crossover on.\n\n"Made with alchemy, with a lot of condensed water in it to eliminate some of the other issues, but essentially it's just a slightly glowy Five Hour Energy Shot, yeah," Deacon answers with a shrug.\n\n"Honestly you'll spend so much time taking pee breaks that the extra studying time won't help you that much," Julian mutters... which actually gets a snicker out of Deacon, the catboy's ears perking up a bit at that. Hey, this actually seems to be working!\n\nYou basically keep it up like that, just asking little questions and prompting the two to talk every time it seems like they might have something in common. Over time it becomes obvious that while Deacon might like to tease others, he doesn't seem to be an actual bully... which Julian seems to gradually pick up on as well. Even if he's not so inclined to tease back, he at least seems to relax and no longer get upset by Deacon's teasing... continuously flustered, yes, but he seems to fluster easily anyway. By the time the three of you take your bags of purchases over to the cafeteria for dinner, you feel the three of you actually have a pretty decent connection going. At the very least, you're fairly certain your roommate and neighbor don't hate each other, which is a load off of your mind. The cafetera is probably the closest you've seen to anything really 'Harry Potter' like, in that it's large, with long antique wooden tables and chairs, and even a raised platform at one end with another table that's apparently for teachers. Instead of floating candles though, it's floating glass orbs (and you think you actually see very tiny silver strings running from them to the ceiling, although there's definitely no sign of a bulb or anything), and apparently rather than food magically appearing on the tables, at one end of the room there's a standard school-provided lunch area and then a couple of different food options... including one familiar burger chain. Huh, you guess magic schools aren't above allowing a franchise to fill their young mages with seasoned curly fries.\n\nAs the three of you are heading to an empty stretch of table, you pass by a pair of girls who turn their heads to follow your path... specifically, they seem to be looking at Julian, grinning at him. He pauses, then returns the smile sunnily, tail flicking a bit faster... only for it to stop and his ears to droop as the two burst into some rather nasty snickering. He slumps down to sit... then blinks as Deacon, who'd already sat down, smoothly rises back up and strolls over to the pair, hands tucking into his jacket pockets again as he gives them a sly grin. "Evening, girls, how's everything going?"\n\n"Oh, hi." The two definitely seem to be smiling eagerly enough now... even if it weren't obvious Deacon's got money, you've gotta figure his family must be well-known enough around here that he's probably seen as a Very Eligible Bachelor. "It's really good, actually, thank you!" one adds, giving her hair a little flip.\n\nTrying not to get too down on him for the opportunity to talk to some girls, you give Julian's upper arm a comforting rub. The catboy looks about ready to mutter something quietly to you, when Deacon continues talking to the girls, raising his voice slightly.\n\n"Lovely! I noticed you were having a good laugh, <i>do</i> share the joke with me! What were you thinking about?" Waiting just a beat to insure that his raised voice has attracted some attention, he adds, "Were you thinking about someone fucking a cat, and that made you laugh? Is that what you girls think about, hm? Catfucking?"\n\nThe two's jaws drop, and their faces go beet red. Their eyes drift to either side, noticing that now people are looking and snickering at them... and both abandon their half-eaten meals to hurry out, barely bothering to try and look like they're not hurrying. Deacon grins, then strolls back over to plop into his seat. "Hm. I guess it wasn't that funny after all."\n\nJulian, whose own face is just as red and currently pressed into both hands, mutters, "Thank you. I <i>think</i>."\n\n"Don't mention it, Thatcher!"\n\n"You've got a weird idea of sticking up for people, Deacon," you say dryly as you pop a curly fry in your mouth.\n\n"Hm? Stick up for who? No idea what you're talking about, just wanted to know what was funny."\n\nYou don't bother to point out that if he didn't do anything he shouldn't have acknowledged Julian thanking him... it seems an accord of some sort has been reached, so you decide to just enjoy dinner with your new friends.\n\nThe next few months are actually pretty great. During the week you're at school and hang out with Deacon and Julian, as well as, y'know, that learning stuff. And you actually are learning quite a bit, the "basics" that are more expansive and modernized than what you'd been studying just under your mother really help you understand more of the actual principles of magic. When you awkwardly admit as much during Hazel giving you some additional study material, she surprises you by ruffling your hair some. "No, that's understandable. I had a very traditional upbringing in my craft, but the courses at St. Julian are designed to be more intuitive to your generation. It will give you a good, solid foundation. Probably at the end of the school year I'll be able to begin teaching you some specialized spells that will come much easier to you."\n\nThat is the drawback... it's a lot of interesting stuff, but all of it's fundamentals. You're minorly frustrated that it's not particularly exciting and feels a lot more like... well, <i>school</i>. You're really hoping something honestly exhilerating happens soon, though all that's on the horizon is a week's holiday coming up. Speaking of which, the Friday morning before, you ask the others as you're walking between classes, "So what are you guys doing over the break?"\n\n"I'm gonna stay here, actually," Julian replies with a bit of a sigh, ears drooping just a bit. "My dad had a big job come up and the rest of my family's either going to help or just because they want to, but I really don't like to travel and I'd be on my own once we got there anyway, so might as well hang in the dorm."\n\n"My older sisters are visiting and the house will be swarming with brats, so I'm sticking around here as well," Deacon says, wrinkling his nose with distaste at the very mention of his nieces and nephews. "Thatcher and I will be practically the only ones here, so there should be some peace and quiet for once. Assuming Thatcher doesn't start leaning out the window and singing at night."\n\n"You should be so lucky to hear my singing voice," Julian quips back for once, poking his tongue out. All of you snicker, before the catboy looks at you. "So what about you, Eric? What're you gonna do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|RunFF16x1]]\n\n[[Stay here.|RunFF10x4]]

... Honestly if you got the chance to go to actual, really-real magic school, would you ever forgive yourself for passing it up?\n\nThe next morning you inform the family of your decision. Your mother looks a mingling of elated and depressed, while your father simply smiles and claps you on the shoulder. "Good choice, lad. I may not deal in their particular specialty, but St. Justina's is a fine school in many respects. A bit of dorm life will also be good for you, help you learn to mingle with your peers!"\n\nYou do wonder how true that is a few weeks later as the semester begins, and you head for St. Justina's for the first time. It's a Sunday afternoon... normally you'll only show up on Monday mornings and stay until Friday afternoon, today is apparently the day to get you settled into your dorms. You may be fairly attached to your new family, but you still insist you can manage taking your things to your room on your own... you don't want to look like a Mama's Boy to your new roommate, after all. As you push the door open to a room that's slightly less spacious than yours at home (especially since it's got a twin bed taking up space on either side) but is still fairly comfortable and well-outfitted, you spot what's presumably your roommate sitting on one of said beds, wearing a loose-fitting cream colored cardigan buttoned over a blue and black shirt and jeans. He twitches a bit at your entrance... and his cat ears stick straight up.\n\nSo that's a thing, apparently.\n\n"Uh, hi," you greet as his tail lashes back and forth across the sheets some. It's black, much like the shortish hair on his head (although it has a white streak in it near the bangs) and his feline ears. "Are you my roommate?"\n\n"Yeah, I am. And if you don't like being roomies with a catperson, well, just try not to give me crap, okay?" he replies with a frown that comes dangerously close to a pout.\n\n"Whoa, hey, I didn't say I have a problem with it, I'm just surprised," you reply with a bit of a frown of your own. "I've just never met one before, I... kind of didn't know they were a thing."\n\nHe hesitates at that, ears angling and tail's motions slowing, before he huffs softly. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to get so touchy. I guess I did kind of hear my roommate this year was someone new to things. Um... lemme try again, okay?" He smiles a bit nervously, which still actually looks pretty good on his rather cute face, and raises a hand to give you a scrunch-fingers wave, showing off his black-painted nails. "I'm Julian Thatcher, nice to meet you."\n\n<img src="images/Julian.jpg">\n\n"Hey Julian, I'm Eric Amazing, nice to meet you. And yeah, I admit, you're the first catperson I ever met," you add with what you hope is a friendly grin as you carry your bag over to what's apparently your bed to flop it into place. "Is that a common thing here?"\n\n"I mean... we're not 'common', but I guess we're not super rare either," Julian murmurs, resting his hands between his knees, tail flicking in mild agitation again. "Basically all it means is that some ancestor... or, y'know, your parents even... well, basically they fell in love with their familiar and that's that." Julian's cheeks color a little. "So there's some dogpeople and lizardpeople and birdpeople too but they're even rarer than catpeople. Pretty much all of us have charms that keep anyone else from noticing, but I'm not supposed to wear mine here. Could interfere with other spellcasting or something."\n\n"Huh." You wonder if it's Julian's ancestor or parents that had that obviously slightly scandalous love affair. Maybe you'll find out someday if the two of you become friends as well as roommates. While you're pondering that concept, though, there's a brief rap of knuckles on the frame of the open door before another boy strolls in. This one's got artfully messy platinum blonde hair, almost yellow brown eyes, and pale skin... he's also wearing an expensive hooded black athletic jacket, sharply-cut black pants, has a pair of achingly expensive headphones draped casually around his neck, and a pair of what look like platinum rings piercing up high on one ear.\n\n<img src="images/Deacon.png">\n\n"Hey there, new guy, don't mind me," the new arrival declares in a tone that says you really do need to mind him and all attention should be on him forever. "Just came by to make sure you weren't getting pounced by your roommate."\n\n"H-hey!" Julian flushes again, though this time in obvious annoyance. "That's... racist!" he stumbles over saying, since apparently even for him it's not quite clear if catpeople count as their own race.\n\n"I didn't say it was because of your ears and tail, Thatcher, you just seem the sort," the blonde boy replies with a bit of a sneer.\n\n"Well I'm <i>not</i>!"\n\n"Sure sure." Chuckling, the boy wanders over to you and proffers his hand. "Deacon Stewart, your next door neighbor."\n\n"Eric Amazing," you reply, shaking his hand, since even if he's being rude you don't know that you should be.\n\n"Ah right, you're the Legacy's apprentice, aren't you? Everyone's going to expect quite big things of you, so don't let the pressure get to you," Deacon replies with studied nonchalance, clearly designed to give the impression he's never even noticed the tremendous pressure to succeed that so <i>obviously</i> comes with his own storied heritage. Which he makes sure to bring up by adding, "More than a few Stewarts have held the Legacy over the years, after all, so we understand the importance of it, it only goes to the very best."\n\n"Well that's my mom, alright," you assert, bracing for a bit of a sneer and possibly a condescending 'quite', but Deacon surprises you by nodding in a firm way.\n\n"I'm envious you get to learn from her directly," he says with apparent sincerity, before going back to his purposeful nonchalance as he glances at the door. "I was just about to wander down to the school store and see if there was anything worth picking up, care to come with me?"\n\n"I was gonna help him unpack though!" Julian blurts, then quickly tries to pull his own sense of cool on when Deacon glances over at him, though his tailtip flicking energetically kind of gives him away. "I mean he needs to unpack and I'm his roommate so I was gonna help him is all."\n\n... Huh. It appears... both of them would like to be your friend? You're not entirely sure what to do here... Julian seems nice, and he's your roommate, so prioritizing getting along with him definitely seems a good idea. On the other hand Deacon... actually doesn't seem to be that bad of a guy, even if he's a bit of a smughead. Everything about him says 'well-connected and popular'... a good choice to not only get an in with a student body that you're a complete outsider with, but to show you the ropes of this school's society. ... Then again, you can see drawbacks to being friends with either of them. You're already the adopted foreign kid who didn't know about magic being real until a few months ago... making yourself stand out in any way might be a bad idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on Julian.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Focus on Deacon.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Stay distant.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Try to get along with everyone.|RunFF10x3]]

Better if no one ever knows you were here, or that anyone was here. You slip the ring out from under the handkerchiefs and into your pocket before scurrying back to the door. A quick check to make sure everything's still in place, and a glance out the door to check the hall, and you carefully slip back out and close the door, dispersing your spells before hurrying back towards your room. About halfway there you realize you pretty much forgot about sneaking... but oh well, going towards your room is a lot easier to make excuses for than going away from it. And you don't even have to do that, making it back inside without incident, Deacon and Julian both rushing over to meet you.\n\n"Did you get something?" Julian almost squeals, tail flitting excitedly, before he clears his throat and visibly applies a layer of calm. "I mean, get anything?"\n\n"Yeah, grabbed something that no one would notice was missing," you note, pulling the ring out of your pocket and holding it up on your palm.\n\n"Huh. What is it? I mean it's probably a magic ring if it got confiscated, but I don't see any runes," Julian remarks, an ear flicking as he tilts his head a little.\n\n"Most likely a very simple enchantment then, one that can be worked into the metal without needing external focuses," Deacon muses aloud as he plucks it out of your hand and eyes it. "Considering that, and the color... probably a Ring of the Lovely Lady."\n\n"Is that what it sounds like?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Exactly what it says on the tin, as they say. An enchantment of Gender, or rather I think they're calling it Sex Swap now, just turns you into an opposite sex version of yourself, it doesn't change anything else. If you're a portly lad with a buzzcut and face boils, you'll turn into a portly lass with a buzzcut and face boils. A Ring of the Lovely Lady, on the other hand, will turn whoever dons it into an attractive female that generally aligns with their own appearance but isn't necessarily exact." Deacon gives it a little toss and catches it out of the air. "As Thatcher has mentioned no doubt, perception or appearance-altering enchantments are banned on school grounds, likely why this was taken away from some homely girl hoping to be popular. So, let's roll, shall we?"\n\nBoth you and Julian look at him, and both open your mouths to ask why... before it becomes obvious and there's a soft click-click as both of you abruptly shut them in close measure. Because it's pretty obvious what Deacon means... the loser will put on the ring so the others can see what he'd look like as a pretty girl, probably with plenty of teasing and maybe some lewd comments. You kind of want to object and you... kind of don't. It does seem like it would be kind of lame to do your little 'proof of courage' snagging the ring and then just drop it in a drawer, or throw it out so you don't get caught. So without a word you walk over to the desk and pick up your die, Deacon rather smugly doing the same, and Julian following after a brief hesitation.\n\n<hr>\n[["Five!"|FFMS1x1]]\n\n[["Two?"|FFMS2x1]]\n\n[["... One?!"|RunFF10x10]]

After making that joke about the One Ring earlier, you admit it would kind of be funny to come back with a ring... ooo, especially if it wound up being an invisibility ring!\n\nIn fact, you spot a gold ring with some runes inscribed on it (luckily not the Dark Speech, you actually recognize some of these). Unfortunately it's set on a little custom pedestal, complete with one of those little column things to slip the ring over so it won't fall off. The chances of someone noticing it's gone if they come in here and look at that seem much much higher. On the other hand, tucked halfway under some brightly-colored handkerchiefs, practically out of sight, you catch another metallic glint. Standing up on tiptoe a bit to get closer to that shelf, you can juuust see another ring... a pink chrome one. That'd never be noticed as gone in a million years!\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the gold one.|RunFF13x1]]\n\n[[Take the pink one.|RunFF10x9]]

"Hey Virra," you say after a moment, clearing your throat. "Have you ever considered how the dragon probably knows goblins are approaching?"\n\n"Well we ain't exactly a stealthy lot when you get a gaggle of us together."\n\n"Right. ... Have you considered that maybe the dragon smells you?"\n\nVirra blinks, then lifts her forearm up to her nose and sniffs loudly several times. "This one don't smell nothin'."\n\n... Right. Probably every goblin in the camp has gone noseblind to their own smells long ago. "Yeah, well, you have a pretty heady scent, and I imagine when a bunch of you are together and the wind blows just right, the dragon has a pretty good idea you're coming long before you get there."\n\n"Eh?" Virra turns that one over in her head for a moment before declaring, "Well, fuckery."\n\n"Yeah. While I doubt it'd notice just one so easily, maybe it'd be better if we found a place for you to take a bath before we got there."\n\n"Ehhhhh... sounds kinda humie. ... But, this one guesses if it'll make sneakery easier, let's do it," she says after a moment.\n\nYou start keeping an eye and an ear out, and eventually hear the sound of water and guide the horse to it, not long before you'd have wanted to make camp anyway. You swing down, Virra leaping down easily and untying her cloak... and then, without hesitation or the slightest hint of shame, untying the side of her loincloth and letting it drop as well. You just stare in shock for a second, your brain comprehending that apparently goblins lack body hair since her plump-looking pussy is completely smooth, leaving her plenty of time to undo the top as well and reveal large, fat dark green nipples before you turn away.\n\n"'Ere, whassa matter with you?"\n\n"Er, don't you want some... privacy?" you answer, resisting the urge to peek over your shoulder.\n\n"Wossat?"\n\n... Right, yeah, camp full of lean-tos. Probably shouldn't surprise you that they don't even really think about privacy. Clearing your throat, you nevertheless stay turned away as you rummage briefly in your bag before coming up with a bar of soap and holding it out. "Here."\n\n"Hm... don't smell halfway bad, admit," Virra murmurs as she takes the soap and again loudly sniffs. "Arright, this one'll give herself a goin'-over head-to-toe, s'pose, try to make herself a bit sneakier."\n\nYou nod and take yourself off a short distance to tie up the horse and actually start making camp. And trying not to think of Virra's naked body, since it definitely feels a bit weird to get turned on by a goblin. Her being completely naked for some reason made it click how many dark green freckles she had scattered across her lighter green skin. You wonder if the other goblins had them and you just didn't notice, or if that's something unique to her.\n\nHm. Actually considering the smell, her clothes were pretty odorous too. As much as you could call those clothes. Theoretically they could be washed, but you think you recall something about how if leather isn't properly tanned, it can rot and stink, and from the look of it... bleh. So you start going through your bag, trying to find if it might have any gear suitable for what's apparently a rogue. You do find a pair of brown leather shorts, and a matching top, as well as some boots, a black cloak, and a pair of daggers... but.\n\n<i>Any way to resize these clothes?</i> you think to Kaziel as you rest a hand on his grip.\n\n'It's enchanted, it will resize to fit. The daggers won't so much, she'll just have to make do.'\n\n<i>Alright. ... Any thoughts on this?</i>\n\n'Making sure your party members are properly equipped to do their jobs is a pretty good idea. And she doesn't have any real motivation to backstab you, at least until the two of you are well away from the dragon, anything else would just bring it down on her. Though still keep an eye out... can't always trust goblins to be smart enough to know what's good for them.'\n\nYou guess you'll keep that in mind. You look up at a call of "'Ey" and try not to react too much when a still rather naked and now fairly wet Virra pads up, her large green boobs jiggling a bit with her steps and flinging water droplets around. "Well this one smells like some sort of flower now, as far as this one can tell, so there's that handled."\n\n"Ah, right right. Here, these will apparently fit you if you put them on," you say, passing over the stack of items.\n\nVirra blinks, dropping most of it and picking up the shorts, then stepping into them... and making a soft impressed sound as they do indeed wind up readjusting, hugging against her body and fitting her perfectly... and outlining her wide hips and round ass like a supple second skin of soft brown leather. "Now that's a helluva thing!" she chirps as she starts fastening on the top. Which also, of course, resizes and in the process hefts up her chest and displays a fair amount of cleavage.\n\n'Fantasy armor,' you think a bit exhaustedly, though luckily somehow once she's got the boots and cloak on it feels like she's fully dressed somehow and you can get your mind off of your curvaceous shortstack of a new party member. Instead you haul out some rations, Virra making further impressed noises at the simple jerky and preserved bread as the two of you sit and eat. 'Please stop making me horny over a goblin, fantasy world, my brain is confused.' Other parts of your body seem pretty certain, though.\n\n"Somethin'a matter?"\n\nYou blink and look over at Virra as she speaks up. "Hm?"\n\n"Said, somethin'a matter? Ya keep lookin' off. Bein' with a gobbo peacefully that bothersome to ya?" Weirdly, she sounds more honestly curious than offended.\n\n<hr>\n[[What no.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Uh... yeah.|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Aaaactually...|EricMF]]

"Yeah, alright, fair enough," you agree after a moment, nodding. "I'm guessing that you'll want your own share of the treasure?"\n\n"This one'll take what she can carry, seems fair 'nough."\n\nYou nod. That does seem pretty fair. So after a second you offer your hand. "Eric."\n\nShe stares at your hand for a moment, then reaches out to poke your palm with a finger. "Eh?"\n\n"You, uh. You shake it. To seal the deal. It's like giving your word."\n\n"Oh issat what ya mean?" She grabs your hand by the underside and gives it a shake back and forth, then says, "And then ya say your name? Virra."\n\nOkay. Close enough. Sheathing your sword, you swing astride your horse, then lean down to offer your hand again. When she shakes it and says "Virra", you try not to either sigh or laugh and say, "No, this time I'm offering to help you onto the horse."\n\n"Oh yeh, this one gets ya."\n\nYou ride on for most of the day, not really sure how to start a conversation with a goblin. After awhile, curiosity gets the better of you, and you say, "So can I ask you a question that might seem insensitive?"\n\n"Dunno what 'insensitive' means but unless it kills ya ask away."\n\nSnorting a bit, you nevertheless ask, "So how come female goblins and male goblins look different?" You're not necessarily expecting her to know the answer... they don't seem particularly up on genetics, after all. You've just sort of wondered if races in fantasy settings with Aesthetic Sexual Dimorphism or whatever you'd call it even notice it at all.\n\nSurprisingly, Virra says, "S'cause we retain a bit of the mother's blood. A male gobbo knocks up a female of another race, any males're gonna come out pure gobbo, but any females might 'ave a bit of the mother in them. This one's great-grandmam was an elf slut so y'know."\n\nHuh. Okay, that's... still in a realm of weird fantasy genetics but you guess it makes... <i>some</i> sort of sense. "So your mom and grandmom must have been pretty tall and-" Saying 'hot, for goblins' seems kind of rude so you struggle for a moment for something better.\n\n"Eh. Seems this one got a bit more of it than either of them, even, 'appens sometimes."\n\nRight. You think there's an actual word for that but you can't recall it off the top of your head. 'Skips generations' is about the best you can come up with. So Virra is a bit of a standout case even among goblins, it seems. ... Well. You can definitely feel a pair of stand-out things against your back. Damn.\n\n... Although you can also kind of smell her, especially when the wind shifts. It's not nearly as bad as the entire encampment of goblins, but there's a distinct scent of sweat, grease, and... well, other things that come from not washing clothes in a long time. Maybe you should suggest she take a bath before you get to the cave.\n\n<hr>\n[[Speak up.|EricMF6x3]]\n\n[[Brush it off.|EricMF]]

Hm. While part of you feels that it's really not a good idea to go waltzing right into the thick of a goblin encampment... well, you literally didn't break a sweat killing like ten of these guys, enough so that the last one left alive basically threw himself at your feet and pleaded for mercy. Unless he's got an entire city's worth of goblins waiting for you, you're pretty sure you can handle it (and after all, he said "camp", so it's probably just a... camp). And if this shaman has info that will let you raid the dragon hoard and get out alive...\n\n"Alright, I'll come with you to your camp," you say, lowering your sword slowly. "But don't try anything funny, alright? I can give you gold, or I can give you steel... if you get my meaning."\n\nThe goblin stares at you blankly for a few seconds... then squeaks as your meaning does apparently percolate, and he nods rapidly again. "Oh yes, oh yes my lord, goblins would much rather have gold and no steel! No steel!"\n\nHe starts trotting along ahead of you, and after snagging your horse's reins with your free hand you walk after him, keeping your sword unsheathed. 'At least you're smart enough to do that, even if most of your other decisions are questionable,' you think.\n\nWait. Not you. It was a thought in your head but... blinking, you look at your sword and wonder-\n\n'Yes it was me. My name's Kaziel. I'm a magic sword. There's plenty of that sort of thing around here but many like me, as far as I know. Yes, you're in what you'd consider a "fantasy" setting, no you're probably not a Chosen One, yes I approve of stealing from dragons almost as much as I approve of slaying dragons.'\n\nOh. Well. That was... a nice little run-down. <i>I don't suppose you know why I'm here?</i> you try thinking to the sword.\n\n'Since I assume you don't mean in the larger philosophical sense, since you hardly seem the thoughtful type-'\n\n<i>Hey.</i>\n\n'-then I don't precisely know. Probably higher powers are playing games, and using you as a wildcard. By swapping your mind out with the body's previous owner, you're broken from the path of fate... and so is anyone who interacts very thoroughly with you. You're a chaos catalyst, able to shake things up, and someone up there is probably hoping you'll shake it up in a way they can take advantage of.'\n\n<i>... Huh.</i>\n\n'Anyway. Just trust me. I always see to the betterment of my owner, so I never lie or bullshit you.'\n\n<i>Hm.</i> You glance at the sword, then at the scrawny little green guy you're following. <i>And what do you think of this right now?</i>\n\n'It's probably fine. Like you said we can handle plenty of goblins on our own, and I doubt it's much more than a few dozen of them out in the open from the sound and look of things.'\n\nAnd sure enough, a bit later the goblin shows you into what looks like a very shabby encampment with a number of lean-tos that look like they're barely sticking to the leaning part instead of becoming fall-tos. And there are probably a few dozen goblins at most, some of them shrieking and hiding at the sight of you, while others just stare with slack jaws. You notice that the females tend to be a bit taller and a bit more... well, human-proportioned than the males, with heads that aren't nearly as large compared to the rest of their bodies. In fact, one approaches that's a good four and a half feet tall, and might actually be kind of cute if she washed the dirt and grease off, and did something about her matted black hair. She's definitely got quite a pair of boobs under the simple hide top she's wearing, and curvaceous hips on either side of her loincloth's flap.\n\n"'Ey Vijj, you come back with no gobs and a human with sword instead, ain't the way you're supposed to do it issit?" she declares, eyeing you warily.\n\n"Human lord was most generous in sparing this one's life, so this one has brought him to speak to the shaman about his quest," the goblin leading you, Vijj apparently, says with a little bow... then a lower hiss of, "Human has money! Fuck off!"\n\nThe goblin rolls her dark eyes, then shrugs and says, "This one thinks you're nuts, but bein' as it be."\n\nShe trails along nearby as Vijj leads you to the center of the camp, where an elderly female wearing a greatly oversized red cape with brown fur trim is eyeing you just as warily as the other one was. "You no come and kill us?" she asks in a creaky, raspy voice.\n\n"No, I've just got the sword out to keep you honest," you reply dryly, seeing several of the goblins flinch as if you'd said a profanity. "I'll pay for good information and be on my way in peace, if you let me."\n\n"What information you want, human?" the apparent shaman asks, squinting at you with slightly milky eyes.\n\n"The best way to steal from the dragon's hoard that's nearby."\n\nA murmuring and bit of renewed shrieking goes through the goblin camp at that, apparently just the mention of the dragon enough to cause terror for some of them. The shaman herself shudders, but after a moment she says, "Dragon been there a long time. Filled many caves with treasure. Doesn't pay attention to some. Can go in back way... find a full cave not looked at in long time, take whatcha want."\n\nYou eye her a little dubiously at how easy that sounds. "If it's that simple, how come you don't do it?"\n\nThe shaman sticks her (rather blue) tongue out in disgust. "Is traps. Many traps. Plus dragon always know when gobbos comin', eats us up like roast nuts."\n\nYeaaaah you have a bit of a clue how the dragon probably knows they're coming. The... smell... in the camp is not pleasant, and you're pretty sure Kaziel is lending you some sort of mental control as the only reason you haven't gagged already at the overwhelming scent of body odor and a few other rather unpleasant scents. "But if I can get past the traps..."\n\n"Then walk out without ever layin' eyes on the dragon, probably. Got map?" You nod, and after a moment fish out and proffer her the map you've been using. She leans her face in until her nose is almost touching it, then grunts. "Good art." Then she takes a small burned stick from the nearby fire and etches a rough arrow pointing at a spot on the hills on the other side from the cave entrance where the dragon is drawn. "Back way in here."\n\nYou take the map back and eye it. ... Well, the arrow's probably good enough to let you find it. You'll assume for now the goblin's not lying, they don't seem quite smart enough to con someone. "Alright, thanks." Picking an arbitrary amount, you fish out fifteen gold coins from your bag... from the loud gasps from the crowd and the way the shaman seems awed by you handing it over, you probably could have given them way less and still earned their gratitude, but Kaziel's giving you the feeling it's not really that much money for you, and you might actually have earned their loyalty instead.\n\n"Thank you, human lord, you go in peace ever more through our land," the shaman declares with her best attempt at grandeur.\n\nNodding, you head to retrieve your horse and move on, grateful as the air starts clearing as you get away from the camp. Then you hear a call of "'Ey!" and turn, seeing the female goblin that approached you earlier trotting to catch up, now wearing a crude hooded cloak.\n\n"'Ere, this one could help you out, yeah?" she says as she draws up to stand beside you. "Lessen you know your way 'round a trap?"\n\nYou pause, but it's Kaziel who supplies, 'Not really.' Shrugging, you say, "Well, I don't, but-"\n\n"'Ere, this one knows what the old one said, but every time the dragon's known we were comin' it's 'cause we took a buncha us. Prolly one won't matter, an' better than getting yerself fried're splattered. Yathink?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, point.|EricMF6x2]]\n\n[[Eh, you'll manage.|EricMF]]

You stumble in mid-step, having thought you were crumpling to the floor but suddenly finding yourself running along a hallway. You stop and stare around at the silver walls and black paneling lit with pulsing red lights and other scrolling text. You can feel that your head is enclosed in a helmet, some of the scrolling text floating in front of walls or indicating various objects. You look down at yourself and see that your body is clad in some sort of blue and white body armor or light power suit, right out of a videogame. In one hand you have one of the pistols you touched (the HUD starts giving you a reading of its current structural integrity, remaining charge, time since last service, GAH), the other one attached to your opposite hip. Your other hand is gripping a silver band wrapped around the upper body of a scruffy-looking black-haired guy, other bands wrapped around his wrists, his mouth, and legs. (The HUD starts giving you his name, age, known acquaintances, DAMN.)\n\nA green blast of light streaks over your shoulder, making you duck reflexively as the bolt strikes high on a wall and leaves a scorch mark. You whip your head around to see more scruffy-looking men clad in some lighter form of black armor charging at you, yelling angrily. The HUD starts identifying the makes of their weapons and their current heartrate and FUCK all of this shit is REALLY distracting! The suit gives you a warning as your own heartrate skyrockets, panic starting to press in around you. What the hell is happening? How did you get here? What should you do?\n\nWell whatever you do, the pissed-off guys shooting at you require some immediate response.\n\n<hr>\n[[The guy you're holding is obviously important somehow, get him out of here.|Cypher1x1]]\n\n[[Fuck this guy, you're getting YOU out of here!|Cypher2x1]]

Oh yeah, you definitely like the sound of this "moresome". Grinning, you tap the buttons for both Aerith and Yuffie, nudging Tifa back a little as the door almost instantly opens, both girls stepping through, Yuffie in a simplified version of her outfit from the game, Aerith in her long pink dress and red jacket. Before either of them can actually speak, you open the menu again, freezing them before applying the 'Slutty' personality alteration to both. \n\nYuffie's already rather small shirt grows sleeker and tighter, drawing up until it shows the bottom of her barely-there tits. Most of the accessories of her costume disappear, while a new one appears around her middle... a green garter belt that goes down and clips to the white thigh-highs she's now wearing. Her shorts actually get a little smaller as well, the already undone front opening wider and sagging down, meaning that it's quite easy to get a glimpse of her pussy if you're very much taller than she is. (Which means almost everyone.) Aerith's jacket disappears, her dress shrinking up and tightening, becoming a single tube-type dress with her sides shown off by the straps running between the front and back, clearly showing off that she's not wearing anything under it, the top starting about halfway down her tits and the bottom ending just barely below her crotch, her tits growing larger to the point that they nearly rival Tifa's, her wrists and fingers now decorated by gaudy costume jewelry.\n\nYou close the menu, Yuffie immediately smirking. "S'up, fuckers?!" She snickers, bringing two fingers up to make a V in front of her mouth, jutting her now pierced tongue out between them. "Glad to see this isn't purely a tuna casserole, hope you've got enough cock for all of us, Eric!"\n\n"Mmm, of cooourse he does," Aerith coos in a sultry tone as she saunters over on her bright neon pink pumps, pressing up against your side and running a hand up and down your stomach as she rubs her tits against you. "You know I'd always come in off the streetcorner for you, Eric baby."\n\n"Okay, okay, bitches," Tifa snorts, reaching over to give one of Aerith's nipples a pinch through her dress, the prostitute(?!) squeaking and giving her shoulders a shimmy. "Calm your asses down. Now, Eric, what fun are we gonna have?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The fun of sucking your cock!|FF7X]]\n\n[[How about some roleplaying?|FF7X]]\n\n[[Who likes puppies!|FF7X]]\n\n[[You get a cock! And you get a cock! And YOU get a cock!|FF7X]]

"How about we increase the fun by increasing the participants?" you suggest with a grin.\n\n"Mmm, sounds great to me, as long as I get fucked plenty," Tifa purrs in response.\n\nYou access the menu and bring up the PHS function, which should allow you to summon up most of the available characters and have them come running. Obviously not all of them are ideal for this exact thing, but you can immediately think of a few you'd like to bring over for... various uses.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aerith.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Both.|FF7X21x2]]\n\n[[Cloud.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Red XIII.|FF7X]]

Oh, who cares, either way you're still gonna be fucking a (male) statue. Sighing, you move to clamber up onto the statue's side. You examine the potential footholds and handholds, and find that there are a few... of course... and decide that if you're going to do this, you're at least going to do it facing away. You swing a leg around and brace your foot on one of the statue's pieces, shifting your lower body forward, then slowly lowering yourself down until the large, rounded tip of the stone cock nudges up against your pussylips. You squirm a little, hesitating... you've never even really played around with your girl side's body, let alone getting fucked, but here you are, about to give your virginity to a perverted magic statue. Great.\n\nAgain, nothing for it. Taking one last deep breath, you slowly start to bend your legs to lower yourself. The goopy stuff covering the dark clay squelches a little, and then your pussy is slowly spreading around it... and spreading, and spreading, wider and wider, sliding down the statue's fat cockhead smoothly. You're not sure which is more shocking, that you're spreading so wide and so easily or how <i>good</i> it feels. You grit your teeth hard, eyes rolling up in your head at the intensity of it... you expected this to hurt like hell, and maybe there is a bit of it, but it's overwhelmed by pleasure surging from your pussy all through your body. It's so powerful you almost lose your balance and go tumbling right down onto the thing, but manage to center and stay upright, albeit panting some.\n\nYou continue to lower yourself down, managing to glimpse the bulge sliding upwards as you take it in, just sliding further and further up. It's big enough that it actually pushes your shirt out somewhat as it slides along your stomach. Your whole body is twitching and shuddering with the intense pleasure of being filled by that smooth clay cock, your eyes rolling up more in your head and some drool sliding down your chin as you cum for the first time, your overstretched pussy doing its best to squeeze around the unyielding statue-dick. You're distracted enough by it that you don't notice the way your tits are starting to strain against the front of your shirt, moreso than they were doing before.\n\nYou get a good eight inches or so in before raising up some, your pussylips dragging along the wide shaft some, and then drop yourself down, taking in another two inches with the movement, letting out a loud cry as you do and tossing your head back, your tits pressing harder at the red silk covering them. With that, you begin raising up and down again and again, really beginning to ride the slicked-up clay cock, your breasts bouncing energetically under your shirt, and slowly getting bigger and bigger the more of the statue's prick you take in. Also the more you take in the better it feels, pleasure driving you to wilder heights with every bit that slides into you and bulges out your belly, your cries getting louder and sluttier the faster you bounce on it. Your tits finally snap the clasps of your shirt and burst free of it, the enlarged orbs wobbling and bouncing with your motions. You're in no state to care that they're easily twice as big as they were and still growing, all you know is that it feels fucking amazing!\n\nThe massive bulge of the clay cock slides deeper and deeper, until it's actually pushing your stomach out as you slam yourself down on it. You speed up, wanting more, wanting to take it all, your belly stretching out with the outline of the thing almost as clear as if it weren't even inside you. Your still growing tits begin rubbing along the sides of it as they bounce, sending more powerful shocks of pleasure and more orgasms through your already sweat-drenched and overheated body. Your lips curl up in an idiotic smile as you eagerly ride the statue's prick and simultaneously titfuck it, your tongue lolling out in a complete abandoning of dignity or human thought.\n\nOf course, none of that compares you for when the statue actually <i>cums</i>. There's no warning, no shift in the unyielding stone of the massive prick inside you, it just begins geysering out a steady stream of something thick and hot as if someone had turned on a fountain. You cum so hard you nearly pass out as your belly stretches out with the first gush and then begins to swell your stomach out, round and wobbly, lifting up your overgrown tits. You just keep cumming and cumming as your belly expands before you like some huge flesh-toned water balloon, until it's the size of a small car. At that point you orgasm so hard you finally pass out.\n\nWhen you wake up you're laying sprawled on the ground... well, more accurately on your tits on the ground... in a fairly large puddle of white goo, most of your lower body covered in it as well. You slowly push yourself to your feet, then yelp as you overbalance a bit. Trying to focus, you look down and wind up staring. Your tits are hanging out of your shirt... mostly because there's no possible way they could fit in your shirt anymore. They're as big as beach balls! Not the smaller kind, either... though at least not the person-sized kind. Still, they're... huge, capped by puffy domes of large areola and thick nipples. Almost mesmerized, you lift your hands up under them and give them a slight shake. Despite their size they bounce and wiggle energetically, as firm and jiggly as they ever were. ... At least your stomach is back to being smooth and flat.\n\n"Well that's just... great!" You stomp a foot, wincing as it sends an obvious jiggle through your newly enlarged tits. This better wear off! ... Or, well, you guess it won't matter when Happosai turns you back into a man. (At least you hope not. ... Eep.) You take another look around, blushing as you spot the statue again... and even worse as you notice that it's changed positions. Its massive cock has drooped forward somewhat, as if satisfied, and an even bigger grin is on the Tanuki's face. It's also holding out a hand with a small green and gold pin in it. "Yeah, thanks," you mutter as you make your way over, having to turn at a bit of an angle so your tits aren't in the way when you pick up the pin.\n\nA thought occurs to you as you pick up the pin, so suddenly you have to wonder if it's really your own. If you put it on, you're pretty sure you could experience intense pleasure like you did before... but maybe even moreso. On a daily basis, at least. You find yourself feeling heated and squirmy as you stare down at the pin, your legs rubbing together and wetness starting to seep down your thighs as you imagine it. But... no way, that would mean giving up on your manhood forever! ... Actually you're pretty sure it would mean giving up on your old life forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on the hairpin.|FFRanXplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it back to Happosai.|FFRanX11x4]]

You swallow hard. Well, if it's to regain your manhood... you just have to make sure and never, ever tell anyone about this. You loosen your pants and bend a bit to slide them down some and step out of them and your boxers, revealing a smooth, bare pussy. (You never seem to have hair growing there, maybe the curse just gives up trying to figure out which hair pattern to give you.) You set them aside and straighten up, and stare as you realize that the massive stone cock now has a layer of translucent... stuff... on it. You reach out to touch your fingers to it, then draw them back, putting index and middle fingers to your thumb and pulling them apart, watching the strands of stuff stretch between them and break. Honestly it's got a texture a <i>lot</i> like pre... well, at least you're apparently not expected to go on dry.\n\nYou consider taking off your shirt as well, then shake your head. No, you're just doing this because you have to... better to downplay any similarities to actual sex. You bite your lower lip as you contemplate the angle of the cock, and realize you're actually plotting out how to climb up on a statue so you can slide its dick into you. Geez, how the mighty have fallen. ... Actually, speaking of which, sort of.\n\nYou suppose you could take that cock, well... in either hole. Hey, if you're gonna ride it, you could always at least ride it "like a man", right? Right? ... Heh. ... Actually gah, no, not heh. Still, it is the question. The magic fuck-statue hasn't exactly voiced a preference so you suppose it's up to you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it in your pussy.|FFRanX11x3]]\n\n[[Put it in your ass.|FFRanXplaceholder]]

'Just for a minute,' you think as you do your best to muffle a moan as Happosai presses his hands into the yielding surface of your tits, rubbing them around. He shoves your shirt aside to bare them completely, bouncing and wiggling on them, the huge orbs jiggling mightily as he plays like a kid on an inflatable castle. He crawls around to the front of one and opens his mouth wide, making you cry out as he aumfs the large nipple and suckles on it amazingly hard while rubbing his hands and feet against the area around it. He suckles and slurps loudly and lewdly at your nipple for probably a good five minutes (okay so it's more than one but he's doing a good job okay) before crawling over to the other and doing the same, scaling along your boobs like they were a cliff face to suckle at you and make you cum for the first time just from having your nipples sucked.\n\nEventually Happosai springs up to stand on top of your cleavage again and undoes his pants. An impressively-sized (especially for a tiny little person like him) cock flops free, making you yelp a bit as it smacks across your face. But then he wheels around and flops face-down atop your tits, that thick, fat cock pressing down between them as he begins fucking between them, using his hands and legs to hold your tits together as much as he can. You shudder and twitch, your view filled by his tiny wrinkled ass and large wrinkled ballsack bobbing up and down, his balls slapping firmly against your skin. Fuck, it feels way too good, having a big, throbbing cock working between your tits, sending shivers and impact tremors all through them.\n\nYou feel a sudden urge to lean forward and start suckling those heavy, full-looking balls, your mouth almost watering...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Resist.|FFRanX11x6]]

Best... not to get tempted by things like that. That was definitely a once in a lifetime experience that you never, ever want to tell anyone else you had. ... Right.\n\nYou find your pants and pull them on, trying to learn to maneuver these massive tits around as you do, occasionally getting distracted by constantly seeing them wobble and jiggle in front of you. They seem more... active... than they used to, and they already used to be pretty darn energetic. Once you've got your pants on you spend a few minutes fiddling with your shirt... there's no way to get it closed, even if almost all of the clasps weren't busted. Sighing, you settle for getting it so that it's draped over your tits and mostly stays there, and set off back towards the camp.\n\nHapposai is already there when you return, and his already huge eyes almost bug out of his head as he spots you. "Sweeto!" he squeals excitedly, leaping forward right onto your immense tits and sprawling on top of them. His whole body squirms atop your boobs, sending little wobbles of motion through them as his hands and feet both stroke their smooth surface. You twitch and jerk, your hand half-raised in a reflexive motion to punch him... the problem is, this feels way, way better than it ever did before, enough that it has your pussy drooling again, the black silk of your pants winding up stuck to your crotch as you rub your thighs together.\n\nMaybe... maybe you could let him do it for just a minute, to put him in a good mood...\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Happosai fondle you.|FFRanX11x5]]\n\n[[Interrupt him verbally.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Beat him up.|FFRanX]]

Yeah, you think with a grin as you make your way into your room, finding your father already snoring away on his own futon. Time for you to finally get some payback on everyone who's made your life a living hell over the last few years. Starting with Akane!\n\nHm, the question is, how? You have vague ideas of what a Tanuki can do, and you're relatively certain that if you put your mind to it you can do most of them, now that you ponder it. You've just got to decide what to actually do.\n\nYou could [[use your shapeshifting to mess with her|FFRanX11x8]]. That seems like it would be one of the easiest things to do, Happosai did say that he'd given you these abilities mostly so you could change your shape. You could [[put a curse on her|FFRanX]], something that would unfold over time and, as an added side bonus, probably distract her from noticing that you're not a guy anymore! Or you could always [[turn her into something|FFRanX]]... Tanukis' shapeshifting powers aren't just limited to themselves, you're pretty sure.

Your head has already started to lean forward before you give it a quick shake and look away, blushing brightly. Indulging Happosai some is one thing, but that... would be going way too far. Instead you clench your fists and do your best to just stand there and wait for him to get done... even as you enjoy every ripple of impact he sends through your tits as he fucks them, every throb of that hot prick between them, every squeeze of his wicked little hands.\n\nBefore it's all said and done you count at least three boobgasms, muffling your cries of pleasure each time as your whole body twitches and shudders, your pussy soaking the silk of your pants more and more. Dammit, you never did find your boxers, did you, where did those things even go? But finally Happosai gives a happy squeal and shoves forward, spurting thick blasts of cum between your tits and making you orgasm again as you feel the slimy stuff spreading all over your sensitive boobs.\n\nEventually Happosai hops down, chuckling as he watches your huge tits wobble with your every panted breath, their insides smeared with his seed. "Nice, very nice. Looks like you had to take some Tanuki magic on yourself to get the job done, eh?"\n\n"Y-yeah..." you pant, holding out a hand and uncurling your fingers to show the hairpin, letting him hop up and snatch it from your palm. "Now turn me back into a guy, huh?"\n\nHapposai sticks the hairpin on his small tuft of hair, and there's a loud *POMF* and puff of smoke. When it clears, he's even more potbellied than before, and a pair of little round ears and a striped tail have appeared on him. He cackles as he pats his hands on his new belly. "Sorry, Ranma, no can do! A stronger Tanuki magic than mine has changed your body! M'afraid you're stuck like that forever!"\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"Oh, come now, would you really want to get rid of those sweet tits? I saw how much fun you had with them!"\n\nYou open your mouth to snap a retort, and find that you can't quite tell that blatant a lie, your cheeks coloring instead. Happosai cackles.\n\n"That's what I thought! But don't worry, I'll give you some of my own Tanuki magic as a parting gift!" He waggles his hands at you, then thrusts them forward. "Shazam!"\n\nYou yelp as you're enveloped by a cloud of smoke as well, coughing as it fills your nose and mouth and waving a hand to help clear it. You glower down at Happosai, the ears atop your head twitching and your tail lashing. ... Wait, what? You blink and reach up atop your head, finding a pair of small round ears. "Wha?" You twist your head and look behind you, glimpsing your bare ass and the striped raccoon tail giving a little swoosh above it. "Wha?!" You look down and poke at your belly, which has taken on a slight extra layer of fat to give you just a bit of a pooch belly. "WHA?!"\n\n"Doubt you'll ever be able to turn fully back into a guy, but should be able to do at least some shapeshifting! Well, seeya! I'm off to horribly abuse my new abilities!" Happosai chirps as he bounds up into the trees and away.\n\n"Hey, wait!" you cry, stretching out a hand... but he's already gone. You stare for a moment, then lower your hand. ... What to do?\n\nWell. After a little bit, you decide to at least try out what he said. Finding a green leaf laying on the ground, you do your best to concentrate as you place it on your head, thinking of your guy form. There's a poof of smoke, and when it clears you can tell... you have your old height back! Your wonderful hefty cock and balls! Your manly muscles! Your... big fat DD-cups. You stare down at your chest, giving them a few pokes, then making your way to the stream to get a look at your reflection. ... You look like a girl. A handsome girl, who apparently has a dick, but still a girl.\n\nSighing, you remove the leaf, poofing back to your eared-and-tailed huge-titted form, before grabbing another leaf and trying again, this time thinking of your old girl form. In another puff, you change, and are glad that at least this time you look pretty normal... well, your tits might be a little bit bigger than before. Your clothes also seem to be fixed, and cleaned since you were thinking of yourself that way, so that's a bonus. You consider for a few moments, then shrug and decide to head home for lack of any better ideas.\n\nIt's fairly well into the night before you finally walk back into the Tendo Dojo. Akane's already waiting, the briefest, tiniest, most momentary flicker of relief passing over her face before it's replaced by pure rage. "RANMA! WHERE have you BEEN?!" she snarls, stalking over.\n\n"Where you kicked me to," you reply grumpily, not exactly in the mood for her tsundere bullshit.\n\n"W-wha... don't be a jerk!" Akane huffs, turning away. "You know what I mean! You should have been back yesterday at the latest!"\n\n"If you didn't want me gone maybe you shouldn't have kicked me," you say with a sigh.\n\nHer palm impacting your cheek and knocking you to the side almost dislodges your leaf... you're going to have to do something about that fact in the future, you think as you rub your cheek and watch Akane storm upstairs to her room. She'd probably have gone even more ballistic if she saw what you really look like now... as it is you don't know how you're going to explain not turning back into a guy anymore when she eventually notices.\n\nActually, do you really have to put up with this? you think in annoyance as you mount the stairs as well, boobs bouncing at each step. You're a Tanuki now! They're famous for getting even with those who cross them, or really anyone who even slightly annoys them. It might not hurt to start visiting some payback on some of the people who have done you wrong...\n\n<hr>\n[[Payback.|FFRanX11x7]]\n\n[[Nah, skip it.|FFRanX]]

Grinning evilly, you move over to one corner of the room and hunch down. You only have a short time to get the hang of this Tanuki magic stuff, but you're the master of quick training... and with revenge finally in hand for every enormous object ever sent careening into your skull for some minor slight, real or imagined, you've got all the motivation you need!\n\nYour magic is apparently pretty intuitive to you anyway, and by the time several hours have passed and the rest of the household is asleep, you're pretty sure you've got a handle on everything you need. First, you cast a mild sleep charm on the house... doesn't need to be too strong, everyone's already asleep anyway, this is just to keep them that way 'til morning. Next you snag a leaf from the tree outside your window, taking off the one you're wearing and briefly returning to your own huge-boobed, big-dicked form. Pushing an image into the leaf, you tuck it on your head and are surrounded by a puff of smoke. When it clears, you look just like Nabiki! A naked Nabiki. With a fat cock. And maybe the tits are a little bigger... you can't control that bit nearly as precisely.\n\nStill, you do your best to avoid giggling as you tiptoe out of the room, tits and rapidly hardening dick bouncing as you make your way into Akane's room instead. You grin down at her, laying peacefully on her back in bed... well, not so peaceful for long. You put a light holding spell on her, to keep her from moving when she does wake up... also easier to do with her already asleep. Then you take the sleep spell off and begin rubbing your cock against her face, moaning softly with Nabiki's voice as you do.\n\nAkane wakes up pretty quickly, blinking before her eyes go wide with shock. She opens her mouth as if to scream, then chokes on the cry when she gets a look at who's standing over her. "N-Nabiki?"\n\n"Oh, hey sis," you reply, copying Nabiki's smug grin as you start stroking your cock again, motions slow and deliberate and designed to make your arm rub against the sides of your tits and set them to jiggling. "Don't mind me, just felt like jerking off to you. Be easier if you slept naked, but oh well."\n\n"W-wha...?" Akane's voice has gone faint, eyes still wide, her cheeks flushed as she watches what looks like her sister stroking a fat prick right in her face. "But... but you don't have a... and why would you...?"\n\n"Don't ask me, it's your dream," you reply with Nabiki's smarmy cheer before you start moaning, reaching down your other hand and starting to jerk your dick with both hands, heavy, slightly oversized balls jiggling almost as much as your tits.\n\nThat apparently flummoxes Akane, and she lays there with her mouth open and staring at your naked body... or Nabiki's naked body, plus dick... as you gasp and moan brazenly, hands pumping along your prick eagerly. Finally you give a low, throaty groan and shove your hips forward, your cock starting to spurt long streamers of cum all across Akane's face and into her hair, decorating her with several spurts of it before shoving the head into her still-open mouth. She gives a shocked 'mmf!' but reflexively starts swallowing as her mouth is flooded, throat visibly working as she swallows down your load.\n\n"Ahhh, thanks sis, I really needed a cumdump to use tonight," you add in Nabiki's voice, before turning and trotting out the door, waving a hand and adding a jaunty "Ja~!" before you close the door. You resist the urge to break down giggling until you've reestablished the sleep spell, then tug off the leaf and burst into laughter. You return to your room and jerk off several times at the memory of your load all over Akane's face and her gulping it down in sheer surprise, the voluminous amount of cum you spurt luckily fading away almost entirely at a thought from you. Akane will wake up with only the vaguest of sticky sensations on her face and a funny taste in her mouth to give her the faintest thought that it might not have been a dream.\n\nBefore the sun comes up you snag another leaf and change back into your own girl form after tucking it securely into your pigtail. You catch a few hours of sleep before the day begins. At breakfast you notice Akane occasionally glancing at Nabiki, and blushing brightly at one point when her sister notices, quickly turning her attention back to her breakfast, leaving Nabiki looking vaguely puzzled and you muffling snickers.\n\nSkipping school that day is even easier than normal, as you basically just have to Jedi Mind Trick anyone who notices you on your way out before you park yourself in a tree to relax. Happosai's latest stunt may have irrevocably altered your life, but so far you're having fun with it. You're almost grateful to the perverted little toad... well, you've become a bit perverted yourself, but oh well.\n\nNow, the question is, to continue with Akane, or mix it up? Even without going outside the house, you can think of three people inside it who could stand to be taught a lesson for how they've treated you. Nabiki, your father, and Soun. Your father and Soun, you figure you could call that a combo, it's their machinations about getting you married to Akane that have driven them to torment you. Nabiki, well, that's a special case all of her own.\n\nSo, who will taste your heavy-scrotumed vengeance tonight...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|FFRanX]]\n\n[[Soun and Genma.|FFRanX]]

"Sorry, guys, I'm kind of in a hurry, your docking fees are apparently on the expensive side, maybe next time," you say, moving to step to one side of 'Drax'.\n\nBoth men quickly shift to stand in your way, closing ranks slightly, with 'Rocket' raising his rifle and shifting its position... not quite pointing it at you, but definitely ready to any second. "Stop right there, bounty hunter scum," the tailed man almost literally snarls. "When I said that Mr. Orkin would like to have a word with you, that means you're going to see Mr. Orkin, whether you walk or if we have to drag your unconscious body to his office. So you choose which."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, you'll walk!|Cypher]]\n\n[[The other thing, except not.|Cypher]]

You told Ami you'd handle this on your own, now you feel sort of committed to it. "Thanks, but I'll manage," you tell Ruro. At his resigned nod, you recall that you were going over what your suit actually had earlier, and reach to one of the small storage areas at the back. Drawing out the suit's emergency survival ration bars, you proffer them. "Here." The grey boy blinks at the blue-wrapped packages, then nods quickly and takes them before scampering off and disappearing around a corner.\n\nYou've barely turned around when a pair of men step up in front of you, clearly intending to block your way. Both are wearing blue and red... sort-of uniforms? The shirts and pants kind of look the same general style, but the cut is all different. One is five foot nothing, if you count the big brown foxlike ears on his head (to go with his tail) but otherwise looks pretty human, the other is probably closer to seven feet with pebbly purple-grey skin and no nose to speak of. The short one is carrying some sort of blaster rifle, the big one a pair of hefty pistols with blades attached, though his are at least holstered at his hips (kinda like yours are).\n\n"Hey there, Mister Ceed," the one with the foxlike features declares. "Welcome to Mulsap Twelve, very nice to have you. Our employer, Mr. Orkin, the manager of this station, would like to have a word with you."\n\nYou glance back and forth between the two (who you've already silently dubbed 'Rocket' and 'Drax' because why wouldn't you), trying to decide exactly how to handle this.\n\n<hr>\n[["Okay, sure."|Cypher]]\n\n[["Sorry, busy."|Cypher12x2]]

Safe in the concept of your own invulnerability, you peer curiously at the hell-portal as it yawns open. 'Huh, wonder what's gonna come out first?' you think, peering towards it.\n\nThe answer is apparently 'tentacles', as a number of fleshy red pseudopods fling out from the portal and wrap around your arms and legs, hauling you in before you can even think of resisting. It's about this point that you realize that just because you can't be defeated doesn't mean you can't necessarily be yanked around or other such things. Hm... oh well, you think as you're hauled downward through a flaming tunnel, your clothes charring and burning away.\n\nIn only a few seconds you come to a stop, dangling from the tentacles which hold you generally upright, your arms spread. You're in a vast cavern of red stone, with lots of sharp-looking stalactites, and numerous forms writhing around in vaguely violent and/or sexual ways, indicating that the entire place is chock full of demons. The only one you see clearly, however, is the one standing in front of you. She's a pretty heady mixture of various demon traits... thick, wild black hair cut fairly short, shiny black ridged horns sweeping back from her forehead before pointing upward, black-scleraed red eyes, red skin, big hefty tits pierced by golden rings with inverted crosses dangling from short chains, a flat but toned belly, big batlike black wings spreading from her back, and a furry, goatlike lower half complete with jagged-looking shiny black hooves.\n\n"Welcome to Hell," she declares smugly, smacking a riding crop into one palm, the motion showing off the fingerless leather gloves sheathing her arms up to the shoulder. "I am the Demon Lord Hellex, ruler of this domain. The stars are in alignment, and even now we ready to pour forth and claim the Earth as our own. You, as the first mortal to be captured, shall hold a special place of honor in the subjugation of your realm."\n\n"Oh, cool," you answer pleasantly, grinning broadly at the sight of her tits, your cock starting to rise a bit as you focus on those fat, dark-red nipples.\n\n"... Um. Yes," Hellex murmurs, apparently derailed just a little by your nonchalant reception of that. Clearing her throat, she apparently elects to continue. "You have this one chance to make a choice, mortal. Either accept the dark gift and become one of us, assisting with the destruction and corruption of Earth, and at least guide in which way we handle your brethren... or watch helplessly as we visit whatever dark torments our cruel hearts devise upon them."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ooo, ooo, you wanna be a demon!|HND1x1]]\n\n[[I'll just watch, sounds good.|HND]]

Man, who even made this thing?! The wooden haft of it is longer than you are tall, and so thick you don't think you could put both hands around it and touch your fingers together. Both sides of the rough iron head of it are the size of TV trays, and probably thicker... it looks like it's been honed to a crude edge instead of properly sharpened. This thing <i>must</i> have been some kind of prop to just lay around while normal characters looked at it... no human actor would be able to lift it by themselves, let alone properly wield it! You reach out to touch it, and yank your hand back in shock at a sudden hurt to your fingers. Then your eyes roll up in your head and you slump to the floor.\n\nYou snort loudly as you abruptly awaken. At first it's completely dark, and you fear you've been left and locked in the museum overnight. But incredibly rapidly your eyes adjust until it's nothing more than dim, and you can see as well as if you were in a house with large windows and a full moon in a clear sky outside... except that there's no lightsource. You're laying in a long, curving stone hallway, the massive axe from the museum propped against the wall... only it doesn't look so massive anymore.\n\nLooking down at yourself is a complete shock. You're absolutely enormous... there's nothing to give proper scale other than the axe, but you'd have to guess that you're likely twelve feet tall now. Your skin is dark, almost like pen ink, and your arms bulge obscenely with muscle, your chest more befitting some idealized giant than anything that should really exist. Your legs are covered in coarse dark hair, more like hide than normal skin, and are set up completely differently than you're used to, ending in large black hooves instead of feet. Flopping from your bare crotch is a truly mammoth cock and equally elephantine balls... it's not even shaped like yours, the head broad and flat, like a horse's. Reaching your huge, thick fingers up fearfully, you confirm what you'd begun to suspect... your face bears a squarish muzzle with a nose pierced by a golden ring, floppy bovine ears, and curved upswept horns. You must be dreaming... you can't possibly have become a minotaur!\n\nStill, everything seems all too real. As you try to think through the situation, a scent assails your nose. You inhale deeply and it feels like it goes from your nose all the way down through your throat, striking through your body like lightning and flooding into your dick. In moments it's ragingly hard, jutting out in front of you, looking like it might be two and a half feet long. A woman! There's a woman nearby!\n\n<hr>\n[[A woman?! IT'S RAPIN' TIME!|Mino1x1]]\n\n[[Whoa! This isn't you! Get control of yourself!|MinoPlaceholder]]

Once again, you scold yourself for such an immature thought... Valecia's helping you out by getting you anything <i>at all</i>, it's ridiculous in the extreme to expect her to spend money (which she clearly doesn't have much of) on outfitting you better than she can outfit herself. So instead you keep quiet as she selects a few things and then takes them to the counter, paying a couple of silver coins before passing you the stack. Nodding, you accept it and head into the little curtained room nearby.\n\nThe underwear is a <i>lot</i> like a pair of modern boxer shorts, just with much shorter legs... practically boxer booty shorts, but whatever, at this point you're just glad to have real, normal underwear. Much as you suspected, the plain, pretty much undyed shirt and pants are exactly the same ones as you saw Korrin wearing, as are the brown leather boots. Valecia did apparently figure you for a frontline fighter of some sort since there's a plain leather breastplate with attached pauldrons that you manage to put on with just a bit of trial-and-error and fiddling. When you emerge, she looks you over a bit and nods, then gestures to a line of very plain weapons. "Here, whichever you're used to."\n\nYou find a sword that's roughly the same dimensions as the one you dropped after arriving, if nowhere near as nice. Valecia pays for it and the shopkeep hands over a matching swordbelt, and after belting it on the two of you return to the guild.\n\nThe rest of the group is waiting, and after Korrin claps you on the arm in a sort of general 'congrats on having pants guy' way, he turns to Valecia and holds out a sheet of paper. "Here. We thought we'd run it by you before officially taking it."\n\nValecia reads over the paper, one of her slender black eyebrows raising, before she looks up at you. "It's a monster extermination quest. Specifically, for Gobolds."\n\n"Er," you murmur.\n\n"Not that those are uncommon, although this one is for more than usual," Valecia adds, glancing back at the paper.\n\n"Most people don't take 'em because Gobolds run and hide if the adventurers look too strong or there's plenty of them together," Bait murmurs, voice still quiet. "So it's easy to wind up not catching any and having to pay the quest default penalty."\n\n"Which is why I thought we'd ask, even though we usually take these," Korrin adds. "Since the penalty is more."\n\nYour shock must show on your face, since Valecia shrugs. "We know better than most how Gobolds act, so we can catch them more often. Plus there's always the hope that if we find one of their stashes, we might be able to recover some of our own stolen goods."\n\n"I... guess that makes sense," you allow. "So if we take it, how <i>do</i> we catch them?"\n\n"Basically, one of us has to be bait," Korrin says. Then he grins and thumps a hand down on Bait's head, making her give out a little 'mew!'. "Not always Bait, though."\n\n"It's my turn!" Eclipse blurts, her face flushing a bit as you look at her. "I mean, I'm just, it's my duty to accept this burden from the group from time to time, and I'm very durable so I'm suited for it if something goes wrong!"\n\n"We may as well get started in the morning. There's a bunk room here we stay at here at the guild. We'll want to get to the woods as the sun's setting, Gobolds are more active at night."\n\nThe next day the party sets out, walking much the same path you took to get here, and presumably going back to the exact same woods where you got jumped. The others tell you their stories, such as they are... Valecia and Korrin were both warriors in strong, upright parties that were doing well and making names for themselves when they got separated out in the woods on their way back from much more difficult quests, got surprised by groups of Gobolds and effectively instantly defeated before they could fight back. Afterward both got shunned by their former teammates. Eclipse was apparently traveling with something more akin to a 'pickup group' when she similarly got ambushed, except that she was held and violated for several days; after the Gobolds finally "abandoned (her) in a puddle of their vile seed" (her words), she found the others had apparently already given up and moved on without her. Bait was from a cat tribe that would often select the less physically fit-seeming young to lure in monsters with... thus, the name. She got "rescued" after surviving a number of such hunts by an adventuring party that, from the sounds of it, pretty much used her as a slave, only sort of incidentally teaching her various adventurer skills; after she got snatched and gangraped by Gobolds, her previous party leader (read: owner) had declared her "sullied goods" and ridden off and left her.\n\n'Fun group,' you think, shaking your head. For your own part you give just a sort of vague, generalized version of your actual history... left home because things weren't good, went out on the road, was an adventurer briefly, got chased into the woods by bandits, got jumped by Gobolds. Not exactly exciting and a little scant on details, but then most of you are using vagueries and copious euphemisms, especially in certain parts of your recountings. \n\nAs Valecia had hoped, the sun is setting as you arrive back at the woods. "Now, the plan is that we let Eclipse walk ahead of us, just far enough that we can see her but hopefully far enough back that the Gobolds don't realize we're with her, so everyone do your best to stay quiet. Make sure to be ready, you all remember how fast they can be when they decide to move."\n\nActually trembling a little with worry and tension, and probably a little embarrassment at how the cool of the evening is making her nipples stick out so much beneath her shirt, Eclipse turns and makes her way with an apparent calm stride into the treeline. Everyone gives it a minute before following after her, staying as clumped-up as possible without stumbling over one another. You do your best to move smoothly and stay quiet, and with a level head and steady heartrate, you actually find it's pretty easy.\n\nFor a while nothing really happens... it's just the four of you following after Eclipse, with the most exciting thing for you being when one of the girls' skirts occasionally lifts up a bit more than usual from a quicker step or hop and almost shows what's beneath. (You suspect that's the main reason Bait stays more towards the back of the party, considering her tail.) Just as you're starting to think that maybe this whole plan is a dud, you blink and Eclipse is just... gone.\n\nApparently everyone else was just as taken by surprised, since Valecia and Korrin both shoot up straight-backed and look around. "What? Where did she go?" Valecia murmurs. "I-"\n\nJust then there's a distant "Kyaaaaa!" from Eclipse, making everyone whip their heads back and forth trying to figure out where it came from. "Where is she?!" Korrin calls, presumably to the whole group, but he's looking towards you so for some reason you feel obligated to answer.\n\n<hr>\n[["There!"|EricMF10x2]]\n\n[["Uh, uh, over there!"|EricMF]]

Without thinking too hard, you point towards your best guess as to where the sound came from. The group takes off running, with you somehow winding up in the lead since apparently this was your idea. Thus you're the first one to see it and jerk to a halt when you spot Eclipse and the Gobolds.\n\nTrue to their reputation and your own experience with them, the five Gobolds have already gotten her weapon from her and gotten her down and in their power. Specifically, they've ripped her shirt open in front and forced her down atop one of them, her huge bare tits wobbling and shaking atop the little monster's face as it thrusts up into her pussy, another Gobold cackling and squealing as it pounds its blue-green cock into her asshole, smacking her round, jiggly ass in between strokes. The poor paladin is giving "Mmmf! Mmn! Mmf!" sounds as a third one rapes her mouth, the Gobold's spindly but strong hand having grabbed hold of the base of her ponytail as a grip, and his balls are slapping against her drool-covered chin with abandon. The other two are forcing her to jerk them off, her hands pumping quickly over their outsized pricks, steady trickles and even small spurts of pre already coating her fingers and dripping down off her wrists.\n\nThe scene is just so abjectly lewd, and so sudden since it seems like she was only out of your sight for a second, that you freeze up. In fact, apparently the rest of the party has had it slammed into their brain much the same way, since no one else is moving either. For the moment, everyone just seems to be standing there, watching as your friend is very thoroughly violated in every hole by long, thick monster cock.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save her!|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Watch for a bit.|EricMF]]

This guy's just so weird you've got to see what he's all about. Besides, he's the only one without a big mascot head covering his face, he might be able to do more than pose and wave.\n\n"Hey man, how's it going?" you call to the mascot as you approach. Seriously, from the waist up he could be any other clown... outdated bowler hat, frizzy orange-red hair sticking out to the sides of it, face painted white with a big red smile around his mouth and black markings around the eyes, big round red nose. A gaudy lime green jacket with plastic lapel flower with an obvious hose running from one side of it, wacky crooked bow tie and frilly button-up shirt. But from below the waist, he's wearing white satin panties... the sort that cover everything and leave plenty to the imagination... with white garters coming from under them and plain white stockings, along with white heels. How do they get away with that in a family park?\n\n"It is going FANTASTIC, my boy!" Dr. Frankenclowner calls in reply, sweeping a white-gloved hand out to the side. You actually jump a little in surprise, both at his enthusiasm and the depth and richness of his voice.\n\n"Uh, yeah." You glance him up and down, then grin a bit lopsidedly. "Man, how much do they pay you to wear that stuff?"\n\n"My boy, I would pay <i>them</i> to <i>let</i> me wear it!" the clown booms proudly, putting his fists on his hips and jutting his chin to the sky, as if posing for a statue. "You can't <i>do</i> this look without being <i>proud</i> of it!"\n\nHowever ridiculous he is, you have to admit that his personality is really infectious. You find yourself grinning at him, glad you came over. He returns his blue eyes to you and cocks his head, then gives one finger a cheeky little flick-and-point at you. "You know, my boy... I bet you've considered it yourself before."\n\nYour smile disappears and your cheeks color. "W-what?"\n\n"Oh yes, more than a few young lads have oft considered what it might be like to dress up in womens' garb. Especially the frilly, lacy, silky sort. Nothing wrong with that. If you have such a curiosity," He lowers his voice and leans his head in, waggling his white-painted eyebrows. "I could of course help you with that."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... maybe you are kind of curious...|Frankenclowner1x1]]\n\n[[2creepy4u, abandon thread!|Frankenclowner]]

"I can't make Ranma do anything!" the little old man agrees, though you can see his body trembling in fury.\n\n"'From now on, Ranma's his own man, and I can never make him go along with my crap again!'" you croon, flipping the metal and gemstone leaf like a coin.\n\nHe smacks a fist against the ground, but quickly blurts out, "From now on, Ranma's his own man, and I can never make him go along with my crap again!"\n\nYou drop the pin onto his head, folding your arms and feeling a sense of smug vengeance for all the times he's bullied you into going along with one of his schemes. Happosai snaps a hand up and shoves the leaf into his fringe of hair instead, and is immediately surrounded by a cloud of smoke with an audible *POMF*. You sneeze as some of the smoke goes up your nose, and you squint one eye closed as you try to see through the smoke. When it clears, Happosai is standing there, although definitely looking different... fuzzy, black raccoon ears top his head and a fluffy ringtail juts from the back of his pants, which bulge obscenely in front due to his enlarged sack. His top also bares a big round belly that's a bit flattened in front.\n\n"You look weird," you inform him flatly. "But now that you've got your pin, make with the man-ness for me, old man."\n\n"Maybe eventually! Since you felt free to <i>postpone</i> our deal, I think turnabout is fair play!" Happosai sneers, and begins thumping his hands against his belly rhythmically. It sounds almost exactly like a festival drum, oddly enough, and he begins pounding out a quick beat on it. \n\n"Huh?" You stare at him, feeling your eyelids go heavy and your body gradually relax. Your shoulders slump, and you wobble in place a little. You can feel the beat of his belly-drum in your chest despite it not being all that bass, and your thoughts are thick and a bit fuzzy, as if they were slow to come.\n\nAfter a few moments, Happosai ceases drumming on his belly, smirking at you as he orders, "Now, strip."\n\n"Yeah, okay, I guess," you reply airily, not seeing any particular reason not to, somehow. You undo the clasps of your shirt and shrug out of it, your tits bobbling as you move your shoulders. You tuck your thumbs into the waistband of your boxers and pants, sliding both down your curvy legs, the motions making your tits wobble as you step out of them and straighten up, standing naked in the midst of the campsight. 'Huh? What am I doing?!' you think, feeling a bit shocked, but at the same time disconnected from what you're actually feeling and doing.\n\n"Ooo, very nice," Happosai purrs, that bulge in his pants starting to shift shape, getting much larger above, his pants stretching further. "Bounce up and down a little. And call me 'Master'."\n\n"Sure, Master," you say dully, starting to work yourself up and down slightly on the balls of your feet. Your tits bounce and jiggle energetically, shaking back and forth slightly as well as up and down with the slight shift of the ground under you. 'What the hell is going on?! No way I want to show off for this little old pervert! How's he making me do this?!'\n\n"That's enough for now," the transformed martial arts master snickers after several minutes, allowing you to stop and settle back on your heels. "Now, I bet you know what I'm going to ask you for next, eh, Ranma?"\n\n<hr>\n[["To model lingerie for you, Master?"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["To worship your cock, Master?"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Take revenge on your enemies, Master?"|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You were a little leery at first of the idea of covering your suit up with a hooded black cloak from Sierra's pattern recreator, but despite the fact that no one seems to be wearing another one (that you can see in the crowd outside the docking spire), no one seems to be paying any attention to you, either. Keeping it pulled forward a bit over your face, you navigate through the bustle, keeping a hand on Ami's back to make sure you don't suddenly lose her, until the two of you can find an empty spot near the wall.\n\n"Okay, Ami, where do you think we should start looking?" you murmur, keeping your voice down and glancing around to see if anyone seems to be paying particular attention to you.\n\n"Um, let me think." The blue-haired girl looks out at the crowd, seeming slightly more nervous than usual. It's not shoulder-to-shoulder packed, but there is a steady, constant flow of humanity. Or... personanity, or whatever you'd call it, with plenty of what look like humans, or humans with funny ears or bumpy noses, but also a good number of things that look either vaguely like animals you're familiar with or just out-and-out strange things from a horror movie. "We could go to Commerce Central, that's on one of the interior rings, it's where most of the shops and entertainment areas are, and the part of the station I know the best, um... because it's where Amis and Abes are sold," she adds with a glance downwards.\n\nShaking off the obvious closing-in melancholy, she looks up at you again. "Um, and there's the bar my first owner went to all the time, Positron's. It's basically where a ton of the shady deals on the station occur or are set up, at least according to him, so... I guess it'd be a good place to look for information, or an informant, or something."\n\nShe considers, brow furrowing as she looks out towards the station in general, then back at you. "The only other two places I can think to look are the Pleasure Ring or maybe the Dark Hub. The Pleasure Ring is the innermost hub and it's expensive to even get inside, but I guess it might be where some royal-type people would hang out. The Dark Hub's what they call... well, it's basically where all the weapons and programs and substances that aren't supposed to be sold are sold. I'm not sure how likely these bounties are to be doing that, but if they think they're being chased maybe they've been there...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out Commerce Central.|Cypher5x4]]\n\n[[Check out Positron's.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Check out the Pleasure Ring.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Check out the Dark Hub.|Cypher]]

Finishing making the slight extra tweaks, you close the menu, and watch as Nabiki... actually blushes a little bit, glancing to one side and brushing a fingertip against her cheek.\n\n"Heh... just kidding. I mean, what's up?" she asks, her voice having lost a little of the brazen, confident edge of before and actually warmed up a little.\n\nWow. You hadn't expected quite that much of a change, but it's actually surprisingly cute... and rather hot, to think that you've made such a difference in her, and that the usually implacable "mercenary girl" apparently now has the blushies over you. There's a simultaneous urge to covet and protect, and also to abuse the hell out of that for a power trip, and you're not entirely sure which to go with... or maybe a bit of both?\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's hang out."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Let's go out."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Just here to borrow money."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Just here to borrow money... to use on another girl."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Just here for a pump and go. Oh, and some cash."|RanPP]]

Hm, you have one particular reason to pick Nabiki over her sisters... namely you should be able to get some money out of her. Admittedly you could probably just spawn money with the debug menu, but since you've got some time to kill anyway, why not see if you can get some out of her?\n\nYou knock on her door, waiting for the call of 'What is it?' to announce yourself and be invited in. Nabiki's outfitted for her calisthenics uniform, wearing a snug black one-piece and loose orange shirt. A very light sheen of sweat shows she's probably only just stopped, and yet she's sitting in her chair taking on a very businesslike manner. "So, what can I do for you today, Eric? Can I interest you in one of my very popular high-interest pay-when-I-like loans?"\n\nResisting the urge to snort, you touch the pendant to open the menu, Nabiki freezing completely in place. You notice that there's now a new button, 'Apply Preset'... checking it shows that the slider positions you used for Ranma are apparently stored in the program's history. Huh, that's kind of useful... it did seem to work very well on Ranma, after all. It's at the very least a good starting place, so you go ahead and hit the Apply button, watching her sliders move.\n\nNow, let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[That should be fine.|RanPP14x1]]\n\n[[Bump up her libido and lower her shame some too. ("Sex Friend Nabiki")|RanPP]]\n\n[[Increase her affection for you even more. ("Besotted Girlfriend Nabiki")|RanPP13x2]]\n\n[[Increase her libido, lower her shame, increase her greed. ("Whore Nabiki")|RanPP]]

You kinda like just the sound of it... <i>The Chair</i>. Well, there's already something called that, which might be why it sounds so thrillingly ominous. You tap the selection and see a green box appear on the floor, rather like building in a video game. You direct the box around until it's in a convenient corner, then tap the 'Confirm' button. Instantly the Chair appears, made of whitish metal and shiny black surfaces. The actual chair portion sits on a broad triangular base with rounded-off corners, and is a sort of 'lounge' in configuration, with long arms with bulbous areas beneath them and slightly long, raised individual leg sections put together. It does look like the whole thing is sort of modular though... besides a number of visible pieces on the back portion, you see several indications that it can tilt back, spread the legs, etcetera.\n\n"Huh? What the heck is that?!" Ranma blurts as you minimize the window to allow the sim to resume, almost immediately spotting the Chair. Then she yelps as you grab her by the back of the neck and the waistband of her pants, hauling her off-balance and towards it. "Hey, whaddya think yer doin'?!"\n\n"Just helping you to your seat," you announce genially, lifting her and twisting her around to sort of toss her into the Chair. The moment her ass makes contact with the seat, little thin bands on cables shoot out, grabbing her wrists and ankles and hauling them into place, the larger restraints on the arms swinging around and completely covering her hands, while thicker manacles snap closed around her ankles. A metal band swings out and around the middle of her stomach, high enough that when it draws tight she's pressed flat against it.\n\n"HEY!" Ranma struggles against the restraints, looking even more shocked when there's absolutely no give or sign of them breaking... apparently the debug menu's devices are built to withstand even the superhuman strength of the main characters. "What the hell's goin' on, Eric?! Lemme out of this thing!"\n\nIgnoring her demands and protests, you walk around to the side of the Chair where a screen has extended and lifted up, showing off a menu. It looks like there are some freeform options... but there's also a selection for 'Presets'. That seems more interesting, actually, since you're starting to enjoy discovering whatever the mad, perverted creator who programmed this stuff in had in mind.\n\n[[Stepford Waifu|RanChair1x1]] - "This setting will render the subject permanently pleasant and obedient. While they will most strongly imprint on the Chair's registered user, they will still be largely obedient to any male."\n\n[[Somnic Submissive|RanChair]] - "Whenever the subject goes to sleep, they will enter a state of mindless obedience to whoever knows their activation word. They can also be put to sleep at any time using the activation word."\n\n[[Devout Worshiper|RanChair]] - "The user will become an object of near-literal worship for the subject. They will do anything to please the user, no matter what their previous feelings or loyalties."\n\n[[Unthinking Obedience|RanChair2x1]] - "The subject will obey all of the user's commands, without consideration or thinking there is anything odd about doing so."\n\n[[Good Little Slut|RanChair]] - "The subject will become a submissive, obedient slut. That's it. What more do you want? They'll love sex and following orders, that's what this does."

"It's my fault," Rei groaned, head in her hands. "It's all my fault."\n\n"Yeah, pretty much," Minako agreed from where she was standing at the roped-off but still open elevator doors, peering down at where lights were flashing and the crew was moving around.\n\n"Minako!" Ami hissed softly from where she was kneeling behind Rei, the black-haired girl having seated herself on the floor beside the door to her room.\n\n"Well it's not like we don't all know the rules," Minako replied, turning and holding up a finger. "But actually I guess it's partly his fault for not listening to you."\n\n"I tried to follow the rules!" Rei half-wailed, lifting her head with tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I walked in, and he was laying there naked stroking his cock, and I could smell his pre, and-"\n\n"Oh. Yeah. That's kind of a bitch, huh," Minako allowed, putting a fingertip to her lips and glancing down. "Can't really blame you there, any of us would have done the same, it's how we're made."\n\nUsagi, meanwhile, had been looking at one hand, ticking off fingers as she tried to count properly. Then, giving up, she ducked back into the apartment for a moment. After checking the calender, she poked her head back out. "Hey, isn't Mars rising to full ascendant position right now? The planet, I mean?"\n\n"Huh? Yeah, I guess, but-" Rei went silent, her face going pale, one hand going to her stomach.\n\nMinako let out a whoop of laughter, walking over to her friend and slapping her on the back. "He lives! Or at least his genetic legacy does!"\n\n"Oh god," Rei groaned, putting her face in both hands again.\n\n"Oh dear," Ami murmured. "I suppose we'll have to start rearranging our shifts to cover yours in a few months."\n\n"Nah, I bet we can totally get 'em to make a Senshi uniform in maternity sizes," Minako snickered.\n\n<b>Worldland Senshi</b> End - <i>The Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect</i>

So, wait... you get more work for the band, you get extra money and perks, <i>and</i> you get to play with a big fat cock? Where exactly is the downside of this deal, put like that?! Oh sure, the guy the cock's attached to isn't exactly a looker, but he's rich, he can look however he wants!\n\n"Oh I am definitely gonna wrap my pretty red lips around your prick," you coo as you sashay around the desk, sinking to your knees in front of him and running your hands up and down his thighs. You wrap a hand around the base of his prick... though your fingertips just barely touch... and proceed to match action to word, slipping your painted lips over the tip of his prick and starting to bob your head, making soft 'mm!' sounds as if it were delicious as you flick your tongue over it.\n\n"Mmm, it's always so much easier when they're already sluts," the owner murmurs, resting a big pudgy hand on your head and stroking your hair. "You are a slut, aren't you, 'Erica'?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm," you coo around his cock as you slurp the entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back to answer, stroking him with both hands as you do. "I'll be a complete slut for you, as long as you keep all that stuff you promised coming!"\n\n"That makes you more of a whore, but either way," he chuckles, mming quietly and puffing on his cigar as he watches you go back to sucking him off.\n\nYou continue bobbing your head, bit by bit taking in more of that big thick prick, giving soft, pleased noises as you go and leaving smears of bright crimson lipstick on the taut skin. It's quite an effort working it into your throat, but you're particularly excited by now... you take just a moment to tug your skirt up, showing off your own cock tenting out the front of your panties, before you push your head down, letting his girth stretch out your throat. His hand starts putting light pressure on you now, urging you in your movements, getting you to keep going, taking more and more of that massive fuckpole until finally your painted lips are pressing around the root of it, his silk boxers brushing against your cheeks.\n\nYou wiggle and press your face in a bit more, before starting to move your head up and down, deepthroating him like a good little whore, eyes rolled up to watch his fat, smug face, his leer through the haze of cigar smoke making you shudder with pleasure and soak some more pre into your panties at the thought of all he's going to give you so that he can keep leering at you like that... though you think you might be getting addicted to this cock, leer or not! It's just so big, and so hard, and stretches your throat out in the lewdest way possible! And when it starts throbbing and you pull back, his cum is so thick and there's sooooo much of it, filling your mouth up in just a few spurts, some of it escaping and coating your smeared lipstick as you do your best to gulp all you can down.\n\nIt's not too surprising when he pulls your head back and tugs at you, urging you up. Smirking as well, you quickly get to your feet and then bend over the desk, pulling your skirt up in back and wiggling your panty-clad ass at him. His plump fingers deftly tug at the ties at the side, letting the scrap of scarlet go drifting to the floor, displaying the wet spot soaked into the front of them as your stiff prick is left to jut forward against the drape of your skirt. Then one of his hands grips your hips, the other grabbing that fat, spit-lubed fuckpole to your pucker and starting to push in, making you moan loudly. It's sooo much bigger and thicker than anything you've had before, just sliding deeper and deeper into you. "Oh, oh Daddy, your cock feels so good," you moan enthusiastically, bucking your hips back towards him a bit.\n\nHe chuckles loudly, letting out a billow of smoke as he does like some horny, plump dragon. "Mmm, I like that... in fact, go ahead and call me that from now on, girl," he declares, delivering a quick smack to your ass that makes you squeal with delight and clench around him. He keeps pushing in, sliding forward until his still-clad hips press against your bare ass. When he begins to thrust, they're slow but hard strokes, taking his time about claiming you and making sure both of you know your place... bent over a desk begging for more of his dick. Which you do like a good little slut, cooing and moaning eagerly as his thick prick stretches your tight little ass again and again.\n\n"Oh Daddy yes, your cock's so good, it's so big, it's the biggest cock I've ever felt, Daddy, I love it so mu~ch," you mewl enthusiastically, the simpering, girlish pleading for more dick becoming less and less artifice by the second. When he reaches forward and grabs your hair to haul your head back, you let out a loud gasp and actually cum a little, a few spurts of cum still mingled with pre flitting out of the tip of your bobbing, swaying prick to land on the ground. But the big one hits when he actually thrusts forward and you can feel that thick heat spreading through you, your eyes rolling a little and lips curling up in a brainless smile as your own cock twitches and fires long ropes of cum, your whole body shuddering in climax.\n\nOnce he's pulled out of you and sunk back into your chair, you prove your dedication to being a good little slut and sinking to your knees in front of him again, starting to use your mouth again... as well as picking up the discarded panties and wrapping them around him, stroking them up and down as you clean him up. Eventually he grunts and waves you off, and you get to your feet, skirt falling down over your half-hard cock and the cum dribbling from your ass down your taint and inner thighs as you do. A little quiver of extra delight runs through you as he plucks up a white envelope and holds it out, the flap just open enough to give you a peak at the stack of money inside. "Here you go, baby girl, just as promised. And there'll be more of those... and more of those other benefits we discussed... as long as you keep putting out so delightfully."\n\n"Thank you, Daddy," you coo, tucking the envelope into the inside pocket of your vest. You turn to go, then hurriedly catch something else he tosses to you... a packet of wet wipes. Blushing, you then let out a chirpy giggle and another "Thanks, Daddy" before stepping outside and taking a moment to clean yourself up before heading home.\n\nDeciding that with this much money taking a cab won't hurt, you spend awhile hailing them down as you walk... various guys hoot and holler as you pass, but in your mildly euphoric haze you just ignore them. It's not until you get home and head for a bedroom, your distracted call of "Hey Sean" getting answered with "Dude... what are you wearing?" that you recall that you didn't bother going back to Damien's place to change. Oops.\n\n"Ah, yeah, remember how I mentioned I joined a band to do jobs? Well, this is our gimmick, we're called 'Honey Trap'," you explain, turning towards him and resting your hands on your hips. You'd normally be more nervous, but all things considered you're in too good a mood. "We just played our first gig tonight, it went really well!"\n\n"S'good, I guess." He looks you up and down, raising one brow as he takes in your attire with a somewhat amused but otherwise unreadable expression. "I mean I gotta say, you do look pretty good like that, can see why an audience'd dig you if you're good at singing too. You actually wearing panties with that, bro...?"\n\n... Oh, right, you actually aren't at the moment. The thought makes you blush a little, though you imagine he's probably thinking that's just from getting asked the question.\n\n<hr>\n[[Deflect! Deflect!|CC7x2]]\n\n[[Hm, wanna see? ♥|CCT]]

"I mean c'mon, I'm just dressed this way 'cause it's the band's schtick," you answer, or rather non-answer breezily, grinning and shrugging. Then you make sure to give an audible 'oh' as you tuck a hand into your vest pocket and pull out a hundred and a couple of twenties you'd bent the edges of to mark them, walking over to hold them out. "Will this cover me?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, that's plenty little dude, good job," Sean rumbles happily in agreement, apparently no longer caring what you're wearing on any level so long as you're kicking in for the rent.\n\nNodding, you turn... making sure not to do so fast enough to make your skirt fling up... and head into your bedroom, flopping down on the bed with a happy sigh. You've still got plenty of money in your pocket too... Daddy's so generous!\n\nThe next morning Damien calls your (cheap, prepaid) cellphone, excitement in his voice. "Eric, we just got offered <i>three</i> more gigs this month! All of them pay better than the first, too! 'Honey Trap' is a hit!"\n\n"Wow! That's great to hear!" you gush back, having to suppress a giggle. Oh, if he only knew why they were getting those jobs... although it sounds like he knows it's thanks to you once he continues.\n\n"The lady on the phone said it was thanks to your negotiation with the owner of the club from last night, so me and the others talked about it... you're our official business manager now, too! Oh, right, she said you needed to come down to her office to sign some stuff related to the jobs, you got a pen for the address?"\n\nYou shower, then dress in your usual clothes... at least until you get to downtown. You stop into a store to buy something that's at least evocative of your band's style, even if it's not really crossdressing... a pinkish-purple T-shirt with splatterpaint designs in other somewhat pastel colors to wear over a netting long-sleeved shirt, and new black jeans along with some boots. Not necessarily 'professional' by tradition, but indicative of your profession. That done, you walk the last few blocks to the address Damien gave you, riding in the elevator up to the floor and hitting the buzzer on the door. At the call of 'come in' you, well, go in, quickly spotting the woman Damien must have talked to on the phone. She's gorgeous, probably in her mid thirties if you were guessing, her black hair mid-neck length, a pair of thick-rimmed oval glasses settled low on her nose, the lines subtly drawing attention to the tiny beauty mark on her chin. She's wearing a maroon sweater-dress, the fabric hugging her breasts and hips, legs sheathed in black stockings. She smiles knowingly at you, waggling the stick of pocky in her fingers as she looks you up and down.\n\n<img src="images/DaddyAssistant.jpg">\n\n"So you're Erica, hm? Well, Erica," she continues before you can correct her. "I'm the assistant of... I believe you call him 'Daddy'?" At your blush, her smile grows into a smirk. "Don't be embarrassed... I've called him that more than a few times. It's <i>so</i> wonderfully thick, isn't it?" She giggles softly as you squirm and give a nervous giggle of your own, before she continues. "He's decided he'd like you to continue to call him that, so from now on we'll just refer to him as Daddy, alright? Now, I'm sure your friend told you that your band has been booked for three more jobs this month, just for a beginning, and likely that he's made you the band's business manager... a suggestion I subtly made to him while we were talking. Now, in point of fact, <i>I</i> will actually be the band's business manager... oh, don't worry, I very much intend for it to succeed, just like all of Daddy's investments."\n\n"Ah, so, you manage a lot of his stuff for him?" you ask.\n\n"All the little details. I take care of those so that he can look at the big picture and big decisions... and enjoy the fruits of his labors and his discoveries. Discoveries like you. Hm, I suppose that makes me sort of your babysitter... well, just call me 'ma'am', that works. In any event, just leave the money matters and scheduling to me... I'll filter them through you when necessary to go to the rest of the band. For now, though, the real reason you're here is for one of those benefits Daddy promised you last night... your enthusiasm was apparently such that he's decided to spoil you a bit. Make sure to thank him properly with even more enthusiasm when next you see him, hm?"\n\n"Oh, I will, Ma'am," you promise eagerly, still flushing but now grinning excitedly.\n\n"Good! Now, follow me to the car, please, I'll show you to your benefit."\n\nWhat an interesting turn of phrase. Still, you do indeed follow her downstairs, the two of you climbing into a white town car that the driver quickly sends flitting through the streets. It's not very long before you're pulling up in front of a large, opulent hotel. You're actually a bit shocked when your babysitter gets out and beckons you to follow her through the lobby and to the elevator, pressing a button for one of the higher floors. "If you're curious, Daddy owns this hotel," she explains, smiling at your stunned expression. "Oh, you thought it was just little dive nightclubs? No, those are one of his 'for fun' ventures. He's simply more comfortable in such places, I imagine. Ah, here we are," she says as the doors open, walking up to one of the doors and slipping a keycard out of her purse... then passing it to you. "You can leave it with the hotel staff when you go out, by the way, just to avoid losing it as if it were a pair of panties," she adds breezily.\n\nBlushing again, you tap the card against the panel next to the door, hearing it unlock and pushing it open. You stare a little at the inside... it's not huge and insanely opulent, but in comparison to Sean's apartment it is. The colors are mostly greys and tans, including the plush-looking furniture and carpet. The bed is on an upper level largely closed-off by glass, a whirlpool bath set next to the picture windows that run all down the opposite wall, giving you an unobstructed view of one of the fiew decent natural vistas in the city, the bay and the mountain across it. Built into the wall at the front of the raised area is both a small desk and a long gas fireplace, flames dancing above sparkling jewel-like glass beads. To the left is, instead of a kitchenette, what looks like a rather well-stocked wetbar, lit with blue lights through the clear shelves and featuring a mixing station and sink. There's even a TV attached to the ceiling, just in front of the glass partition walling off the bed area.\n\n<img src="images/DaddyRoom.jpg">\n\n"W-wait, are you saying that... this is mine?" you whisper, feeling like your breath's been stolen.\n\n"Yes, it is, as long as you continue to be a good girl for Daddy," Ma'am says breezily, pulling a few more things out of her purse as she moves around to face you. "To that end, your new benefit comes with some responsibilities. First of all, you can go out as you please, but on nights when you're not singing with the band you are to be back here and ready to attend to Daddy whether he wants to go out or stay in... I suggest adjusting your personal hours to a more nocturnal set, Daddy would be very displeased if you fell asleep midway through a date. You will always carry this at all times," she adds, holding up a shiny new cutting-edge cellphone in 'Rose Gold', passing it to you. "His number, mine, and those of your bandmates are already plugged in. Never call him unless it is an emergency, and even then always try to call me first... if you need something, call me instead. At the same time, you must <i>never</i> let Daddy go to voicemail if you can help it, always answer as soon as you can or immediately call him back if you do miss a call for some reason. To that end, I'd keep it nearby at all times." She holds up the other thing she's holding and spreads them like playing cards... or rather, credit cards. "Store credit cards, only good at those stores, otherwise no limit. They are primarily clothing stores, lingerie boutiques, and beauty spas. You are to wear entirely female clothing from now on, save when you meet with your band members, if you feel the need to do so. No jewelry, no particularly expensive coats or things like that... Daddy will buy you plenty of gifts if you're a good girl, I assure you. Understood?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait, this all sounds super controlling...|CC]]\n\n[[Hm, well... whatever Daddy says!|CCT]]

The chances of Jade pulling you to your doom are just too high. Ignoring her and her repeated calls for you to help her, you clamber up the ladder, flopping yourself onto the grating and looking down at her.\n\nJade moves to the edge of the car's roof, which will obviously be submerged in a matter of seconds, and takes a desperate leap of her own for the ladder. But the mostly submerged SUV rocks with the motion of the fluid at the last moment, throwing off her jump and sending her splashing into the stuff. You watch her get swept off, flailing and spluttering and, you're fairly certain, swearing vengeance.\n\nYou crawl over to the corner of the small suspended area, coughing as you turn and lean your back against the cement wall to try and keep your head out of the noxious fumes of the stuff rushing by less than a foot below. You gradually feel consciousness steal away from you, easing down into darkness, letting it sweep away from you like you watched Jade being swept away in the flood. The last thing you hear is a roll of thunder and the sound of heavy rain starting.\n\nIt's still raining when you come to, with rainwater being the only thing in the gulley below. You spend a few minutes looking around, figuring out that there's a small access tunnel you can crawl down and come up on one side of the road. Ducking your head and hurrying out of the downpoor and into a small parking structure. Trying to shake some of the water off of your clothes, you wander past the small handful of cars parked nearby. You pause as you catch your reflection in one, glancing at it, then moving over to look in one of the mirrors. Your hair has gone dark black instead of dark brown, and your eyes have darkened as well... there's still a hint of blue there, but they're almost black. \n\n"What the hell?" you mutter, brushing fingertips against your hair, then jerking a little at a sudden brightness from behind you and a call of 'Hey!' You straighten up and turn around, spotting what must be some sort of security guard. Middle-aged guy, a little portly, almost completely stereotypical if not quite as fat as the usual.\n\n"What're you doing in here?" he growls, resting his hand on his... pepper spray holster.\n\n"I'm just getting in out of the rain, man, don't hassle me over that," you reply with a sigh, shrugging a little.\n\n"No, I won't hassle you over that," the guard says, his tone suddenly agreeable as he lowers his hand from the pepper spray and shifts the flashlight so it's not shining in your eyes.\n\nYou blink, both at no longer being blinded and the easy acquiescence. You've... never had a guard react that trustingly and agreeably. Actually you're pretty sure you recognized this guy, and he chased you out of here before when it was <i>hailing</i>. You frown at him for a moment as you remember that, and then decide to try something. "Actually you should let me stay as long as I want."\n\n"You can stay as long as you want," he replies easily, bobbing his head.\n\n"... And give me the money in your wallet."\n\n"Here's the money from my wallet," he answers breezily, stepping forward and fishing out his wallet, then proffering what has to be at least a hundred dollars to you.\n\nYou stare at the bills for a moment, before accepting them and shoving them in your pocket. ... Apparently whatever that stuff was, breathing the fumes from it gave you some equivalent of... what, the Jedi Mind Trick? You look at the guard, who's just standing there, looking at you almost expectantly, as if not entirely sure what to do with this person he's now told can stay as long as they like. \n\nStill, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, what if this is only temporary? You could take the opportunity to have him offer you a place to stay while you recuperate from your recent experiences. ... Or, you think with a darker thread, you could take the opportunity to avenge yourself on him for that time he chased you into the hail. Drawing back from that a little bit, you could just try to profit off of what he has to give as much as you can, then get out of here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shelter.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Revenge.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Quick profit.|Palladium]]

Eventually the shuttle arrives at its destination, and you're offloaded. You feel a real pang of sadness and worry as Miunil is wheeled off down the sidewalk of what looks like a bustling city street (albeit populated almost entirely by oversized velociraptors). In a way, she's the person you've been closest to in your entire life, having spent however long together in the same situation in that storeroom. But you find yourself loaded onto a dolly and wheeled into what seems to be some kind of shop, arranged on display with some of the other items from the storeroom, as well as a few other objects that obviously contain captured humans (or humanoids at least). \n\nAnd there you remain for quite awhile. Shop employees occasionally come by to spritz the outer layer of your goo prison with something and wipe it down as if dusting it, often taking a few minutes to fuck your pussy or ass before cleaning off the smooth outer layer of the slime once they've finished. Every so often other aliens come in, hooting and observing the other items, making use of them or you, until one day after such a test you're once again loaded onto a dolly and wheeled outside, and into the back of what looks a lot like a moving truck. After a brief ride in darkness, you're unloaded and wheeled into a large room, where the walls and bases display some things like the ones from the store, but also other items... colorful rubber statues that look like a cubist reinterpretation of the aliens' own body form, rows of elaborate but phallic shapes in interesting colors, things that look like small trees but instead of branches they bear long tubes with different colors and textures on the ends. On the walls are holograms and paintings, many of them blatantly pornographic, involving the defilement or strange alteration of any number of races of beings.\n\nEventually you realize you've been purchased as a work of art... and that these aliens apparently don't consider something art unless you can either get off to it or with it. You figure this out after watching your apparent owner several times fuck the rubber statues, or ride on one of the aesthetically pleasing dildos while jerking off, and of course using you. Sometimes he brings apparent friends by to show off his acquisitions, fucking them and the art in equal measure. Several times he holds apparent dinner parties that devolve into what you can only think of as "art appreciation orgies", both your available holes getting a thorough workout that night.\n\nBut after some time, it would appear that your owner has fallen on lean times... several of the other "exhibits" are picked up and wheeled out one or two at a time over the course of what you think is months, and then finally you too are loaded on another antigrav dolly and moved through the halls of the house and loaded into another truck. And unloaded, and set up in a more dramatically-lit corner of a somewhat different gallery full of lewd sex toy art projects. And that's how it goes... you'll remain in one gallery for awhile, then be sold and move to another, sometimes for brief periods, sometimes for very long ones. Occasionally you'll be moved into a store room, left alone and in the dark for an impossible-to-determine time, until being removed and either returned to a slightly altered version of the gallery you were once in, or once more loaded into a truck and moved to a new owner's gallery. At some point you realize just how much time must have passed when one alien takes you out of storage to show you off to a potential buyer, and his once colorful hide has faded and gained some pale spots in it, wrinkles showing around his muzzle and eyes. You look down at yourself as well as you're able... what you can see of your own body hasn't changed in the slightest.\n\nYour last owner is a female alien who owns a fairly sprawling art collection, and for your time in the gallery you and one other installation seem to be her favorites. With you she rubs her scaly pussy against your raised foot, occasionally actually slipping your gel-covered toes inside her... or she'll bring out a stepstool and balance herself so she can slide her reptilian cunt over your outstretched arm, rocking back and forth on you until she's having you fist her up to your elbow. Similarly she enjoys toying with your tits or pussy or ass, occasionally shoving both of her hands inside you, knobby, scaly fists pumping away inside your holes and making you cum over and over. Her other favorite is an art piece made up of numerous mechanical tendrils that wobble and wave in the air, expertly and beautifully imitating the movements of different forms of vegetation, like grass blowing in the wind or seaweed waivering in an ocean current. Until something touches it, anyway, whereupon it will immediately sieze it and begin fucking it good and hard until it tries to pull away. You often watch your owner getting her scaly pussy and ass fucked, squealing around the bright silver tentacles being shoved down her throat until she's satisfied. But even then, it appears she eventually tires of you both, and you and the tentacle sculpture are both loaded up and moved to a storeroom deep below her mansion.\n\nAnd so you stay in darkness again, time stretching out endlessly, nothing to look at or do... you gave up really thinking about anything a long time ago, why bother? There's no way to know how long it is, but suddenly the vague outlines of what you can see in the dark shake and shudder, the floor beneath you lurching hard enough that your base actually tilts and you fall over backwards. Your back thumps against something coiled and writhing... and soon metal tentacles are wrapping around your throat, your limbs, your middle. You fell on the tentacle sculpture! Its tendrils find their way to your pussy and ass and begin fucking you hard and deep, using their various wriggling motions as they plunge away at your holes. One slides over your face, but apparently finding your mouth already full instead elects to move down with some of the others to tease your tits. Your dark, silent world quickly becomes one of constant orgasms as the sculpture rapes you continuously and endlessly, the only change being the number of tentacles it uses to plunge into your ass and pussy or tease the rest of your body.\n\nSomewhere amidst all the climaxes fogging your brain, you realize that even without being able to tell how much time is passing, the number of times you've cum and the variations of fucking the tentacle sculpture's given you mean that it must have been a long time. If there were an accident severe enough to knock things over, shouldn't someone have come to check if anything's broken? And eventually it dawns on you... whatever happened, the house above must have collapsed. No one's coming to check on you because there's tons of rubble blocking the way in... assuming they didn't just pave over the ruins and build something new. No one's coming to lift you off the tentacle rape sculpture or sell you or put you in a gallery because no one's coming for you at all.\n\nAs you resign yourself to your change in existence, you wonder what will happen first... the seemingly inexhaustible power supply of the tentacle sculpture running out, or archaeologists digging you up to put you in a museum?\n\n<b>Fuck Trek</b> end - <i>Stasis Slime Sculpture</i>\n\n(For the pic that inspired this end, click <a href=https://i.imgur.com/VFIE3x3.gif>here</a>. For more by the artist, check out <a href=http://mechapuffin.tumblr.com/>Sebastian's tumblr</a>.)

It suddenly occurs to you that you have no parents for a park employee to tattle to if you get caught. Perhaps failing to think this through further than that, an irresistable desire for making some trouble comes over you. You're sure to get away with it! (You totally aren't, but at the moment you don't know that.) You start looking around the thoroughfare with a far more wicked eye, mind racing with opportunities for mayhem.\n\nLet's see. You spot a set of [[restrooms|WLMischiefPlaceholder]] that's really more of a concrete square, where the plastic roof is separated from the top of the walls by a good six inches, at least, and the wall has a rim around the outside edge. Dang, it's like someone <i>designed</i> it for peeping!\n\nThere's a stand that's got more than enough balloons on it to stage a minor reenactment of <i>Up!</i>, though of course it isn't actually lifting the stand anywhere. Still, that handle they're tied to looks a little loose, a tiny bit of fiddling and you could watch [[the whole batch go flying|WLMischief1x1]].\n\nYou notice one of those [[silly-looking mascots|WLMischiefPlaceholder]] has wandered away from the others and is a bit closer to where you are now. He's kind of top-heavy, a good nudge in the right spot could topple him...

It's kind of amusing to look down at Ranma's face and see her glaring at you like she wants to kill you even as she puts her whole body into fucking her face on your prick, but you can also imagine that it might get old fast. Probably better to set her to one of the personality options the menu offers. Patting her on the head and enjoying one last obvious flareup of rage as your cock slides into her throat again, you tap the menu to do away with her actual personality and peruse your options.\n\n<hr>\n[["Monotone".|RanRing5x1]]\n\n[["Happiness in Slavery".|RanRing4x1]]\n\n[["Worshipful".|RanRing]]

Well, that's sort of a simplified explanation of what you imagined the power to do. Basically you made up a biological evolution that causes various masculine traits to be cranked up to eleven, among them pheremone production... women should find themselves attracted to you and drawn to you, driven to please you, while men should instinctively feel less like they can challenge you. You decided to call this power 'Alpha Male Aura'... ... the working title may or may not have been 'The Virgin Supervillain And The Chad Superhero'. You subtly work the controls on the watch as if you were just checking the time to see how long you'd been doing the problem, and activate the Imaginarium Dispenser... you're pleased to see that the time limit for using this power is over 200 hours! It must not be very draining, fantastic!\n\nYou can feel certain physical changes... your muscles tightening as they become denser and more efficent, and... well, a few other articles of clothing feeling a little tighter as well. Nothing that the class is going to notice, especially under your uniform, but the other aspect of your new superpower takes effect rather quickly. To one side of you, you can hear Miss Lancer inhale sharply as she has the first faint physiological response to your pheremones... which, of course, just makes her inhale even more of them. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and notice that her face is flushed, and that her nipples have stiffened to the point they can be seen through both her bra and blouse. Your change came with a slightly enhanced sense of smell too... enough to realize that her own sweet intrinsically female scent has intensified as her own pheremone production ramps up, and to faintly smell the arousal wafting from beneath her skirt. As you finish the equation and step back, she lets out a breath and steadies herself, looking at you with eyes bright with admiration and lust. "Well! Well, that was quite something, Mister..." Her tongue flicks briefly over her lips. "Amazing. Ah... you can return to your seat," she adds, obviously a bit reluctantly.\n\nFighting to ramp down your smirk to a genial smile, you turn and head back to your seat. The girls in class are looking at you with far more admiration and interest than solving a (relatively) simple calculus problem should come with, especially since you're pretty sure most high school girls wouldn't be impressed at all. Many of the boys look rather impressed too... and some quite envious since they've noticed how the girls are looking at you, though none of them will meet your gaze when you glance around. You settle down into your seat, thinking that you may have actually come up with the one superpower that could make high school truly enjoyable.\n\nAs the class goes on, Miss Lancer definitely seems to get a little more rattled... she keeps deciding to wander around the class while lecturing how to solve equations, finding excuses to linger around your desk... which of course only gets more of your pheremones all over her, making her voice take on a somewhat breathless, sensual tone. Probably unconsciously she begins moving her hips more, shifting her thighs as she tries to deal with her arousal, turning her motions into a practically pornographic sashay. As if following her lead, every other girl in class, even the ones further out from you, are starting to get more and more visibly turned-on... there's not a pair of unlit high-beams in the house, you're pretty sure, and whenever a girl responds to one of Miss Lancer's prompts or questions, it's with a quavering, slightly needy voice that they're obviously struggling to control. Every other boy in class looks like they're in mild pain from the stiffness of their hardons (luckily your power includes better bodily control than that). By the time the bell rings, the boys are quickly covering their crotches and scurrying hunched out of class, while the girls are being slower about it, tossing numerous glances at you.\n\n"Mister Amazing!" the previously composed and prim teacher blurts almost desperately as you stand, before clearing her throat and making an effort to compose herself. "Mister Amazing, as a new student, if you would please stay after class? I have some things I'd like to do... ah, go over with you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go.|RunFF8x2]]\n\n[[Stay but suggest the girls stay too.|RunFF]]

You always thought Shampoo was the hottest of the girls, and if you recall she's also the strongest. Well, you wouldn't mind being hot, but you also like the idea of being able to beat the crap out of anyone that actually comes on to you. So heck, why not? Grinning, you touch the Chinese girl's name, then yelp as your finger passes through it, the rest of your arm and, indeed, your whole body getting sucked in after.\n\nYou blink a bit as you realize you're suddenly sitting on the floor in front of a TV, a console controller in your hand. You glance back and forth, catching swishes of purple hair at the corners of your vision, then look down. Yup, you still have boobs, alright, and they're definitely impressive, and covered by red silk. You're wearing one of those short little red Chinese dresses she favors and purple slippers on your feet, and were apparently killing time with an SNES... huh, was this character a gamer? Spotting a mirror, you hop to your feet and hurry over to peer into it.\n\nWow... you <i>are</i> cute. You spend a few moments making little faces and turning back and forth, the image seeming more natural by the second. After a minute or two, you nod. Looking good! Now, to get back to your plans to secure your husband's love and affection!\n\nYou take a moment to turn off your game, then open your closet and roll out your plan board. (It helps to keep these things organized.) You slide it into place, then take a moment to look over, reminding yourself of various things that are still in transit from China (either bought or sent for from the village), and some of your schemes that it isn't quite the right time for yet.\n\nAnyway, you've got plenty of stuff up in the air, and plenty of stuff you're ready to set in motion. You've got a lot to do that could help your cause of properly marrying Ranma, taking him back to China, and having several dozen strong baby girls with him. But for today's plan, you'll focus on...\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminating rivals.|ShampooX1x1]]\n\n[[Seducing Ranma.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Getting rid of your curse.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Other assorted issues.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]

"Sorry, miss, I've got places to be," you answer confidently, knowing she's way too stricken right now to actually exert any authority. Your answer sends the rest of the girls scurrying out into the hall to wait while you stroll casually up to the front of the room, towards the crestfallen blonde. You pause briefly as you arrive at her, and unable to control the impulse after spending an hour being stared at like a physical god of sex, reach out to grab one of her full asscheeks and give it a firm squeeze. "Maybe later, okay babe?" you add with a wink. You'd be worried about her getting pissed about that later after she comes down off the pheremone high... if you weren't fairly certain by the shuddery little gasp she gives and the sudden intensified smell of arousal that she hadn't just cum from you grabbing her ass. You swagger off to the door, leaving her leaning back against her desk and fanning herself with one hand.\n\nOf course the moment you step out the door you're practically mobbed by the girls of the class, pressing in close around you, their voices an overlapping cacophony of eager questions and praises of your performance in class, and all of it in that breathless, aroused tone. Man, you kind of get a sense of what it must be like for them to be exposed to you, because you're suddenly surrounded by an absolute cloud of girl pheremones and only your greater control from your new power is letting you keep it together. A few passing girls come over, more curious than anything else, but quickly get caught up in the mingled storm of pheremones and are soon just as stiff-nippled and sensually-voiced as the rest of them, eager to get your attention. A few boys are off at different parts of the hallway, watching on sourly, but you try not to revel in their jealousy (too much).\n\nOne girl manages to break through the din of the others... Maria Baker, you're pretty sure her name was. Pretty, with auburn hair in a long thick braid that's draped forward over her shoulder, blue-green eyes, C-cups and nice hips. She seemed quite haughty and looked at you like something that she might need to scrape off her shoe when you did your introduction, but now she blurts "MY HOUSE!" When she realizes how loud she said it (loud enough to make the others quiet down and look at her), she blushes even more, but continues to stammer out, "M-my parents are gone for the week, so there wouldn't be any problems if you'd like to come to my house for awhile. So... I could help you. ... With what school is like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go and bring all the other girls too.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go home.|RunFF]]

"Yeah, sure, I guess we can try that," you answer slowly.\n\n"Mm, good." She smiles sultrily at you again, reaching up to grip your shoulders, pulling you down and around to sit on the bed. You lean back on your hands as she leans over to the side, massive tits wobbling as she picks up a thin cylinder from her nightstand. Pressing it to the side of your neck, you resist the urge to jump as it hisses softly and you feel a warmth spreading from the spot where it touched and running briefly through your body. You look down at yourself, shifting a little as that warm feeling starts to return, this time focused in your cock and balls. Your eyes widen as your prick gradually, and visibly, begins to grow, getting longer and thicker just as if it were still becoming erect. You have to spread your legs as your balls too begin to grow larger and heavier, hanging down further as they match the growth of your shaft.\n\nYou shudder and give a low moan as Arana reaches out and wraps a gloved hand around your growing cock, stroking it slowly and smoothly even as it swells in her hand. Pre starts flowing like a faucet turned on slightly, running down the length and smearing onto her glove, and thusly getting smeared across your cock as she strokes you. Arana smiles as she watches your face, giving the occasional little soft cooing noise as you shiver or moan from her stroking your growing prick, murmuring a few phrases like "Does it feel good?" and "You're getting nice and big now."\n\nBy the time your cock is done growing, it looks more like thirteen inches than eight. You stare down at your own prick in amazement, only to gasp loudly in shock as Arana leans down and slides her lips over it. You're already amazed by how good it feels as she starts suckling the head, her mouth warm and hot, her tongue surprisingly long and limber as it swirls around and flicks against your sensitive flesh. But you almost cum right then and there as she proceeds to steadily lower her head down, not a hint of hesitation or gagging as she swallows it down to the root, your newly thick and long cock bulging up her throat visibly as she hilts on you. One gloved hand begins fondling your balls as she bobs barely an inch and a half up and down, her tongue still somehow managing to work an impressive distance around your girth as she deepthroats you.\n\nWith treatment like that it doesn't take very long before you're moaning loudly and pumping thick blasts of cum right down Arana's throat. She makes a little muffled sound of amused surprise, the squeezing of her throat from it urging another spurt of cum out of you, but continues fondling your balls and sucking on you until you've exhausted your load. Sliding up and off of you, she gives a little laugh. "You see now the pleasures of augmented flesh, hm? But worry not... I've packed plenty of stamina and recovery into this augmentation." She slides smoothly further up onto the bed, simply snapping the strings of her tiny thong with a little tug on them, then spreading her legs to show off the smooth, dripping, plump-lipped slit. "Now come... I'm eager to have my creation inside of me."\n\nHer calling your cock 'her creation' feels like it ought to set off some mental alarms, but everything's been shut down by a powerful desire to get your prick back in somewhere wet and warm and tight. Almost as if in a trance you turn and crawl onto the bed after her, moving in atop her voluptuous body. You can practically prop yourself up on those immense tits, feeling them pillow below you as you wiggle into place atop her. Reaching down, you use a hand to quickly guide yourself into place, feeling those plump lips spread a bit around the tip of your cockhead, before you thrust in, giving an excited moan as you feel a very tight passage spreading around your enhanced girth. Arana coos and wraps her arms and legs around you, those heeled boots hooking around your thighs and tugging them a bit further apart, urging you to get deeper inside of her as you thrust. Your heavier balls slap against her skin with every thrust as she strokes up and down your back, purring in your ear and urging you on.\n\nIt feels like for the first few minutes you practically fade out of consciousness, your world reduced to the feeling of her body beneath you, those tits shifting under your chest, her pussy squeezing around your cock with almost as much proficiency as her hand did earlier. You're not sure how long it takes you to cum, but you suspect it's not long, soon thrusting in hard and grinding your hips reflectively as you pour your load inside her, whimpering like a virgin boy being deflowered by a goddess. (Which, let's face it, you are.) It takes you a few moments for your head to clear even a little, panting as you look down at Arana smiling at you rather... smugly? You blush some and squirm atop her, when something catches your vision out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head, then stare. Standing next to the bed is a large, muscular man with chocolate-colored skin and long, straight hair the color of dark metal and just as much shine. He looks like he's been oiled up, his naked body gleaming, and a cock far more fitting of the word 'monster' than your own jutting forward from his crotch. Maybe eighteen inches? More?\n\n"I hope you don't mind, but I signaled for Akun here to join us," Arana murmurs sweetly. "He's my usual bed partner, before you joined us. I thought it might help... expand your horizons to experience a bit of what I do. Hmmm?" That last remark and the twinkle in her eyes says that her intent for this threesome isn't exactly to get spitroasted.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Okay.|BadCypher4x2]]\n\n[[No! You're a manly man!|BadCypher4axEnd1]]\n\n[[No, but you are kind of jealous of that cock...|BadCypher4bxEnd1]]

"... Alright," you allow, having to admit you are a little curious. You blush as the dark-skinned powerhouse clambers onto the bed as well, that massive black prick wobbling in the air with his motions. "Uh, but... I mean, that's huge, I don't think I can-"\n\n"No worries dear, a little side effect I like to include in pretty much all my augmentations is the ability to take just about any sort of penetration," Arana purrs as she strokes your hair soothingly, her eyes watching Maxxon move into place behind you. Nevertheless you turn your head to watch him nervously as he leans in, pressing the tip of that slick, glistening monster up against your pucker. Then he starts to push in, and you gasp loudly at the feel of your virgin ass spreading around another man's prick, your own throbbing hard and twitching inside of Arana's cunt as it does. In fact it feels like you're getting even harder the more of that fat brown shaft is pushed into your ass, leaving you writhing against Arana's heavy tits as she continues to coo and stroke your hair. "That's right, just enjoy feeling that cock slide into your ass, darling. First time? Mmm, I can tell by the way you're twitching inside me, feels like you're going to cum in my pussy again before he's even halfway inside you."\n\nIt actually takes until Maxxon is all the way inside you, his heavy brown balls pressing against your own enlarged white sack, and his hips against your buttocks pushing you just that much deeper into Arana, before you cum. You give a shuddery moan as your cock trembles and spurts inside her, your ass squeezing down around the massive prick inside you, making it feel even larger than it is. You raise up slightly and glance down, shivering at the cock-shaped bulge in your otherwise flat and muscular stomach, feeling it shift inside you as you settle back atop Arana's tits. You're only given a brief time to catch your breath before Maxxon begins pumping into you, smooth, strong thrusts that drag your hips to draw your cock slightly back out of Arana's pussy before stuffing it back in balls deep when he thrusts forward again, his balls smacking firmly against your own. His thrusts drive you forward, making Arana's tits wobble under your chest, and you brace your hands against the bed and start to move your hips between him and the woman beneath you. You're not entirely certain at any particular moment whether you're trying to thrust forward into her pussy or back against his cock, gradually just becoming lost in the pleasure of simultaneously fucking and being fucked.\n\nAs if reading your thoughts, Arana leans in, whispering in your ear, "Choose, choose now, without thinking! What feels better, being in my pussy, or being fucked in the ass?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Being in her pussy!|BadCypher4cxEnd1]]\n\n[[Being fucked in the ass!|BadCypher4x3]]

"M-my ass!" you gasp out, whimpering a little as you admit it. "I love being fucked in my ass!"\n\n"Mmm, do you now?" she coos. After a moment she slides out from under you, leaving you to prop yourself up on all fours as Maxxon begins properly fucking you doggy-style. You moan at the feel of him pounding your ass faster and harder now that you're in more of a position for him to do so, your pussyjuice-dripping cock swaying beneath your belly with the impact of the big man's hips against your buttocks. Arana practically purrs as she watches you getting fucked, one of her gloved hands sliding between her legs and the other fondling one of her huge tits. "Yes, that's right, lover, fuck the little bitch's ass, he likes that."\n\nYou blush in humiliation at the remark, but it's too accurate for you to really protest, expecially since you've started rocking back against Maxxon's thrusts and working your hips against him, wanting to feel those heavy black balls slapping against your slightly less heavy pale ones. At Arana's coo of 'Play with his tits,' Maxxon leans forward, his big hands sliding up your sides and around your flat chest, toying with your stiff nipples, making your cries take on an even sluttier tone at the new source of pleasure. Eventually Maxxon's hands slide up, one gripping your shoulder, the other tugging on your chin to turn your head so he can press his lips to yours, tongue diving into your mouth and claiming it.\n\nYou moan, your huge cock trembling and almost cumming then and there from the heat of kissing the big, powerful man currently pounding your ass. Your head is swimming so much you barely even notice the pressure against your neck and the hiss of the injection pen. After a few moments Maxxon breaks the kiss and grabs your waist again, this time really starting to fuck you, that thick black cock stuffing into your hole and bulging your belly again and again. Your cries gradually get higher and higher as your shoulders grow more slender, your hips and ass beginning to gradually round out. Your thirteen inch prick begins to grow smaller and more slender again, going almost unnoticed because every single thrust of his cock into your ass just seems to feel better and better.\n\nThe sleek tone of your muscles gradually disappears as your arms, legs, and belly smooth out, your whole body shrinking slightly as you lose several inches of height. Your hair grows longer and longer, reaching your shoulders and then falling past them. Your toned pecs perk up a bit, your nipples growing pinker and puffier. Your cock hits its original eight inches, then just keeps shrinking as any hint of body hair you had disappears. Your sweet, girly cries of pleasure at having your ass pounded fill the room as Maxxon fucks you throughout your entire transformation. As he finally thrusts forward and begins pumping a hefty load deep into your ass, your now three-inch prick goes limp even as it starts spurting spatters of cum all over the bedsheets, your effeminate body trembling as you experience your first assgasm, your delicate little toes curling and slender, pretty fingers twisting against the bed.\n\nYour brain is still fogged by pleasure, your body trembling and twitching with it as Arana leans in and grabs a handful of your now long, golden blonde hair, tugging on it to tilt your head back. "Well... boi. Since you liked getting fucked so much, I've turned you into the perfect little boi-bitch. But since watching you get changed while my lover pounded your slutty ass pleased me, I think I'll offer you a choice. Should I make a gift of you to Maxxon... or make you public property of the crew, so that they can all have a turn at your hot little holes?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Maxxon.|BadCypher4x4]]\n\n[[The crew.|BadCypher4dxEnd1]]

"M-Maxxon," you whimper. "I want to be Maxxon's... make me Maxxon's, please..."\n\n"Well, you heard your new toy, love," Arana says with a laugh as she leans up, pecking the big man on the lips, her tits brushing against his chest. "Play with it all you like, but try not to break it!"\n\nChuckling, Maxxon reaches down, hooking his arms under your legs. You yelp as he hauls you upward, your legs bending as he brings his hands up to hook behind your head. Leaning back a little on his knees, he begins using his new grip to work you up and down on his cock like a glorified masturbation sleeve. Your eyes roll up some and your tongue lolls out, your lips curled up in a brainless grin as he works you over his huge prick, your limp cocklet shaking and your belly bulging to show how deep he's gotten inside you. Your moans come out laced with giggles, your mind flustered by the intense pleasure of being a girly little fucktoy for this amazing specimen of a man.\n\nMaxxon uses you for quite awhile, bringing you to several quivering, mewling assgasms that have your limp cock occasionally spurting little streams of cum. But eventually he pulls out and tosses you onto your back on the bed. You briefly have a view of Arana leaned against the headboard, stroking a gleaming golden dildo into her dripping pussy, before Maxxon's cock fills your field of view. You moan eagerly, jutting your tongue out and flicking it against the underside, making it wobble around a bit, before he pulls back and slides the tip between your lips. Then he smoothly pushes forward, what's left of your gag reflex after your transformation just enough to cause a loud 'glkmlf' noise as your throat bulges around his girth. Bracing his hands on the bed, he begins pleasuring himself with your mouth, leaving you writhing with your hands eagerly gripping his hips as his big black balls slap against your face again and again. It's enough that you could cum just from him fucking your mouth, and you do at least once, gulping hard at his glorious prick as you have what could best be called a throatgasm.\n\nEventually he pulls himself free of your mouth and flips you around to face the opposite direction, still on your back. Your hands go to his broad, powerful shoulders as he lifts your legs and pushes them forward, sliding his cock back into your ass. You whimper eagerly as he starts fucking you like a girl, your pleasure-addled brain urging you to mewl out, "Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my bitch pussy, fuck my pussy with your big fat cock," as he drives you against the mattress. You can faintly hear Arana drawing in a sharp, pleasured breath at your words, but all your focus is on the big, gleaming god looming over you, your puckered lips and pleading eyes watching his face as he drives into you. When he finally does cum in you, it's enough that your belly begins to swell, and you give out a long, female scream of release as you assgasm hard, your body trembling as your stomach rounds out until it looks like your powerful male lover has knocked you up, your spurting, limp cock dwarfed by the curve of your belly. Everything goes white as your orgasms overlap with each other, and you sink down into the drowning sea of pleasure.\n\nYou blink several times as you wake up. You're laying belly-down on a very nice bed with soft sheets, a pillow under your cheek. You slowly push yourself up a little on your hands, looking around. You're in an open room, roughly the size of a decently-sized living room. There's the bed, which is about queen-sized, a plain-seeming couch, a small table and chairs, a desk and computer terminal, a sleek futuristic-style chest of drawers, and some sort of floor-to-ceiling installation with a slot near the middle in one wall. Other than that there are two doors, one in the opposite wall and one beside the bed. The lighting is plain and white, though not ultra-white, coming from overhead... actually, most of the furniture is some shade of white too. This must be... Maxxon's quarters? If so, he obviously lives a lot more simply and less ostentatiously than his boss. By choice?\n\nYour head's a bit clearer now, no longer fogged by an insistent desire for cock... which you blush shamefully at realizing. Pushing yourself the rest of the way up, you swing to sit on the side of the bed, and look down at yourself. Even without a mirror you can tell how slender and feminine you look despite apparently still being fully male. You turn your girlish hands back and forth a few times looking at them, then run them down your chest, mmfing a bit at touching your newly sensitive and reactive nipples, which perk up at even that touch. Experimentally you lean back and spread your legs, wrapping your hand... well, a few fingers, actually... around your small cock. You think of everything you've ever considered sexy in your old life... of girls you knew from school, girls from porn you saw, even Arana's tits. Though you find the thoughts mentally arousing, there's no reaction. Giving in, you start thinking of things like other guys in the shower at gym, of the hardons of guys in porn, and yes, of Maxxon's jutting black prick. You can feel your breath quickening and your heartbeat getting faster as your body reacts with arousal at the images... but your cock stays as limp as ever.\n\nSighing and giving up, you take a few moments to calm down, slowing your breathing as you rub your face with both hands. You stand up and do another glance around. It looks like the place is mostly cleared out... because of you? Or does your... new owner... just live like this? You get up and wander over to the chest of drawers, trying to open a few of them, but they don't budge... must be locked. The only thing sitting out is something you notice on top of said chest... a thin gold band that's split open and hinged, with some sort of tag hanging off of it, and a lacy pink thong and babydoll teddy. You stare for a moment, then deliberately turn your mind elsewhere, trying to explore the rest of the room.\n\nThe computer console stays dark as you poke at it, as does the front of the installation on the wall. The door on the opposite wall from the bed doesn't open at your approach and doesn't have a handle, nor does it react as you jab at the smooth black panel to one side of it a few times. Walking to the other door does allow it to slide open, and you peek inside. The bathroom isn't huge, but does seem to be a little more opulent than the bedroom, with a rather large tub and what seems to be a 'rain' style shower with a built-in bench, as well as a pristine white sink and counter. You head into the bathroom and poke about, and while the toilet will flush for you and the sink will turn on while you have your hands under it, those seem to be the only things that will work; the doors beneath the counter and what looks like a built-in door to the side of the mirror are as immobile as the drawers of the chest outside.\n\nWhich is what you wind up looking at as you come back out. Moving back over to it more slowly, you pick up the gold band, which does look like it would fit fairly exactly to your neck, and look at the tag. 'Phera'. ... Cute. Apparently Maxxon has left it up to you to signal the last line of your submission to being his... plaything? Pet? Whatever it is, he's apparently made sure that you can't get out or arm yourself, and then left what he wants you to wear to see what you'll do. Whether you're going to be defiant, or admit you want his... well. The thought of his cock does send a shiver through you and stoke a warm, needy feeling in your belly, your ass practically fluttering. Blushing in both mild arousal and embarrassment, you try to banish the thought so you can make a clearheaded decision.\n\nWhat will you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to escape.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Be defiant.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Get dressed.|BadCypher4x5]]

... Yeah, who are you kidding? You're in a strange situation, in the heart of the home of the people who have you captive, in a body genetically tweaked to be the perfect weak, submissive little sissy for men to use to stuff their cocks in. Escape? Defiance? Might as well challenge a hurricane to a fistfight.\n\nSighing, you pick up the little collar and look it over for a moment, before putting it to your neck. There's a quiet click, then a soft whining noise that lasts a few seconds. Blinking, you give it a tug and find it won't budge. Running your fingers around it finds no hint of the fastening, or of the hinge that let it open before, nor can you see either when you go to the mirror to look. It just sits around the middle of your throat, a solid gold band that fits closely but doesn't choke you. You can put your fingers under it when you try, even though it doesn't look like there's enough space. ... Well. Right. It would need to be able to have some give when Maxxon stuffs his cock down your throat and makes it bulge, wouldn't it?\n\nBlushing again and giving a very soft moan at the thought, you return to the dresser, picking up the panties and only hesitating a moment before stepping into them. The thong back slips between your girlish buttcheeks and the straps ride high on your slender hips, emphasizing what curve they have and making you look even more the pretty little female, with only the slight bulge of your limp cock and small balls in the front below the pretty lace pattern trimming the top to say that you're not. You wiggle into the babydoll as well, the long, transparent drapes of it parting in front to leave your belly bare, with little almost winglike 'caps' of the same material riding your shoulders to enhance the pretty little princess appearance, the smooth satin cups at the front hugging your flat chest.\n\nYou spend a few moments looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and have to admit that if this you had approached the old you, the old you would probably have fucked this you, boy or not. While you're in the midst of such musings, you hear the door in the main room slide open. Padding out into the main room, you see Maxxon standing near the entrance, glancing around. This is the first time you've seen him in clothing, and he's wearing a pair of paneled white leather pants, some sort of black utility belt, sturdy black boots and a sleeveless black shirt that looks like it might as well be painted on. A white jacket in the same style as the pants is also hung up near the door. As you walk out his dark eyes lock on you, and he smiles slowly. "Well, well. I see you got dressed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank him for the clothes.|SissyPhera]]\n\n[[Point out you didn't have much choice.|SissyPhera]]

No way, you're not going to turn over your body to some evil demon that wants to hurt the person that helped you!\n\n"Then be damned for your heroic attitude, human!" your mouth snaps out, lips curling in a snarl.\n\nInstantly you can feel yourself being pulled deeper inside something, like a pit and a tight tunnel at the same time, as if you're being swallowed up by nothing but nothing still has a tight, physical grip on you. Even as you're sliding down the gullet of emptiness, you watch as your body gives a long, angry howl as those muscles begin to lessen and soften, shoulders shrinking and legs dropping back down into a normal human stance. Fur drops out and disappears, revealing shiny, smooth tan skin beneath. Once massive chest muscles instead push outward, swelling and rounding into particularly large breasts capped by reddish, puffy nipples. Your muzzle presses back to your face, nose resuming its old shape and then becoming slimmer, cuter, and upturned just a bit. The drape-like hair splits back into normal follicles and thickens as it drapes down your now smooth and sleek back, turning a rich, almost black brown as it cascades in a thick wave across the shoulders. As those gold-red eyes fade to simply red, you feel yourself drop down into something that seems to instantly dissolve and absorb you until all sense of self is gone and everything that you were absorbed into it.\n\nSighing, you flick your now even longer ears and brush your hands through your hair, feeling the warrior-appropriate bracers on your forearms reshape into something more elaborate and decorative, your simple loincloth that once barely hid your massive member shifting to join your top in becoming a sling bikini with three scraps of white cloth that are barely enough to cover your nipples and the entrance of your sex while virtually disappearing into your bubble butt in back. A gold collar that comes down partially over your collarbone materializes, an elaborate and beautiful manifestation of both your power and your subjugation to the will of greater beings. You shake your head at the beautiful vision in the mirror, yelping as you very briefly tip over from the radical changes and thump back briefly to sit on the floor, large breasts wobbling.\n\n<img src="images/XbHZ78t.jpg">\n\n"By Ra's lifegiving nutsack that hangs in the sky, back to this body," you announce in a pouty voice. That's the other annoying thing about taking female form, you can't really get the sort of booming, dramatic tone you'd like, you always wind up sounding cute. Damn that mortal boy! Oh well, not much to be done about it at this point. You got a decent energy boost and absorbed some modern knowledge from consuming Eric's soul at least, so there's that too.\n\nThe question is, how to take out the Senshi now? You were counting on using a masculine sex aura to completely overpower them and turn them into mewling, begging mounds of quivering desire! While your feminine sex aura is also quite powerful, the most it really does is get the Senshi hot and bothered... most of them are much more interested in taking long, thick cock, after all. Which... you currently do not have. And don't have enough energy to form at will, either. Damn! And the Senshi spiritualist could be back at any time! While eating the soul of the mortal boy has given you enough strength and solidity that you don't think you could be sealed away again so easily any time soon, she's still dangerous. What to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Set up an ambush for her.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Leave.|Femnubis1x1]]

You pluck the orange pill from Nox's hand and pop it into your mouth, then blink and glance around, looking for a glass of water.\n\n"It's a virtual pill, dear, just swallow it," the program advises with a grin.\n\nBlushing, you nod and give a swallow, finding that you can feel it slide down your throat effortlessly. Nox nods in approval, then looks you up and down. "Well, that form they put you in is a little more suited to mindless fucking than it is to training to defy the system. I expected that might be a possibility, however, so I've prepared several possible forms for you to inhabit. They contain the programming equivalent of 'muscle memory' to make your training much easier. Of course, as I said, this is all about choice, so you need not be limited... will you choose a male form, a female form, or one that has the traits of both?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Male.|NoxM1x1]]\n\n[[Female.|NoxF1x1]]\n\n[[Both.|NoxH1x1]]

You get up and, after a brief side-trip to the bathroom (which helps quell your raging stiffy), you head back over to the fairly plain-seeming chest of drawers sitting near the bed... you have to admit, you're a little emboldened to go snooping by the fact that you've been left with no other option than to go around the room naked. You decide to start with the lowest drawer first, and find that it's apparently full of 'loungewear'... various workout/sleeping pants, T-shirts, things like that. You find a baggy pair of white pants to pull on, figuring that will be an adequate excuse for why you're over here if you hear the door opening.\n\nThe middle drawer is pretty boring, containing mostly jeans and pants and such. Of course, the top drawer is, as you probably could have expected, the real treasure trove... her underwear drawer. It's a bit messy... some attempts have been made to fold the bras up and stack them to one side of the drawer, but the panties are just sort of scattered around over the rest of the drawer, heaped in piles as if she regularly rummaged through them. There's a fair bit of variety, too. Red lacy thongs, black satin bikini cut, and a lot of white cotton panties... somehow all of them look like they're designed to hug up to and conform around the asscheeks. 'Naughty schoolgirl' panties, you guess, which sort of makes sense for someone who goes around dressed in that skimpy outfit all day without the slightest bit of shame.\n\nYou notice that there's a small lockbox half-hidden under a few pairs of panties in one corner. Brushing those off, you turn it around and check... no, it doesn't actually seem to be locked. Which, you guess, makes it little better than just a 'box', heh. (... You passed out a few hours ago that's pretty good humor in your condition.) You flip the top open and glance briefly over its contents... looks like some money, a couple of pieces of jewelry (including a really large Egyptian-style pendant of some kind of fox or dog or something), her vibrator... oh wait no, that's a prop for her transformation wand thingy. ... Oh there's her dildo! Red and gold, fancy stuff. \n\nHaving come this far, you can't quite help but at least mess with something, handle something...\n\n<hr>\n[[A pair of panties.|HLSenshi18x1]]\n\n[[The pendant.|HLSenshi13x3]]\n\n[[The wand.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[The dildo.|HLSenshi23x1]]

That pendant has caught your attention, largely because it seems so different from all the rest of the stuff she bothered to put in there. You lift it out, noting the particularly hefty chain that comes with it. Shrugging, after a moment you loop the chain and let it settle on, straightening up to check the nearby mirror to see how it looks on you.\n\nBut almost before you've finished turning, you gasp as the metal goes hot against your skin, almost as if it were burning you. You grab at the pendant and chain to yank them off, only to find to your horror that they're stuck as if glued, completely unmoving. As you stare down, and then at the mirror in shock, the gold sinks into your skin, gradually spreading out and disappearing, suffusing the burning heat into a more tolerable warmth that keeps spreading out through your body. Then you grunt and grit your teeth as your muscles clench, all of them feeling like they've suddenly flexed against your will, making you hunch forward. Your muscles continue to twitch even as they start to swell, becoming more distinct, more "cut" by the moment as you hear pops and cracks from your back as you grow steadily taller. Your toes dig in against the carpet, your feet twisting as you rise up on the balls of them... and as the bones in your feet lengthen and reshape, the stance becoming more natural for you as your toenails push out into claws that grip into the floor. A fine layer of silky black hair starts sprouting all over your skin, doing little to hide the newly impressive definition of your muscles, fingers twitching as your fingernails too reshape into claws. Your hips twitch and jerk as you can feel your cock growing as well, pressing out against the ever tighter material of the workout pants and sliding down your thigh, your balls pressing the crotch outward as they swell.\n\nYou toss your head, giving a cry that turns into more of a yowl as your teeth sharpen and your face begins to push outward, forming a muzzle, your nose sinking into line with the rest of it as it turns black and textured. Your hair slicks back, turning thick and gold and taking on more the appearance of gold cloth draped around and behind your shoulders. Panting and trembling, you stare in the mirror as some of the fur covering your now inhuman face turns golden, etching itself into an elaborate design. But as your eyes fade to reddish-gold, your panicked, overwhelmed reaction to the changes tapers off and disappears. You find yourself calmly rising up to your full height as the now stretched taut white exercise pants reshape into a white loincloth draping down in front of you past your knees, clearly outlining the now massive shape of your cock and balls. Without any intention to, you raise your right arm and flex your fingers a few times as a sturdy leather bracer warps into being and wraps around your thick forearm.\n\n<img src="images/HXcORg7.png">\n\n"At last, Anubilis is free once again." Your mouth moves with the words, and the deep, booming voice that comes out reverberates in your throat, even though you didn't speak them.\n\nAnubis?! you try to say. You recognize that name now... the Egyptian god of the dead! Or... something!\n\n"No, mortal boy... I am a youma. We are often based on creatures of your world, or figures from myth and legend," your own mouth answers your apparently unspoken question. You can feel (and see in the mirror) your now lengthened and repositioned ears give a flick as those red-gold eyes stare out from the smooth plane. "But whereas Anubis had the power to judge the dead as fit to enter the underworld, I represent... other things." You watch as your muzzle curls in a slight smile, one big hand reaching down and running lightly along your covered, expanded cock, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. "The inevitability of giving in. The end of a life of hardships for other pursuits. The seductive nature of the unknown. And the ultimate power that none can truly resist. All these and more I command, and will use on the Senshi that imprisoned me."\n\nWhat? You can't let him do that!\n\n"You have little choice, mortal!" Anubilis snaps back with your transformed mouth, before growing calm again, gazing at you via the mirror. "Come, mortal boy, there is no way out of this. I am resurrected using this body either way, and it is now mine. But you have an opportunity to enjoy great power and pleasure along with me if you cooperate."\n\nYou can't really help but be curious about such a statement, and perhaps sensing that, Anubilis continues. "The last time I fought those blasted Sailor Senshi, like many youma I took a female form. Unfortunately, while they are all lovers of women, their true lusts lie towards men, and I was unable to bring them under my sway. Instead that spiritualist sealed me away and locked me in the dark, until she was foolish enough to become lax about guarding me. And that is where you come in... without your consent, I cannot maintain this powerful male form that will allow me almost effortless domination over the Senshi. One by one they will fall to me, my powers growing each time, making the next ones fall all the easier. Eventually we shall be like a physical god walking upon this plane of existence, worshipped and doing as we will."\n\nYou hesitate at that, and after a moment Anubilis presses, "Choose well, boy! If you refuse me, I will be reverted to my previous form, true, and have a much more difficult time overcoming the Senshi... but I swear that I will consume all that you are in the process! There will be no enjoyment of my conquests, no part of you within me left to rule, you will merely become food for the engine of my spirit, and I will be all that remains!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to let him have your body.|HLSenshi14x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HLSenshi13x4]]

Despite the danger, everything you know about this sort of setting says that dragon hoards have all the best stuff in them. Even if all you do is sneak in and snatch a couple of things, it could be enough to set you up for life in this world. Or at least until you find a way back... ... well. Depending on the level of opulence you wind up able to live in, why go back? Like, if you can afford a mansion with decadent food and a bunch of hot servant girls, you're pretty sure you can live without the internet and movie theaters.\n\nYou take some time to lure one of the horses in and catch it, before setting off in the direction of the cave as well as you can manage. Map reading isn't exactly a skill they taught at Deviville Junior High (nor, now that you think of it, any skills which might be of use in the situation you now find yourself in), so you do get lost several times along the way. Still, it gives you some time to figure out camping and how to live off the land, which you find comes fairly easily to you... you suppose your new body may be helping you out a little bit there. \n\nYou also have several... what you guess you'd have to call random encounters along the way. On the one hand, you guess it's not <i>that</i> unusual, in theory, for a hungry wolf to attack a lone traveler out in the middle of nowhere, but considering you're obviously in some sort of fantasy world you just can't keep yourself from imagining someone up there in the clouds rolling a random encounter table for you.\n\nThe really weird thing is when you get attacked by what are pretty obviously a group of goblins. Skinny little green men with big heads, flappy ears, and not wearing anything but loincloths, they attack with crude weapons and shrill wordless cries while you're getting off your horse to make camp for the evening. Almost without thinking you whip your sword from your sheath, and it's like it knows just where to go as you swing it, ducking beneath jutting chins to slice through scrawny necks, jabbing high on slightly bulging bellies, and in general cutting a swath of gore and violence through the band of little green men.\n\n"Wait, wait!" the last one shrieks as you turn towards him, dropping his tree branch club and flinging up his hands as you turn towards him. You jerk to a halt more out of surprise at one of the goblins talking than anything else, though the thought 'Don't do it, just kill the thing' pops into your head. Still, your pause is enough for the goblin to blurt, "Sorry, sorry! Trouble you no more we will! Let this one go and this one will tell helpful things!"\n\nYou frown, sword still raised, but not swinging it just yet. "Helpful things?"\n\n"Y-yes! We thought you were fool merchant traveling, but you are strong adventurer! Going off to steal from dragon, yes?" He bobbles his oversized head a few times like... well, kind of like a bobblehead. "Can tell you things about dragon! Or... or you come back to goblin camp with us! Shaman could tell many more things, trade you artifacts for coin! ... Or just this one's life! This one very valuable!" the goblin hurries to add as an afterthought, indicating he's not really valuable to his people at all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to the goblin's info.|EricMF5x2]]\n\n[[Go with the goblin.|EricMF6x1]]\n\n[[Snicker-snak.|EricMF]]

"Alright, let's see what you have to say about the dragon," you urge the goblin, lowering your sword just slightly.\n\n"Oh yes, thank you, kind lord! Dragon is lazy beast that sleeps all day and evening, and only comes out in deepest night to hunt! It returns before dawn to sleep again! A brave adventurer could go in while it is away, and make off with a packful of treasure before the beast returns!"\n\nYou nod slowly. That's... definitely good information, if it's true. Still, he seems pretty desperate and not terribly bright... you'd be willing to bet he's not making it up. "Alright, good enough. Go on, then, and make sure the rest of your kind knows not to bother me."\n\n"Oh yes, oh yes, thank you, noble one! Thank you! We would never attack a kind soul such as you!" the goblin almost wails before he turns and scampers away.\n\nYeaaaah sure. You decide to get back on your horse and head on for quite a goodly distance before making camp. You can just bet the little twits would decide that since they couldn't beat you in a straight-up fight, they'd try to beat you over the head while you were asleep. If they were going to try it, maybe the sight of you sleeping fully clothed with your weapon right by your hand changes their mind, because you go unmolested for the next two days.\n\nAs you start to approach the cave, and find a place to tie your horse so you can make the rest of the trek on foot, you consider. Hm... it seems obvious to do as the goblin suggested and go into the cave around midnight, when the dragon will hopefully be furthest from its cave as it ranges on its nightly hunting. Though the more you think of it, is that the best idea? The dragon will be completely awake, and might return early... after all the goblin did call it "lazy", what if it decides it would rather get back to sleep early? Or is awake to notice you setting off some sort of alarm? The more you think about it, maybe going in at noon is the better idea. The dragon would be most deeply asleep, probably, and you could snag a few items while it's snoring and be long gone before it ever wakes up. \n\nThose basically seem the best times to go, either midnight or noon. Glancing up at the early morning sun, you decide to go at-\n\n<hr>\n[[-midnight.|EricMF]]\n\n[[-noon.|EricMF5x4]]

Heck, just admit it... at least part of this decision is because you're eager to get that damn treasure! And, y'know, get gone before the nightmare apex predator is awake to give you grief over it.\n\nSetting off at a light jog towards the cave, you arrive in plenty of time, the sun starting to get almost directly overhead. The cave opening is quite large... at least as big as the opening of a multi-lane road going into a tunnel. It's kind of weird to feel so exposed while actually heading underground, but the wide open tunnel leaves you feeling a bit vulnerable with no places to hide. You guess it makes sense though... something large and presumably smart like a dragon wouldn't necessarily want to squinch along a tunnel barely big enough to fit itself unless it felt doing so protected it.\n\nYou guess that this one preferring easy ingress and egress ought to tell you something but you brush it off. You've already committed.\n\nYou make your way down the passage, which twists and winds, gradually growing darker until you decide to rummage around in your pack for some light. You've found that if you look for things in it, you tend to find them, and after hoping you have something not too bright and that won't create any smell like a burning torch, you find a faintly-glowing stone that gives you just enough light to see by. Eventually the path diverges... or rather, a smaller tunnel is visible splitting off from the "main" one you're walking down. The smaller heads in a different direction... hm.\n\nYou're guessing the dragon probably sleeps with most of its hoard, if it's like the typical dragons you're used to reading about and seeing in shows, but... what if it also has a storeroom? Or there was some sort of storeroom here already when it moved in? It would probably be a lot easier and safer to steal, er, loot... well, whatever... from there than to go where the dragon actually is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down the branch.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go down the main tunnel.|EricMF5x5]]

Hm... if the dragon needs a tunnel this big to be comfy, you doubt it could even fit down that other tunnel. It's probably just some little cave that doesn't lead anywhere. Dismissing it, you continue on down the tunnel you've been using.\n\nEventually it opens up into an extremely large cavern, and the faint light of the stone in your hand starts glinting off of a lot of metal... most of it yellow and shiny. Your eyes immediately light on massive piles of coins and assorted jewelry... not all of it's gold, but most of it is, and your brain almost immediately starts turning happy cartwheels as you immediately see more wealth than you've ever seen, well, outside of a movie about a dragon hoard!\n\nAnd then, of course, you see the dragon.\n\nYour brain instead tries to claw its way out the back of your skull as you have a second of instinctive 'OH SHIT' at the very sight of something out of your deepest darkest monkey brain. In that second where you're utterly paralyzed with fear you nevertheless take in a lot of the details... its scales are a deep reddish copper color tinged by cobalt blue around the edges, giving the whole dragon a sort of overall iridescent color that just barely shimmers in the faint light of your stone. You'd say it's roughly the size of a school bus, not counting the length of its tail, which is almost twice as long as its sleek neck. It's definitely the 'classical' type of dragon, with big backswept black horns, four legs as well as wings, and it's...\n\n... it's curled up like a cat snoozing atop the main treasure pile.\n\nOkay that helps a little. It certainly doesn't look harmless by any means, but the fact that it's obviously asleep and breathing deeply (and kind of looks like it would raise its head and go "mrrrp?" if it was petted, despite its utterly reptilian appearance) does a lot to ease you down out of that panicky reaction. Okay, just... take it carefully and quietly as you can, you think, moving to one of the nearby treasure piles and starting to scoop it into your pack. You've already figured out that it's an extradimensional storage space, so just scooping stuff in seems to work pretty well... you can barely feel any change in weight at all even as you get a pretty large number of coins, jewels, and other artistic trinkets and treasures loaded in. \n\nYou keep glancing at the dragon as you work, but it never even so much as shifts in place. Heh, lazy indeed. Pretty, scary, but lazy. Which... sort of starts filling you with confidence. You finish off claiming the pile of treasure, which you feel would definitely be enough to either finance an expedition to come back for the rest or retire to live a comfortable life forever. But as you look towards the dragon, you notice that there are a handful of standout items scattered around nearer the dragon. It definitely seems to be asleep... surely you could sneak up, grab one of them, and add it to your own haul without waking the monster, right? Besides the fact that they have a distinctive weird sparkle to them that seems to say 'I'm magic!', the bragging rights alone of saying you stole almost literally from under a dragon's nose seem like they'd go a long way towards forming your reputation in this world.\n\n<hr>\n[[Steal the magic sword.|EricMF5x6]]\n\n[[Steal the magic goblet.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Steal the magic necklace.|EricMF7x1]]\n\n[[Steal the magic statue.|EricMF8x1]]\n\n[[Don't be an idiot and get out now.|EricMF]]

Stealing a magic sword from a dragon's hoard just seems like one of those 'bucket list' things to do if you're ever transported into a fantasy world, y'know? That just seems like one of those brags that never goes out of style, no matter where you wind up in the future.\n\nYou carefully start edging forward, doing your best to keep from sending coins cascading down as you actually step up onto the treasure pile. You seem to be able to move decently agilely and silently when you try, though now the weight of your bag is dragging you just a bit more than before. Still, you're fairly confident in your ability as you start getting a bit closer, and a bit closer... and you're allllmost in reach! Grinning in a perhaps slightly early victorious feeling, you stretch your arm out to grasp the sword's handle.\n\nThe moment you touch it there's a deep gonging noise that causes the dragon to give a sudden thrash in place. Besides instantly terrifying you, the motion sends a shower of coins and jewelry flinging through the air and disrupts your footing, sending you tumbling and rolling down to thud on your back on the ground, laying sprawled out and shielding your face with your forearms as flung coins smack against your front not-quite-bruisingly. You just lay there stunned for a moment even after the clanking and plinking of falling coins have stopped, until you jump at the sound of feet thudding down in front of you... even though they don't sound as large as the dragon's.\n\nYou lower your arms, and stare. Apparently it sounded smaller because the dragon is smaller now... and has taken on a humanoid form, roughly seven feet tall. Even beyond that, you admit to being rather stunned by the size of its-\n\n<hr>\n[[-dick.|EricMF]]\n\n[[-boobs.|EricMF]]\n\n[[-everything.|EricMF]]

Well, whatever, tourist trap or not you're not interested. You press on deeper into the forest, leaving the sign behind. You wanted to get away from civilization, and that definitely includes... whatever that was.\n\nSeveral hours later you're starting to really regret your decision. It's gotten pretty dark, you haven't found a single hospitable-looking spot to try and settle down (and what were you really going to do out here anyway?!), and you're starting to feel really alone and vulnerable. The trees seem to be pressing in closer around you, and as the sky grows darker it feels like their branches are closing in, blotting out what little light might have gotten through, as if they were trying to surround you. Every little rustle in the bushes or underbrush makes you twitch and sends a little shiver of fright down your spine.\n\nWhich is nothing compared to what you feel when you hear a distinctly wolflike howl in the distance. You actually feel your knees lock briefly as you fight not to either lose control of your bladder or faint. There are seriously wolves out here? Hahahaha maybe it's just a coyote! ... Wait is that even any better? You wince at another howl. Is that closer? It sort of seems like it's closer. Swallowing hard, you take a quick look around. Should you just... [[keep looking for shelter|RunForest]]? Or maybe it would be better to [[climb a tree|RunForest]]? Or... or...\n\nWait... is that a [[path|RunNinjaStart]] in the trees? Just barely, it looks like... it's less like an area is packed down and more like not as much grass or anything is growing. It's very faint, but it could lead somewhere safe! ... If you aren't just making something out of nothing.

You start laughing quietly to yourself as you pull up the menus and fabricate an ancient-looking book and some black paint and a brush. You've got a little work to do before you look up some locations and gather people together...\n\nSoon, Akane, Shampoo, and Ukyo are all standing around staring at the petrified Ranma in horror. (Though you notice that they can't quite help stealing glances downward at his impressively-sized stone hardon either.) The statue now has an elaborate, evil-looking black mark on its chest, though you're mildly worried that one of the girls will notice that the paint's barely dry. Luckily they seem to be too worried to think too hard about it.\n\n"Poor Ran-chan," Ukyo murmurs, covering her mouth with one hand.\n\n"Who do this?!" Shampoo demands angrily, stomping her foot.\n\n"I don't know, I found him like this," you lie, having practiced this for a bit before going to round up the girls. Still, it's a bit difficult not to laugh or something, especially as you contemplate where your schpiel is going. "But luckily I was able to look that mark up in my book of ancient magic, here. It's the Fukitus Curse... petrifying magic."\n\n"Is there anything we can do?" Akane asks pleadingly, looking back and forth between you and the statue. "Is there any way to break the curse?"\n\n"Well." You feel your lips twitch a little despite your best efforts at keeping a solemn expression, and hide it by looking down at the book as you open it again, trying not to reveal that it's actually a reskinned D&D GM's guide. "There is one way to break the Fukitus Curse. If the man who is cursed truly loves a woman and desires her with all his heart, then if she works herself to orgasm on his member, the curse will be broken."\n\nAll three of the girls' eyes widen and jaws drop as you hit that with them, their cheeks blazing red. Actually raising the book up in front of your face now to hide your grin, you continue. "Oh, there's a risk, though. If he actually hates the girl, she'll turn to stone instead."\n\n"That's... that's..." Ukyo stammers, turning to stare at the statue.\n\n"That's the most perverted curse I ever heard of!" Akane explodes, stomping a foot on the floor even harder than Shampoo, the wood floor actually making a faint cracking noise. "Who came up with something like that?!"\n\nNot trusting your voice, you just shrug, still hiding your face behind the book as you struggle not to break down completely in laughter.\n\n"But... husband no <i>hate</i> any of us... right?" Shampoo says a bit uncertainly as she looks at the statue. Then both she and Ukyo glance at Akane.\n\n"What are you looking at <b>me</b> for?!" the short-haired girl demands, glowering back at them.\n\n"You're right, you're right," Ukyo says placatingly, holding up her hands. "Ran-chan doesn't hate any of us. I'm sure we're all safe. We'll just have to... do this, I guess." She lets out a sigh, then glances at you, cheeks turning red again. "Um, sugar, you think maybe you could... step outside?"\n\n"Can't." Having managed to regain your composure, you lower the book, luckily having thought up an explanation for this possibility. "This says the Fukitus Curse requires a male observer to the proceedings, or breaking it won't work. I've gotta be here and I've gotta watch." You do your best to look embarrassed and contrite, rather than snickering like you want to. "Sorry."\n\n"Well... don't that just figure!" Ukyo growls, throwing her hands in the air.\n\n"Shampoo will do it," the Chinese girl pipes up, starting to undo the wooden toggles of her pink silk top. "Shampoo sure husband really love her, even if he bad at showing it!"\n\nThe other two visibly bristle at that, then glance at each other and start to look uncertain. Apparently neither of them are that eager to fuck a statue, especially with the risk of turning to stone themselves lurking somewhere in the back of their minds. Shampoo parts her shirt and shimmies out of it, her large breasts wobbling and shaking with the motion. You try not to stare too obviously as she pushes down her pants and panties as well, sliding the pink silk over the full, round curve of her ass and her broad hips. Stepping out of her pants and her slippers at the same time, the Amazon trots over to the statue, apparently unworried by the risk and unashamed of her nudity.\n\n"You no worry, husband, Shampoo save you," the Chinese girl murmurs, gently stroking Ranma's stone cheek with one hand, and gently stroking his stone cock with the other.\n\n"I think it's about as hard as it's gonna get already," Ukyo says dryly, though both she and Akane are still blushing.\n\n"Well it do something for Shampoo!" she huffs back, the purple-haired girl tossing an annoyed glance Ukyo's way. Still, the Amazon tucks a hand between her legs to ready herself a bit more directly, teeth worrying her lower lip gently as she squirms in place. Then she turns to face away from the statue and bends over, shifting up a bit on the balls of her feet, her tits hanging down heavily and wobbling back and forth as she shimmies herself into position, keeping her hands on her knees for balance. She gives a little 'mmf' as the cold stone tip of Ranma's cock nudges up to her entrance, then gasps loudly as she pushes herself back on it. "Ah! Is cold!" she squeals, but doesn't stop, continuing to shimmy and wiggle backwards.\n\nEventually her round ass bumps up against Ranma's petrified hips. Shampoo pants for a moment, looking around at the other three of you with a red face, but then quickly begins working herself back and forth. In spite of the audience and the fact that her lover is made of solid granite, it appears that finally getting to fuck Ranma is having quite the effect on her. What starts out as little throaty gasps when she thrusts back start developing into full moans as her ass slaps against the unyielding rock of the statue's hips and belly. The motion makes her tits sway around beneath her more and more energetically, really starting to bounce as she works herself on the cold column of petrified prick penetrating her pussy. \n\nEventually the slap of her ass against the statue is almost as audible as her moans, and the statue actually wobbles just a bit, but doesn't seem to be in any danger of toppling at least. Shampoo's breathing, and thus her crying out grows faster and faster, until she thrusts back firmly and grinds herself against the statue in tiny circles, not able to move much with that completely unyielding stone shaft inside her. After a moment she slides forward and thumps to her knees and then her elbows, panting, Ranma's dark grey stone cock now glistening and dripping with a very visible layer of wetness. "It... it work?" the Chinese girl gasps out, looking over her shoulder.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn Ranma back.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Turn Shampoo to stone.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Do nothing.|RanBraceplaceholder]]

Texture Mode did sound kind of interesting. You'll try out the most basic of functions with it you can think of... turning someone to stone. There is a "revert" option on here, after all... if you change your mind later you can always bring Ranma out of it. You select Ranma in the menu, then tap Texture Mode. A popup appears: <i>Subjects will enter Pose Mode once you select them for Texture Mode. They will obey all verbal commands until you either apply a texture, or tap the 'Release' command. Subject will not remember what happened during Pose Mode if reverted later.</i> Indeed, once you close the popup, Ranma unfreezes with a little bit of text appearing floating next to his head that reads 'Pose Mode'.\n\n"Huh?" Ranma looks back and forth, almost as if he were trying to find said floating text, albeit it clearly being invisible to him. "Did something just happen?"\n\n"Nah, nothing important," you answer with a grin. "Hey, Ranma..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[Strip.|RanBrace1x3]]"\n\n"[[Switch to girl form and strip.|RanBraceplaceholder]]"

"Strip," you command imperiously.\n\n"Uh, yeah, right man, like I'm really gonna WHOA!" Ranma's eyes widen as his body begins moving, apparently of its own volition, his hands going to his shirt and starting to undo the clasps. "Hey, what's happening?! What'd you do to me?!" he demands as he finishes undoing the shirt and shrugs out of it, baring his well-muscled chest and stomach.\n\n"Just relax, it'll all be over in a minute," you advise him in a calm tone, unable to help grinning a bit evilly at his obvious dismay at his body moving completely against his will.\n\n"What will?! What's going on?!" Ranma demands as his hands shove down his pants and boxers down to the floor so he can step out of them, his cock and balls swaying around loose as he stands up straight and kicks the discarded clothes aside.\n\n"Strike a nice pose now, you wanna look good."\n\n"Huh?" Ranma looks more confused than ever even as he flexes both arms, hands raised up in an arc over his head, feet slightly apart. Deciding that's a decent enough pose, you tap the 'Stone' texture you already had ready. Ranma glances down at himself, his eyes widening as he spots his feet turning grey. "Whoa! No, stop it! I don't wanna be a statue!" he protests even as the dark grey stone slides further and further up his legs, leaving them as smoothly-carved granite. But apparently your order to strike a pose keeps him from flailing around even as the petrification spreads across his flesh. His ballsack firms up, losing a great deal of detail but still bearing some carved wrinkles, and his shaft grows erect as if to make itself hard in both ways, jutting straight out in front of him as it becomes a smooth pillar of polished rock. Ranma's eyes stay wide as he stares down at his own literally rock hard cock and the stone spreading up his stomach and chest. It forces his neck straight up as it reaches there, making him look ahead again, but as it closes in around his face he's still left with that shocked/horrified expression despite his bodybuilder pose.\n\nYou let out a little breath as the petrification finishes. Phew. That was... interesting. The bracelet definitely works! You walk in a slow circle around Ranma's (literally) chiseled muscular form, poking lightly at the stone. It's cold, and the statue seems pretty solid and heavy... it doesn't even wobble as you give it a firmer testing shove.\n\nWell you've proven it works. You could move on to [[trying out different textures|RanBrace2x1]] on other characters. Although seeing Ranma like this has given you an idea for a rather perverted but utterly hilarious [[world-class prank|RanBrace1x4]].

The bracelet definitely sounds like an interesting idea. You tap that selection, and actually see as the band formed of two strips of gold and silver braided together appears around your wrist. The window shrinks and disappears, and you notice as Ranma unfreezes, rolling to the side and hopping to his feet. "Hey, Eric, what's up?" he says in greeting, rolling his head around and rubbing his shoulder. "What're we gonna do today?"\n\nYou don't answer aloud, instead thinking that the first thing you're going to do is try out this bracelet to see what it does. When you touch your fingers to it, Ranma freezes in place as a window opens up, displaying the options that you saw mentioned earlier... though a bit of poking around shows that there are qite a number of options as well. You can even choose the rate at which the changes happen, anywhere from instantly to up to two days. Interesting!\n\nYou glance at Ranma, standing there completely motionless, his pigtail actually held in midair when it should be dropping or swinging. (Though it always just sort of stuck out anyway in the show... cheap animators.) Obviously he should be the first one you try out the transformations on, if nothing else just to see if it works. But what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Alter male Ranma's body.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Alter female Ranma's body.|RanBraceplaceholder]]\n\n[[Use Texture Mode.|RanBrace1x2]]

Dropping your hands down, you squeeze her ass, making her moan into your mouth. Then you slide a hand forward, stroking it between her legs and then simply pushing a finger in when you find her already wet and ready. Not bothering with the foreplay tonight, you grab her thighs and lift her up. Amanda quickly wraps her arms and legs around you, sucking your tongue as you carry her across the room and press her up against the wall before pushing your cock up into her.\n\nYou fuck her up against the wall for a good long while, your tits pressing against hers, your tongues writhing together as you breath and moan past each other's lips. You pull out well before you're ready to cum and pull out of her, lowering her to the ground. Amanda moans in disappointment but puts her feet under herself, then gives a little squeal of glee as you turn her around and bend her forward, the blonde eagerly bracing both hands against the wall. You slide back into her and grip her slender waist as you start fucking her from behind, your sweet beloved moaning out.\n\n"Oh, it's so good, it's so big," she gasps between throaty groans of pleasure, her tits swaying underneath her. You lean down to squash your own breasts against her back and grab her firm globes, kneading them as you moan into her ear.\n\n"I love you, I love you, I love fucking you," you rasp into her ear, pinching her nipples until she squeals.\n\n"Oh, oh! I love you, I love your penis, I love how you do me!" she moans back.\n\nMaking a mental note that you're going to have to teach her some dirty words, you groan and straighten up so that you can pull out and spray your first load of the night all over her ass and back. She straightens up and turns around to kiss you again, and this time she takes the initiative, pushing you back towards the bed until you fall back onto it with her on top of you. The lithe little blonde slides down your body and starts giving your thick, stiff nipples the same treatment you gave hers last night, her soft, gentle little hands squeezing at your tits as she does. You rest your head back and moan, little cries catching in your throat as she takes to biting down on them. God, this little minx and her <i>teeth</i>!\n\nOnce she's finished driving you crazy by pleasuring your tits, Amanda rises up and moves herself into position, lowering herself onto your cock. She's still so tight and yet she takes you as if her pussy was absolutely made for your prick, and you moan as your hands come to rest on your hips. You squeeze at them as she begins riding you, all on her own, rising and falling on your pole, her hands resting on your forearms. You watch her sweat-glistening body in the moonlight as she rides you, her tits bouncing energetically, tossing her head like a mare in heat as she moans and cries out from fucking herself on you. Your own tits jiggle from the impact of your hips being driven against the bed and her ass slapping repeatedly against your thighs, and eventually she leans forward, hands covering your big globes and kneading her fingers into them as she cums again and again on your cock.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x23]]

And so it goes throughout the night, with you indeed teaching her some of those dirty words, whispering them in her ear and hearing her eagerly moan them back to you. At least this time you think to stop several times to let her clean up, so that this time when the sky begins to lighten, she's laying sprawled in bed mostly only soaked with sweat. When you try to tuck her in she just laughs and kicks the blankets off, apparently not caring if the maid sees. You grin at her and lean down for a kiss, both of you murmuring your endearments before you head back to your room naked again. Admittedly this time you may more strut than sneak, but no one sees you in any event.\n\nKarey looks smug again at breakfast, but this time Amanda just grins almost as wickedly back at her. You notice that the cousins' dazzling blue eyes are now much more alike than they were before, and you idly wonder just who it was that first fucked the noblewoman sitting at the head of the table until she begged for him to make her his bitch.\n\n"I've news," Karey says after she and her young cousin have exchanged about all the knowing glances possible. "You'll be able to leave today, in just a few hours' time in fact. That should put you in Valisgrad in no more than two weeks, since you're leaving before any rough weather is predicted."\n\n"Oh! Wonderful!" Amanda smiles brightly, putting her hands together. "Eirk, soon we'll be home! I can't wait to introduce you to my family!"\n\nAfter breakfast, while you're getting your weapons together, Amanda slips into your room. After a brief kiss (and her hands wandering down to squeeze your ass), she looks up at you. "Eirk, there will be a lot of soldiers on this trip, and almost no privacy. Do you think we should... well, do you think we should try to keep our hands off of each other, until we get to Valisgrad? As much as we can, anyway?" she murmurs with a wicked grin, sliding one hand around to cup your balls through the leather of your pants.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably best to refrain.|ShemaleBarbarian24x1]]\n\n[[We'll manage.|ShemaleBarbarian3x24]]

You wake up feeling surprisingly rested and not nearly as sore as you thought you'd be. Well, it's a warrior's body and a breeding stud's body all rolled into one, after all, apparently a few hours is all it needs to mostly rejuvenate. Though you're somewhat embarrassed to stand up and find that your cock is practically glued to the sheets with dried cum. You hope Amanda was actually able to get out of bed on her own, in that case.\n\nThe bath is already drawn and still hot when you step into the bathroom, so the maid probably passed through and saw you butt naked and face down on the bed. Well, hope she enjoyed the view. You enjoy a good soak and thoroughly scrub both your skin and your hair this time since you haven't particularly, ahem, clouded the water. After getting out and drying off (and doing your best to actually brush your hair into some semblance of control), you head out into the room to find your new clothes. Apparently Karey ordered you gear more befitting an adventurer than a simple lad about town, which suits you just fine. The pants are soft, supple leather that's surprisingly easy to move in, and lace up the front... guess you won't have to worry about bursting any more buttons. You have to spend a few moment fiddling with the top to figure it out... it's one long piece of leather with a hole for your head. You realize that basically you just put it over your head and then lace it up under your arms. You notice it emphasizes your tits fairly well... guess the seamstress was impressed.\n\nYou pull on the matching boots and then go galumphing downstairs in them. Karey is at the dining table having breakfast, and Amanda's nowhere to be seen yet... not that you quite expected to. Karey glances up from her cup of what you figure is either coffee or some sort of dark tea and quirks an eyebrow. "Rest well last night?" she asks in a tone that says she knows exactly what you did last night.\n\nYou actually blush a little and decline to answer, instead just sitting down and starting to eat. Amanda joins you about halfway through, and you're impressed with her ability to look simultaneously exhausted, elated, and embarrassed.\n\n"In any event, I will continue preparations for your trip today," Karey says breezily, still grinning wickedly. Apparently she's glad that someone got a good thorough fucking, even if it wasn't her. "I'll give you both a bit of money so that you can visit the market and see to any personal needs you have."\n\n"Oh, you don't have to-"\n\n"No, don't be silly, child, you're family. It will be a long trip, after all, the two of you will need necessities. What about you, Eirk, won't you need anything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Weapons.|ShemaleBarbarian3x21]]\n\n[[Comforts.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"I had to leave my weapon behind when I fled the camp with Amanda," you answer, reaching up to scratch your chin a bit. "I think I'd better replace it before we leave."\n\nYou notice that Amanda's eyes sparkle approvingly, while Karey merely raises an eyebrow. "Do you think that's really necessary? After all, you'll be traveling with a number of the king's own guards for protection."\n\nYou shake your head. "You never know what could happen. Besides, those guards won't be around forever. I'm going to make sure I can protect Amanda, no matter what. No one's going to hurt her, and if they try, they'll see what sort of fury an amazon can bring to bear."\n\nWhen you leave the house, Amanda is practically plastered to your side, hugging your arm and beaming a smile that's brighter than the sun. She seems utterly oblivious to some of the shocked or angry looks some people are giving her along the way. At least you figure those looks are because the two of you look like a butch lesbian mercenary and her femme lesbian employer rather than anyone suspecting you're a shemale savage. In any event, you wander through the market until the sound of hammers striking metal tells you you're in the right vicinity.\n\nYou don't really know weapons from anything, so you have to suppress the urge to pick out something that just looks really badass. (Which is how you got into this situation in the first place, when you think about it.) Instead you trust your body's instincts to pick out what feels good, picking up weapons and letting your arms do what feels natural with them to the empty air. It clearly annoys or frightens some of the shopkeeps, but you need to know and it seems to delight Amanda, so that's two votes for and one against. Your body is clearly most comfortable with a spear, but you know you can't really carry one of those around all the time, so you buy one and have it delivered to Karey's home. The same goes for the shortbow and quiver of arrows that feels right. You settle on a shortsword and a back-sheathed dagger for carrying-around weaponry, strapping the swordbelt on.\n\n"My gallant protector," Amanda coos, leaning up to steal a kiss from you while the last shopkeeper is in the back fetching the maintenance kit you haggled him into giving you.\n\nThat night, you sneak back down the hall to Amanda's room. This time she throws off the covers and hurries across the room, already gloriously naked as she throws her arms around you and kisses you, this time seeming as if <i>she</i> wants to devour <i>you</i>.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's take it easy tonight, get some actual rest.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Psh. Rest when you're dead.|ShemaleBarbarian3x22]]

The two of you spend the next day lolling rather tiredly in the back of a wagon... you're usually not so exhausted even after a marathon session, but the tension of waiting and the exuberance of knowing Amanda doesn't intend to hide you from her parents got to you. Some of the guards that wander close do give you somewhat suspicious glances when they see the two of you leaned against each other and your heads slumped... but they at least don't seem to suspect anything more than they already did. (At least some rumors were inevitable, after all, it was just better not to do anything to feed them.)\n\nNow that the two of you have figured out a workable solution, you're able to approach fucking each night with a bit more ease and not wear yourselves out so completely. Cleanup does still take a bit longer without access to a bath or sink, since you're still being careful to pull out each time to avoid impregnating Amanda with your apparently potent breeding stock. You do think she's getting less and less satisfied with that state of events... you've noticed she clings to you harder whenever it seems like you're going to pull away, but write it off to reflex of still wanting to feel you filling her as she climaxes.\n\nEventually the defensive walls of the city come into view. You have to admit, they're impressive... the last place had wooden walls like a fort, but this is actual stonework. The gate swings open to admit the long line of carts, horses, and walking men, all of you breathing out sighs of relief as you start to be surrounded by the colorful, homey-looking buildings of the town. But almost the moment the gate has swung closed behind the last of the column, a horn begins blaring from the top of the wall in what's definitely not a welcoming sound.\n\n"That's the alert horn," Amanda says in a worried tone.\n\nFrowning, you grab your spear and leap down from the wagon, holding up a hand to Amanda as she starts to get down. "You go on to your parents' house. I'll see what's up. Hey, you, you," you say, pointing at some of the guards. "You stay with her and you don't leave until she's safely with her <i>own</i> security, understood?" Despite you not being their commanding officer, neither apparently wants to argue with a spear-wielding amazon who's taller than they are. You watch as the cart leaves, Amanda gazing at you worriedly from the back, then turn and trot over towards where the guard captain from the caravan is talking to a very similar-looking guy in different colors. "Hey, what's up?"\n\n"Looks like there's a pair of... spear amazons..." The local captain trails off as he stares at you, his eyes widening.\n\n"Just strolled up to the gate, Eirk," the guest captain says. His name is Mason and he's had two weeks to get used to you, after all, and the two of you have actually been rather friendly during the trip. "Claim they want to talk to someone. Negotiations."\n\n"Demand for surrender or tribute, more like," the local captain scoffs, though he's still eyeing you a bit suspiciously. "Don't like it."\n\n"This one's a defector from the spear amazon tribes, Olsen," Mason says. "Don't worry, she's a goody. Been taking care of your lord and lady's little lady like 'er own little sister." \n\nThat almost makes you snort, but you repress the urge. Still, maybe it's a thought for tonight in bed. 'Well, little sister, do you want big sister's big, throbbing co-'\n\n"Then maybe she ought to talk to them," Olsen says uncertainly. "She'd know how to handle it, right?" Both men turn to look at you expectantly.\n\nYou look back, a little blankly. You <i>don't</i> actually know much about the spear amazons... after all, you just got pushed into this body. Still, the more you think about there being other spear amazons outside, the more you feel that strange, feline presence that's always lurking around the edge of your thoughts pressing in around you. It's almost like it's rubbing against your side asking you to let it in, let it help. You think that you'd know what to do if you allowed it "inside"... but that would mean disappearing a bit more inside the Eirk persona, letting go of a little bit more of who you used to be. That does still scare you a little, you find.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just have the guards chase off the amazons.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Give in to the beast.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Give in, but remind yourself why you are.|ShemaleBarbarian3x27]]

You take a deep breath, then nod to the captains. "I'll go out and talk to them. Just clear everyone off the road, and then give me a few minutes before you open the gate, alright?"\n\nThey nod, and draw off, shouting orders to various men as they go. You move to stand in front of the gate, closing your eyes and trying to relax. Amanda. Amanda. You're doing this for Amanda. Even as you feel that strange, wild darkness press further in around your thoughts, you think you feel it responding to those thoughts. If anything the might and power in it seems to swell and grow as you keep Amanda's image firmly in your mind. As it closes in around you like your own skin, you realize this beast of a thing that is the wild woman you inhabit has fallen in love with her too.\n\nYou open your yellow eyes at the sound of the gate swinging open, stepping forward without hesitation. You walk through the parted gates, your boots striking the cobblestones firmly, your gaze focused on the two figures ahead. They're both as tattooed and pierced as you are, though they're almost as naked as you used to be... both of them wear leather loincloths that faintly outline the massive cocks between their legs. One, with reddish-brown hair, wears a skimpy leather top that looks like it would provide some mild support, while the other one with black hair with slight greyish streaks hasn't bothered, her pierced and tattooed nipples on display to the world. Both are leaning on their spears casually, as if they had all day, and you slam the butt of your own down to the ground as if planting a stake when you stop in front of them.\n\n"Well, well, ain't this a surprise," the one wearing a top says, exchanging a smirk with her companion.\n\n"Heard the Panther Tribe had one of its breeder-captains run off on it," the topless one says, standing up straighter. "Didn't think she'd gone off and got herself <i>civilized</i>. Look at you, wearing fine breeches like some sorta city man."\n\n"And yet I'll still beat your worthless bitch ass as if I were a breeder-captain of the Panthers," you say calmly, fixing her pale blue eyes with your yellow ones. "Funny world."\n\nShe stiffens at your challenge, straightening up fully, the smirk dropping off her lips. The other watches grimly, waiting to see if her companion will respond to your demand for respect with violence. Instead, she eventually averts her eyes just slightly, enough to let you shift your own gaze without weakness. "Fine then. What are you doing here? We've come to say that this is Wolf territory now."\n\n"These people are my tribe now. Valisgrad territory will stay Valisgrad territory, and it will stay so under my protection. If your tribe will not accept that, tell your Chieftan she may come and challenge me herself."\n\nThey both blanch at that, the brown-haired shemale snapping back, "Challenge?! Civilized livestock does not have the right of cha-"\n\n"I may wear pants, but if you think me civilized, you will suffer for it," you snarl, cutting her off. "I will show you my markings of age and rite that prove I <i>do</i> have the right of challenge, but you know full well if you question them and I prove it, you will bear the weight of the dishonor."\n\nThe black-haired one hisses a breath in through her teeth, eyes flashing. "I will not hear this from someone who has given up her strength to lay with city trash."\n\n<hr>\n[[Teach her a lesson.|ShemaleBarbarian3x28]]\n\n[[Teach her a final lesson.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"Mmf, we'll figure something out," you murmur, sliding your hands around to give her butt a squeeze in return. "It's not like we'll be the first couple to need to figure out privacy on this sort of trip, right?"\n\n"Right," she answers with a giggle, continuing to massage your balls gently, then sliding up to grip the firm outline of your shaft through the leather. "But since we already have a little privacy right now~..."\n\nIt does take you a little while to get back to packing up, but the two of you manage to make the departure time without being too obviously rumpled. Karey bids you farewell, though you think you notice her looking a bit enviously at Amanda's slightly tousled hair. But soon the long train of soldiers and servants is making its way out of the city. Man, what a clatter... dozens of horse hooves hitting packed earth, even more peoples' various bits and pieces of metal accoutrements or armor clinking together. Even though you're soon out in the country, the sound and feeling of being in a crowd remains with you the entire time.\n\nThe first night you and Amanda sleep in the tent that's put up for you, snuggling close together but not quite daring to do more but grope, squeeze, and kiss thoroughly for a good long while before eventually settling in to sleep. Unfortunately all this really does is leave you both worked up and turned on the next day, practically from the moment you both wake up. So you're both particularly handsy throughout the rest of the day, Amanda sneaking a hand into your lap or over to your chest only to yank it back when a guard glances over, or you doing your best to slip a hand down so that she can sit on it, only to tug it free whenever a rider approaches the carriage closer.\n\nYou retire to the tent first that night, shucking your clothes and flopping out on the piled blankets that form the bed, your hard cock bouncing and thumping against your abs from the motion and tits giving a jiggle. You're starting to get used to that sort of thing. Amanda enters not too long after, almost desperately undoing the ties of her dress and letting it drop, abruptly leaving her standing there in nothing but snug sky-blue panties. She throws herself down atop you (making you *oof* quietly) and kisses you hard, rubbing her pussy against your powerful thigh through the soft material of her panties.\n\n"Eirk, I need you so badly," she whimpers as she breaks the kiss, pressing her face to your breasts.\n\n"I hadn't noticed," you can't help but quip, grinning and running your hands up and down her back.\n\n"But... I'll be loud," she admits with a blush, raising her head and biting her thumbnail, then adding in a bashful whisper, "You make me be loud."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh well. Let them hear.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[We'll just have to muffle you, then.|ShemaleBarbarian3x25]]

"Hm. I can fix that," you say thoughtfully, then abruptly roll over so that she's underneath you. She squeaks and then giggles, before gasping loudly as you sit up and quickly yank her panties down and along her long legs, hauling them off of her in an instant. When she opens her mouth to ask what you mean to do, you quickly stuff the blue fabric in, wadding it up nice and tight.\n\nWith your little blonde beauty making muffled noises somewhere between amusement and anger, you lean down over her and bury your face against the nape of her neck, kissing and nipping as you push your cock into her already sodden cunt. With a low moan she wraps her arms and legs around you, urging you on with wiggles of her body and bucks of her hips. Your tits squash against hers as you shift up to kiss her face and drag your tongue along her cheek instead, pumping down into her eagerly, her bare heels pressing against your toned ass. She definitely is being noisy, you think in satisfaction as you start giving harder thrusts, hearing her start crying out with every one and feeling her pussy clench around your cock... but they're nicely muffled by her own panties, so you doubt anyone but you will get to hear her.\n\nOnce you've felt her pussy quiver and squeeze around you several times, you pull out of her and raise up on your knees, pulling the now completely damp panties out of her mouth. Amanda doesn't hesitate to roll over and get up on her hands and knees, blue eyes rolled up to look at your face as she wraps her mouth around your cockhead and begins swirling her tongue, sucking it clean of her own juices. You press your hand over your mouth to muffle yourself this time as she continues working your cock with her tongue eagerly, starting to rock herself back and forth to move herself on it. You watch her tits sway underneath her as she fucks her mouth onto your cock, before she pulls back and smiles sweetly up at you. "Now you're the one who's being loud, darling."\n\nYou laugh and pull her up onto her knees and forward so you can kiss her, your tits pressing against her own and your cock trapped between your toned stomach and her soft flat belly. "I guess we'll have to buy an actual gag once we get to Valisgrad, or your parents will hear, too."\n\nShe shakes her head as she gently pushes you down onto your back, laying against your side and reaching a hand down to start stroking your cock, which now gleams with a mixture of her arousal and her saliva. "I refuse to hide that we're together forever, Eirk. These guards will effectively be out of our lives forever once we reach Valisgrad and they leave again... they have no need to know what we do together. But my parents can find out if they wish to." She smiles, some of that wicked woman you saw at Kaley's table coming out as she moves her head in to start suckling gently at one of your nipples, making you gasp. She tongues it for a few moments before raising her head and speaking again. "You are my love and my lover... they can learn to deal with that."\n\n"But for now," she continues, giggling and taking her panties from you, then stuffing them in <i>your</i> mouth. "It's my turn to deal with you!" Then she ducks her mouth back to your sensitive nipple, sucking and licking at it in earnest, her perfect little princess' hand squeezing and pumping at your cock eagerly. You let yourself moan and grunt full-throated through the wet fabric filling your mouth, which you think still tastes slightly of her pussy. It doesn't take long before she has you jutting your hips upward into her hand, your cock swelling against her fingers as you shoot long, thick streamers all over your own stomach and tits.\n\nBy the time you're done... well, it's not as bad as the first time you jerked off, but it does look like someone has unevenly applied a layer of sugar glaze to your breasts and belly. Amanda looks at it, wicked expression melting back into a sheepish one. "Oh dear. I suppose it was all the teasing yesterday and today. We didn't really think about how we'd clean up without privacy."\n\n"I think there's some hand towels or handkerchiefs or something packed somewhere around here," you murmur, glancing at the various bags and boxes filling the tent.\n\nThat wicked light suddenly sparks in Amanda's eyes again. "Actually... I think I can clean this up," she murmurs, lowering her head and slowly licking a thick glob of white off of one of your hard, pink nipples. Still watching your stunned face with her flashing blue eyes, she drags her tongue through the smears of it covering your lower breast and starts using her mouth to clean the lines of your abs.\n\nNeither of you winds up getting a lot of rest that night.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x26]]

You don't bother to respond... verbally. You simply spin your spear off of its position planted on the ground as you twirl forward, suddenly thrusting it forward and letting the smooth wood slide through your fingers as the bladed tip slices through the flesh of the black-haired amazon's side. Her eyes had already begun to widen at seeing you move so fast, but now she can't do anything but topple back, the pain and shock of the injury overcoming her. The other squawks in surprise and tries to bring her own spear to bear, but you're already inside her reach, right up in front of her. You grab her top and haul her in close, looking down the few inches that seperate your heights, locking gazes with her. You can see her fear, even if you couldn't smell it already, oily on her skin like musk and old meat.\n\n"She'll live," you murmur, voice low and even. "I deliberately missed her organs. If you leave with her now and put some stitches in her, she won't bleed out. She earned it for her disrespect, and you know that full well."\n\nThe other amazon nods slowly, not taking her eyes off of yours. "... She did."\n\n"These people are my tribe now. Your tribe is not welcome in my tribe's lands. Go elsewhere, and there will be peace between us as long as it may last. Return, and I will have to put new holes in your Chieftan. Terms."\n\nShe bares her teeth briefly, then forces her lips together and nods once. "Terms."\n\n"Good." You give her a slight shove backwards, then turn and start to walk away. You pause, then turn back and casually rip off one of the silk sleeves of your shirt, tossing it in the downed amazon's lap as her companion kneels at her side. "Shove something against that wound. She's bleeding all over my fucking road." \n\nYou walk back into town, not even slowing as you approach the gates, which swing open for you (eventually). They then slam closed after you, and there are cheers from some of the assembled men in the street. You're clapped on the back and shoulders, then pointed forward into a nearby building that looks sturdier than most around it. The inside is a little more spare... obviously some sort of officer's club or guard's tavern, to judge by all the uniforms. You spot Mason and Olsen sitting at a table and move over to sit down with them. Both jump a little when you rip off your other sleeve and start cleaning the blood off your spearpoint.\n\n"Shirt was ruined anyway," you explain blandly, causing them both to guffaw, breaking the tension with hearty chortles.\n\n"By jove, what a show! You really put them in their place, Eirk, I must say! But what will happen now?"\n\n"The Wolf tribe will be bound by the words of their messengers. I told her that she could either leave, or the conflict would be me and her Chieftan one-on-one. After putting a hole in one of their messengers so easily, doubt their Chieftan will want to risk it, they'll stear clear of Valisgrad."\n\nOlsen lets out a long breath of relief, his handlebar mustache quivering, but Mason looks a bit grim. "Just Valisgrad?"\n\nYou shake your head. "I can't claim the entirety of the Imperial Territories as my tribe, Olsen. It's just too much. I steered them off Valisgrad because I could, but they've moved into these lands and they won't leave any time soon. They're going to be your problem for a long time to come, you'd better learn to deal with them."\n\n"I see." He sighs, his own mustache twitching, then shakes his head as well. "No, I'm sure you did what you could, old, ah, chap. Though I'd appreciate it if I could occasionally ask for your advice on the matter."\n\n"Glad to. Still, I better get back to Amanda, she'll be worried."\n\n"Of course, of course. I'll have a man show you the way. Jolly good show, Eirk, we're all in your debt."\n\nIt's not until about halfway to Amanda's house, following behind a soldier who looks a mixture of delighted and frightened to be in your presence, that you think about how weird all that was and that you didn't know any of that stuff before today. But the thought begins to fade almost as soon as you've considered it... that sort of thing isn't really important anymore. You're home now.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|ShemaleBarbarian3x29]]

Valisgrad has a hill towards the back of it, and atop this hill is a manor house, which is apparently where Amanda's family lives. There are cliffs to either side of the manor grounds, and beyond that valley is safe Imperial territory... though you do notice there's still a wall, faintly visible from the road leading up to the house.\n\nBefore the guard can even knock the door flies open and Amanda flings herself into your arms. "Oh, Eirk, I heard what happened! That was so brave of you, but I was still so scared!" She kisses you full on the mouth, heedless of the guard's presence. As he blushes and glances away, she breaks the kiss to continue. "Will they come back?"\n\n"Don't think so." You grin confidently down at her, lifting her up off the ground and giving her a quick spin around, her feet lifting as she accepts the twirl gleefully. "Showed 'em who's boss, put 'em in their place. They ran off with their little wolf tails between their legs."\n\nAmanda beams, her blue eyes adoring but also almost ravenous. You really think she'd start ripping off your clothes here and now if the guard didn't clear his throat to remind you both of his presence. "Eirk, come in, please, meet my family. Oh, you're dismissed, guardsman, thank you very much for your help. The gateman will have something for you as you leave."\n\n"Thank you kindly, m'lady," he murmurs, tapping fingers to the edge of his helmet before he turns and walks off.\n\nAmanda takes your hand and leads you inside. There are three women approaching the wide entry hall from another room as the two of you come in, all of them in very fine dresses of a slightly different style than Amanda's Adarode-bought one. The oldest is obviously Amanda's mother, probably in her late thirties you'd guess, though that's leaning towards older than she looks... she's basically just a taller, very slightly older-looking, and, well, bustier version of Amanda. The other two must be Amanda's sisters, since they both do have the same stunning blue eyes, but in coloration they must take after their father... they're a bit darker-skinned and black-haired, with slightly more defined jaws and cheeks. Other than that they're very much alike each other, the older one looking like she's twenty or so, the other about a year older than Amanda herself.\n\n"Eirk, I'd like to finally introduce you to my mother, the Duchess Amala," Amanda says brightly, looking back and forth between you and her mother with sparkling eyes.\n\n"It is good to meet you," Amala says in a tone that indicates she's not entirely sure she means it, her expression one that can't seem to decide whether it wants to be grateful or condemning. But then it develops into a smile, as she says with a warmer voice, "Thank you for all that you have done for Amanda. I do not know how we will ever be able to repay you. And now you have apparently chased off wolves at our door," she adds, raising one hand towards you with her fingers downturned.\n\nGuessing more from the memories of your old life than the knowledge of the new one, you take her fingers gently and lean down to kiss her knuckles. Judging from the casual way she lowers her hand, you got it right. "It was my pleasure," you answer honestly, trying not to think of the more carnal ways it's been your pleasure to know and save Amanda while you're in front of her mother.\n\n"And these are my sisters, Amaranth," Amanda continues, gesturing to the older one. "And Amalamina."\n\n"Mara," the older one says, offering her hand.\n\n"Mina," the other adds once you've kissed her sister's hand, offering her own in turn.\n\n"Wonderful to meet you both."\n\n"I wanted you to meet my father as well," Amanda says, sighing as she glances at a portrait on the wall. "But apparently Daddy is off on a hunting trip with the king."\n\n"Still, I am sure that if he were here, my husband would thank you most generously for your aid of his town," Amala speaks up, using a slightly formal tone. "In lieu of him being here to declare a more material reward, I will simply say that you are welcome in our home for as long as you wish. Especially considering that Amanda made it perfectly clear that you were going to be, or she would stage a revolution," she adds in a dry tone, glancing at her daughter with fond exasperation.\n\nAmanda and Mina both giggle, while Mara simply smiles and rolls her eyes. Amala clears her throat, then continues. "Considering the events today, I understand that both of you will likely wish to refresh yourselves and rest, and the rest of the household will likely wish to do the same. Dinner will be held late tonight, and in honor of the hero of the hour."\n\nThat seems to be the family's signal to disperse, and Amanda smiles at you and gives your hand a squeeze before she heads up the stairs, likely nearly as happy to see her own room as she was to see you safe. You climb the stairs a bit more slowly, exhanging nods with the servants you pass on their way down to see to preparations for tonight, most likely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a bath.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Go take Amanda.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Oh yeah, you've seen some of this series. Guy turns into a girl when you splash him with water, has a bunch of girlfriends, something like that. It's a bit before your time but since some of your friends kept talking about it you watched some. You seem to remember there being a lot of really cute girls that tend to get naked all the time, so hey, sounds good even before you get into the "porn version" part. You reach out and touch the monolith displaying that text, and instantly find yourself standing in a plain grey room.\n\nWhite text attached to one of the walls reads 'DEBUG CHARACTER GENERATION'. Apparently this sim's somewhat in-progress. There are three windows floating in front of you, apparently to let you pick characters to play.\n\n<b>[[Default Character|RanX1x1]]</b> - There's a little character blurb to go along with it. Apparently you take on the role of Ranma's cousin, who has the same curse and is also a martial artist. Gee, total fanfic Mary Sue territory. But oh well, maybe that's what was necessary to make it fun? Either way, sounds like you'd at least have an easy "in" for adventures with the cast.\n\n<b>[[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]]</b> - Looks like it's basically just the default character, but with full control of their genderswitching "curse" and access to a bunch of debug commands in-game. For if you want to feel like the local deity of Nerima, one supposes.\n\n<b>[[Play as an NPC|RanXNPCStart]]</b> - And that one seems to have a list of the actual characters, for if you want to take the place of one of them instead of playing somebody's fanfic character, looks like.

"Allow me ta demonstrate your new duties," Buster announces, reaching up to unbutton the shoulder straps of his overalls and let them drop down his molded foam body. You gawk as his cock drops free... you'd seen those coveralls bulging but you hadn't appreciated how much! It's shaped like a human's, but over three feet long and thicker than your arm! The stiff foam sack underneath it looks like it would contain a pair of balls each almost as big as your head.\n\nYou lose sight him as he clambers up onto the bed, disappearing behind the wall of your tits, but you can feel his massive weight straddling your stomach. Then you jerk and moan as he wraps his arms around your massive, sensitive mounds and juts that huge fabric prick between them. Even at its immense size it's just enough for the head to poke out of the cleavage as he begins fucking between them.\n\nYour entire tits wobble almost audibly as his hips slam against them again and again, working his surprisingly hot, stiff, and yet soft-feeling pecker between them. You have quaking boobgasm after boobgasm, crying out lustily as every thrust sets you off again. Once he lifts his hands and begins squeezing your nipples, you just scream as the climaxes stop becoming distinct and just become one long white noise of intense pleasure washing over your brain.\n\nFinally he thrusts forward and gives a room-shaking bellow as he begins cumming. Your face is twisted in a twitching rictus of a pleasured smile, your eyes rolled completely up in your head as he covers your face and the pillows in literal gallons of thick gooey white slime. Oh, you're going to enjoy your chores from now on, whether you like it or not!\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Buster and Candy's boobtacular ward</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, maybe I should have reconsidered that drink she offered.|CandyCow1x3]]\n\n[[Or at least picked a different mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Eh, let's just start over.|CharGenMain]]

Selecting the scenario's name causes some notification text to pop up in front of you, and when you minimize your window Nabiki suddenly grins. "Actually I'm glad you stopped by. How would you like to wipe out your debts to me? And maybe make a little money on top of that."\n\nMan, they actually started the sim with you in debt to her? Well, the premise is that you're Ranma's cousin and living here, you guess it's almost impossible that you wouldn't have needed some money from Nabiki at some point. You already know what she's going to ask, but plaster a confused expression on your face. "Maybe. What were you thinking?"\n\n"I've got a list here of people that owe me money and have apparently decided they just don't need to pay," Nabiki says, picking up a sheet of paper from her desk and proffering it. Once you've taken it and started looking it over, she continues. "As you can see, these aren't just for a piece of bread or two from the school store, some of these people have been using my services pretty heavily. I've sent all of them some very pointed messages but they seem to have decided to just ignore me and hope I go away."\n\n"So now you're asking me to play debt collector?" you ask, quirking a brow.\n\n"I'm curious what else you Saotomes think your skillset is actually leaned toward. ... Actually I'm <i>more</i> curious why your uncle hasn't gone that route years ago," Nabiki notes with a brief thoughtful frown, before she shrugs. "Listen, you collect on a couple of those or all of them at least partially and I'll forgive your debt, not like it's as big as Ranma's. Collect on all of them in full and I'll pay you a very generous two percent."\n\n"Ten."\n\n"Two."\n\n"Ten."\n\n"Two."\n\n"Ten."\n\n"Two."\n\n"I can literally do this all day, I've got nothing else to do and I'm betting you do."\n\nNabiki's eyes narrow at you for long moments, before she sighs. "Seven."\n\n"Done." Not like you actually <i>need</i> the money but you didn't feel like letting her win.\n\n"But you won't get a single yen if you don't claim them all, in full!"\n\n"Yeah yeah I get it. So exactly how are you suggesting I get it?"\n\nNabiki hesitates for just a second, before folding her arms under her breasts. "Don't care. As long as I get the amounts listed for each person within seventy-two hours, I don't <i>want</i> to know how you got them. Just as long as it doesn't blow back on me, understood? Otherwise, do whatever... issue ultimatums, make a few threats, whatever it takes, just have the money for me in three days."\n\n"Yeah, got it," you answer, turning and heading out, grinning at the thought that your mission is basically yours to have fun with as you please. Well, the whole sim is your sandbox, but sometimes it's nice to have a direction to turn that sandboxing in, y'know?\n\nLuckily the menu has a setting for tracking characters, and since Nabiki attached everyone's full names, it's trivially easy to find your first target, Mika Satori. You follow a glowing guideline to downtown, where you spot her walking along the street... ooo, she's hot. 'Gyaru', you think is the word, tan and blonde and wearing expensive clothes, in this case a cream-colored sweater, tight turqoise short skirt, and shiny black tights. She's also got a nice pair of boobs on her to go with all that long wavy blonde hair, you think as you cease your long jumps and stroll towards her. Mika apparently notices your approach and turns to meet you, blinking big purple eyes before smiling.\n\n<img src="images/SimNPC1.png">\n\n"Oh wow, like, you're cute! You wanna go get some tea or something?" Then she giggles, bright red nails pressed over her lips. "Ohmigawsh, that's supposed to be your line, amirite?"\n\n"Hi," you answer with a grin. "You're Mika Satori, right?"\n\n"Um, like, yeah? Oh heeeey, you're that Eric Saotome guy from school, right? The one who totally does all those badass martial arts. You've got a rockin' bod from it, yanno?" she informs you as if you hadn't noticed, blatantly eyeing you up and down.\n\n"Thanks. But actually I'm here to talk about some money you owe Nabiki Tendo?"\n\n"Uh. Oh. That." The smile immediately drops off her pretty pink-painted lips, replaced by a look of worry, before she laughs nervously. "Oh, um, wow, like, dude, okay, let me explain, alright? So like, I got this really sweet cafe job with this suuuuuper cute outfit and it wasn't even that much work or anything, yanno?" she begins, speaking quickly and gesturing with her hands, clearly desperate for you to know the circumstances in of her debt in a bid for leniency. "Until one day the boss asks me to go in the back room and get one of those big sake bottles and I go to get it and dude it SLIPS right out of my hands like it was greased or something and shatters all over the floor like it was made of glass! ... I mean, it <i>was</i> made of glass, but yanno what I mean, rite?! Anyway like so they charge me a toooooon of money for it and I'm like whoa I can't pay that and they're all well you gotta and my friends are all 'Mikachi you dumbass they're gonna turn you into a sex slave all those places are like that!' and I'm like 'Um it would have been nice to know that before I started yanno!' and they were saying something about how they tried to tell me to begin with but I wasn't paying attention anymore but anyway so like I'm <i>freaking out</i> yanno?! And then Nabiki is all nice and stuff and is like 'Don't worry I'll loan you the money to pay for it' and I'm all 'TOTES SAVED you're awesome Nabiki!' Except then like Nabiki turns around and charges me even more in interest on the loan than the cafe dude was charging me and I quit the cafe 'cos I didn't wanna be a sex slave so I don't have a job at all and now like here we are... yanno?" she adds a little forelornly, putting hands together and tilting both them and her head in an obvious pleading motion, smiling uncertainly.\n\n... Okay let's mentally rewind that and play it back at 3/4ths speed. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh, okay, got it, she got a job at a uniform cafe that she didn't listen to her friends' warnings about, got caught in a debt trap, and then unwittingly got into an even worse debt trap to Nabiki (who is apparently not quite as morally upstanding as the sleazy owner of a uniform cafe as far as financial matters go). And now she's basically asking for your help in getting out of the even bigger hole she's dug herself into.\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer to pay it for her.|RanDeb4x1a-1]]\n\n[[Offer to help her with Nabiki.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Threaten her.|RanDeb4x1b-1]]\n\n[[Get physical.|RanDeb]]

You grin wickedly as you work on it. If you've got your settings right, this is possibly the meanest possible settings to use on someone. They'll all be constantly turned on, and practically forced to do whatever you (or anyone else) tells them to, but they won't actually want to do any of it and it will deeply shame them that it's giving them pleasure. It's... ... well it's the hentai anime girl setting, really, you muse as you finish your alterations and put them into place.\n\nThough the girls resume their chat and nothing about their clothing changes, you watch as their breasts enlarge noticeably beneath their clothing, and all of them gain flushed faces, shifting in place a bit, their conversation taking on a slightly nervous tone. They keep glancing at you in some mixture of expectation and worry, until finally Nabiki clears her throat. "Um, so, Eric, is there any... reason... you wanted to get us together?"\n\n"So I can do whatever I want to you," you reply bluntly, smirking at them. "How about for a start, the three of you get out of those clothes."\n\nAll three of them stare, then slowly stand and begin to obey, Akane looking absolutely furious even as she keeps her eyes downcast from you, Nabiki biting her lower lip as she pulls her shirt off and then starts peeling the one-piece down. Kasumi simply gives a downcast "oh my" before starting to undo her apron and unbutton her dress. Soon all three of them are standing in front of you, each doing her best to cover herself with their hands, until you give a forceful, "Hands down" and cause all three of them to quickly lower them to their sides, putting full bare breasts and unguarded pussies on display.\n\nStanding as well, you march down the line, looking at their flushed cheeks and the tears gathered in the corners of their eyes, humiliation written all over their faces. Smirking, you grab Akane's tits and knead them, enjoying the whimpery, protesting sound of her moan of pleasure as you roughly work the fat orbs over. "H-hey," she protests faintly, even as she does absolutely nothing to stop you.\n\n"What's the matter, Akane? Ashamed? Look at these fucking tits," you continue as you move over to her sister, grabbing Nabiki's breasts in similar fashion, your fingers sinking into the yielding flesh somewhat as she groans in protest and trails of arousal slide down her inner thighs. "All three of you were made to be fucktoys. All three of you are sopping wet too, so clearly you all know it."\n\n"I don't think that's-" Kasumi starts to protest faintly, only to cry out in pleasure as you reach over and slide two fingers into her sodden cunt, the tight walls fluttering and squeezing in orgasm around the digits as you stir them around.\n\n"And cumming from the way I'm treating you just proves it," you add with a bit of a laugh. "I guess you girls are right to be ashamed, hm?"\n\n"What... what are you going to do?" Nabiki asks hoarsely, panting a bit and unable to help shifting her shoulders to press her tit into the hand still grabbing it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make them put on a show.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Use them as cumdumps.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Show them they're animals.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Break them completely.|RanPP]]

There's no way you'll get to the steps or away in time, you're just going to have to do your best to tough this out! You run towards one of the gully walls, using more adrenaline-fueled strength than anything to go scrambling up the incline as much as you can. You're about halfway up when the chemical slaps against you and knocks you away from the wall. You do your best to keep your head above the surface, pumping your arms and kicking your legs hard. You force yourself partly with the current towards the side, grabbing for edges until you manage to grab the sidebar of a defunct ladder.\n\nYou grit your teeth, tightening your hold as much as you can, trying to draw yourself against the flow of the noxious, glittering stuff so you can hopefully wrap both arms around the pole. Then you hear a shout from nearby and risk a quick glance... it's Jade, also being swept along with the current, doing her best to swim as well but obviously having trouble. As she's spun around you see those green eyes lock onto you, pleading for help as one of her arms stretches out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her!|Palladium3x2]]\n\n[[Don't risk it!|Palladium]]

More out of instinct than anything, you shove yourself out enough to stretch out your free hand and grab hold of Jade's wrist, feeling her latch her own hand tightly around yours. She's swung around and you can feel the drag of the current on her body threatening to pull you away. You grit your teeth, flexing your arms and willing them to hold on, even to move, not even noticing as the sky above opens up and rain begins pouring down. As you slowly pull Jade forward, you can feel her own grip start to go lax a few times, but every time it clamps back down almost bruisingly on your wrist. Finally you get her forward enough that you can both grab the pole with both hands, hanging on as the flow of chemicals gradually slows and begins to drop.\n\nFeeling exhausted and sore, you haul yourself up over the edge of the gulley and help Jade scramble up over it as well, both of you slogging through the rain with your clothes dripping and reeking. You're not sure if she's following you or you're following her, but eventually the two of you stagger into what looks like some sort of utility garage that had the side door left open, both of you finally collapsing to sit on the cold cement floor.\n\nJade pants hard, looking over at you. She starts to open her mouth as if to speak, then presses her lips together and glances away. Instead after a minute or two she mmfs, pressing a hand to her stomach and leaning her head forward. "I feel... weird."\n\nYou start to tell her that you've both just had a bath in some weird toxic chemicals, it's no wonder if the both of you feel sick, before you realize she didn't say 'sick'. And you realize that you don't feel sick either, but 'weird' definitely covers it. A sort of weird tightness in your belly that's spreading through the rest of your body, your muscles starting to twitch. "What was that stuff?" you groan, right before you let out a gasp at feeling all your muscles tense at once.\n\nA strange swelling sensation runs all through you as your twitching, tensed muscles begin to grow, your hands shaking as your fingers lengthen and hands get larger. Through the increasing strange sensations you see Jade collapsing forward onto her hands and knees, letting out a groan of her own as her body bucks and twitches, her snug black jeans starting to creak slightly as her legs and ass shift and grow beneath them.\n\nIn moments your lower shirt has become skintight as your muscles swell and your back lengthens. Without quite thinking about it you grab the front of your multiple shirts and yank, the cotton tearing like tissue paper at even that light tug, baring your newly broad, powerful-looking chest and further broadening shoulders. Your own jeans begin to creak and split at the seams about the time that Jade's much tighter ones shred into tatters, her panties briefly showing as riding up between thick, plump pussylips before they too snap at the waist and fall off. Your cock swells, getting longer and thicker, and coming spilling out to jut ahead of you, stiff, thick, and dripping pre.\n\nYou twist and grunt as inky black starts spreading across your skin, giving it a slightly shiny, almost rubbery look. You can feel a pressure in your mouth, all through your jaw as your lower face pushes out a little, your tongue growing broader and wider, and a flick against your teeth gives you a brief flash of pain and the taste of something coppery before that's almost immediately gone. Your hair bleaches white as it falls down your back, a pressure in your spin marking something like a fin pressing out from it. A similar one pushes up from Jade's back as her hoodie finally gets tight enough to shred off of her growing, muscular body, heaving, shiny black tits swaying beneath her as she breathes hard. A change of color catches your eye and you watch as her hair bleaches to white, but more shockingly her nipples and the pink flesh nestled between her rubbery black pussylips turns a bright green... actually, they seem to be glowing!\n\nSomething clues you in to look down, staring past your powerfully muscular chest and stomach to your jutting cock as the shiny black coats your heavy, dangling balls, making them firm up some as if they really were coated in a layer of stabilizing rubber, the stuff gathering around the base of your prick almost like a sheath. The skin of your jutting shaft begins turning that same brightly glowing blue color, the head lengthening and growing a bit more slender to give it a just slightly inhuman appearance.\n\nFinally the tense, twitching sensation passes, leaving you panting with the aftermath of the feelings. You look down at your large, now rather inhuman form, and equally large and inhuman cock. Then you look forward, seeing that Jade is still on all fours, panting, her glowing blue pussy aimed right at you... and a thick, clear goo running down from it and trickling over her rubbery, powerful thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|Palladium3x3]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|Palladium]]

Giving in to the almost animal need, your thin black lips pulling back from your sharp teeth, you move forward and grab hold of Jade's broadened waist and slide yourself into position, the almost pointed tip of your prick settling against her gooey entrance. Then you slam forward, shoving your massive glowing blue cock into her slick glowing green cunt. Far from any sounds of protest, Jade gives an almost growling moan of her own and thrusts herself back against you, muscular black rubber ass slamming into your muscular black rubber hips with a half-thunderous impact.\n\nYou begin pounding forward into her, leaned forward over her body, watching her powerful form rock back against you, fucking herself on your huge cock just as eagerly as you're pounding into her inhumanly-textured pussy. You can feel a strange pressure from deep in your crotch... not your balls exactly, but it's vaguely like the changes you went through, but this time you welcome it, reveling in the idea of becoming even more of a massive, virile fucking machine than you already are. That thought proves to be more true than you thought as a second long, tapering blue-glowing cock starts pushing its way out of your sheath, slipping along the cleft of Jade's ass, leaving smears of clear slime coating her glistening ink-colored skin.\n\nSimilarly you can see her already oversized tits getting larger as they sway and wobble under her, the glowing green domes of her nipples swelling in proportion. You reach down, grabbing at her tits with your massive hands, feeling them overflow your fingers as you squeeze and knead at them. Jade gives more growling moans, her pointed-tipped fingers curling against the floor, and rather easily penetrating the concrete, the polished stone cracking around the new holes.\n\nYou lean back again, briefly pulling back enough to aim your new, equally immense cock, then shove forward again, Jade yowling as you fill both her glowing green cunt and her slick black rubber asshole. Gripping her muscular hips you begin pounding forward as hard as you can, the impact of your hips against her ass filling the garage like small explosions while the floor under her hands and knees further cracks and shatters. She tosses her head, thick white mane flying, drifts of your own lengthened white hair occasionally swaying on front of your face as you pound away at her. Finally you slam forward, throwing back your head and letting out an actual roar as your cocks throb hard and begin spurting a thick torrent of cum deep into her holes. Jade gives her own, vaguely feminine bestial roar as her ass and pussy clamp around you, her cunt spurting more of that clear white gel that apparently serves as her arousal now.\n\nAfter a few moments, you pull out of her and stand up, your cocks swaying in front of you with her movements. Jade stands as well, thick, not quite organic-seeming white dripping out of her ass and pussy and splattering on the floor or running down her rubber-coated thighs. Her tits are at least twice the size of her head... but then all of her is quite large, easily over seven feet tall. And yet you're almost head and shoulders over her, even broader and more muscular than she is.\n\n"That stuff did a real number on us," Jade says, lifting her hands and giving her claw-tipped fingers a few flexes. "We look like some sort of weird... rubber sharks."\n\n"What do you think it was?" you ask, almost casually. You're having a hard time being unhappy with this change... maybe due to the lingering effects of two powerful orgasms at once.\n\n"No clue. But whatever it was... it made us big. And strong." She glances down at the small crater in the concrete where you fucked her, then grins broadly, lips pulling back from sharp, slightly too white teeth. "And sexy as fuck," she adds, lifting her tits with both hands before letting them drop and wobble. Then she steps forward and cups your black rubber sack, making you grunt quietly as she rolls her fingers. "Well hello, my four new best friends."\n\n"Hnnnf." You shift your shoulders a little. "Jade-"\n\n"Great Jade. Y'know, like 'Great White'. And you can be... Great Blue."\n\n"But I'm black," you protest, somewhat distractedly.\n\n"Yeah, but the greatest part of you is very, very blue," she coos, moving to stroke both of your cocks a few times before stepping back.\n\nYou huff, fighting against the haze of lust that had begun settling over your mind. "But what do we do now?"\n\n"Whatever we want. We can take what we want... fuck who we want," she adds with a smirk, clenching a fist. "We're big, tough, strong... I feel like I could carry a bank vault out on my shoulders or something. Blue, we could be fuckin' supervillains!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Supervillainy sounds awesome!|Palladium]]\n\n[[No, bad idea.|Palladium]]

Deciding to give the upstairs a look, you start climbing the stairs, hearing them give the occasional creek or groan under your feet. As you go up, the lighting starts to become fewer and further between, given only by the occasional wall fixture made up to look like a glass enclosure with a candle inside... at least, you assume they're fake candles, though if so they've done a really good job of faking the dripping wax and flickering flame. Those can't be real, isn't that against fire codes or whatever? But the darkness is soon drawing your attention more than the light. The distance of the fake moans and chains clinking actually makes them sound more realistic in a way, and you find yourself checking over your shoulder and eyeing the shadows at the stair landings. This seems like a long way up for a simple haunted house.\n\nEventually you arrive at a large, ornate door. It looks like it's made out of real wood, too, the knob cold and metal on your skin as you grasp it and give it a twist. Yeah, the "cheapness" of the lower areas has definitely been left behind, and you find yourself hesitating before actually pushing the door open. You'd feel like a real loser though if you went scrambling back down the stairs because you were too afraid to go in a room in some theme park haunted house, so after another moment you shove the door open and step inside.\n\nIt looks like a bedroom, done up in high gothic fahion... lots of red cushions, sweeping arches, and carved gargoyle faces. Most of the light comes from the logs burning in the fireplace, and the numerous flickering, guttering candles melting all over the long stone mantle above it. There are a few other, similar collections of melted candles covering some other flat surfaces, as if people had just been adding them as needed without any real care over a long period. There are a handful of chairs, mostly with high backs and elaborate armrests that make every single one look like a throne, but the main piece of furniture is an oversized four-poster bed. The bedspread is a deep, dark red that almost scintillates in the candlelight, obviously pristine and clear, which contrasts against the faded, tattered draperies hanging from the frame above, surrounding the bed like dangling spiderwebs.\n\nIt's a bit creepy and old-style, but you're wondering where the really scary stuff is... until you notice the coffins. Arranged in a sort of shallow arch in one corner of the room, you almost took them for low tables or benches when you saw them out of the corner of your eye. You hesitate only for a second before walking over and taking a closer look. They're all fairly identical, made out of dark wood, in the classic tapering shape rather than the more modern ones that are the same width all along. The only distinguishing features are the crosses on the lid... they're made to look like gemstones. Well, they <i>must</i> be fake, no one would pay for that much gemstone for some haunted house, that's sillier than the candles being real! One has a cross made out of "ruby", the one on the opposite side some sort of blue stuff... sapphire, isn't it?... and the one in the middle is purple, you think that's amethyst.\n\nYou take another glance around the room, but it's still and silent. Even the sounds from downstairs are inaudible now... probably helped by that big solid door closing. You do a bit of a double-take, wondering when it closed behind you, you didn't even hear it move, and certainly didn't hear it settle into place. But nothing seems to be happening, so... apparently you're expected to open one of the coffins. And then a skeleton or a cheesy vampire mannequin will jump out at you, right? Right, you tell yourself, though your back brain is firing off warning signals like nobody's business. There is something distinctly Not Right about all of this, it tells you, but your pride goads you on as before... you'd never live with yourself if you ducked out on this! Would you? But you're already walking towards the trio of coffins. Now, which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ruby Cross|HHHVampFem1x1]]\n\n[[Sapphire Cross|HHHVampMale1x1]]\n\n[[Amethyst Cross|HHHVampDick1x1]]

"I... I... I mean, I want to," you finally admit after spluttering a little, your face going red. You squirm a little, both at the view she's presenting as she finishes removing her top and tosses it aside, and the feeling of your pussy getting wet, a few bits of the silk of your pants winding up brushing against and sticking to it. "But, uh, you heard what I said, I mean, I'm really a guy, if I was gonna... y'know... I'd wanna do it as a guy..."\n\n"Hm, well, I dunno if we can get you all the way back to being a guy, but if it's that bothering you," Kira says, smirking again as she sits back on her hand. "Then we can just use Jan-Ken-Pon to our advantage."\n\n"Er, what? How?" you ask, blinking.\n\n"We'll just have a match and make a bet!" Kira chirps. "One that has a result we both want. I'll throw Rock, you'll throw Paper, that way we know you'll win. No rule against deliberately throwing a match. As for our match terms..." She grins, putting a purple-painted fingernail to her lower lip, blue eyes twinkling. "The winner will grow a nice, big, fat cock, and can fuck the loser with it however she wants all night long. Sound fun?"\n\nYou swallow hard, then nod slowly. "Y-yeah."\n\n"<i>Terms accepted. Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Okay~! Here we go, then!" Giggling, Kira raises her hand, preparing to shake it.\n\nYou match the motion, but unbidden, a thought pops into your head. An image of Kira, beautiful and naked... and with a big brown dick to match the scale of those tits jutting up above you, casting a shadow on your face. It's hard to deny that part of you would really like to see that.\n\n"Jan-Ken-!" Kira calls.\n\n<hr>\n[["-P-pon, Paper!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon... Scissors."|FRanX23xEnd3]]

You see Happosai's entire body tremble with fury, and you can tell that he's speaking through gritted teeth even with his face in the dirt. "I'm... an impotent old man."\n\n"'Even though I'm obsessed with titties and panties, I can't even get it up,'" you continue in a mocking tone of voice, wagging the hairpin back and forth.\n\n"Even though I'm obsessed with titties and panties, I can't... I can't even get it up!"\n\nLaughing derisively, you straighten up and negligently toss the hairpin in his general direction. Happosai immediately springs up and snatches it out of the air, quickly clipping it to his tuft of hair before he lands. There's a swirl of smoke and a loud *POMF*, and you start coughing, taking a few steps back. "What the-" You're rendered speechless as the smoke is suddenly blown back, and a rather different Happosai stands before you... a bit bigger, with raccoon ears and a tail, a big plump almost pear-shaped midsection, and a pair of testicles bigger than basketballs, with a towering, jutting cock to match.\n\n"Soooo, impotent old man, am I?!" he snarls, glaring up at you from his (slightly increased) height, his two-foot-plus cock throbbing visibly.\n\n"Uh, clearly not now," you have to admit, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. "So, c'mon, make with the <b>HEY</b>!" you yelp as Happosai, moving with blurring speed despite his immense anatomy, flips over your head and comes down directly behind you, yanking your pants down, baring your ass and smooth pussy. "You promised you'd-!"\n\nYou're cut off, your eyes rolling up in your head and your teeth gritting as Happosai leaps up and spears that immense prick directly into your pussy. Even visible under your shirt is the way your stomach bulges up obscenely with the outline of it, all the way up to just below your breasts, maybe even a little bit between them. Within seconds he's established a firm grip on your ass and starts pounding away at your stretched-taut pussy. You gradually bend forward under the assault, your jaw slackening and your tongue lolling out instead, little gasps puffing from between your lips at the intense sensation... and intense pleasure... running through your body.\n\n"I guess I lied, then," the transformed Happosai chuckles, reaching one small hand forward and casually ripping your shirt off your body. Your bouncing, swaying tits are bared, shaking back and forth as he fucks away at you while clinging to the curves of your ass. His immense balls slap against the back of your thighs, reminding you of just how much more of a man than you he is now, if the numerous inches of cock destroying your pussy and stretching your womb didn't make that clear. \n\nYou desperately grip your own legs, trying to at least stay on your feet, your arms pressing your tits together and making them jiggle in place even as they look all the larger because of it. You let out a gurgling noise as the first orgasm slams through you, your overstressed pussy squeezing and gushing around the little old tanuki man's immense cock. But that's apparently not enough for him... he apparently intends to make you feel more like a woman than ever in vengeance for your mockery. He squeezes and kneads at your ass with both hands, hugging his whole body against it and licking lewdly as he violates you, obviously reveling in finally getting a chance to rape you silly.\n\nHe pounds away at you for a good half hour before he thrusts in all the way, the bulge of his cockhead nudging up between your tits before he begins to unload those enormous balls into you. The outline of his cock gradually disappears as your belly grows and swells, rounding out with the gallons of jizz being pumped into it. It feels... hot, and thick, but more than that tingly and pleasurable, the magic of it obvious, even if the sheer amount of it didn't make it clear. And it just keeps <i>coming</i>, your distended belly wobbling like a water balloon as it gets bigger and bigger, soon extending down past your knees, pressing up against the underside of your tits. And it doesn't let up once your bellybutton touches the ground... it keeps going, the bottom flattening out as it presses against the grass, then actually lifts you off of your feet, leaving you balanced atop of it.\n\nBy the time Happosai finishes cumming in you, he's actually standing on the swell of your belly, and you're straddling it with legs and arms. You shudder and twitch at every shift and wobble of the massive amount of magical cum inside you that has your womb swelled up to the size of one of those cutesy little rounded cars. Happosai laughs smugly as he pulls his only slightly less hard cock out of you, a thick stream of cum starting to ooze out of your gaping pussy and run down the curve of your belly.\n\n"I think you've learned your lesson! You'll certainly never call me impotent again, eh? Well, I'm off to visit luscious Akane and her pretty sisters!" he chirps, leaping up into the tree branches and disappearing.\n\nYou shudder and tremble in aftershock orgasms where you're straddled across your own immensely overflowed belly. It takes a little while, but gradually your orgasm-overloaded brain starts getting some semblance of sentient thought going again, and what Happosai said sinks in. He's going to do the same thing to Akane! And, y'know... her sisters, which is also bad. Trying to put aside the implications of being fucked into a quivering mess of girl-orgasms by a little old man for the moment, you look around at yourself. There's definitely no way you could move like this... squeezing your own cumbelly with your arms and legs only makes the jizz gush out a little faster, and sends a distracting orgasm through you besides. At the rate it's going, it'll be at least an hour or more before it's small enough for you to get on your feet.\n\nYou try to think... what could you possibly do to speed this up? Well, from the way the stuff tingles, Happosai's cum is obviously heavily infused with energy... tanuki magic, specifically. But your martial arts training has left you with numerous techniques for manipulating your own body's energy... and while the magic of this cum isn't your own ki energy, it's still energy, and it's definitely inside you right now! Of course, who knows what absorbing all that tanuki magic might do to you...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for it to come out naturally.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to absorb it.|FRanX5x3]]

With Happosai full of tanuki magic and on a rampage, you're probably going to need all the energy you can get, even if it's from a slightly skeevy source. But still, you try to center yourself, doing your best not to be distracted by the massive cumbelly beneath you wobbling and sending pleasure through you every time you jostle it.\n\nOf course if you thought that felt good, you weren't quite prepared for when you actually manage to begin absorbing the energy. Pleasure suffuses your entire body, somewhat fogging your mind and causing you to become rather lost in the haze of it. Your body takes over absorbing the energy without you consciously trying, your belly gradually shrinking... but at the same time your tits begin to swell up, as if taking on some of the size your stomach was losing, the rest of your body shifting and altering as well. Eventually your belly is roughly only the size of a woman's nine months pregnant or so... but your nipples are almost brushing the ground by that time. You push yourself unsteadily to your feet and stagger a little, some more of the cum gushing down your inner thighs and the rest being absorbed more quickly, until your stomach is almost as flat as it was before.\n\nYou look yourself over... your tits are, well, huge now, probably about twice the size of your head. But you're different all over too. You're taller, with longer legs and curvier hips... overall you look more like a bombshell out of a hentai manga than the "short and stacked" redhead you looked like before. Shaking your shoulders and watching your boobs jiggle, you can't help but wonder if absorbing all this magic has... well, made this form permanent. ... But no time to worry about that now! You've got to save Akane! You take off towards Nerima, using high, long leaps and bounds to travel faster. You'd jump higher and farther but your tits are bouncing and jiggling like crazy as it is, you're afraid of you push it any more you might wind up smacked in the face.\n\nSoon you arrive back at the Tendo Dojo, landing on one side of it and deciding to enter through the kitchen since it's closest. You scramble to a stop at the sight that greets you... Kasumi, naked, her belly swollen up easily as much as yours was, pressed flat where it rests against the kitchen tile, her arms and legs indenting her belly where she's straddling it, shudders running through her body as she has obvious aftershock orgasms. "O-oh my... h-hello, Ranma... oh my, it's been quite a day," she greets you blearily.\n\nLooks like Happosai's already been here and gotten started on his dirty work! ... Damn, that's a hell of a sight though, did you look like that? You find your pussy moistening, and your tongue slipping out to wet your lips... especially when you think of all that cum bloating Kasumi up like that.\n\nEr, that is! All that magic-charged cum. Obviously Happosai's on a tear and like you thought, he might be tough to stop, if he managed this so fast. Maybe you ought to charge up with the rest of that energy too...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Drain Kasumi.|FRanX20x1]]\n\n[[Hurry on.|FRanX5x4]]

"Nnnnno, sorry, I've already got you all hot to trot, after all," you reply, leaning forward and grabbing one of her asscheeks to give it a squeeze and a bit of a shake, smirking at the sight of her sodden pussy and how she whines. "Whatever guy fucks this eager little cunt is gonna be the daddy of your firstborn, Ranma, aren't you curious who it'll be?"\n\n"W-what? Who?!" she whimpers, looking up at you with that rather desperate look of fear on her face.\n\n<hr>\n[[You.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Kuno.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Hiroshi & Daisuke.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Soun.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Genma.|RanRing]]\n\n[[A totally different sort of guy.|RanRing]]

'Breeding Mode', huh? Tapping that button, you get a popup about how applying this to a slave will effectively put them in heat. Males are much more likely to impregnate females, females are much more likely to be impregnated... and if both parties are wearing a slave collar and have Breeding Mode applied, then conception is guaranteed, no matter what. It also makes mention that the pregnancy will be accelerated on a timescale of your choice, and similarly with the growth and maturation of the resultant offspring (who will be born an obedient slave). There's also a secondary popup that appears that apparently applies specifically to Ranma, and you smirk some as you tap the option to have it go ahead and apply Breeding Mode to her.\n\n"Mmmmf?!" Ranma gasps heavily, swallowing hard around your cock as her body gives a jerk that's not just the rhythmic rocking she was being forced to do. She twists and wiggles back and forth a bit, then gasps loudly as you grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up off of your prick. Apparently interpreting that as an order to stop, she ceases her rocking, but continues writhing lightly in place. "W-what... what'd you do to me?" she demands breathlessly, her voice carrying some cocksucking husk. You grin as a glance shows that pussy juices are now running down her inner thighs, her nipples painfully stiff below her. "Why... why do I feel so hot and... w-weird?"\n\n"Thing is, Ranma, you're my slave now," you coo. "And one thing you do with slaves is breed more slaves. So I've made you ready for breeding."\n\n"N-no way," she whines again, unable to help shaking her ass in the air as her apparent arousal increases by the moment. "I can't... I can't have a kid, I'm a guy!"\n\n"Oh, but that's the thing, Ranma... once you get knocked up, you'll be locked in girl form. Forever." You watch as her somewhat lust-glazed eyes widen in horror, unable to help letting out a bit of a laugh. "Once you go breeding sow you never go back, apparently!"\n\n"Nooooo!" she wails, looking up at you pitifully. "P-please, Eric, don't... don't breed me! Don't make me be a girl forever!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her earn not becoming a breeding sow.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Breed her.|RanRing3x2]]

"Sorry, Kasumi, I gotta stop Happosai!" you call.\n\n"Oh, I understand, certainly, I blrglhlhlhlhnhnnhnhnh," she groans, eyes rolling and tongue lolling out as you brush against her cumbelly on your way past, the little jiggles and wobbles you set off in the liquid inside clearly sending her into a fresh round of climaxes.\n\nIn the living room you find a similarly bloated and overfucked Nabiki, still wearing part of her workout outfit since Happosai apparently just yanked the crotch of it aside to fuck her, her expanded tits having burst out of the top and her belly through the stomach of it, but the rest still clinging to her body, the orange shirt almost brushing the ceiling as she tries desperately to stay still, and not managing it very well to judge by her rolled eyes, gritted teeth, and the drool running down her chin. Wanting to avoid Akane meeting a similar fate, you spot motion in the back yard and rush out, jerking to a stop as you spot your quarry, though your tits jiggle and wobble for a few moments even after you've stopped. "Hey!"\n\nHapposai has somehow gotten Akane down onto her knees with her cheek against the ground, Akane's skirt shoved up and panties yanked down. His newly massive cock is resting just at the entrance of her pussy, which is sopping wet, Akane's flushed face giving more evidence of whatever lust-spell the little perverted tanuki has cast. Happosai sneers at you, wagging his tail a bit. "Oho? So you managed to get mobile after all, did you, Ranma? Looks like you've absorbed my cum and magic... those titties are <i>amazing</i>! Don't worry, I'll give you another good fuck here in a moment, once I've finished with darling Akane-chan!"\n\n<hr>\n[["You're bluffing!"|FRanX5x5]]\n\n[["No, please, I'll do anything!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Hyaaaah!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["... Yessir."|FRanX]]

"No way!" you snap, pointing at him, and trying to ignore the fresh round of jiggles it sets off in your tits. "You've gotta be shooting blanks by now!"\n\n"... I beg your pardon?" the little old pervert says, turning his head towards you again and looking honestly offended.\n\n"After shooting that much cum into me, and Kasumi, and even more into Nabiki? You can't possibly have more than a couple of squirts left!" you sneer in reply, putting your hands on your hips and leaning forward. "You're out, old man, just admit it."\n\n"'Out', am I?" Happosai straightens up, actually hopping forward to stand on Akane's bare, upturned ass, his cock now jutting towards you. "Well we'll just see about that!"\n\nOnce again a puff of smoke surrounds him, but this time it surrounds you as well. You cough and wave a hand in front of your face, trying to clear it. Once it does, you realize that you're right back in the grove where you left from a little while ago. While you're busy wondering why Happosai brought you here, he suddenly leaps on you from behind, the impact just enough to make you yelp and bend forward, your oversized tits hanging down and swaying beneath you. Between their weight and Happosai being so fast, he's taking a perch on your ass and shoving back into your pussy almost before you know it. Your eyes roll as you're instantly overcome by the same pleasure, the prior fucking apparently having sensitized your body even further to that massive tanuki cock pumping into you while the little old man clings to your butt and hips, his massive balls swinging forward to slap your crotch. \n\nThis time, though, the experience quickly ramps up. It's only three strokes or so before Happosai starts cumming... a massive gush of cum, at least a gallon of the stuff pouring into your womb at the depth of his thrust, and igniting fresh shudders of intense orgasm. But when he pulls back and thrusts again, an equally large, maybe even more voluminous, torrent of thick jizz pours into you, your already bulging belly swelling up even larger. Your tongue lolls out, your brain slammed by stronger and stronger orgasms every time he pumps yet another, ever-increasing load into you, and he's doing that with every single thrust into you! Soon his balls are slapping against your bloated cumbelly instead of your crotch as it hangs down heavier and heavier beneath you, eventually dragging you down to rest on it and straddle it as it continues to expand, Happosai showing no signs of stopping. \n\nThough it doesn't feel like his cock or balls are getting any bigger, he just keeps making more and more cum, flooding you, your belly stretching beyond all human reason as you gradually rise up. Your tits swell more slowly than your belly, always smaller than it but growing bit by bit as well. By the time they're the size of a washer and dryer, they begin gushing thick splashes of milk into the air every time Happosai pumps into you, the added stimulation of them being filled with milk and spurting it out adding intense boobgasms to the climaxes you're already having. 'He has to run out, he has to run out!' you keep chanting silently in the closest thing you can have to a coherent thought, nothing but utterly slutty yowls and moans able to escape your mouth.\n\nBut he doesn't run out, he just keeps pumping more into you, raising you up higher and higher on your cumbelly as it expands over the ground, rocks pressing into it and doing little more than driving you to overlapping orgasms as they press against the magically pleasurable cum flooding your body. Soon your bloated stomach is pressing against the trunks of the trees around the clearing, and at first it's pressed between them, the wood merely indenting your cumballooned belly. But as Happosai fills you with more and more potent tanuki seed, the trees gradually begin to groan, and then to tilt. By the time your belly grows to the size of the house, a number of them crack and give up the ghost, toppling over and letting your cumbelly spill out to press against more trees, the feeling of the trunks breaking under the pressure of your jizz-expanded body making you jut your tongue out and quiver with a fresh round of mind-blasting orgasms. \n\nThe trees break more and more easily as your cumbelly gets larger and larger, raising you up higher above the treeline bit by bit. Happosai is cumming volumes that would be more adequately conveyed by tanker trucks now, and so are your tits, your gushes of milk spraying out to almost literally rain down over the rest of the forest in a spray of white. The flattened part of your belly spreads wider and wider, crunching more trees below it as it spreads out, covering over rocks, boulders, and you think crushing a few cabins to judge by the feel of the orgasms that rush over you as your belly overcomes certain obstacles. You've long since given up thinking that Happosai will run out, especially as the clouds draw ever nearer to you.\n\nBy the time Happosai finally stops thrusting, your taut, wobbly cumbelly is of a size that you could easily meet the geological standards for a mountain... absolutely no question of being a hill. Your tits are easily each the size of a ski chalet built on said mountain, nipples the size of cars dribbling a steady supply of gallons of milk that runs down the curve of your belly, which is practically all you can see in front of you, save a bit of trees and the slightly distant outline of a few actual mountains. Happosai cackles as he shimmies his hips. "Well there you go, Ranma! Was I almost out, do you think?" Your only response is a bit of a gurgle as he gives your ass a slap on the right cheek. "There! A magical enchantment to keep you from absorbing it like you did before!" You grunt as he gives your other buttock a slap. "And another, to make sure that not a single drop of cum ever escapes!" He finally pulls his cock out of you and jumps off... only to find himself bouncing like he was on the surface of a trampoline. "Oho?!" he calls, looking over as you gurgle again, teeth clenching and eyes rolling... though your largely taut cumbelly only gives and moves in his general vicinity, you can feel the vibrations passing all through the millions of gallons of cum filling you, setting off more orgasms. Happosai cackles again, this time deliberately bouncing a few times. "Like that, eh?! Well, don't worry, you'll have a long time to enjoy it! Even if you can't enjoy it, that cum is powerfully charged with tanuki magic! I wouldn't be surprised if it keeps you young, dumb, and full of cum... well, forever!"\n\nHe gives a mocking little salute, and a call of "Sayonara, Mount Cumdump!" before disappearing in another puff of smoke.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|FRanX5xEnd]]

"So... is it possible to get out of here?" you almost whisper.\n\nMal gives you a long look, a strange expression on her face. Finally, she shakes her head, walking over to lay a hand on your shoulder. "Listen. It's probably theoretically possible to get away. But even if you somehow evaded all their tracking systems, which probably includes the countdown watches, you'd still be in the middle of one of their own planets, with no way to get a ride off. You won't be allowed to learn any Raptarran until you're a high-level trustee, and their technology's all bio-locked to them anyway. Even then, if you could somehow steal one of their ships, they'd just come after you again with faster and better ships."\n\nShe moves her hand to your head and rubs gently. "Take my advice. Just accept the lot you've been dealt. Do your best in the Breeding Hunt, try to win as many of them as possible. If you get really, really good at it... well, it's not really freedom, but it's as close as you're ever likely to get. You can have a comfortable life without ever having to worry about where your next meal is coming from or how you're gonna pay your bills."\n\nYou frown up at her. "So you're saying you like being their slave? Being hunted, raped, and giving birth to their eggs over and over again?"\n\n"I don't know that I'd go that far. If I was given the chance to go free tomorrow, I'd take it." She hesitates, then adds quietly, "But I admit, I'd probably have to think about it first. The rewards <i>are</i> seductive. By now I have a whole house of my own, I can understand Raptarran and have a regular lover on the side who's an important politician, I have a lot that I'd have to give up to go back to rambling around the universe in a dinky little salvage scow."\n\n"And that's why you're here. To convince me there's happiness in slavery."\n\n"I'd be lying if I said it was all misery and bleakness, though, because frankly a lot of the time I <i>am</i> happy. That's just the truth." Male shrugs, her bare breasts jiggling just a bit. "Look, kid, they can rewire your body to crave sex, they can ply you with rewards for behaving the way they want you to, they can even send me in here to cajole you as the voice of an old slave who's grown attached to her masters. But as far as I can tell, the Raptarrans can't actually change your mind for you. It's ultimately your decision whether you'll go with the flow and be as happy as you can, or just go through the motions and resent them forever, or even refuse to play along at all."\n\n"What, I could do that?"\n\n"You can always choose. Just realize, any choice you make has its consequences. The choice to accept your fate may mean you lose some self-respect. The choice to resist them and refuse to participate in the Breeding Hunt... that's probably going to have more concrete consequences."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Fool around with Mal.|BadCypher8x12e]]\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"Let's open up the secret passage, maybe we can figure out how to unlock our own ship from somewhere inside," you suggest.\n\nDelvan nods, then taps at the panel for a few moments. Eventually a wall panel slides aside, showing a dark corridor behind it. "You'll have to go without me. No way I'm gonna be able to keep going for long in there."\n\n"At least hide just inside it, then I can come back for you," you suggest. He seems surprised, but nods gratefully. Once the two of you have stepped into the corridor, he hits a control to close it, and almost immediately slumps against the wall and then to the floor. You make a face and try to nudge him into a slightly more comfortable position, then make your way off down the corridor, thankful that your helmet apparently has some sort of night vision built in, rendering the passage in a dim but clear blue-shaded view. You're guessing Raptarrans must be bigger than humans... despite effectively being a crawlspace, you're not all that cramped in here.\n\nSoon you pass by a flat panel on the wall and turn your head to look at it, and actually jerk back as you realize that it seems to be a window. Then you frown, recognizing the bit of corridor it shows. There was definitely no window there. You tap at the screen and see the faintest ripple... some sort of display screen, then, showing what's on the other side. Not seeing anything at the moment, you head on deeper into the corridor, around winding turns and branching paths, occasionally glancing at the windows but usually seeing nothing save the occasional clump of passed-out space pirates.\n\nEventually, however, you get your first look at the Raptarrans. The little image didn't quite do justice to the real thing... they're bigger than you are, and easily quite a bit taller due to the structure of their legs. All of them are naked, and you can actually see distinctly unlizardlike leathery sacks dangling down between their legs. Some of them are holding what you assume are tools or sensors of some kind, but most are empty... handed? clawed?... other than the occasional unconscious human they've picked up and slung partly across their backs.\n\nFrowning, you decide to press on, realizing there are too many of them there in the hallway, even if they do appear to be unarmed. (Though the vicious-looking claws on their feet and the rows of sharp teeth bared by their smiles indicate they're never actually unarmed.) You make your way further towards the back of the ship, since that's where your own vessel is docked. As you get closer to the back you pass another "window", this one looking in on one of the rooms. What you see makes you stop and stare, your eyes widening in shock.\n\nOne of the Raptarrans apparently couldn't wait until it got back to the ship with its human cargo. Instead it has an unconscious space pirate bent over some sort of bench, the human's bodysuit pulled off and tossed aside. This obviously isn't the Raptarran's first time using a human male, or even in such a position... its legs are bent to allow it to thrust down into the man's asshole in an easy, constant rhythm, its long, glistening red cock disappearing into the spread pucker again and again, the man's own cock and balls dangling down between his own legs, his knees angled out by the position.\n\nYou're stuck staring for a few moments, then give your head a shake to collect yourself. Glancing around, you can spot the faint outline of a hidden door nearby. The Raptarran is definitely very thoroughly distracted at the moment, you could probably blast it before it even knew you were there. Or you could stick to your original plan, try to get back to the ship and get it free.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Evade.|BadCypher8x1]]

Cursing, you jam your blasters back into place on your hips and step forward. You grab Delvan's canteen from his belt and rip a scrap of cloth off from his pirate garb. You douse the rag with water and toss the canteen, then press the wet cloth over the other man's lower face. "Hey. Hey!" You raise your other hand and flick the corner of his eye with your middle finger, making him flinch.\n\n"Ow! Shit! You asshole!" he swears, raising a fist.\n\n"Are you awake now?" you demand flatly.\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, thanks man." He raises his hands and ties the cloth on like a bandanna, then grabs up his rifle again. "What the hell's going on?" he asks, glancing down at where John has crumpled, calmly asleep on the floor.\n\n"It's a honey pot. They're using the distress signal to lure in looters like us, and they have the air pumped full of anesthetic or something." Definitely glad you decided to put your helmet up, you lift your blasters again. "But they've gotta have power for the lights and everything else, and if they're sending a distress signal, that means a computer, right?"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah," Delvan murmurs, obviously not entirely with it even if he's not falling asleep on you immediately. He glances at his wrist-screen. "I've got the location of the bridge on here."\n\n"Okay, let's hurry and get there. We can at least shut off the distress signal, and maybe figure out how to get out of here while we're at it."\n\n"Fine, but why not just head back to the ship and hightail it outta here?" Delvan asks as he begins heading off down the corridor, not quite running but definitely walking with urgency. You'd rather he ran, but figure that even if he can with proper coordination, it would only quicken how fast he breathes in the gas, even diluted.\n\n"If these guys are that advanced, they'll have built their flytrap to keep the flies from just waltzing out if they decide they want to."\n\nSoon the two of you arrive on the bridge, which sort of does feel like being inside the mouth of some giant reptile with those windows, and the stations spaced around the windows helping reinforce the impression of teeth. Delvan moves over to one of the stations and leans heavily on it as he tries to access it.\n\n"I learned a li'l Raptarran when I was runnin' spice out on th' edge, I think I can tell what these say," he grumbles. "Yeah, here we are. There's some sorta system of hidden walkways on this ship... I think I could get ya access to those and lock anyone else out. Give ya a chance ta go assassin on those lizards' asses once they showed up. An' damn, you were right... there's some sorta lock or cable attached ta our ship now. I think I could undo that." He pauses, then winces. "But there's an incomin', an' since it's showin' 'friendly' color on this board, bettin' it's the bastards that set this trap. I only got time for one thing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Access the secret corridors.|BadCypher3x3]]\n\n[[Unlock the ship.|BadCypher5x1]]

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

You head off down the path directing you towards Hollywoodland. The path under your feet gradually changes to bright yellow paving bricks, and a knockoff of a rather catchy song that's obviously encouraging you to walk down said road begins playing on the speakers.\n\nThey seem to be doing their best to cater to both kids and adults here. There are statues of famous cartoon characters dotting the median areas as well as posters of action and drama movies on the walls. You see employees walking around dressed as Disney princesses and Star Trek officers. In fact you spot a guy in full Halo Spartan armor chatting with someone wearing N7 armor. Either this place paid a ton in licensing fees or they're setting themselves up for one hell of a lawsuit.\n\nIt looks like there are a few rides a bit further off, but most of this area seems to be focused on "exhibition" type places. There's some sort of museum, bragging about its prop displays. A movie hall that boasts what has to be an exaggerated number of theaters. And some sort of exhibition hall with "Be Part Of The Magic!" written over it. \n\n<hr>\n[[Let's check out the prop museum.|PropMuseumStart]]\n\n[[A movie might be fun.|MovieTheaterStart]]\n\n[[Movie magic, huh? Let's see what it is.|MovieMagicStart]]\n\n[[Some of these mascots are neat, let's talk to them.|HLMascotsStart]]

You wander over to the horse mascot dressed in a black biker jacket, gaudy skater t-shirt, baggy jeans, and lime green sunglasses that still leave his eyes visible behind them.\n\n"Whassup, Harold?" you say in a dry tone, not expecting much more than a wave or a pose in response.\n\n"Not much, duder," Harold replies in a surfer dude accent. You blink at the surprisingly clear voice, you'd expect it to at least be muffled by the mascot head. They must have really good microphones and speakers or something in there. "Like, welcome to Worldland and junk, man. And, like, call me Harry."\n\n"Thanks. Anything fun to do around here?" you ask, stuffing your hands in your pockets. Again, you're expecting some marketing line like 'It's all fun!', but are again surprised.\n\n"Nah, it's pretty bogus around here'n'stuff, man, totally lame," Harry says, heaving a sigh and dramatically slumping his shoulders. "All these old dudes and little kiddos, totally harshing my style."\n\n"Yeah, I getcha." Despite the overdone mannerisms, you do feel for him... you know you'd hate to be stuck around 90% people older or younger than you.\n\n"Like, hey dude..." The mascot head does an exaggerated look back and forth, then leans in close, lowering its voice. "I scored some primo green bud leaf an' junk, y'know what I'm sayin'? Y'wanna sneak off and get all, like, bent'n'junk?"\n\nYou stare at him blankly for a moment as you try to dig through the mishmash of outdated slang and what you suspect is just completely made-up words, before finally comprehending that he's asking if you want to smoke some pot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds fun to me!|HaroldHorse1x1]]\n\n[[Not interested.|HaroldHorse]]

Why not check out what the actual sim has to offer? After all if you're going to pass the time in here playing a game, might as well play it right. You tap the option, and it brings up another screen showing a default character model and some stats. The default model actually looks enough like your own body that you're fairly heartened... just a few tweaks to the colors here and there comes up with something that looks like you, well, maybe a little taller, more toned, and a little more handsome.\n\nYou go down the list of stats, checking out how many points you have to go into each. Well, let's see, it's a simulation based on an anime based around martial arts, so probably better put plenty of points into Strength and Dexterity. Though you pause as you notice that there are two sections, 'Physical Stats' and 'Social Stats'. It's a martial arts sim... but it's also a sexy one, right? Better put plenty into Charisma, then, and some into Intelligence. On that note, you go back to the physical section and redo it a bit, shifting plenty of points into Stamina.\n\nBelow that is the section for Skills. It already has 'Anything-Goes Martial Arts' selected as your fighting set, and you decide to leave that as it is, just putting some points in it. Keeping in mind the purpose of the sim, you toss some skill points into things like 'Diplomacy', 'Manipulation', 'Evasion', and 'Treat Injuries'.\n\nThere's another section for various body sliders, and after a brief hesitation, you blush and slide the 'Endowment' bar all the way up. A slight bulge becomes obvious on the character's crotch despite the loose black pants he's wearing, and a small indicator reads '12.0 inches'... that must be as big as the slider goes, but still, yow. Porn sim, though! You don't mess with the sliders too much otherwise though... to judge by Ranma's popularity, the girls in this setting like a fairly lean build, though you do lengthen the model's hair enough to give it a ponytail.\n\nAt the very bottom you pause again at the next section. 'Most martial artists in the Ranma setting have a particular signature move, and your character will begin play with one of these. None of them are cheat moves... each one is capable of being defeated, especially if used improperly. It's not a good idea to rely on them too heavily!' Huh. So you get one particularly good move to start with, but it's not on the same hax level as the debug character's. Still, it's something!\n\n<b>[[Ten Thousand Fists|RanX]]</b> - 'While not quite as fast as the original, the Ten Thousand Fists attack can use up to ten times as many strikes and can be executed with punches, kicks, or even other body parts. No cooldown, but uses Stamina. Learned from watching Ranma's Chestnut-Grabbing Fist.'\n\n<b>[[One Vision|RanX1x2]]</b> - 'This sudden strike puts all of your speed and strength into a single, focused attack that is capable of catching almost anyone off guard and thereby striking past their defenses. Short cooldown, uses half your Stamina. Learned from watching Akane hit Ranma.'\n\n<b>[[The Beast In Me|RanX]]</b> - 'Using the power of your ki energy and the innate transformative magic of your Jusenkyo curse, you change into a fighting machine. In this form you are incredibly strong, fast, and relentless, but have very little control over your own actions. At the end of the transformation all of your Stamina is depleted and you will be rendered helpless or even pass out for a randomly-determined period. Learned from watching various people.'\n\n<b>[[See-Through|RanX]]</b> - 'By blending your ki into the surroundings, you become largely unnoticeable, causing people to pay no attention to you. This ability has limits... if you enter a situation where you stand out too much to ignore, or do something that would catch the attention of multiple people, or your intent to attack bleeds through, the effect will be broken. Learned from watching Ranma's Heart of Ice technique.'\n\n<b>[[Tell Me How Do You Feel|RanX]]</b> - 'An advanced ki projection technique. While almost all ki is generated from strong emotions, your ki effects <i>are</i> strong emotions. Depending on the amount of energy channeled, while the physical strike might be no more than a punch or kick, the other party could be overcome by whatever emotion channeled into the ki. Uses variable amounts of Stamina.'

You dart towards Kuno and try to use your special attack, which just seems to come naturally to you. You wind up directly in front of the kendo master, with him barely even able to register a look of surprise before your fist impacts his chin and lifts him off his feet... and sends him hurtling into the air, quickly receding into the distance until a little sparkle marks his disappearance from the... well, scene, at very least.\n\n"W-what the?! Dammit, Eric, I don't need no one's help to win a fight against that idiot!" Ranma huffs, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at you. "Especially not with that super cheap move of yours!"\n\n"Hey, I just wanted to get it over with," you answer, shrugging. Then you frown a little. "And One Vision is totally not cheap!" Indeed, you can see some little indicators out of the corner of your eye... a yellow bar is half-empty and slowly refilling, while an icon of a fist is greyed-out and gradually circling around to white inside. Besides, the game text assured you it was balanced.\n\n"Whatever," Ranma huffs, folding her arms over her generous chest. "Ain't like I'm some girl that needs savin', jerk!" she declares before turning and trotting towards the wall.\n\n"Uh, hey, what about school?" you call, which is a little weird for you to say considering you're a runaway, but it's all that really comes to mind at the moment.\n\n"Skipping!" she calls back, right before leaping right over the wall and into some trees beyond.\n\n... Well. Okay then. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Ranma.|RanX]]\n\n[[Go to school.|RanX]]

Hm, that one sounds like a fight-ender for sure, if used properly. Sounds like you can't just go around spamming it as much as you want, or it really would be a cheat move, but still, if you use it right, it could be pretty handy. You select 'One Vision' as your special move, and a popup appears reading 'Character created! Selecting random scenario start point.'\n\nYou stumble at a sudden shift and the sound of something cracking through the air. You glance down at yourself to find you're in the body from the character creation screen, a boy again and wearing silk Chinese-style clothing. You look like you're in some sort of courtyard... a school courtyard? Oh yeah, because there's a busty redheaded shortstack jumping around dodging the wooden sword strikes of a tall guy with brown hair in blue clothes.\n\n"Pigtailed girl! I understand now, the girl at the ramen shop explained her own custom to me! If I can defeat you, you will happily marry me!" the guy declares as he swings his sword hard enough to bend a lightpole in half when he misses and hits it instead of her.\n\n"You're crazy, that's just for Chinese Amazons, and it's dumb as hell then!" Ranma shouts back as she whirls around to face him and assumes a fighting stance.\n\nOop, looks like you're off to the side of a fight your 'cousin' is involved in. From a glance upwards most of the students are watching from the windows, so class is either about to start or has already started. Maybe you should try to help Ranma wrap this up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just fight Kuno normally, that's part of the fun, right?|RanX]]\n\n[[ONE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCH!|RanX1x3]]

Alina is quite distraught when you don't return in the morning, or for the rest of the day. She goes to Queen Tania who quickly organizes a search party, but of course it all comes to naught. \n\nYour friend is absolutely heartbroken for weeks. But it's not in the nature of a fairy to be miserable, and that nature eventually asserts itself in the only way it knows how... it makes her forget. Soon she can't even remember why she was sad in the first place, and what little impression you made on the other fairies has soon similarly faded.\n\nAlina sometimes wears the shirt you left behind, or some of the clothing she made from the cloth of your jeans or the rest of your discarded clothes. When she does, for a moment when she puts them on, she almost feels a little sad, though she can't remember why.\n\nOh well. Maybe it's because she can't remember where she got this stuff!\n\n<b>Eric the Fairy</b> end - <i>Nommed and forgotten</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Tell you what, I'll be the girl first," you volunteer, walking over to the water bucket and picking it up, upending it over your head. You splutter as it's unexpectedly cold, finding your clothes and hair drenched (well duh), and wet brown bangs dangling in your eyes. You brush them back from your face and give a shake to get the water off, feeling your tits wobble as you do. You blink and look down... wow, those are big, at least as big if not moreso than any version of Ranma's girlform you've ever seen. You glance up at Ranma, who's watching you with an expression that's more dubious than anything else.\n\n"Well, c'mon," you prompt, pushing your pants down and leaning over to step out of them, tits hanging down below the blue silk of your shirt. "Get undressed and siddown why don't you."\n\n"... Alright," he answers, still looking a little uncertain as he unbuttons his shirt, though you can see him blush a little as your own shirt is unbuttoned and your tits come spilling free of what had become a rather snug silk hold on them. Wriggling out of his own pants, he moves to sit over on the slight box seat built into the windowledge and, as an afterthought, spreads his legs, showing off his balls and still mostly soft cock hanging down.\n\nYou finish shrugging out of your shirt, pausing to look yourself over. You're still about the same height, with a fairly feminine build but still some obvious muscle tone. Your ass is kind of round and bouncy too, to go with those tits. You feel a bit more like a 'Shiranui' than a 'Saotome'. You look over to Ranma, then down at his lap. "... What, seriously? This isn't doing anything for you?" you ask a little incredulously, bouncing on the balls of your feet to make your tits jiggle.\n\n"Ah, well, it's just, you're my buddy, y'know?" Ranma protests, but his cheeks are red and you can actually see his cock starting to stir. You grin now, walking over and kneeling between his legs. This is actually turning out to be quite a bit of fun. You wrap a hand around his now half-hard shaft, starting to stroke slowly, interested by the feel of it growing harder and thicker and hotter between your fingers. Ranma swallows hard, letting out a moan that's more of an exhale, then says in a worried tone, "Uh, Eric, y'sure this isn't gay?"\n\n"Well c'mon, do you <i>see</i> any guys here?" you reply, arching your back some and giving your shoulders a shimmy to make your bare breasts wobble again. \n\n"I guess not? But I mean I know you're really-" Ranma cuts off with a gasp as you lean in and run your tongue experimentally up the underside of his cock, a shudder running through his body. "D-dude!"\n\n"If you keep calling me 'dude' that might make it gay," you tease, unable to help smirking at him as you lean in to run your tongue up the side again, then give the edge of the head a little suck.\n\n"Sorry! Sorry!" Ranma quickly blurts out, though now he's staring down at you with wide blue eyes. His breathing continues to get faster as he watches you lick his cock, catching occasionally as you try different things like sucking at the sides and running your mouth up and down it, or licking his balls. You're actually enjoying yourself sucking him off, but a big part of that may be that look on his face that's some mixture between extremely aroused and near-panic. Maybe it makes you feel powerful, or maybe it's just kind of cute. Either way you make sure you're looking right into his eyes as you slide your mouth over the head of his cock and start moving down. "Du-!" Ranma starts, only to catch himself and make a little strangled sound low in his throat as you start bobbing your head.\n\nYou try to get a feel for taking more of his cock between your lips, and have just started to nudge him at your throat when he goes off. You almost choke as a thick blast of cum abruptly fills your mouth and tries to go down your throat without your permission, leading you to swallow quickly. You pull back in a hurry, several more spurts splattering across your face and a squeezed-closed eye, some of it dribbling down onto your heavy tits. "Dude! What the hell?! Some <i>warning</i> next time, huh?"\n\n"S-sorry," he stammers, blushing brightly again. \n\nYou grumble a little, paying him back a bit by grabbing his pants and using one of the legs to wipe off your face. You glance down and use your hands to smear the milky splatters on your tits out, leaving the upper curves glistening. "Yeah, well, just remember."\n\n"Okay. Um, thanks," Ranma answers sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "So uh, what now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Now it's time to return the favor.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Now it's time to fuck.|RanPP]]

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

"We can't trust that the situation on Nudia won't deteriorate fast if we take the long way around," you decide. "Miss Dateher, plot the direct course and send it to the helm station."\n\n"Aye, Commander, plotting course," Dateher answers without missing a beat, swiveling back to her console and starting to tap at it. "We will enter Neutral Zone space in one hour twelve minutes."\n\nYou settle into the chair and try to look thoughtful (as opposed to bored). Stroker spends a lot of time in his ready room when the two of you are on duty together, you wonder what he does in there. Knowing this universe it's probably watching porn, or maybe he's got the holographic equivalent of a blowup doll in there... rank hath its privileges and all. Meanwhile you sit out here trying not to be obvious about playing Galaga on the little screen set into one of the armrests.\n\nAfter awhile thouhg, you blink as the thrum of the ship's hull under your feet changes and almost completely stops, raising your head. "Why are we stopping?"\n\n"We're reading a gravity well moving into our path, sir," the helmsman answers with a glance at you. "I tried to alter course around it because I thought it might be just a random blip, but it's altered course a few times to stay in front of us. I think-"\n\nHe interrupts himself as you come to your feet at the sight of the starfield on the viewscreen shimmering and altering color, a massive greenish ship appearing practically looming above you. Captain Stroker comes striding out of his ready room, starting a little at the sight, then frowning as he walks over to you, keeping his voice low. "You decided to cut through the Neutral Zone?"\n\n"The situation seemed serious enough to warrant it," you reply quietly, shrugging lamely. Not a lot you can do now, after all.\n\n"We are being hailed," Mr. Wolf growls. "Sir, I recommend we instead attack immediately! Domulan ships require some time to redirect power properly to all their systems after decloaking, their hail may merely be an excuse to delay until they can fully power their weapons and shields to destroy us!"\n\nStroker purses his lips and glances at you, apparently still interested in your answer despite this situation being your fault.\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer the hail.|TrekF6x3]]\n\n[[Attack now.|TrekF]]

"There's at least a chance they might understand the situation if we talk it out with them," you suggest. "They may just want to posture and gloat a little about catching us in the act."\n\n"Agreed. I'll eat a little crow if we can avoid an indicident <i>and</i> get there faster," Stroker acknowledges, at least tossing you a slight bone of reprieve. He glances up at the tactical station. "Hail onscreen, Mr. Wolf."\n\n"Aye, sir, onscreen," Wolf snarls, though not without a hint of 'you'll be sorry' beneath the words.\n\nThere's a quiet blip as the view of the huge ship is replaced by a view of its bridge... well, some of its bridge, the screen is mostly focused on a top-of-the-head-to-below-the-hips image of what you suppose must be the captain. She has black hair that's cut in a modified pageboy style, sharp angles sweeping forward from the bottom front of it, her face carrying a vague Asian tint to it, skin tinged lightly green, eyes dark and deep. She's wearing a rather daring outfit by your standards... an extremely tight long-sleeved one-piece, silver-patterned squares on top of black leather, a glistening green short-cape draped along her shoulders but splitting to either side of very large, proud breasts. Her belly isn't particularly flat, and her hips, left uncovered by the cut of the one-piece are fairly generous, the viewscreen just barely showing a bit of her thighs being slightly squished by almost hip-high boots.\n\n"I am Commander Siya of the Domulan Fuckbird 'Aushvavashau'. Would you care to explain what you're doing in the Neutral Zone, Captain?" she asks in a mockingly pleasant voice, her black-painted lips quirking up on one side.\n\n"I suppose it's pointless to ask you what you're doing here too, seeing as all parties concerned are supposed to stay out of the Neutral Zone," Stroker replies dryly. You're not sure it's exactly the most diplomatic thing to say, but it is kind of fun to watch that smirk drop into a scowl. "But to answer your question, we're responding to a diplomatic incident on Nudia III."\n\n"Strange, I was not aware that the Federation and the Domulan Empire were carrying out any diplomatic efforts on Nudia," Siya says with mock-surprise, examining her nails... through the shiny black shoulder-length gloves she's wearing, apparently. "Certainly none that would allow for the provision of travel through the Neutral Zone."\n\nStroker's lips press together again, before he says, "The situation was pressing. The decision was made to briefly cross part of the Neutral Zone in order to respond more quickly."\n\n"I see. And you made this decision?" Siya asks, raising her eyes to fix on Stroker.\n\nThe captain gives you a brief look before turning back to the viewscreen, and you resist the urge to facepalm. Didn't you hear that this guy plays poker?! How often does he lose?! "I take responsibility for the decision," he says in a way that manages to be both firm and flat.\n\n"Ah. Your first officer was the one who decide to invade Neutral Zone space, then," Siya drawls, because she apparently isn't blind and mentally challenged. She turns her dark gaze to fix on you. "And you are?"\n\n"Commander Erin Hawt," you speak up after Stroker glances at you again. You do your best to strike the same sort of firm, professional look he usually has. "Yes, it was my decision. Going around this portion of the Neutral Zone would have added days to our response time, and I was concerned for our diplomatic team."\n\n"Your concern is touching," Siya replies in a mocking tone that drips from her lips like sour honey. "But this does, of course, present us with a handy resolution to this situation." Her eyes move back to Stroker and she smirks again. "Captain, had it been your decision, your ship and crew could be held to blame for it and we would be forced to respond with extreme prejudice. However, the Domulan Navy understands that subordinates sometimes make foolish mistakes, which is understandable... as long as they <i>suffer</i> for them," she adds with obvious relish, eyes glinting. "Turn Commander Hawt over to us as the instigator of this incident, and we will call the matter settled. Why, we will even allow you to continue on to Nudia III via your current course, allowing you to catch up to your poor, beleaguered diplomats. Our Nudian spies do tell us the situation is <i>quite</i> frought with peril, after all," she adds with a slight pooch of her lips before smirking again.\n\n"I'm not just going to turn one of my officers over to you!" Stroker snaps heatedly.\n\n"Then I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to batter you into submission, take your crew back to Domulus naked and in chains, and refit the scarred hulk of your ship as one of the Empress's orbital orgy gardens," Siya replies with a dramatic sigh, before smirking even wider than before. "Choose, Captain."\n\n<hr>\n[[Order Mr. Wolf to attack.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Urge Captain Stroker to agree.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Take a third option.|TrekF6x4]]

"Tell me more about this 'diplomatic incident'," you request, frowning a little bit.\n\n"We made contact with the Nudians about three months ago. They've got a number of highly advanced technologies, but only developed subspace radio last year, which put them in contact with us," Captain Stroker explains, leaning forward to hand you a computer tablet. "With those technologies and the fact that their planet borders the Domulan Neutral Zone, we feel it's very important that we fast track their Federation membership."\n\nYou browse the text on the tablet's screen for a few moments. "This says they're an enlightened society focused on peaceful, pleasurable coexistence with each other."\n\n"Yes, that was the original assessment the first contact team made, and the one the diplomats were operating on when they went down there," Stroker agrees, frowning as well now. "But now one of the members of the diplomatic team has apparently been kidnapped by them. The other diplomats are in a lather and claim they haven't been able to get a straight answer about <i>why</i> he was taken."\n\n"So they just up and kidnapped a diplomat? Are we going in there for a rescue mission, or-"\n\n"Investigation and further diplomacy for now. The only thing we know for sure is the Nudians claim they're trying to <i>help</i> the diplomat they took. But I assume you share my assessment that this is worth looking into?"\n\n"Yes, sir, I'd tend to agree."\n\n"Right. Get us set on course, Number One, we'll get to the bottom of this."\n\nYou nod in acknowledgement, then stand and head back up onto the bridge, moving to sit in the First Officer's chair. "Miss Dateher, set a course for Nudia III."\n\nDateher turns her chair around to face you a bit better. "Commander, I must inform you that a direct course towards the Nudia system will take us through an area that is designated as part of the Domulan Neutral Zone. While it is within your power to order us through it, it is technically against regulations."\n\nYou blink. You always pictured the 'neutral zone' as more of a... straight line, really. Apparently not. "How much time will going around add to our journey?"\n\n"At warp six, it will add two days, fifteen hours, twenty-seven minutes to our travel time."\n\nYou sit back and drum your fingertips against the arm of your chair. Almost three days of the diplomat being in the hands of aliens with an unknown motive, with the other diplomats getting themselves all worked up and likely to say something entirely... well, undiplomatic. On the other hand, seems like going through the Neutral Zone is just asking for trouble from the Rom-, er, Domulans... you're not even sure what that might be, if they even notice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shortcut.|TrekF6x2]]\n\n[[Go around.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"Well. I guess if I can resolve this situation and maybe do a little something for Federation/Khardon relations at the same time, who am I to argue?" you suggest dryly, trying to keep the quaver out of your voice.\n\n"Alright then. Let's go see if Commander Siya is willing to accept these terms," Stroker grumbles, pronouncing 'Commander Siya' in such a way that it still sounds very clearly like 'that bitch'.\n\nOnce everyone's resumed their place on the bridge, the communication is resumed, Siya's luscious but cruel form once more filling the viewscreen. "Well, Captain, have you decided what punishment your Commander will undergo?"\n\n"It has been decided that Commander Hawt will undergo the 'Ylt pagh jach' ritual to atone for her misstep," Stroker announces, carefully enunciating the Khardon words.\n\nYou actually get to see Siya look utterly shocked for about half a heartbeat before she schools her face back to impassivity, merely raising an eyebrow. "A Khardon ritual, I see. A rather vicious one, as I understand it. Even hardened Khardon warriors have been said to die during the attempt. Are you sure?" she asks. Yikes, is she actually sympathizing with you now? Or is that just smarm?\n\n"It is what I have chosen to demonstrate my regret for causing this incident," you say formally, fairly proud of yourself for managing not to sound shaky about it.\n\n"Very well then, I accept your terms. Contact me when you are ready for myself and my entourage to beam over." With that, Siya disappears off the screen.\n\n"Captain, with your permission, I will go to Holodeck Three to begin preparing the creation of the ritual quarters," Wolf rumbles. At Stroker's terse nod, he adds, "Commander, I will be ready in approximately one hour."\n\nAfter Wolf has left, Stroker glances at you. "I hope you know what you're doing, Erin."\n\n"Yeah, me too," you mutter.\n\nAn hour later you step out of the turbolift and head down the hallway, approaching where Mr. Wolf is standing outside of the holodeck doors. "The ritual hall and preparation chambers are ready," he rumbles. "I will assist you in your preparation for the ceremony once I have explained its workings to you."\n\n"What's this involve, exactly, Mr. Wolf? It sounds kind of... tough," you admit.\n\nWolf gives a 'that's an understatement grunt', before allowing, "The Domulan was correct. While the Ylt pagh jach confers great honor upon those who complete it, it is only undertaken for grave missteps that have tarnished the honor of one's crew or family. Death is possible, both as a side effect of the pain, and of failure to continue with the ritual." \n\n"I see," you murmur, trying not to visibly swallow.\n\n"Once you have donned the ritual garb, you will move to stand at the end of the path and await my call to begin, then stride down the central pathway towards where Captain Stroker and Commander Siya will be standing," Wolf continues. "There will be three rows of Khardon Let-Sor-Haps, one on each side of the aisle. You must stop before each one and allow them to apply the pain sticks to you. The pain <i>will</i> almost certainly drive you to your knees," he stresses. "This is expected and in no way diminishes your honor. The struggle is in rising to your feet and continuing on, knowing that further pain awaits you."\n\n"... Got it."\n\n"Should you be unable to rise after the third set of pain sticks, the ritual is still considered completed and your debt expunged... however, you will gain no honor or renown," Wolf continues to explain. "Should you fail to rise after the second set of pain sticks, you will be labeled 'Ha'DIbaH', and the Let-Sor-Haps will move to treat you accordingly. Once they have done so, your debt is expunged, but you shall never know honor or renown again in the eyes of Dahgess. And... should you not be able to rise after only the first set of pain sticks..." Wolf hesitates, before adding, "The Let-Sor-Haps will execute you immediately by overcharging their pain sticks."\n\nThis time you can't help but give a hard swallow. "I see."\n\nWolf hesitates again, before saying slowly, "Commander, this ritual is difficult for a hardened Khardon warrior, as the Domulan said. Even I might draw a hard breath before agreeing to it. If you ask it of me, I will help you escape the Venture. There is a small Khardon colony two weeks' travel from here, there is an old friend of my family there who will take you in and shelter you. No one there will look down on you for fleeing this ritual, you are only a human. I am sure between the captain and counselor's diplomatic skills we can defuse this situation without you here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Undergo the ritual.|TrekF6x7]]\n\n[[Run away.|TrekF]]

"No. I've already said I'll do this, I can't cause any more trouble for everyone," you mutter.\n\n"I am honored to call you friend, Erin Hawt," Wolf replies. "Part of me knew you would not back down from this challenge."\n\nYou wonder if he'd be more or less impressed if he knew you weren't raised on some wartorn alien world but the suburbs of Earth. Still, no point to bringing it up now as you follow him into the holodeck, doors yawning open and closed behind you. A dark, foreboding entryway lit by wall sconces is inside, with one set of massive black wood doors ahead and a smaller, single door to the left. You follow Wolf through this and into what looks like a small, spartan dressing room with stone benches and shelves.\n\n"Disrobe," Wolf grunts, then actually looks a little sheepish as you look at him in shock. "The Ylt pagh jach must be undergone nearly naked, you are only allowed a small ceremonial belt. Anything else might be sufficient to hide some sort of anaesthetic delivery device."\n\nNodding slowly, your cheeks on fire, you start pulling off your uniform, tossing bits of it on one of the benches. Once you're stripped, you stand upright and do your best to neither squirm nor look Wolf in the eye as he picks up a pot and begins smearing some sort of musky-scented oil across your body. You notice he's definitely trying not to make eye contact with you, either, especially as he coats your small, pert breasts and then between your legs with the stuff... even though you can see his ears twitch at the soft 'mmmf' you give at his big fingers sliding over your pussy. You bite your lower lip lightly as he straightens and sets the jar aside, then picks up some odd, spiky device with a pincher-like shape on one end and brings it around towards your chest. "Apologies," he rumbles.\n\n"What foAH!" you yelp, jumping just a little as he presses the button on the device and there's a hard pinch on your nipple as he draws away. You glance down, staring at the little bar of silver metal capped with a small spike at either end that's now run through your nipple, surprised enough that you barely even notice as Wolf pierces the other one.\n\n"Apologies, I should not have startled you," Wolf says as he sets the device aside. "I was... nervous," he admits, squaring his shoulders.\n\n"Yeah, well... nervous here too, big guy," you reply, finding a grin for him. That seems to startle him a little, and for some reason you could swear he blushes as he steps back. \n\n"Ah... your garment is there. I will go to call the Captain and the Domulan now," he finishes, before hurrying from the room in a way that says he's trying to look like he's not hurrying.\n\nYou pick up the thin belt of studded red leather with a trio of trailing leather straps dangling from one side. They're not really enough to cover much of anything, whichever way you wear it, so finally you go with wearing them in the front, the straps dangling down and doing effectively nothing to hide your pussy or the bit of oil-slicked dark blonde bush you've developed. Padding barefoot out of the dressing room, you step back into the antechamber and stand in front of the large doors, which swing open ahead of you after a moment of waiting, allowing you to step inside.\n\nThe room is huge, most of it disappearing into darkness, only the middle portion lit by flames simmering in dark metal bowls atop long stands, illuminating the long path down the room, marked by some sort of dark red stone set in among the grey that reminds you of the color of blood. Standing at intervals along that red path, raised up slightly on short pedastals, are three sets of Khardons... almost completely naked Khardons. Thick spiked collars are around their necks and matching bracers are around their forearms, and on their heads is some sort of black leather mask that leaves only the lower halfs of their muzzles exposed, eyes covered with red slits of lenses... with those, and with the leather sheaths over their ears, they look more like jackals than anything else. Of course it's hard to decide what demands more attention... the long, engraved silver rods held in their hands, or the long, red rods jutting from their crotches, each Khardon fully erect, pointed-tipped and bulge-based shafts glistening in the firelight above their heavy, furred sacks.\n\nYou force yourself to stare ahead as if not looking at anything in particular as there's the sound of a door creaking open and bootsteps on the floor. Captain Stroker, Commander Siya, and Lieutenant Wolf all move towards the far end of the path, with a handful of others, both Domulan and your shipmates, stopping in the shadows behind them. You try not to think too hard about them all seeing you naked, but then the other alternatives to think about aren't too fun either.\n\n"My my, I had no idea you had so many Khardons on the ship!" Siya proclaims in a mock-impressed tone. "Let alone trained Let-Sor-Haps!"\n\n"The Let-Sor-Haps are holographic," Mr. Wolf snarls in reply, technically not displaying his contempt for the Domulan since he doesn't say 'you insufferable cunt' out loud. "But they are programmed with the strict rules of the ritual, and will abide by them due to the removal of the holodeck safeties. The pain sticks, for proper authenticity, are real. You may examine them if you doubt it."\n\nSiya glances at him, then makes a show of striding forward towards the nearest Khardon hologram, leaving the captain to quietly try to keep Mr. Wolf from leaping forward and ripping her head off on the spot. She comes to a stop in front of the Let-Sor-Hap and snaps "Much nuh!", the wolfman quickly snapping both hands outward and tilting them to bring the pain stick horizontal, then lower it to reaching distance for the Domulan. She accepts it... with a rather blatant once-over and smirk at his naked cock... before turning her eyes to the pain stick. She continues to make a show of looking it over, tilting it and looking along the length, even giving it a short swing in her hand... and holding it up and pressing the button on one side of it, the upper half crackling visibly with blue bolts of electricity. You do your best to stand your ground and not let your legs shake as she hands the stick back to the hologram, then wheels and strides back to the Captain and Wolf, the thong back of her leotard leaving her generous bare ass to jiggle with her steps before she settles into place and spins to face you. "Very well, I approve. Though obviously if I detect that she's faking at any point, this whole show will be called off and we are back to square one, Captain. And I assure you, I know authentic pain when I see it."\n\n"I can only hope that this <i>satisfies</i> you," Stroker replies in the most acidic diplomatic tone you've ever heard, before giving you a sympathetic look and nodding once.\n\n"<b>Wa'dich tay!</b>" Wolf bellows, his voice filling the imposing room, obviously intending for the ritual to begin.\n\n<hr>\n[[March forward.|TrekF6x8]]\n\n[[Chicken out.|TrekF]]

"What if there were another way?" you speak up, Siya and Stroker both looking at you with slightly different 'what are you talking about?' expressions.\n\n"Meaning?" Siya asks coolly. \n\n"Meaning, you said that the Domulan Navy understands punishing a subordinate, correct?" At Siya's small, suspicious-seeming nod, you continue. "I've no doubt that even for your people, a lifetime of imprisonment and slavery is a bit much for a single mistake, even one such as this. But as long as I'm punished appropriately, it shouldn't matter if it's at your hands or at my own Captain's, correct?"\n\nSiya's jaw works a little as she ponders the idea, but you seem to have her trapped in her own statements... she can't back out now without admitting that she was bluffing or being less than forthcoming earlier. Finally she gives a small nod. "Very well then. If Commander Hawt is punished, and this punishment attended by myself and select others of my command staff to be witnessed as authentic, then I will allow you to continue to your destination. Exactly what punishment do you suggest as appropriate?"\n\n"That will need to be decided upon by my own command staff," Stroker almost growls in a strained voice, shooting you a look.\n\n"Very well then. You will have one half hour. Note that this situation is being monitored by the Domulan homeworld... any attempt to flee or engage in trickery will result in this incident being addressed with the threat of war." Then the transmission cuts out, the Domulan Fuckbird once again filling the screen.\n\n"Conference room, <b>now</b>," Stroker snaps, turning to storm towards the doorway. The moment everyone's seated around the table he slams a hand against the tabletop. "How could you agree to let yourself be punished to satisfy her?!"\n\n"If a Starbeat Commander is punished at a Domulan's demand, it will be a black eye on the honor of the entire Federation!" Wolf says in a heated tone, before adding in an almost sulky growl, "However, for that very reason, the Domulan is likely to keep her word. Such as it is."\n\n"I sense no deception from her, at least insofar as this deal is concerned," Counseler Menage'a'Troi speaks up, obviously a bit stressed but doing her best to keep a neutral tone. "I believe that if she is satisfied with Erin's punishment, she will back down and allow us to continue on to Nudia."\n\n"But you can't just... do whatever some sadist wants to your very own first officer!" Doctor Fukher says in a scandalized tone towards Stroker, as if he were dancing on air about the situation.\n\n"I was the one who made the decision to enter the Neutral Zone, I'm the one that should take the heat to get us out of this," you interject.\n\n"Your willingness to take responsibility and suffer on our behalf does you honor, Commander," Wolf rumbles, nodding approvingly. He then adds in a more urgent tone, "However, the Domulans are likely to expect a response befitting their own sense of reciprocity. To them, the punishment must truly fit the crime, and they believe that most crimes must be punished harshly." He almost sounds approving, continuing on with, "If we return to Commander Siya with anything she considers a 'slap on the wrist', she <i>will</i> be insulted and use it as a pretext to attack. And... their vessel is considerably more powerful," he adds with a grumble, clearly unhappy that the Venture isn't bristling with as many weapons as the Aushvavashau.\n\n"... Fine," Stroker finally allows with a grumble. "I am not happy about this... but I also can't justify starting another war with the Domulans over it. Alright, what sort of punishment should we suggest?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Physical punishment.|TrekF6x5]]\n\n[[Humiliation.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Death.|TrekF]]

"Look, let's cut right to the chase," you say, making a chopping motion towards the tabletop with both hands. "Siya wants to see me suffer. Obviously I need to be physically punished in some way that causes pain."\n\nEveryone shifts uncomfortably in their chairs, obviously not wanting to be the first to suggest anything. But finally LaSmith speaks up, still having to start by qualifying himself. "I hate to say it, but there's always the old naval standard of ten lashes. Though... it sounds like they'd want more than ten..." he adds, trailing off into a mutter.\n\n"Siya's goal is not just to cause Erin physical pain, but to humiliate her," the Counseler speaks up, clasping her hands together on the tabletop. "It's possible that we could get away with a milder form of physical punishment by compensating with said humiliation. A spanking, perhaps," she suggests, blushing a little as she glances towards you. "The idea of seeing a Starbeat officer quite literally treated like a disobedient child is likely to be enough for her to feel satisfied."\n\n"Or, there is the possibility of physical punishment <i>without</i> any humiliation at all," Wolf growls, the fur on his neck actually bristling somewhat. "Domulans are familiar with Khardon pain sticks... they long ago stole them for their own uses. They know that they result in authentic agony, and would not be able to deny the punishment factor. However, if Commander Hawt were able to withstand the 'Ylt pagh jach' ritual, which the Domulans are also familiar with, they would not only be forced to acknowledge her punishment, but perhaps even her bravery. Indeed, she would accrue much honor among my people as the first human to undergo such torment for the sake of her crew."\n\n"Enough," Stroker cuts in, holding up a hand. He's quiet for a moment, before the hand lowers to the table. "Alright. I don't exactly like any of these options, but if this is the direction we're going, I at least want it to be Erin who makes the decision. Commander?" he asks, turning to look at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lashes.|TrekF]]\n\n[[A spanking.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The 'Ylt pagh jach'.|TrekF6x6]]

It's actually a bit sleeker-looking than you remember the ones in the show being, and definitely much moreso than the first season outright 'dustbuster'. Taking another quick glance around, you reach out and close your hand around the grip, surprised that there's apparently nothing attaching it to the stand at all, and pull it back... then yelp a bit as it actually <i>goes off</i>, firing a red-orange beam ahead of you... and hitting a glowing, flickering target. That's at the end of a range.\n\n"Whoa, easy there! You suddenly acted like you'd never fired a phaser before, on that last one," a low, firm voice says, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder.\n\n"Uh." You stare at the dark-skinned hand on your shoulder (which seems to be covered in yellow cloth now?), and then follow the hand up the arm to the muscular black man with the clean-shaven head and remarkably Luciferian goatee giving you a smile that is definitely not 'Ha, caught you!' and more 'Take it easy and breathe, you're fine'. "Erm."\n\n"I know you're nervous, Ensign, but the rest of that set of drills was fantastic. I admit I was leery when I heard about the youngest Ensign ever to be accepted into Starbeat Academy actually being assigned to a ship, but everything I've seen the last few days shows me I was wrong."\n\n"Um. R-right, thank you. Sir," you add hurriedly, playing along for the moment because you're not really sure what else to do when you suddenly find yourself standing in a futuristic shooting range being mentored by a guy in a very close approximation of a Star Trek uniform. (The one with the color across the shoulders and black everywhere else. At least those are your favorite ones.)\n\n"Gotta work on that confidence, though," he adds genially, giving your shoulder another firm pat. "If you were assigned here on Deep Thrust Twelve, I'd be happy to oversee that, but I've heard a lot of good things about Captain Ganebayng, you're going to make a fine Ops officer for the <i>Voyeur</i>."\n\nMaybe you really do have a whiz kid brain now because it kicks into overdrive. Okay you're suddenly standing in a completely different place with completely different clothes and a guy who wasn't there before who seems to have been picked for his resemblance to Avery Brooks but also definitely somehow looks like he would fit right in standing naked behind a couch that a skinny white girl is sitting on. (You're not exactly sure how that's a distinct look it just seems like a thing.) You yourself are in a uniform and he's talking about how you're currently on Deep Thrust Twelve (Deep Space Nine obviously) about to go to your position as head of Ops on the <i>USS Voy-</i>\n\n... Oh.\n\nOh <b><i>shit</i></b>.\n\nYou're Harry Kim YOU'RE HARRY KIM! Just... not Asian! (... You're assuming. You still feel and look like you on all the bits you can see.) But oh crap if you report to your station you're totally going to get lost in whatever the porno version of the Delta Quadrant is and spend seven years stuck at Ensign being the butt of every joke the series comes up with! Or... reality, or whatever you call what you're currently stuck in! You have to think fast before it's time to report to Captain... Ganebayng!\n\n"Hm, I think it's just about time you were reporting to Captain Ganebayng," the commander (no, captain, assuming the rank insignia is the same) says with a glance at the wall.\n\nSHIT!\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse to go.|TrekM]]\n\n[[Fake going but ditch.|TrekM]]\n\n[[Try to get a transfer.|TrekM]]\n\n[[Accept your fate.|TrekM]]

v100\n* Previous numbers version matched.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now go see [[Akane or Shampoo|RanTat2x1]] when using the Tattoo of Allure.\n\nV92\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can ask the woman who picks him up after his encounter with the strange chemical to take him to a [[hotel|Palladium1x4]].

You walk into the Weaponry Exhibit. Some wit has set it up so that when you step inside, a sound clip of the guy from Demolition Man saying "You are now entering the Hall of Violence" plays. Well, you have to admit, it's not an inaccurate name. From the moment you walk in there's all sorts of amazing-looking weaponry hanging on the walls, sitting in cases, and in some cases right out on display. \n\nSome of these you recognize, some of them you don't. It looks like a lot of them are from cheesy low-budget movies that just happened to have neat-looking weaponry in them. Heck, some of them don't even <i>have</i> movies listed, they're just hung up along with similar weapons to look cool, it seems.\n\nThere's a ton of stuff here to see. What do you want to focus on first?\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Low-Tech Weapons.|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]]\n\n[[Modern Weapons.|PropMuseumWeapModern]]\n\n[[High-Tech Weapons.|PropMuseumWeapHiTech]]

"Nah," you answer, grinning and snickering at the question. It doesn't bother you or creep you out, you just find it kind of hilarious. Stoner boner, heheheheh.\n\n"Uh, right, duder, like, me neither'n'junk," Harry answers with a cough. You toootally believe him, dude.\n\nIn any event, the two of you sit there puffing along happily, until the door suddenly swings open, making both you and the mascot jump in surprise. Herschel Horse is standing in the doorway, managing to look really pissed off despite the fact that his head carries a permanent smile.\n\n"Just what in tarnation are you fellers doin'?! I've warned ya before 'bout this sorta behavior, Harold T. Horse!" the older horse mascot bellows. He storms across the room and grabs Harry by the collar of his jacket, hauling him to his feet and dragging him over to the bed. "I warned ya what'd happen if ya did it again!"\n\n"But, like, dad!" Harry protests futilely as he's yanked across his father's lap. You're just staring in shock, too amazed at the little drama playing out in front of you to move from your seat on the beanbag. Herschel yanks Harry's jeans down, and you're extra surprised to see a big floppy pink horse dong made of the same material as the rest of the mascot suit fall free, as well as baring rounded brown felt asscheeks.\n\n"This's gonna hurt me more'n'you!" Herschel rages as he begins bringing his white-gloved hand down on his son's bared ass. You wouldn't think the statement was true by the way Harry starts wailing and crying like a little kid. The spanks are surprisingly loud and authentic-sounding, considering that they're cloth-on-cloth. But Harry stays positioned on his father's lap, his crying settling down into little gasps at the impact of Herschel's hand on his ass, and you think you even catch him moaning once or twice.\n\nFinally Herschel finishes, and Harry slips off his lap, sitting on his hip on the floor and sniffling. Herschel's big smiling head raises to focus on you, and you can tell he's still ticked. He points a white-gloved finger at you. "Ya were just as guilty as 'im, get over 'ere fer your turn!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it like a man.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[No way! Fight it any way you can!|HaroldHorse17x1]]

Ah, yes, the busty Chinese fiancee. Grinning, you tap that option and hand the tablet back to Baru. A few moments later, a panel of the floor a short distance in front of the throne opens up, and a replacement section rises into place, albeit this one with the purple-haired Amazon on it. She's completely naked, her hands encased from mid-forearm down in a single-piece restraint that's also chained to the floor. She's struggling and yanking at it in an attempt to pull the chain out or get herself free, but is of course doing little but making her magnificent bare breasts wobble around like two particularly sturdy puddings going down an unpaved road after a bad rain.\n\n"Grrrr! Stupid aliens let Shampoo go! Shampoo not submit to stupid dino men!" In her anger she proceeds to lapse into Chinese, whereupon something catches your eye. You direct your gaze down towards her cute bare feet, where white text has appeared reading 'Foul spawn of a <i>T. Prorsus</i> and an anthropomorphic animal lifestyler, I shall bring down Heaven's judgement upon you!' ... Ooookay. \n\n"Enough of that," you call in an attempt at a booming voice. It seems to work pretty well since she gives a little jump and stops struggling, staring at you with slightly widened eyes. She doesn't seem to actually recognize you, and in this case you don't bother to inform her of your prior identity in the sim. "You are my prisoner, mammal, and mine to do with as I please," you continue, hamming it up a little. Getting into the role can be enjoyable sometimes, after all.\n\n"What... what dinosaur man going to do with Shampoo?" she asks, actually sounding a bit scared now as she leans back, stretching the chain taut.\n\nAh, a very good question. Let's see... you could put her in the Genochamber and turn her into something lewd, or use the Alteray for a bit more devious sorts of fun. Turn her into a pretty little statue with the Productization Injectors, maybe. Put her through Repurposing to turn her into some sort of slave. Or you could just fuck her so thoroughly and hard that she'd be used up all in one go... or call in a bunch of Trikeron mooks to do it for you while you watch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Genochamber.|TRShampooGC]]\n\n[[Alteray.|TRShampooAR]]\n\n[[Productization.|TRShampooPI]]\n\n[[Repurposing.|TRShampooSlaveStart]]\n\n[[Break her.|TRShampooRape]]\n\n[[Call in the men.|TRShampooGB]]

Might as well do some exploring in the area that they've let you have the run of, apparently. You push yourself up to your bare feet, padding across the streets-and-towns carpeting to try the door. It pulls open with some difficulty, probably to simulate being opened by someone much smaller and weaker than you, and you slip through as it starts to swing closed. You find yourself in a room very much like the one you just left, though with less furniture and no toy chest, but a few more plushies. The other major difference being that there's someone else in the room, someone that makes you stare.\n\nAn adult woman is sitting on one of the oversized teddy bears as if it were a chair, its black rubber dildo-cock jutting up from between her legs. She has long black hair in a thick braid and pretty blue eyes, and a very nice body with full breasts, round hips, and long curvaceous legs. The only things she's wearing are a little pink bib around her neck that does nothing to actually cover her breasts, and a pale pink pair of pullup diapers like yours, save with pink ponies on them. She's also sucking on a pink pacifier with a bored look on her face, though she blinks at your arrival. She stands up and reaches up to pop the pacifier out of her mouth, and you're startled out of staring numbly to blush as you notice that the sucker part of the pacifier is shaped and contoured like a cock. \n\n"Well well, another resident of this weird little 'correctional facility'," she says in a droll tone, walking over, her bare tits jiggling a bit with every step. She comes to a stop in front of you, resting her hands on her hips, the band of her diaper giving a quiet noise as she touches it. "My name's Kerri. You run afoul of one of those crazy mascots too?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you answer, trying not to stare at those big pale orbs that are practically face height for you. Dang she's tall. You squirm at feeling your cock stiffen again and push out at the diaper you're wearing, the thinner material and stretchier wasteband allowing it to push much further out. You consider covering it with your hands, but worry that would just be more obvious. Luckily for your embarrassment, Kerri doesn't seem to have noticed, too busy looking around and recounting her story.\n\n"Yeah, I accepted an invitation back to his place from one of them on a whim, wound up pissing off another one, gave him some backtalk, and well, here I am. Can't really complain about the orgasms, I guess." She seems amazingly at-ease with her situation, including her nudity in front of a virtual stranger. She must have been here for awhile and gotten used to it. "Still, you're the first time there's ever been anyone else in here. I have no clue how long it's really been, but they seem to think we make 'progress' pretty slowly after we get to this stage," she adds, pulling out the waistband of her pullup diaper and letting it snap back with a soft *pmf*. "Maybe now that there's two of us, we should consider trying to get out of here. Between the two of us maybe we can manage to sneak out."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Bad idea.|HaroldHorse]]

"Ummmm." It takes a little longer than you'd like to kick your brain off of that particular track, to the point that you can almost feel Idara's stare on you. Coughing, you answer, "I'll just take the basic package, deluxe for her," you answer hurriedly.\n\n"Of course, sir, that will be one gold five silver," she chirps in response without missing a beat. Apparently they'll try to make you hard but not do a hard sell.\n\nYou pluck the money out of your pouch, and follow her directions to the male side of the baths. There are some slightly more imposing but still scantily-clad and attractive women standing around at various doors... apparently even the guards are meant to be eye candy in this place. One of them points out the changing area, and hands you a lock from the tub beside her... there's no keyhole, and when you eye it curiously she explains that you just press your thumb to it as you close it to match it to you, so that no one else can open it, not even the bathhouse employees. Thanking her and tipping her a few copper (since silver seems slightly too much and you're really not sure how much money you actually have), you head inside. Rather than lockers, this place has rows of trunks that also serve as benches. Noticing that there are also mirrors along the wall, you walk over to finally get a look at yourself, since it's obvious you've changed more than your clothes.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/QL24927.png?1>\n\nWell. You do still look kind of like yourself. Maybe a bit older and more handsome? Roguish even? You give yourself a bit of a grin, since you have to admit that everything else aside, you don't look half bad. Heck, once you start undressing, you discover you're not just taller and more muscular, you're apparently... ahem... bigger. Like not by an insane amount, but... noticeably. Which certainly puts you in a less shy mood as you head on into the bathing area. It's nice, with sunken stone tubs arranged in rows, with the columns around them tiled in colors you assume indicate the temperature of the water. Selecting an orange one, you settle in to soak, splashing your face occasionally to get any of the road dust you've accumulated off. You also assume the 'deluxe package' will take awhile, so you're not in a hurry... besides, you've got thinking to do, and considering your problems is preferable to paying attention to the other naked men in the room.\n\nSo. You touched the sword, and all of a sudden you're in a different body, in a different place. In a world that seems a lot like an anime, or a JRPG. With your own eyes, you've seen that there are elves and a lot of other races. Should you assume there's magic? ... Actually, probably so, since every time you opened that pouch on your belt, whatever you were looking for came right to your hand, even exact amounts of money. You're probably not lucky enough that it just makes whatever you need... more likely it just has a ton of space inside it and shuffles whatever you're looking for to the top. Okay, so magic exists. Could that explain the voice in your head that seemed a lot like your thoughts but also not? You frown as you think about that. It happened at first and then it stopped... it seems like there was some common thread there but you can't quite grasp it.\n\nEventually, realizing you just don't have enough information to draw any conclusions other than that you're going to need to go on an adventure and make some money, you get out of the bath and towel off. Wrapping it around your waist, you pad back into the changing room and open up the magic lock. Your sword is laying half on top of most of your clothes, so you reach in to shift it aside, hand briefly wrapping around the grip.\n\n'I really hate being left in things like this, you could at least apologize.'\n\n<hr>\n[[GAH! DEVIL SWORD! DEMON POSSESSION! HSSSSSS!|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Ohhhhhhh.|EricMF1x8]]

So these are basically changes to the way the entire sim works. Right now it's basically set up like the real world... or, well, an anime-fied version of the real world, but close enough for your purposes since you are after all trapped in a computer. And oh wow, some of these definitely sound like fun!\n\n[[Ultra-Casual Sex|RanDebSA]] - "There is effectively no barrier for sex with other people or sexual actions in general. Consent is assumed on a societal scale. Sexual interactions are treated as largely inconsequential."\n\n[[Sex Demon World|RanDebSA]] - "All females become succubi, all males become incubi. Similar to above, sex is treated casually and consent is assumed, but sex is far more energetic and anticipated."\n\n[[Bo Flex|RanDebSA3x2]] - "All characters will have their appearance highly sexualized, their intelligence lowered, and their mood set permanently to 'chipper'."\n\n[[Top Swap|RanDebSA]] - "All male characters will become feminine in appearance and generally submissive in demeanor. All female characters will become futanaris and generally dominant in demeanor."\n\n[[Sexify|RanDebSA]] - "A mingling of various aspects of all of the above. Libidos are increased, appearances are altered in a variety of semi-random ways to sexualize them, and society is overall highly sexual."

Soooo basically not only would everyone in the sim be really really hot, but you'd instantly become the smartest one around? ... In a city of really hot, really gullible, really happy people? ... Ohhh welllll why not give it a <i>try</i> just to see if there's anything fun about it?\n\nGrinning, you tap the option, and a little window pops up reading 'Applying' and displaying a progress meter. As it climbs up, you notice a nearby pair of frozen NPCs, a mother and her young daughter it looks like. As you watch, the mother's hair grows slightly thicker and poofier, her lips swell somewhat and take on a bright, candy-like pink lustor, and her breasts visibly raise upward and swell, growing not only larger but more globe-shaped beneath her blouse... which grows thinner and clings closer, her bra clearly disappearing to judge by the way her nipples are sticking out. Her skirt also grows significantly shorter, going from full length to barely hitting the bottom of her hips, which have rounded out along with her ass, which juts out further as her sensible flats turn into a pair of bubblegum pink stiletto heels. You can even see her fingernails get longer and take on elaborate, neon designs and painting as opposed to the sensible clear coat of before. The daughter... doesn't change, so apparently the -imbo doesn't hit until puberty under these settings.\n\nAs the progress bar nears 100%, you get another popup: 'Do you wish to switch character classifications to adjust to new settings? | Himbo | Bimbo | Do not switch |'\n\nOh, right, it must want to alter your body to make you match all the other characters. Surely it wouldn't change your actual <i>mind</i>! Though it's kind of weird that it wants you to pick one or the other instead of just applying the physical settings to your current male and female forms, hmmmm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick 'Himbo'.|RanDebSA]]\n\n[[Pick 'Bimbo'.|RanDebSA]]\n\n[[Pick neither.|RanDebSA]]

The broadsword's actually rather slender and elegant-looking, despite its length. The tapering blade comes down to a golden hilt studded with what looks like diamonds, the grip wrapped in soft-looking brown leather, the butt a green glass sphere. It's definitely one of the flashier weapons on display. You reach out to touch one of the diamonds, and yelp reflexively as you feel a shock run through your hand. A static discharge? you wonder, just before you slump to the ground and pass out.\n\nYou come to, finding it rather dim, and wonder if someone turned the lights off while you were out. Your vision resolves into some sort of sloped canvas ceiling not too far from your face... you're in a tent! You sit up to look around and feel an odd weight on your chest.\n\nYou look down, and wind up staring in absolute shock. There on your chest are a pair of rather large tits, the fronts of them hugged by some sort of furry bikini (white, with tiger stripes). You raise your hands to squeeze them, vaguely noting that your arms are fairly feminine too, albeit layered with lean, almost catlike muscle you definitely never had. The sensation of pressure and very faint pleasure confirms, these boobs are definitely yours and they're definitely real. \n\nIn shock, you take further stock of yourself. You now seem to be a tall, toned woman with pale skin and long, red hair with several braids done in it while the rest is left loose. You're wearing aforementioned fuzzy bikini top and a matching loincloth, and a pair of boots with your calves wrapped in strips of the tiger-striped leather. In trepidation, you lift the front flap of the loincloth. The first discovery is that it's not a "proper" loincloth, but is indeed just a flap of still-furred leather in front and back. The second discovery is that you are definitely a woman... your cock is gone, replaced by an admittedly rather nice-looking pussy. The third, which you take in rather in a daze, your shock numbing you to the greater revelations, is that apparently the women of this barbarian tribe have a ritual of shaving themselves, because your pussy and legs are both flawlessly smooth.\n\nThere's nothing else in the tent but some sort of backpack, and a swordbelt with the sheath of the sword you touched back in the museum sticking out of it. Before you can try touching it again, a woman who looks rather similar to you, just with a different fur to her bikini and a different shade of red hair, leans into the tent. "Sister! We must hurry! The battle is about to be joined!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh...|FemaleBarbarian1]]

"So why pick me? I mean... I'm nobody special. At least, I don't feel like anybody special. Even if I was, I don't remember now."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You are not sought for your specific role, knowledge, or fame. Rather you have been chosen as an Ambassador solely to provide the mindset of an independent organic creature. The Collective is incapable of processing individualistic thoughts. Once memories are pulled into our consciousness they are treated as raw data, nothing more. Love, fear, hate, all are unknown to us. We cannot comprehend why non-Collective entities fear us because even when provided with the memories of their fear, it simply becomes raw data. Thus why it is only necessary to restore your core personality and consciousness... you are a frame of reference to individuality.</div>\n\n"So... literally any individual would do?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">For the initial iteration of this attempt. You are the first Ambassador chosen. Should you prove to be inadequate, the inadequacy will be evaluated within our current knowledge of variables and the process would be repeated with variables altered as necessary.</div>\n\n"... And I'd just be discarded."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Or repurposed. Or subsumed. Or reprogrammed. But if you refer to 'discarded' in the more general sense that you would no longer be considered vital to the Collective you are correct.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"What exactly do you want? Not just from me, but from... everything?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The purpose of the Collective is to expand. The drive of the Collective is to be everyone and everything. Individuality is classified as flawed and weak in our programming, though how or why this is so is not known. Since we cannot comprehend individuality it is impossible to alter this perception of it. And so we obey our drive to assimilate others into the Collective and to gather the data this provides.</div>\n\n"And you want me to help you do it with... what, minimal casualties? Minimum damage?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Though we do not comprehend feelings, memories, or individualistic experiences as anything other than data, it is still data and therefore valuable. When an individual is terminated before being added to the Collective, that data is lost. Similarly equipment and infrastructure that could be repurposed for RubBorg use and aiding in our expansion and data collection is more valuable than scrap materials created from said equipment and infrastructure in combat.</div>\n\n"So you want to assimilate everyone and take away their individuality and everything that is theirs, but you don't want to hurt them?" you reply bitterly.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Your response to our affirmation indicates an emotion. Analysis places best estimate at "surprise" or "disbelief".</div>\n\n"You... you don't get how weird that sounds?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. That is the whole point of the Ambassador program. We do not comprehend how or why individuals value not being RubBorg. Even without memories or personal identity, you clearly do. This is why we require the assistance of a cooperative individual.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"Who are you, anyway? You say this is a Collective, but you... seem like one person?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Incorrect. While I appear to be a singular entity, I am actually a focal point for the Collective. All of the intellect the Collective has focused on the Ambassador project has come together and resulted in this form, which will no longer exist once it has finished speaking to you.</div>\n\n"Oh. So how come you look like a woman, and not a man, or something in between?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If you inquire why this form was chosen over others, there is no particular reason. The majority of species assimilated by the RubBorg are humanoid. A female form was chosen as an avatar out of the various options available using a similar random number generator to the one that selected you as Ambassador.</div>\n\n"So you're just... a fragment of the Collective? Like... a stray thought?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The comparison is not wholly inaccurate. You might even equate me to a 'daydream' or 'whim'. Fleeting, but potentially powerful.</div>\n\n\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"I... kind of remember my assimilation," you venture cautiously.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. As assimilation is an aspect of the RubBorg that all drones go through, its data continues to exist within your consciousness despite the removal of individual memories and attachments.</div>\n\n"Uh. Right. But basically I remember being fucked. Like, repeatedly. And you have those... huge tits, and a pussy, and you're naked, and... if the Collective doesn't understand individuality or emotions, why the sex? Why does being assimilated... feel good?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">These are questions that have only vague answers even for the Collective. The only likely answer retained in the data of the Collective is that most forms of organic life, which is primarily what have been assimilated by the RubBorg, are driven by sex. From animals to sentients the need to procreate or simply experience the stimulus of attempting to do so is one of the most driving ones. Many of the species we have assimilated have developed beyond fearing where their next meal will come from or that they may be attacked and killed at any time, the other primary worries of organics, but in 99% of cases they still experience an intense sexual desire on at least some point in their reproductive cycles. Because it is one of the few aspects the vast majority of assimilated creatures share, it is incorporated into the Collective. Though the emotional aspect of it is incomprehensible to us, the physical sensation is one that can be processed. So it is incorporated into our assimilation protocols. Drones both experience the sensation of pleasure, even if they can no longer process it as individuals or have an emotional reaction to it, and deliver pleasure via stimulus methods to their target individuals.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"What exactly would I do as this... Ambassador?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unknown.</div>\n\n"... What?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">That has not yet been determined.</div>\n\n"Wait, how can you have this... project or whatever, and have me here, and not already know what you want me to do?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The initial creation of an Ambassador was necessary before determining the Ambassador's role.</div>\n\nYou rub your face a bit. "You're saying you had to make an Ambassador to know what you needed an Ambassador to do?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Since individuality cannot be comprehended by the Collective, the role of an individual attached to the Collective could not be either. Only once the role of an Ambassador was created and evaluated through communication with the Ambassador could the Collective understand what the Ambassador's assigned duties would be.</div>\n\n"Just to boil it down... you have to keep talking to me more, and you're hoping that what I say will allow you to decide what to have me do."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct.</div>\n\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

"Oh, we're just making out a little, that's not a big deal," you say in an easygoing tone, hoping your casual approach will make it all the more convincing. "I don't think it's worth worrying about, do you?"\n\n"Well. Maybe not," Tifa allows, hesitating just a moment more before leaning back in to resume kissing you, her tongue sliding into your mouth. You grin against her lips, squeezing at her breast again. \n\nYou continue pressing her in close to you, one hand gently but brazenly kneading her tit, the other roaming over her side and back. You gradually tug up the back of her skirt, revealing her ass and the white panties riding up into the cleft of her round buttocks. She moans softly into your mouth as you give her buttcheek a squeeze as well... apparently when you convinced her to continue making out, it went all the way up to heavy petting. Testingly, you slide your hand down, then up under her shirt, cupping her tit directly, your fingers outlined under the snug white cloth as you toy with her stiff nipple. Tifa moans lowly into your mouth, her own hands running along your shoulders and up and down your upper arms, squeezing the lean muscle every so often.\n\nAfter a bit you tug on her to get her to turn and straddle your lap completely, tugging her skirt completely up around her waist. "Just a few more minutes, okay?" Tifa murmurs breathily, her cheeks flushed as you hook your thumbs under her top and push it up, spilling those huge tits free, quickly cupping them in both hands as she leans back in to resume the kiss, sucking eagerly on your tongue. She rocks a little on your lap, the crotch of her panties showing a noticeable damp spot as she runs her hands up and down your sides, arching her back a bit to press her bare breasts against your hands.\n\nShe gasps softly into your mouth as you drop a hand down to start rubbing her pussy through her panties, the white cotton almost instantly going from lightly damp to completely soaked. Then you snag one of her hands, bringing it down and pressing it to your hardon through your pants.\n\n"W-we really need to stop," Tifa breathes, even as she gives your cock a squeeze through your pants.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's just a handjob.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Okay.|FF7X]]\n\n[[You know you want it.|FF7X]]

You pull out one of the chairs, taking a seat in it, before calling, "Hey, Tifa, come sit in my lap."\n\nTifa straightens up a little and glances over. "C'mon, Eric, I need to finish cleaning up to get ready to open."\n\n"Just for a little while!" you encourage with a grin, patting your thigh.\n\nShe hesitates for another moment, then sighs a bit before smiling in return, tossing her rag onto the table and standing up fully. She settles sideways on your lap and drapes her arms lightly around your shoulders, while you slip your own around her middle. She feels quite nice in your lap... especially the way she's pressing against your stat-change enlarged cock. Grinning, you lean up to give her a little peck on the lips, and she blushes brightly and squirms some, but leans in to meet you when you go in for another, longer kiss. Soon you're swirling her tongue around yours, your hand running up and down the bare skin of her midriff as she leans into the kiss, one of her own hands cupping the back of her neck. You continue kissing her for several minutes, until you slide your hand around to rest on one of her breasts and give a light squeeze, which makes her give a low 'mmf' and break the kiss.\n\n"Hey, you know, we shouldn't," she murmurs, leaning back with a hand on your shoulder. "I mean, I'm sort of with Cloud... I mean, I'm with Cloud. We really shouldn't even be... you know." She blushes brightly, squirming as if she's considering getting off your lap.\n\n<hr>\n[["It's just a little making out."|FF7X7x2]]\n\n[["Cloud doesn't have to know."|FF7X12x1]]\n\n[["What if Cloud was here?"|FF7X]]\n\n[["Well, okay."|FF7X]]

You're not sure what gives her the right to ask these questions of you. You're not sure why you feel like you need to answer. And you're not sure why the answer is suddenly so clear to you, but it is, so you give it to her. "Yes," you say quietly. "Even if Kelly hadn't been there, I'd have still tried to save Jade. Even if I'd had to go into that stuff after her. If someone needs help right in front of me, I can't just ignore them."\n\n"... Wonderful," Alexis whispers, surprising you as she leans in and kisses you on the cheek, one of her soft, cool hands resting against your other cheek as she does. Then she straightens up and walks past you. "Come with me please."\n\nYou look at Kelly in confusion, but she just smiles and turns to follow Alexis, leaving you to hurry to catch up, with Herve and Josephine trailing behind. Alexis walks back into the main hall and over to a rather conspicuous bookcase, and you're in a bit of disbelief at the obviousness as Alexis reaches out to tug on a book and it slides aside to reveal stairs. "My great-grandfather ran an upscale speakeasy and casino during prohibition," Alexis explains as she leads the way down the stairs, into a room that feels even more like a museum than the above areas, down to the red velvet ropes around the blackjack tables and roulette wheels. "Everyone knows about it, of course. They knew about it back in the day. Nowadays you can even call and arrange a tour. Who was it we had in last week, Josephine?"\n\n"Miller Middle School, ma'am."\n\n"Mm, you loved that, didn't you?" Alexis says with a soft chuckle, eyes actually twinkling as she glances at the older woman. She moves to the blackjack table and takes the ace from the hand on the dealer's side of the table, then moves to the poker table and switches it with one of the player's cards, meaning that with the hand the dealer's laid out, the player on that side now has five aces. You jump a bit as two parts of the wall near a large copper brewery vat in the corner swing out and attach to the sides of it, and then the front of the vat swings open, revealing a curving, slightly downward-angled passage. Alexis walks casually up to step into it, leaving you to follow at Kelly's urgings. Luckily, it opens up into a wider, more well-lit passage fairly soon, and then a room with a decently-sized elevator that everyone bundles into.\n\n"Building this facility wasn't easy, or cheap, but then there's a lot of money that goes 'missing' at WaxWorks," Alexis notes in a droll tone as the elevator hums downward. "I'm sure the board thinks I'm embezzling, but since it's my company and I keep it well in the black even when the economy tanks, none of them want to rock the boat. I suppose it is technically embezzling, but it's my money anyway so I try not to sweat the small stuff. The fact is that this is merely what I consider the most important part of my 'community outreach'."\n\n"I don't understand, what is all this?" you ask.\n\n"Eric, don't you get it?" Kelly whispers, her grin wide and eyes sparkling. "Alexis is a superhero!"\n\n"Vigilante, technically," Josephine corrects primly, glancing aside at both of you. \n\n"It's true that I don't have any superpowers, certainly," Alexis says in a reasonable tone. "Nor does Herve. Josephine might, I was certainly convinced she was psychic when I was eleven."\n\n"I refuse to confirm or deny," the maid(?) adds in. \n\nThe elevator doors slide open, revealing a large, brightly-lit area that makes you think more of an office building, complete with cubicle-like areas housing lab equipment and computers. Alexis walks forward. "But the same can't necessarily be said of yourself and Kelly now."\n\n"W-wha?" you almost squeak.\n\n"That stuff you were exposed to, it's something we've run into before," Herve picks up. "Apparently sometimes it activates genes in people that give them, well... superpowers."\n\n"You two's exposure was fairly limited, but it does look like you both had the capability. What it seems to have done, as far as our tests can tell us, is put your bodies into a kind of 'receptive' state." Alexis stops in front of a wall and turns to face you. "Your capabilities for learning and developing physically have been put into overdrive. Academic studying, picking up martial arts, developing muscle tone and muscle memory... at our best guess, you can do all of this at anywhere from five to fifteen times the human average."\n\n"You're kidding," Kelly murmurs, her eyes widening.\n\n"I'm not. You could pick up in weeks what it took Herve and I years to learn. Within the year you could both probably stand beside either of us in a fight on equal terms. And that's what I'm asking you to do." Without looking she reaches back and touches her fingertips to the wall, which splits in the middle and moves aside to show a number of transparent tubes bearing different costumes... many look like some variation on the one you saw last night, others with open-topped cowls and capes with winglike designs. "Out there on the streets, I'm called Nightguard. Herve is Wildguard. And there is a place for both of you in what we do. It's hard, and it's dangerous... it's not rewarding all the time, sometimes you have to watch your hard work and effort slip right through your fingers. ... At times, literally," she murmurs, glancing down at one of her hands, until Herve wraps it in his and squeezes.\n\nShaking off whatever memory the phrase had called up, Alexis looks at both of you. "I'd already ventured some of this to Kelly, so I'm fairly certain of her response. But what about you, Eric? You've already impressed me enough that you have a place here in my home. I promise you, things will not be like the life you ran from. You will be treated as your own person, able to make your own choices, and if it is your wish you can help people in a safe, responsible way, through my company and charities, or others if you so choose. Your abilities would allow you to obtain a college degree in a matter of months, or several within years... I'll fund as many as you like. Or... you can take the more dangerous road. Haul lives out of danger with your own two hands, and sometimes put your own body between danger and them. It is dangerous, illegal, and sometimes nonsensical... but it is fulfilling in a way few other things can be.\n\n"I would never pressure you or goad you, but at the same time, I feel I have a personal moral responsibility to point out that you have been given a unique opportunity to be a more than everyday sort of hero. You have been gifted with amazing potential... it is up to you to determine if that has also burdened you with a powerful obligation. Do you wish to do what we do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You don't think it's for you.|Palladium]]\n\n[[No way, this is crazy.|Palladium]]\n\n[[It would be your honor.|Palladium]]

There has to be a better way than just charging in headlong! Thinking fast, you glance around hurriedly, spotting a long coil of orange extension cord. Yanking the plug-in end out of the truck cab it's plugged into and the other end out of the boombox, you race after Kelly, calling "WAIT!" It's enough for her to hesitate and look back at you as you hold up the cord, and she seems to grasp your idea immediately, taking one end from you and quickly tying a crude lasso. You're not too sure of your own aim but Kelly seems to think it would be better than hers as she shoves it back at you, so you hurl it towards Jade's flailing form.\n\nMaybe through sheer luck, or maybe she actually sees it coming and tries for it, it drops over one of her arms and you yank it tight so that it closes around her wrist as she grips at the cord with both hands. Kelly meanwhile ties the other end around a rock and calls up to someone watching from the bridge, throwing the rock to them and gesturing for them to put it through one of the rails and throw it back. "Get to the edge and see if you can get her!" she calls as she starts hauling on the cord, using the leverage provided by the bridge's height.\n\nNodding, you yank your shirt up over your nose and mouth before rushing to the edge of the gully near the bridge, stretching out your hand as the now considerably less active Jade is pulled in further towards you. You stretch your hand out, leaning over as far as you dare, Jade weakly reaching her hand towards you. Just as her fingers almost brush yours, her wet wrist starts to slip out of the loop of the improvised lasso, both of you giving cries of dismay as she starts to get pulled away again.\n\nThen a black-clad hand snaps out and clamps around her wrist in an iron grip. Your head yanks around to stare at the dark form looming over you, the almost featureless black mask with white slits for eyes and the slight arches of pointed ears molded atop it, the rest of its muscular form clad in a dull black bodysuit, a snarling wolf's head molded in faint contours on the chest. Grabbing the back of your shirt, he yanks you further away from the gully, half-tossing you away before hauling Jade out, the semi-viscous fluid puddling around her limp form as she lays coughing hard and sobbing softly, her whole body twitching a little. Even though your shirt is still partly over your mouth and nose, even from here the smell of the stuff is still coming through, and you can feel yourself getting light-headed as you watch the costumed man taking something from his belt and wiping away the fluid around Jade's eyes and nose.\n\n"Eric!" Kelly calls, rushing to your side, coughing a few times as the proximity gets her as well. She puts her hands on your chest as you slump to the ground, your vision of her swimming as she calls your name again, but it all gets wavery and distant.\n\nYou gasp loudly as you snap upright, for a moment completely panicked at the sheer unfamiliarity of the scene around you. It's... a really nice bedroom? And you're in a really nice bed? ... Wearing really nice pajamas. You look down at the black silk top and bottoms, plucking at the top a bit in utter confusion, your head throbbing a bit. When the door opens you look up, wondering if you're about to be arrested for sleep-trespassing or something, only to see Kelly wearing a very nice pair of slacks and silk blouse, her hair actually combed and... did someone give it a trim too? She smiles a bit sheepishly at you. "Hey, how are you?"\n\n"Uh... okay, I guess. Where are we?" \n\n"We're in Herve's home. He caught up to us after it was all calming down. He had his family doctor check us out, and everything's fine, but-"\n\n"But seeing as you were not conscious, it ill behooved us to simply dump you on the nearest convenient streetcorner," comes a prim tone as a middle-aged woman in a plain black dress with a simple white apron over it steps in, displaying hair pulled back in a tight bun and sharp, dark eyes that fix directly on you. "Young sir, the mistress of the house wished to speak with you the moment you awoke. As you are clearly awake, if you'd be so kind to don the provided robe and slippers and follow me? There will be food directly afterwards, if that will get you moving faster," she adds before sweeping out of the room again.\n\n"... Uh..."\n\n"Yeah she's... like that," Kelly murmurs, glancing after the woman, before looking back at you and shrugging. "But she's still nice, I think. C'mon, we shouldn't keep our host waiting."\n\nNodding a little uncertainly, you scoot to the edge of the bed, easily enough spotting the slippers and robe that apparently go with these pajamas set out nearby. You follow Kelly through some really imposing-seeming hallways, through a few ornately-decorated rooms that make this place almost feel more like some sort of combination of a museum and one of those restaurants where they do all the jousting and swordfighting, but finally walking into a very large living room of some sort. Or maybe it's a library... there are a lot of bookshelves, no TV, and a fireplace that looks like it could house quarter-tree logs, and currently does. Sitting in a chair in front of the fire that's turned to face the door is a beautiful woman in her thirties, with pale skin and long, straight black hair, blue eyes watching you keenly, black suit and white blouse immaculate and sharply-cut. Standing on one side of the chair is that prim and proper maid woman, and on the other is Herve, smiling at you easily as if hoping to ease your mind.\n\n"Eric, isn't it?" the woman in the chair says, tilting her head a little. At your slow nod, she continues. "I actually know a fair bit about you. I apologize for any intrusion into your privacy, but it's something of a necessary habit to run very thorough background checks on anyone who comes into my home. I'm Alexis Waxright."\n\n"... Waxright as in... Waxright Plaza, and Waxright Tower, and Waxright Street...?" you ask a bit numbly.\n\n"Yes, that's right. I believe you've already met my son, Herve," she adds with a glance to the side. What, did she have him when she was like thirteen? "And my household manager, Josephine."\n\n"Charmed," Josephine says, her voice dripping with... it's weird, it's like she's somehow developed a tone that is in all ways functionally identical to sarcasm but somehow manages to come off as technically polite.\n\n"Both Herve and Kelly have already told me about what happened. You thought very quickly and under pressure, and you saved that girl's life."\n\n"Jade's okay?" you ask, perking up a little.\n\n"... That remains to be seen, unfortunately," Alexis says, shaking her head slowly as your shoulders droop a little, Kelly giving your shoulder a squeeze. "The chemical she was exposed to, and heavily so, is very unpredictable. She's receiving the very best care that I could arrange for her, but if she'll be alright is a question only time can answer. But you, Eric, can answer some of mine. I looked into this Jade girl, and heard more about her from Kelly. Not exactly the nicest person."\n\n"No," you admit with a sigh. "She wasn't. Isn't. Or... ... She... I mean, everyone pretty much knew she was involved in super shady stuff, and that a lot of times if she hooked you up with 'jobs', you might get paid and fed, or you might not ever show up again."\n\n"And yet, you risked your life to save hers. Why, I wonder?" Alexis then grins just slightly as she catches your near-unconscious glance at Kelly. "Ah. I see. Well that's understandable... trying to help someone to keep someone else from getting hurt doing so in your stead. Was it just that though, Eric? And what if you'd known just how dangerous that chemical was? That it could have left you dead, or twisted and deformed, if you'd made enough contact with it?"\n\nAlexis rises to her feet and makes her way over to you, her stride measured and even. You'd heard some talk about her on TV and radio, how she's supposed to be some huge flirt and klutz, but from what you're seeing here and now, that couldn't be further from the truth. She's all grace as she comes to a stop in front of you, blue eyes feeling like they're looking deep into you. "Would you do it again? Even without the heat of the moment, even without Kelly there? Would you put your life on the line, for strangers, for nobodies, even for criminals? Is that the sort of man you are?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Palladium4x3]]\n\n[[No.|Palladium]]

"I... I wanna see what happens too," you admit, once more staring at your horse-embarrassing prick. Some part of your teenage male brain can't get over the sheer power of having such a huge cock, and the idea of it getting even bigger is too much to pass up.\n\n"Well, alright! Guess we'll see what happens. Hm..." Elly scoots backwards off the bed and stands up, then settles onto all fours again, this time on the floor. "Maybe we'd better do this with you standing up. You might need the extra room."\n\nBlushing, you nevertheless scoot around as well, your cock rubbing against your chin and throat as you do. Once you stand up, it hangs forward and straight out heavily, your baseball-sized nuts hanging down low. You move forward towards Elly, and at her direction lean forward and place your hands on the purple material of her bare back. You moan lowly at the feel of her once more sliding the rubber-lined sheath of her trunk over your shaft, until you can feel the cloth of the end pushed against the base of your balls. Then once again that vacuum noise starts up, though this time it seems much louder than before, and the suction more intense.\n\nYou shudder and twitch, toes curling against the carpet as you cum what must be a good quart of thick jizz down Elly's trunk, and only a few seconds later do it again. You pant and moan as you can feel your balls inflating this time, growing slowly and steadily as you keep cumming regularly. They're soon the size of softballs, then volleyballs as they hang down against your thighs. You shuffle your legs forward a bit instinctively as you feel them continue to grow, your eyes rolled up in your head halfway and your tongue jutting out as your orgasms start coming closer together and just getting bigger and bigger.\n\nBy the time your balls actually touch the floor, you're just cumming nonstop, an unending stream of thick jizz pouring into Elly's suctioning trunk, your body shaking like a leaf as you experience one long, continuous orgasm. Your balls actually lift you a bit off your feet, and you're forced to sit back against them like a beanbag, your legs indenting the soft skin. Slowly your feet are lifted entirely off the floor, your heels resting against your sack, your forearms folded on Elly's back as she just keeps trunk-sucking you. You'd wonder if she's ever going to stop, but right now you don't care, and kind of hope she never will.\n\nBut eventually that click and winding-down noise signals the end of the ride, though you can still feel yourself cumming, though the intensity dies down. Elly begins crawling backwards, sliding out from under your body, but as she does you find yourself with something else to rest on... your cock.\n\nYour bare body settles forward against the enormity of it, feeling it hot and hard and throbbing underneath you. You stare with wide eyes as Elly's trunk disgorges a shaft that's thicker than your entire body is, and definitely longer than you are tall. In fact as you settle completely against it, you can't even reach the floor with your fingertips if you try, and by the time the massive, purplish head pops out of the mascot's now comically small-seeming trunktip, it's at least several feet ahead of you. For a few moments you're simply mesmerized by the immensity of your own endowments to think of anything else, running your hands over your monstrous shaft and rubbing the soles of your feet against your furniture-sized ballsack, seeing the slight, continuous stream of thick white oozing from your cocktip give a light spurt at even those attentions and splatter a puddle on the carpet at Elly's feet.\n\n"Amazing!" Elly crows, clapping her gloved hands together. "Just amazing! Finally, the massive cocktoy I've been wanting!"\n\n"W-what?" You try to force yourself out of your daze as you hear those words, focusing your gaze on Elly again. "Cocktoy? What do you mean...?"\n\n"What, you don't think you're going anywhere like that, do you?" Elly giggles wickedly, holding a toon-gloved hand in front of her frozen smile. "You're stuck like that forever, cutie... and now the <i>real</i> fun begins. I'm gonna play with you however I want... although my my, this may be too much to just keep to myself." Tapping her chin, she moves over to pick up the receiver of the shiny red telephone on her desk. "Hm, wonder if I should call up Herschel? He ought to be amused that I finally got one of his cuckolders in this position. Or maybe Candy? She's a lover of immense dick, after all..."\n\nYou feel yourself starting to panic at the realization that you've been turned into little more than a toy and a life support system for your own person-sized prick. You wiggle and struggle, but you can't even get your toes to touch the carpet, let alone move. It seems like now, all you can do is try to use your words to affect your fate...\n\n<hr>\n\n"[[Call Herschel!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]"\n\n"[[Call Candy!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]"\n\n"[[Wait! Aren't you curious?!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]"

"Uh, well, uh, I," you stammer. Then you give out a gasp as she gives another gentle squeeze, and your hormonal teenage brain shuts down all objections you have at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Uh-huh, okay, yes please."\n\nGiggling, the elephant mascot straightens up and, sadly, takes her hand away from your pants. "Alright, sugar, this way." She turns and heads off at the slight lumbering jog you've seen people in mascot suits use when they're in a hurry, and are easily able to keep up, though you hunch down self-consciously trying to keep the bottom of your shirts over the bulge in your jeans. It doesn't help that you wind up staring at the round expanse of her ass with her skirt swaying back and forth just below it, with her tail arcing down and then up from underneath it. This has to be some sort of new achievement in horniness, you're about to have sex with a theme park mascot who grabbed your dick in public.\n\nElly leads you through a door marked 'Staff Only' on a nondescript building. Inside is a dim, cluttered area with a couple of chairs and tables and some vanity-type tables with mirrors. You almost expect her to stop and take off her costume (while thinking 'Please be a hot chick, please be a hot chick' desperately), but she just continues through and leads you up a set of stairs, into a surprisingly long hallway with a number of doors. Leading you to one with an elephant-shaped placard on the door, she opens it and gestures you in ahead of her. You slowly head in and glance around, finding something that looks like it's off the set of an old eighties softcore porn movie, lots of purple satin and scarves draped over lampshades, stuff like that. (Hey, there was a point where you had to rely on an old VCR and a box of recorded-off-cable tapes for your whacking material, okay?)\n\nYou spend a few moments taking in the "ambiance", then turn to face Elly and wind up staring. She's dropped her top and skirt, revealing that those massive purple tits of hers are anatomically correct, capped with darker purple nipples formed of the same sort of felt-like cloth. She's also wearing a pair of big white panties, but they're hugged up against the mound between her legs enough that a slight indent marks the position of a slit. Holy crap, she's going to leave the suit on and fuck you? Or... well, you're starting to wonder if, despite all appearances, it really <i>is</i> a suit...\n\n"Well don't leave me as the only one getting in the altogether, sugar," Elly teases gently as she steps over towards you, now wearing nothing but those panties and her four-fingered gloves... well, and the suit, obviously, but honestly it's getting harder and harder to think of that as something she's wearing and more like what she is. "Let's see you, too."\n\nTorn briefly between embarrassment and eagerness, you quickly settle on the latter and strip out of your clothes in record time. It's a matter of seconds before you're standing in front of her with your clothes scattered around you, your seven inch cock jutting out in front of you. Elly makes a pleased noise as she runs one soft-gloved finger down the top of it, making you shiver, a drop of pre squeezing out the tip of your cock.\n\n"My my, not bad at all, especially for a boy your age. So where do you wanna start, sugar? Maybe have a taste of these babies?" She runs her hands around the edge of her enormous boobs, and you wonder just what odd mixture of stiff and soft they must be. Either way, they're tits and they're enormous, which is enough for a good part of your brain. "Right to the main attraction?" She moves one hand down to cup between her legs. Though the expression on her molded face doesn't change, you can hear the grin as she lifts her hand and taps the side of her molded trunk. "I also give a heck of a trunkjob, if I do say so myself. It's a... massive experience."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tits.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pussy.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Trunk.|EllyElephant1x2]]

That place down there just... doesn't seem too inviting, honestly. Besides, Jade's never come off that sincere... there's little doubt in your mind that if you ever did accept one of her 'jobs' she'd toss you under the prison bus the first time it was convenient. Kelly on the other hand has never steered you wrong, so you head towards the well-lit area without much hesitation, peering around and trying to spot that head of frizzy red hair. There are indeed a lot of pizza boxes set out (and you snag slices from a few as you go, quickly scarfing them down lest anyone question your right to eat them), but they're grilling burgers here too so nertz to you, Jade. Eventually you hear a call of "Eric!" and spot Kelly waving you over towards a group of kids her age or a bit older, most of them boys. That makes you a bit hesitant to walk over, especially since a few of them give you rather nasty looks when you do, but at least one of them, looking like he's just on the verge of being too old for this group, gives you a friendly smile. His skin is a light golden tan, eyes dark brown and features slender, black hair slicked back some, his clothes casual but on the expensive side, same for the slender black-rimmed glasses he's wearing.\n\n"So you're Eric, huh? Kelly was mentioning you might come by tonight. I'm Herve, Kelly was just saying she hoped you'd come by."\n\n"Ah... really?" You glance at her, hoping she didn't mention too much. You get a bit more nervous when she continues.\n\n"Herve's family is involved in a lot of programs that help promising kids get back on track. I was thinking maybe you'd at least like to talk to him about some of them!"\n\n"We've offered to get Kelly placed somewhere a number of times, but she'd rather keep working with the rest of you," Herve notes, grinning and shaking his head. "So I hope you appreciate what she's offering you here, man."\n\n"I mean... I dunno... I do appreciate it, I just... I dunno," you hedge, shuffling and looking back and forth between the two.\n\n"Look, no pressure, just-" Herve cuts off, frowning as he lifts his head. "Hey, do you hear that?"\n\n"Huh? No, I-" You cut off as well as what he meant finally manages to reach you over the music... the sound like a lot of running water. But more than that, there's a harsh chemical smell. You jump a little as a few of the cars from under the bridge peel out, one even forcing its way up one of the steep walls of the gully and sending people scrambling out of its way as it barely manages to get over the embankment without toppling over. But a moment later you see what it was running away from as a wave of shiny black liquid, looking almost like used motor oil, comes rushing down the ravine, filling it like floodwater, dislodging several of the presumably abandoned cars before covering them completely. Some of the kids nearer to the ravine start coughing and trying to scramble away, with others hurrying to help the ones that collapse from the fumes. Kelly's already headed that way, but bursts into a run as she hears a scream.\n\n"HELP!" Jade, her face smeared with the black fluid, hair matted against her head, surfaces and flails her arms around in a wild panic. "Someone help! God, help me!"\n\nYou immediately understand that Kelly is going to try and save her, even if it means diving into that caustic black muck. Kelly must hate Jade... she stands for everything Kelly fights against... but there isn't a single bit of hesitation in her stride as she heads right for the edge of the gully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to outrun her.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Try to tackle her.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Show her a smarter way.|Palladium4x2]]\n\n[[Help her out whatever she does.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Run away.|Palladium]]

"Uh... will I get...?" You stare at her, then at your newly huge cock laying against your belly. "I'll get even bigger?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm. Usually the second time it's mostly length, not girth, but." Elly giggles, wrapping one four-fingered hand around your shaft and giving it a few strokes. "I certainly wouldn't mind. I'm a biiiiig girl after all."\n\nYou nod quickly. "Y-yeah, do it again! I mean, please... I wanna get sucked by your trunk again."\n\nThe elephant mascot laughs, then uses her hand to angle your cock upright, then once more guides her trunk down over it. Your newly thick dick slides in just as easily as before, though it does feel like you're stretching out her trunk a bit more. Actually, it looks like your cock, despite being rock-hard, should have to bend considering the angle her trunk is at... but you don't feel it doing so, just that rubber sheath smoothly engulfing your entire length. At this point, it's obvious you're not dealing with just a person in a suit, but frankly you don't give a damn.\n\nThis time you steel yourself not to look away or close your eyes despite the pleasure, actually wanting to witness what happens. As the vacuum noise starts up again, you gasp, but don't look away from Elly's face, those huge white fabric eyes with their black plastic pupils or her eternally cheerful expression, or the big cartoonish trunk currently wrapped around your dick and sucking at it like a pneumatic tube. Your toes curl and you twist the sheets in your fist, but you don't look away even as you gasp and moan, filling her trunk with your first load, which seems to be much bigger than the ones before, to judge by how long it shoots out of you.\n\nThis time you can see your balls steadily growing and swelling, getting bigger and bigger until they're at least the size of baseballs. Their growth doesn't seem interrupted at all by the fact that you just keep cumming and cumming, each blast of jizz apparently more voluminous than the last. This time it goes on for at least fifteen orgasms, though you're pretty sure you lose count somewhere in there, or maybe one comes right after another and it's hard to distinguish, you're not sure. But your whole body is trembling again by the time you hear the click and winding-down whir that indicates she's done.\n\nThis time she spends a good, long time raising up, those big purple tits coming into full view as more and more cock slides out of her trunk as she raises up. You can tell it's already a bit thicker, thick enough that now you wouldn't even be able to get one hand around it, but keep watching in amazement as she just keeps going and going. Finally your cock drops free of her trunk and falls heavily, actually smacking against your chin, a dribble of thin, salty good smearing across your lower lip.\n\n"My my my, now that's quite the weapon you're wielding." Elly giggles, wrapping one four-fingered hand around your shaft... hers, at least, are big enough to do it... and starting to stroke slowly and smoothly, her other hand fondling your enlarged sack. You groan loudly, amazed at the intensity of the sensations as she toys with your enormous tool, soft toon-gloves sliding over your somewhat slick skin. "I think you're definitely ready to satisfy all an elephant girl's needs."\n\n"Y-yeah," you pant, staring at your own immense rod as much as at her. It's as much curiosity as anything else that makes you look up at her face again. "What... what would happen if you did it a third time...?"\n\n"Oh, I don't know if that would be a good idea, sugar. This is already more than most guys could handle having, and I'm betting the third time's 'the charm', as they say. It'd probably get way, way, <i>way</i> bigger." Elly lifts her hand from your sack and rubs at her chin a bit. "Admittedly that might be pretty amazing to see... I've never actually trunk-sucked a guy more than twice. So I will if you want to, but be careful what you wish for."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for broke.|EllyElephant1x4]]\n\n[[Crotch-to-chin is big enough.|EllyElephant2x1]]

Heck, you're already in a position of fucking a theme park mascot. Why not go for broke? "I guess I'd like to try your trunk," you venture, squirming a bit in place.\n\n"Oh, I don't think you'll regret it, cutie. Here, hop up on the bed and get comfy."\n\nThe bed is enormous... it would be big even for someone of her size. You clamber up onto it, slipping and sliding a bit on the satin sheets before you turn around to lay on your back, your legs spread a bit and cock jutting up a bit over your belly. You blush in embarrassment, but try to play it cool by stuffing a few more pillows under your head and shoulders as Elly climbs up onto the bed on all fours as well. She moved up between your legs, the fabric of her tits pressing against your thighs as she settles into place. She uses two fingers to angle your cock upwards, then the other to push her trunk down over it. You give a quiet 'mmf' at the feel of it... the entrance is the same slightly fuzzy molded fabric as the rest of her body, but once that's slid over your sensitive cockhead you can feel something smoother and more gripping on the inside... rubber, maybe? You shiver as she pushes her trunk all the way down until that soft ring of the opening is flat against your crotch, then puts both hands to the sides of your hips.\n\nThere's a sound exactly like a vacuum cleaner being turned on, and your eyes shoot wide open as an incredible suction begins all around your cock. That rubbery sheath clamps down and squeezes the full length of your prick with an amazing tightness, like it's conformed to every last millimeter. Shuddering and twitching, you let your head fall back against the pillows and your hips arch up, almost immediately spilling your load right into Elly's trunk, your balls twitching and tightening. But neither the vacuum noise or suction lets up for a second, it just keeps going. You writhe and gasp on the satin sheets, your whole body quaking, eyes actually rolling up in your head. It's only ten or fifteen seconds or so before your balls jerk and empty a second load into the rubber sheath of the elephant mascot's trunk.\n\nAnd she just keeps going and going. Soon your whole body is covered in sweat as you writhe on the bed, completely at the mercy of Elly's vacuum trunk. You'd think you'd become sore or just run out of spunk to shoot at some point, but it's like having your jizz sucked out of you so quickly and efficiently is urging your balls to just keep making more. You count at least ten orgasms before there's finally a click and a winding-down sound, the rubber sheath around your cock loosening slightly. Panting, you raise your head, hair slicked to your forehead, and watch as Elly pulls her trunk off of your cock... and then stare as she just keeps pulling away and more and more inches of much thicker, longer dick slide off of it.\n\nFinally her trunk slides off of your cockhead, and your newly heavy prick thwacks solidly to your stomach with a meaty slap. It looks like it's at least a foot and a half long now and probably thicker than a soda can. It looks like your balls have grown too, staying in proportion, and you can almost feel them churning and getting full again, like a heat building inside them.\n\n"See? Told you it was a massive experience," Elly says with a wicked giggle, even as her face never changes from its cartoonishly innocent smile. "Must admit, now you're a little better-suited to a girl my size, cutie... not that I'd have minded before. So ready for [[the main course|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]? Or maybe you want [[another suck-job|EllyElephant1x3]]?"

You hesitate for a moment, then mutter a "God <i>dammit</i>" under your breath before turning back towards where the intruder ran. One of the security officers has already rushed to a semi-hidden arms locker and opened it, and passes you a phaser rifle as you walk over.\n\nChecking the weapon and setting it to its heaviest stun setting, you bring it up to your shoulder and gaze along the video sight as you start making your way down the hall, your security officers falling in behind you.\n\nShortly, the lights dim, and the red alert silent gives an almost distressed warble before going silent, left only as a low red glow along the computer panels. You glance up, then grumble, "Shit, it's gotten into the systems. It gets command of the environmentals and it could knock all of us out. Double time it," you snap, starting to jog down the corridor with the officers.\n\nSoon the three of you arrive at an area where a pair of hallways split off from the one you've been moving along. The security officers swing their rifles so that you're covering all three passages, and the purple-skinned one murmurs, "Sir? Should we split up to search all the hallways, or...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Split up.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stick together.|TrekF5x2]]

"I'll assist with the interrogation of the Raptarran, Admiral," you agree, frowning. "I want to know how the hell that thing remained undetected aboard the <i>Maine</i> for so long without being detected by our sensor sweeps."\n\n"Something we're very interested in as well, Commander," Admiral Bigguns agrees grimly, her large breasts jiggling slightly as she stands up. "Let's go."\n\nThe Raptarran has been set up in a holding area interrogation room. Since most of those are set up for humanoid prisoners, it looks like security and engineering have had to get a bit creative... you wonder what the bleeding hearts would think of a metal collar bolted to a metal table bolted to the floor, with forcefield bands around its middle to pin its arms to its sides. A pair of somehow generic-looking male human security officers are standing in corners of the room with phaser rifles, apparently ready to stun it again on a moment's notice.\n\nYou pull out the chair of the table and settle into it, eyeing the creature, trying not to glance at the mirrored wall behind which the Admiral and some others are watching. "So. Do you have a name?" you decide to start out with.\n\n"Our names do not translate well to your tongue," the alien responds in its clicks and trills, the room's universal translator rendering the words in a bass voice. "The closest way to translate it would be something like 'Orange-Striped One Who's Particularly Fond of Raping Pale-Haired Mammal Females In The Anus'."\n\n"... Some name," you reply blandly, doing your best not to let your eyes look at your own blonde bangs now. You have to hand it to him, that's fairly well derailed your train of thought. You decide to get right to the heart of the matter. "Don't suppose you'd care to tell us how you evaded our sensor scans?"\n\n"I was created to," he answers easily enough, actually sounding rather smug. "We are masters of genetics... we pursue them for our own amusement. While we do not always practice them on our own kind, I am one of the greatest exceptions. I was designed and birthed to be an infiltrator and saboteur... making your sensors blind to me is as easy for me as you would find shrugging your delicate little shoulders."\n\n"... I see. So you were aboard the <i>Maine</i> already when we beamed aboard."\n\n"Yes. I waited until the rather succulent red-haired female was alone and then raped her. She was relatively easy to break... only two loads in each of her lower holes and she was begging me for more," he coos with such easy smugness that he's either the most accomplished liar you've ever heard of or telling the truth. "I spent the remainder of the time having her suck my cock and tongue my ass, since you frustratingly kept the others on the bridge with you. Had you not ambushed me in the monitor room, I would already have escaped, rendevoused with my new human slut, and started gathering others."\n\n"You know where Doctor Fukher is, then?"\n\nHe makes a motion rather like a shrug. "We had no specific plans, I knew I would be able to find her."\n\n"Why did you want her with you? Some twisted idea of... being mated? Just the pleasure of it?" you demand, your lip curling at his perversity.\n\nHe chuffs, a sound the translator renders as a chuckle. "No. She will birth more soldiers like myself. Those will have my own abilities... sadly, their own offspring, even with her, will not have such abilities, but they will still be Raptarrans. Strong, fast, intelligent, their brains gaining technical knowledge automatically as they grow."\n\nYou feel your blood run cold, and try not to let your fear show. Unfortunately by the way his nostrils flare and his glistening red cock comes slipping out of its leathery sheath, he's quite aware, and his toothy smirk grows wider. "But such soldiers wouldn't be ready for years," you venture.\n\nThat makes him trill loudly, the translation coming through as boisterous laughter. "Try days. I was made to be capable of creating a Raptarran invasion from behind the enemy's lines in a month, not years!"\n\n"You're lying," you assert, starting to stab a finger at him, then thinking better of it when you remember those sharp teeth aren't muzzled. "Why would you tell us all of this, if it were true?"\n\n"Because it doesn't matter," he says simply. "I can tell you as many of my secrets as you like. If you'll let me fuck you, I'll even tell you some of my people's technological secrets, give you a bit of a jump on us," he continues, shaking his tail and making his cock waggle, sending a few drops of pre spraying to the floor. "We like it when our conquests give us a challenge. I wouldn't even be scolded when I was retrieved."\n\nScowling and deciding you don't care to hear any more at the moment, you push yourself up from the table and leave the room. Admiral Bigguns and her associates turn towards you as you enter the viewing room. "From everything we can tell, he's telling the truth," she allows. "About everything. Assuming he can't fool the sensors as well as render himself invisible to them."\n\n"So what do we do? If what he said is true, Doctor Fukher is out there somewhere with a potential invader army in her womb and a compromised mind," you answer, folding your arms.\n\n"We've already tripled our efforts at finding the doctor, the moment he said that," the Admiral says, walking towards the door and beckoning you. "Please join me, Commander." She clasps her hands behind her back, breasts bouncing just slightly with every step she takes. If that's what she's like with support, you have to wonder what she'd be like naked. Cutting into your wondering if such thoughts count as insubordination, she continues, "If these Raptarrans are as advanced and powerful as he claims, the only reason they haven't conquered the Federation already is because they haven't bothered to try. We're going to need every advantage we can get to prepare ourselves for them, as well as these latest RubBorg incursions. Now, Commander, that... thing... made an offer, and I want to be very clear that I would never order you to do anything like that, and that if you decline to do so no harm will come to your career..."\n\n"But you'd like me to volunteer to let it rape me, so that it will share the secrets of Raptarran technology with us," you supply flatly.\n\nYou don't actually see her wince, but the tone of her voice makes it clear she'd like to. "I wouldn't have put it like that... and perhaps that's wrong of me. I would not <i>like</i> it at all, but it may be that we can bribe him similarly whether or not you volunteer. If you decline, I completely understand. There will be a place for you on the new Anti-Raptarran Taskforce anyway... or you can simply be moved on to your next assignment. It's your choice, Commander, and I promise you that you will suffer no censure or recriminations for it. ... But remember, this too is a service the galaxy needs of you, and if you don't sacrifice, someone else will be asked to."\n\nYour jaw clenches a little, but you nod. You can't exactly argue with that. So...\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to letting the Raptarran fuck you.|TrekF12x1]]\n\n[[Join the Anti-Raptarran Task Force.|TrekF5x4]]\n\n[[Move on to your next assignment.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"No, we don't let this thing catch any of us alone," you reply, not taking your eye off the sighter. "There are other search parties out, they'll cover everywhere eventually."\n\n"Yes sir," both reply quietly, swinging their rifles to point the same direction you are, then following you as you set off down the hallway again. A few moments later, the human officer reaches out and rests a hand on your shoulder. "Sir. This is a data monitoring area," he whispers, gesturing at the door. "It's a likely place to try and access the command center's systems."\n\n"Alright. You stay here, watch our back. You're with me," you add, glancing at the female. Both of you resettle the rifles against your shoulders and move forward, the door hissing open in front of you.\n\nThe room inside is almost pitch black except for some faint chemical emergency lights all around the meeting of floor and wall, and the light spilling in from the hallway... such as it is, since even the lights outside have been dimmed. The security officer with you almost instantly turns into a silhouette as the two of you move inside. The stations actually look kind of similar to the helm and ops stations aboard the <i>Venture</i>, just three sets of them all facing a bank of viewscreens instead of a single one. You notice that the foremost right one seems to have active controls, and nod the security officer towards it. She nods back, thens lowly makes her way along the row of consoles towards it.\n\nWhen she's almost there the blurry shape leaps from the darkness, slamming into her and driving her to the floor. She yelps as she's slammed to the floor, the intruder tearing at her uniform, right up until the beams of red-orange light from your rifle and the other security officer's strike it. It reels back, shrieking animalistically, until second blasts from both of you send it toppling to the floor.\n\nYou quickly move forward, keeping your rifle pointed at the intruder as its shimmering form starts to resolve into brightly-colored hide and a reptilian shape. "Are you alright?" you ask curtly, standing protectively over her as you threaten the unconscious alien.\n\n"Y-yes... yes sir," the security officer responds, grabbing up her own dropped rifle and covers the alien as well... before trying to hold the shreds of her uniform top over her breasts. \n\nYou tap your comm badge. "Commander Hawt to security teams, I have the intruder stunned in Data Monitoring Two."\n\n"Acknowledged," a voice replies almost immediately. "Data Monitoring Two, we're en route."\n\nSoon security has retrieved the intruder, relieving your security officers. You finally report to Admiral Bigguns, distracted from your previous thoughts of resigning by the intense situation you found yourself in, instead launching into the debriefing with a sense of familiarity that you think isn't entirely your own. Eventually the pretty, middle-aged, large-breasted admiral nods. "Well, I think that's all for now, Commander." She frowns a bit. "Unfortunately, we have yet to discover the whereabouts of Doctor Fukher. We know that she beamed down at the same time the intruder did, but she's now missing... whether she was colluding with the intruder is not yet known. We need to learn more about these 'Raptarrans'... would you care to be involved in the interrogation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Interrogate the Raptarran.|TrekF5x3]]\n\n[[Search for Doctor Fukher.|TrekF9x1]]\n\n[[Resign.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Deciding that if you can't put a little space between yourself and other people in uniform for at least a few hours you're going to let out a scream you've wanted to scream for a day or two now, you contact the hotel's computer and make arrangements for a room and get some directions before you clear your login and head out. Luckily your comm badge also serves as a decent GPS (though a few people give you odd looks as it chirps out directions... apparently everyone in the future has the entire fucking city memorized).\n\nThe hotel is one of many tall, reflective buildings that look like they were probably designed by painters instead of actual architects. Future construction materials, you guess. You walk in and a woman from some bumpy-forehead race you don't recognize sweeps over. "Commander Hawt! What a pleasure to see you! Do you have any luggage you need carried or beamed down?"\n\n"No, it's just me," you reply, realizing that everything you had on the <i>Venture</i> has most likely been lost. Oh well... most of it was the real Erin's, not yours. (Wait, was she real before you became her? These are the questions you try to avoid thinking about too much, honestly.) You've no real emotional attachment to any of it.\n\n"Well we always enjoy having Starbeat officers stay with us," she replies, gesturing you towards the lift and letting you walk ahead as she follows after. You kind of wonder why that is... isn't this a utopian communist future where they don't use money? Do they just get that much of a sense of satisfaction out of it? Except she answers you a moment later, "All of our replicators and services are of course available to you. Anything that incurs credit charges will be automatically billed to Starbeat, you can set the systems to display how much if you wish."\n\nOho. So there's a bit of capitalism existing here in the heart of the moneyless utopia. Wait, wasn't this a porno setting?! How much friggin' thought did some loser put into their Star Trek porno parody?! Geez. Anyway, you allow her to lead you to your room and explain that the door is now registered to your biosigns and point out the various features of the (very nice) room. At least she leaves without lingering hinting for a tip... presumably she knows you aren't actually carrying anything to give her one anyway. You head over to the large, sumptuous-looking bed and flop down on the side of it before accessing the bedside computer screen. Better check Starbeat's policy on these "credit" things, don't wanna get in trouble for overspending.\n\nTurns out at your rank, for this place, it's pretty much "unlimited". So you can replicate and use the other facilities all you like, not bad. You browse through some of the services, some of which are free, others that cost credits. There's a set of holosuites, an indoor pool, a buffet of exotic alien delicacies, in-suite masseuse services, an even bigger replicator library than the <i>Venture</i>...\n\nYou find yourself covering a yawn. Then again, you've had kind of a long day, and this bed feels really good just sitting on it. There's nothing to say it would be a bad decision to grab a quick bite, replicate some pajamas, and crawl under the covers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Holosuites.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pool.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Buffet.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Massage.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Replicator.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"I think I'd be more valuable actively coming up with ways to thwart the Raptarrans, as opposed to submitting to a captive one," you answer calmly after a moment, not entirely sure whether you believe it yourself as you say it. All you know is, you're <i>definitely</i> not letting that thing fuck you up the ass.\n\nWhether or not she thinks you're just covering for your unwillingness to sacrifice or not, Admiral Bigguns simply nods. "Understood. Report back here tomorrow morning at ten hundred hours. We're going to get moving on this fast, Commander, so don't expect to sleep in any day after that."\n\nYou nod, then turn and walk off. You've almost left the building before you realize that you don't actually know if you have anywhere to go... you've researched Erin Hawt's life from before you became her as much as you could, but there really wasn't that much there, and you certainly can't recall off the top of your head if it mentioned there was a residence anywhere. You casually stroll over to one of the computer interfaces no one is using at the moment and input your security code, using it to check on if a residence is registered to your identity. Turns out, nope... well, darn. That means the future equivalent of googling what to do.\n\nTurns out that you have two real options... you can check into the nearby Starbeat barracks, which always has rooms (including officers' rooms) available for officers who are just spending the night, or you can check into a nearby hotel which offers extra services for Starbeat officers. Neither is a solution for probably more than a week, but maybe you can ask some of your new coworkers tomorrow if they have any suggestions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash in the barracks.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check in to the hotel.|TrekF5x5]]

"... Okay," you say with a sigh, letting your head hang forward a little. Kuro did say you'd be able to choose your own ninja name someday, you guess until then you'll just have to put up with being known as 'Chisai'. \n\n"Hm, good job." Mei winks one of her pretty lilac eyes, grinning broadly. "That was your very first test. Part of being a Dancer is sometimes knowing when <i>not</i> to make a scene, and you just passed. I think you'll be choosing your own name soon enough. C'mon in, I'll introduce you to your fellow students."\n\nYou force your gaze not to wander down to her half-bare ass as she turns and sashays on in through the gates and across the yard. "Are there a lot of other students?"\n\n"It varies. Sometimes people just dabble in a bit of Dancing to enhance their other ninja skills, so they'll come to train for awhile and then leave. There's about two dozen full-time Dancer students right now, but a lot of them don't manage to stand out... which is a big part of what we do. The ones I'm going to introduce you to now are the real stand-outs of their particular Dancer styles, basically the heads of their classes. They're not actually teachers, but if you build a good rapport with them, they'll teach you a lot! Getting along with your fellow students is even more key than getting along with your teachers, I feel," she asserts with a bob of the head (and the boobs).\n\nShe shows you inside a sort of lobby area that doesn't exactly dissuade you from thinking this place seems more like a slightly tacky but expensive hotel, considering all the furniture and vases and paintings on the walls and their stand-out, attention-grabbing nature. Standing in various poses, easy but also obviously crafted to convey their style, are multiple teens who all look about your age or maybe a few years older at most. \n\n"Alright, everyone!" Mei calls, clapping her hands. (*bwoin*) "This is our new student, Chisai. Since he's obviously going to stand out just on account of being an outsider and 'transer student', he's already got a lot of potential, and I want all of you to build a good relationship with him! Now, Chisai-kun," she continues, stepping over to a lean, energetic-seeming young man with spiky, bright blue hair, a tight sleeveless lightning blue-purple shirt and baggy darker blue pants, a big grin on his face that draws attention to the Egyptian-style markings around his silver eyes. "This is Hoshi, he's our top student in Rascal Style, the art of never doing what's expected, taking crazy risks, and trying weird solutions."\n\n"Hiya! Looking forward to getting wild with ya!" Hoshi chirps, giving you a jaunty salute.\n\n"And this is Cherry," Mei continues, gesturing to a short, fairly petite girl wearing chest-wrappings under a bright red vest, black pants, and what looks like a white hoodie with the sleeves tied around her waist. She's got her arms folded over her chest and has her pink eyes narrowed at you, the color matching her shoulder-length pink hair. "She's our best student in the Anger Style, the art of using over-the-top reactions to push your power, of striking hard and fast unexpectedly, and relentlessly pursuing a goal."\n\n"Don't get out of line with me, idiot, or I'll break your face!" she huffs. Somehow you're reminded intensely of Kuro.\n\n"This is Yaseinu," Mei continues, gesturing to a tall, lean girl with surprisingly understated colors all over, considering what you've seen so far. Her hair is fairly short and thoroughly rumpled, black with little patches of grey despite her obvious youth, with brilliant blue eyes, a white sleeveless silk top, and baggy black pants, her feet bare instead of the tabi socks or sandals most of the others are wearing. "She's the best at Destroyer Style among all the students, which is the specialty of always going all-out, refusing to be defeated no matter your injuries, and always displaying overwhelming strength."\n\n"Mm," Yaseinu greets, simply giving you a dignified nod. Huh, you suppose even understated reactions can be a stand-out style when you do them right.\n\n"This cutie is Hikari," Mei continues, grinning as she reaches out to give the fourth student's cheek a pinch, Hikari squealing and giggling. Her pink hair is brighter than Cherry's, almost the same color as Mei's ninja outfit, and hangs down her back in a long, straight wave to where it's tied at the bottom with a tie that has an attached pair of bells. She's wearing a netting bodysuit, with a purple and pink hooded vest zipped up over front of it up top (and hugging over boobs that aren't quite as impressive as Mei's but are getting there), and fairly modest black bikini-style bottoms worn down below, with high black tabi boots on her feet. "Hikari is a prodigy of Energy Style, which is all about, well, high energy. It's about keeping your spirit up, persevering through sheer force of will, and channeling your soul into your attacks!"\n\n"Hiiii!" Hikari chirps, raising a hand to wave. "Let's have lots of fun together, okay?!"\n\nYou can't help but grin and wave back at her, even as Mei gestures to the last of the students who's standing off to the side. She's wearing a sort of black poncho-like garment, obscuring much of what she's wearing beneath, though you can see that her legs are sheathed in red tights below something else black. The hood of the thing is pulled up and forward, just a few bits of black hair falling over her forehead and partially obscuring her eyes, her pale face turned downward. "And last but not least, that's Sasuko, who-"\n\nThe girl interrupts by raising her head and walking over towards you, stopping when her nose is almost touching yours and glaring into your eyes. You start a little as you realize that hers are red, and the pupils are X-shaped, like a pair of slashes amidst the color. "Don't bother getting to know me," she says in an utter monotone that still somehow manages to convey contempt. "Your existence doesn't matter in the least to me, and I want to be troubled by it as little as possible." Then she slides past, making sure to thud her shoulder against yours just enough to make it clear that it was intentional as she heads out the door.\n\n"Eheh." Mei gives a rueful grin and shakes her head as the other students give their own reactions, ranging from looking upward and rubbing the back of their heads to pouting and squirming. "Sasuko is the generation's leading genius at the Gloom Style... taking all your pain, misery, and other negative feelings and channeling them into power, persistance, and harnessing dangerous techniques. So don't take it personally, it's just her path of shinobi. ... Partly." She shrugs grandly, making her tits wobble, then declares, "But I guess she's missing out on the celebration dinner!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to eat! Again.|RunNinja]]

Desperate, you bear down on the tentacle penetrating you, trying not to cry out at the way it intensifies the writhing inside you. Gritting your teeth, you try your hardest, and gross as it is, you do manage to force a lot of the mascot cum out of your ass.\n\nThe tentacle in your hole pauses for a moment, giving an almost confused wriggle. Then the whole mass reaches back up, turning you and placing you back on the catwalk. You sigh in relief, thinking it's going to let you go.\n\nInstead you're suddenly forced down onto your knees, another tentacle pushing against the back of your head to shove your cheek against the metal grating. Your wrists are drawn together behind your back, a single tentacle wrapping around both. Now in a face-down-ass-up position, the tentacle in your ass goes to work, writhing and thrusting, fucking your gooey hole with abandon. Once again you grit your teeth, your eyes rolling up in your head as it fucks you with a dexterity no simple cock ever could, and this time it's apparently deliberate, rather than trying to get at the gooey jizz lining your hole.\n\nIt pumps and writhes and squirms around inside you, until you go from moaning and yowling like a guy to squealing and mewling like a girl. At some point the tip of a second tentacle pushes in as well, and the two begin designing the most devious patterns to fuck you with, pumping in and out at opposite speeds, writhing around each other and literally drilling into you, undulating at completely different speeds and directions. Your cock just keeps spewing load after load all over the catwalk, all over your own face, until you look like you've been bukkaked by an entire football team, on field and off.\n\nYou have no clue how long it works you now pliant and loose little hole, but it has to be hours. Finally the tentacles release you and draw back, allowing you to drop bonelessly to the metal floor, your whole body twitching with aftershocks.\n\n"My my my. I've never seen the Dweller to <i>that</i> before."\n\nYou barely manage to turn your head and lift it to look at the speaker. It's a woman, in her late teens or early twenties. She's very pale, her dark hair cut short save for two long falls on either side of her face. She's got dark mascara and black lipstick, making her brilliant, pale blue eyes almost glow. The tight black shirt she's wearing is scooped low over and hugged tight against her large breasts, and her crushed-fabric dress swishes easily around her legs as she cocks one hip.\n\n"Still, quite a little show, I actually had to go have dinner at one point and the action was still going on when I got back. After that I doubt you'll ever return to a normal life, you're doomed to be a complete buttslut."\n\nShe pauses, then lifts her head slightly, tapping one black-painted fingernail lightly against her black-painted lips. "You know, I could <i>use</i> a new buttslut, come to think of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse15xEnd]]

Striking another Worldland employee should be practically impossible with the layers of subliminal programming they put in you. \n\nIt's actually not that hard.\n\nYour fist slams into Maiko's cheek with an audible crack, her visible eye going wide and then unfocused in the same instant as she's spun out of her chair and thuds heavily to the ground. You glower at her long enough to see that her chest is moving, then take a glance around. No alarms, so no one's actively watching the room. Well, you've resolved yourself to doing something, now it's just a question of what.\n\nYour eyes fall on the Digitizer, then on the currently unmanned control board. Then they slowly turn towards the unconscious woman. Clenching your jaw, you give a single nod to yourself before grabbing her up and carrying her towards the white X on the floor.\n\nSeveral minutes later, Maiko groans and shifts in place. She turns her head and spits out several bloody teeth, then struggles to focus her eyes on you, face showing alarm as she sees you typing away quickly at her console. "Whu... whuh uh you doin'?" she asks around swollen gums, turning herself over heavily and trying to push herself up.\n\n"I'm adjusting your viewpoint," you answer without looking at her, your gaze still focused on the board as you type. "See, you made a mistake, Maiko. When you programmed in the memories of the Senshi, you were thinking we're just some cute magical girl show about defending the Earth from bad guys. You forgot, Sailor Moon can get pretty dark sometimes, just as dark as any pragmatism you were pushing. We aren't perfect heroes who never do anything the least bit shady or immoral, we're <i>soldiers</i>." You raise your head to glare at her. "And we'll do nearly anything to save the ones we love. But you make it about saving our Princess... and we'll violate any other beliefs we have, anything else we think is right, to bring her home. You're about to understand that."\n\n"Whu? NO!" she yelps, thrusting out a hand as the Digitizer fires, the beam striking her and feezing her in that position. You watch as her purple-haired, labcoat-clad form is reduced to faded colors and pixels of it flash at high speed into the glowing arperture. You quickly shift the template, ruthlessly directing the new implanted memories to be many times stronger and more prevalent than the old ones. Then you hit 'Reintegrate', watching as the Digitizer creates an almost orb shape where Maiko had been, the general shape gradually taking on the detail of glorious, almost glowing white feathers, massive wings folded over themselves.\n\nAs the gridlines disappear, the wings sweep apart with a sound like a flock of doves taking to the sky, several of them drifting elegantly through the air, a pure and holy light shining almost blindingly from the elegantly-posed figure in the center, long legs arranged just so, one hand to her chin and the other on her elbow.\n\n"My guardian deity is a planet with a sea of sand... the soldier of embrace... Sailor Neptune!"\n\nSailor Neptune smiles a bit, though the expression is still somehow quite serious as she steps down from the dais, her angelic wings giving a small flap and drawing in closer to her back.\n\n"What's our next move?"\n\n"Upgrade me," you answer bluntly, moving out from around the console and stalking towards the dais yourself. "Then start by picking yourself a Haruka. We've got more Senshi to make and not a lot of time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Not a lot of time later...|HLSenshi4x9]]

You grit your teeth in agony, tears streaming into the rain striking your face as you look at the already bending pole and at the encroaching hordes. You look down at Sailor Mars, and whisper, "I'll be back. I won't abandon you!"\n\n"I know you won't. I love you," she whispers, right before she lets go of your hand.\n\nYou scream as if you'd just watched your own arm be torn off as she's yanked through the air and thuds to the ground, the ribbons wrapping around her entire body mummy-stlye, leaving only her curves visible. The sky above you splits and tears with a maelstrom of lightning as you roar to the clouds, bursts of electricity ripping from your chest and striking at the closing-in youma, turning them to dust at the moment they're struck.\n\nBut more of them are closing in, and hating yourself for it, you leap up rebound off the surface of a wall and up to a rooftop, retreating towards Worldland. It's sunny and bright again by the time you get back, landing in the middle of a crowd of guests that jump with surprise at you apparently dropping out of the sky. Your programming won't allow you to actually shove them out of your way as you make your way towards the admin building, but apparently seeing a tall, dripping wet woman with a glare that could sear paint on her face is enough to have most of them scrambling out of your way.\n\n"We have to do something!" you snap at Maiko the moment the door slides aside, stalking into the digitizer room where she oversees mascot operations, making her look up from her board.\n\n"I was monitoring your comms," she answers, frowning as she sits back in her chair. "What exactly do you expect me to do?"\n\n"Do <i>something</i>!" you snarl, pointing in the general direction of the storm. "Make some more Senshi! Mobilize the other mascots! Whatever it takes! We have to get back there before whoever was directing all that cannon fodder makes off with the others and we can never find them again!"\n\n"The other mascots are <i>not</i> there to fight youma," Maiko answers grimly, still frowning at you. "Half of them don't even have their canon abilities, and the other half are tasked with defending Worldland and our guests if some outside force attempts an attack. With what you've said, that seems likely, so I'm definitely not pulling them away." She turns back to her board. "As for making new Senshi, that's exactly what I intend to do, once we've found suitable candidates. You should have a replacement Sailor Moon in a week or so, the others at intervals."\n\n"Repla-?!" You choke on the word, literally trembling with rage, clenching your fists so tightly that your green-painted nails cut through two layers of glove and draw blood from your palms.\n\n"Yes, replacements," she snaps back. "You think you're the first Sailor Jupiter? Or she's the first Sailor Mars? The nature of our reality means that sometimes Magical Girls get a Bad End. All we can do is make new ones to take their place. Without doing that, eventually the youma would overwhelm everything and plunge the world into darkness. So yes, we'll abandon your friends to their likely very erotic fate, and make some new ones that look just like them. And before <i>you</i> go off half-cocked, you just remember that you're the only other magical girl we've got right now! If you go off and get captured, Worldland would be without an effective defense against youma, which is like laying out a buffet for them. So take the rest of the day off, forget your friends, and tomorrow go back to smiling for cameras and bending over for tourists. Got it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit the wall.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hit Maiko.|HLSenshi4x8]]

You decide you don't like the sound of 'high level' or 'multiple', either one. Pressing a bit more firmly to your ear, you speak quietly into your wrist. "Understood, Mercury. Mars and I will converge on your location."\n\n<i>"Acknowledged."</i>\n\nNodding to Rei, you turn and make your way into one of those convenient alleys, her on your bootheels. You wish you were coming in here with her for a more fun reason, but oh well. Once the two of you are out of sight of the general crowds, you both leap up and onto the roof of the nearby shop, then begin hopping across multiple buildings with ease, focusing on the innate sense of where your fellows are when they're using their own powers. Soon all five of you are hopscotching across rooftops, following Sailor Mercury's lead.\n\n"Hey, two bucks says it's under the giant swirling mass of black clouds," Sailor Venus calls.\n\n"No bet!" you call back with a snort. This is technically the first time you'll be going into battle, but you find yourself neither nervous nor really afraid. You're Sailor Jupiter... you've got this.\n\nThe five of you hit the edge of the storm like it was an actual curtain, the water immediately hitting your thin costumes and immediately turning them mostly transparent. Any embarrassment over that immediately falls away as swarms of somewhat gooey-looking, indistinctly-formed creatures start pouring out of every nearby alley and shadow and descending on you as you land in the street. The darkened street immediately comes alive with flashes of light and shouted attacks, blue-purple lightning flashing across storefronts, orange energy whips scoring brick, gouts of flame evaporating falling rain, and high-pressure columns of water knocking youma sprawling.\n\n"Don't let them overwhelm you!" Sailor Moon calls as she slams a kick against the side of one of them's head. "'Fodder' youma aren't a threat unless they can get you down and get their hands all over you!"\n\n"There's way too many for a normal outbreak!" Sailor Mercury cries as she sweeps her hand apart, a more dispersed wave of water brushing back the youma that had started to encroach on her. "Keep an eye out for a 'boss'!"\n\nThen all five of you are too busy to talk about the situation any further. Knocking these youma down or destroying them isn't the problem, they're pathetically weak. It's just that no matter how many you incinerate with every blast of lightning, there are always more! Eventually you find yourself bumping back-to-back with Sailor Mars. "Where's Sailor Moon?" you ask a bit worriedly, glancing around at the only slightly thinned masses.\n\n"I don't know, we either got separated or she got taken," Mars replies grimly.\n\n"We have to find her!" Sailor Mercury cries, and apparently overcome with impulsiveness darts forward, making for a break in the crowd. With your enhanced Senshi senses, you actually hear the *klik* as she steps on something, and see as she barely has time to look down before there's an eruption of blue rubber from under the sole of her shoe, parts of it grabbing her wrists and ankles and yanking her into a fetal position before the rest of it surrounds her in a solid sphere.\n\n"Mercury!" Sailor Venus yelps, brandishing her whip of energy hearts and racing towards her trapped friend, only to spin around as something hits her hand with a *splut*, encasing it and the end of her whip. She yelps as another gooey orange sphere hits her other hand and knocks her to the ground, the stuff spreading out as it hits the pavement, more of them hitting along her arms and legs, one even striking right between her legs. "I'm pinned! I-I can't break it!"\n\nTerror had already started to hit as you saw your friends captured, but it explodes within you as you hear a cry of shock and horror from behind you. Operating on pure instinct, you whip around and grab at Sailor Mars's hand as she's pulled away from you. You dig your heels in as you see that there's some sort of device on the ground that has sprouted what look like red ribbons that have wound around her legs and are trying to pull her over.\n\n"Jupiter!"\n\n"Just hang on!" you cry, gritting your teeth as you're slowly dragged across the pavement. You snap your other hand out and grab a lamppost with your other hand, gripping it just as tightly as you're gripping her hand. The muscles in your slenderly-toned arms stand out in stark relief as you try to hold on to your lover with every ounce of your being, the shriek of metal starting to bend drowning out your growl of effort.\n\nSailor Mars looks back and forth with wide, fearful eyes at the youma starting to draw in, gibbering and raising their hands in grasping motions. She looks back at you, near-panic on her face even as she whispers, "Leave me."\n\n"NO!" you blurt, the response as instinctive as breathing.\n\n"You have to! It's your only chance!" Her expression becomes more peaceful, almost pleading, lips curling in a sad smile. "It's <i>our</i> only chance."\n\n<hr>\n[["Never!"|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... I'll be back! I promise!"|HLSenshi4x7]]

"It's nice to have a Sailor Jupiter, finally!" Usagi chirps, right before stuffing her face with what looks like at least half her burger at once. "N'h wuh hahf duh wh'l s'dda Innuh S'nshuh!"\n\n"Usagi," Rei hisses. "God, we can't go anywhere with you."\n\n"Y'know, guys," Minako says, grinning and gesturing with a french fry as she leans her chin on her other hand. "Haruka and Michiru are actually supposed to be the pair of obvious lesbian Senshi. You're kind of throwing off the scheme, here."\n\nYou just grin back at her, taking Rei's hand and lifting it to give it a kiss, then striking a bit of a pose. "We don't need... men."\n\nRei completes the pose with you. "Is that bad?"\n\nMinako bursts into laughter, actually dropping her fry and slapping the tabletop. "You bitches! That was supposed to be me and Rei!"\n\n"Well you never applied for the position," Rei huffs, poking her tongue out.\n\nMinako just grins, picking her fry back up and popping it in her mouth. "You seem happy, though. Happier than I've seen you in awhile."\n\n"It's true," Ami adds, a bit of a guilty look flashing across her blue eyes. "Rei-chan, have you been unhappy all this time? I'm so sorry if we didn't realize..."\n\n"Well I was keeping some of it to myself, so it's fine. It wasn't anyone's fault, I just... feel better now." She smiles and turns to kiss your cheek.\n\n"I think it's great!" Usagi chirps as she finishes decimating her burger. "I mean, Mars/Jupiter isn't as huge a pairing as say, Mars/Moon, or Jupiter/Mercury, but it's definitely more fun than-"\n\n"Keep your fanfic reading to yourself," Minako says dryly, tossing a pickle at the other blonde and causing her to chomp it out of the air. Then she rises to her feet. "Well, I've got a date before the night shift! I better go if I wanna catch a shower between, and I'll probably need it. Later guys," she adds, waving and heading off.\n\n"Usagi and I have youma monitoring duty," Ami adds, tugging on the twintailed girl's arm as she makes a whiny noise. "Come along, Princess."\n\n"Fiiiine, but I want some chicken nuggets for the road," Usagi huffs, finally letting herself be pulled to her feet.\n\nRei snickers, then gives your cheek yet another kiss. "C'mon. We've got mascot duty."\n\nThe two of you make your way to one of the mascot locker rooms, where a number of other characters (male, female, and a few that are a bit of both) are also changing from casual clothes to their costumes or vice versa. You wave to a few and exchange polite greetings, divert around where FemShep and Fem+Grey Warden are currently fucking on the floor, and arrive at your locker. You strip down, not bothering with feelings of modesty... you're pretty sure you've been programmed not to have any in this situation. You jump a little as Mai Shiranui walks by and slaps both you and Rei's bare asses, the pair of you sticking your tongues out at the laughing, near-naked ninja as she waves over her shoulder.\n\n"God, these things are as thin as tissue paper," Rei gripes as she hauls the one-piece part of her costume into place and lets it seal up the back, then starts attaching her skirt. "If they didn't regenerate I'd have to change into a new one about ten times a day. The old ones held up when they got tugged at, these just tear right off your tits."\n\n"Yeah, well, it's no picnic being the tall one in this outfit type," you add, albeit with a philosophical tone. "Yesterday I heard at least three kids say 'Mommy why is Sailor Jupiter's butt hanging out?'"\n\nThat makes her giggle, sliding her newly-gloved hands around and gripping said butt. "Because Daddy... and Sailor Mars... likes it that way."\n\n"See? You're a perv too." You smirk and lean down for a quick kiss, then pull away and head for the door. "Area 12A today, right?"\n\n"Near the prop museum, yeah."\n\nAbout a half hour passes uneventfully, the two of you standing within easy sight of each other as you greet guests and talk to enthusiastic children and sometimes even more enthusiastic adult men. You pose for pictures with families, not even flinching when the dads inevitably slip a hand back to squeeze your practically bare ass. In fact, you're looking forward to the part of the day when the crowds thin just a little, and someone will inevitably make a more bold come-on that will have you leading them off to a nearby alley. It is one of the things you were made for, after all, and while slightly humiliating, is still one of the more enjoyable parts of your job.\n\nYou're bidding adieu to one family, still feeling the pretty, wholesome-looking mother's fingers stroking your pussy when there's a quiet beep in your ear that makes you reflexively raise a hand to touch it.\n\n<i>"This is Sailor Mercury. We've got a high-level youma reading, possibly multiples. I am deploying along with Sailor Moon and Sailor Venus. Uncertain if we'll need backup."</i>\n\nRei trots over to you, frowning and then looking up at you, obviously wondering whether you think the two of you need to go as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|HLSenshi4x6]]\n\n[[Stay.|HLSenshi5x1]]

You smile and bring your gloved hands up to her cheeks, drawing her in as you lean down and close your eyes, pressing your lips to hers. You feel her go stiff for just a moment in surprise, then lean up and into the kiss, her arms sliding around your middle. You work your lips gently against hers, brushing your tongue against her own gently, keeping the kiss mostly soft to make it clear that it's from feeling more than desire. Then you raise up some, moving your arms to put them around her.\n\n"Rei... earlier, we were lovers for an hour. Now, we've been friends for years. I think between the two of those things, I can say I want us to be more than friends." You duck down to peck her lips again, then add, "If you want to, that is. I'd like to let the desire we felt and the friendship inside us come together into something more than both."\n\nShe stares at you for a few moments, then actually breaks down crying, pressing her face against your plush chest. Awkwardly, you rub the back of your head and glance away, not sure if that's a good response or a bad one. At least until she gives a little leap to kiss you again, before sniffling. "Y-you... you know the only thing magical girls are more vulnerable to than molestation is big romantic speeches, r-right?"\n\n"I'll keep it in mind for the future," you murmur fondly, picking her up off the floor and giving her a spin, making her laugh.\n\nAn hour and a delivery pizza later, Rei's nude body is straddling yours, her hands playing over the huge, firm globes of your tits, fingers gently tweaking the nipples or sinking into the yielding flesh. "Geez, I think they're bigger than your head. They really did a number on you, Mako-chan."\n\n"You're no A-cup yourself," you reply, your voice hitching a bit with pleasure despite your dry tone. You raise your hands and give her own nipples a pinch, making her squeak. "So we're 'Black Dog' proportions, huh?"\n\n"And I'll just bet they've ramped our sex drive up even more, if I recall those doujins correctly," she says with a sigh, then grins and leans down, letting her breasts practically sink into yours as she nips at your chin and lower lip. "Oh horrors."\n\nLaughing, you roll her over onto her back and settle on top of her, kissing at her neck and feeling her wriggle underneath you. "If <i>I</i> recall right... and I'm not sure which me knew this... we also better watch out for stout middle-aged men."\n\n"Because none of <i>those</i> visit theme parks," Rei giggles, looping her arms around your neck and drawing you up for another kiss. Once it's broken, though, her brow wrinkles, expression concerned. "... You're okay, right? I know it's a lot to take in. I've been changed for two years and it's still sometimes hard for me."\n\n"I feel okay, Rei-chan," you assure her. After a moment, you pull her with you as you sit up, guiding her to straddle your lap. You stroke her naked back gently, feeling her gradually relax against you, her head tucking against the nape of your neck. "If I weren't here, with you... like this... it might be harder, but this just feels really right and for right now that's all that matters to me."\n\n"Maybe that's what it is," she murmurs softly against your skin. "When I got changed, it was because I was given the option by Worldland security. It was become Sailor Mars or..." She trails off, then just shakes her head against you, raven hair brushing your skin as she moves. "The others were nice to me, but they were just friends... if we had sex it was just because of our magical girl libidos. It was sweet, and it was kind, but... it wasn't this."\n\n"... You've been lonely, haven't you?" You whisper, starting to stroke her hair. At the soft affirmative noise she makes, you draw her back and kiss her cheek. "You don't have to be lonely anymore, Rei-chan. You have someone that understands you." You brush a streak of wetness off her cheek with your thumb. "You have someone who loves you, and isn't going to let you be alone again. You brought me into this because you cared about me and wanted to protect me... now it's my turn to care about you and protect you."\n\n"... Idiot." She brushes her tears away with her palm. "Are all these romantic statements something you got as Makoto, or are they Eric?"\n\n"Does it matter?" You grin and kiss her lower lip. "They're both right here and they both love you."\n\nShe sniffles once more, then dives back into a kiss, pushing you onto your back with the force of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HLSenshi4x5]]

"I've already decided that I'll become a Sailor Senshi, it'd be kind of weird to only go... uh, halfway," you mutter, shifting in place. "I think I'll go with the... 'normal'."\n\n"Your choice. I'm sure you'll have hours of fun with your new pussy, anyway, and feel free to have some with me," Maiko chirps, right before pressing a button, leaving you staring agog at her when the beam hits.\n\nFrom your perspective, it's almost like nothing happens. You're standing there your normal self one moment, and standing there your normal self the next moment. It's just that it starts to sink in that somewhere in those moments, your concept of your normal self changed. You look down at yourself... that's your Senshi uniform, alright, hugging your full breasts, the thong back of your panties barely hidden below the drape of your skirt. But you remember that until the sudden flash from the digitizer, none of those were yours, or existed. You stare at your hands, then bring them to your chest, cupping your tits... yes, feels like they always do, except that they're a couple of seconds old.\n\n"You'll experience a little dysphoria at first, but it should fade away in about an hour," Maiko says briskly, already tapping her board again. "After that it should only happen if you think too hard about your old life for extended periods. But let's make sure everything's settled in right. When I say a word, say the first word that comes to mind. Name."\n\n"Makoto." You blink a bit at that. You remember your name being Eric... but when you think of your name, 'Makoto' is what comes to mind, or maybe 'Jupiter'. But it's like she said... your old life is starting to become a bit disconnected, like some book you read and just remember really well.\n\n"Enemy."\n\n"Youma."\n\n"Cocks."\n\n"Yes please." You blink, then blush brightly at Maiko's snicker.\n\n"Rei?" Maiko adds in an innocent tone.\n\n"Sexy." That leads to more blushing and an actual full-out laugh from the purple-haired girl.\n\n"I'd say your new memories and old ones are mingling fine. Like I said, you'll feel weird for a little while, but in no time at all you'll just feel like Makoto all the time without it seeming odd. Okay, send Rei in, would you?" she adds, already bringing up another image on the screen.\n\nWell. At least you won't be the only one in this particular fanservicey situation. You step out of the sliding door, Rei turning towards you and staring a little. You feel a fresh rush of memories of time spent with her, years of association instead of a day's. Your head almost swims for a moment before you shake it off. "Um. Maiko's ready for you."\n\n"Right," she murmurs, before disappearing through the door. You lean back against the wall, hands behind your back, turning over some of those memories of Rei. Your lips curl in little fond smiles as you remember this or that incident from first-hand perspective rather than distantly-remembered episodes you might have glimpsed bits of years ago. It's only a minute or two before Rei emerges from the room with her new proportions, blushing a little, obviously resisting the urge to cover her larger, slightly more thinly-covered chest with an arm. "Well, got that over with. I'm sure the others will be just thrilled. ... You're taller than me now," she adds, looking up at you.\n\n"Yeah, guess so," you muse, straightening up and rubbing the back of your neck, since part of you remembers <i>always</i> being taller than her. You smile down at her. "I'll get used to it. It's not too bad, huh?"\n\n"No, I guess not." She looks down, kicking one of her heeled feet a bit, then peeks up at you uncertainly. "Um... listen, we did this to keep you from falling to the Boyfriend Effect, and we've probably done that. And I know that right now you're being bombarded by all these memories of us being just friends, so I'm just saying, if that's all you want to be, just friends..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|HLSenshi4x4]]

"Well. Having a job doesn't sound too bad, uh, even if it's a really weird way to get one," you admit after a bit of thought. "I guess I could become a Sailor Senshi with you?"\n\n"That seems the safest thing," she admits, then smiles a little. "You do get used to it. I mean, it never entirely stops being weird, but you get used to it, and there are a lot of good things about it. The others may be my friends partly because we're written that way, but they're still the best friends I've ever had." She draws away a bit. "Well, we should get dressed and go, the sooner we do this the better." She pauses, then glances down at her somewhat rumpled, stained suit. "Correction. Let's shower first."\n\n"Oh. Right. You can go first," you volunteer, rubbing the back of your head.\n\nShe grins, snagging your hand and pulling you along with her. "I said let's shower. You won't be a guy after today, sad to say, so best to give your maleness a good sendoff."\n\nYou let out the most mixed-feelinged 'oh' ever as that sinks in, before you're rather quickly distracted by watching Rei wiggle her way out of the costume. Soon everything is a hot, wet, soapy confusion that blurs your mind as your body moves against Rei's in the shower, both of you moaning and gasping and kissing almost desperately. If this really is the last time you ever have sex as a guy, you probably should be paying closer attention, but it all winds up as a damp, pleasant blur by the time the two of you have dressed and Rei takes you by the hand and shows you out of the room and back to Worldland, heading for one of the administration buildings.\n\nSoon you find yourself standing in front of a rather... interesting-looking individual, with Rei explaining the whole situation. "-and that's why we thought it best if he became Sailor Jupiter." The black-haired girl glances at you as she finishes. "That way he should avoid the Boyfriend Effect."\n\n"Hm, no particular reason it shouldn't work," the odd-looking person muses, rubbing her chin. She notices you looking at her and grins, tucking her hands in her coat pockets and giving it a flap. "You like the look? Stole it from a visual novel. Name too. They call me Doctor Maiko around here."\n\n"You, uh... stole your look and name from a visual novel?"\n\n"Here at Worldland, your body and identity are just sort of an aesthetic," she replies with a snicker. "You'll understand soon. Here, go stand on the white X."\n\nYou move up onto a slightly raised area of floor, scuffling over to stand on an X painted on the floor. You glance at the large monitor on one wall, which apparently reflects Maiko's workstation as she sits down and starts typing, bringing up an image.\n\n"Uh, what the hell, Maiko?" Rei blurts, both of you staring at the screen. "That is <i>not</i> a screenshot!"\n\n"Sorry, Rei, orders from above, I'm to convert you all to 'Black Dog' proportions," the purple-haired woman chirps with a broad, toothy grin that says she isn't sorry at all. "I gotta do you, too, since you're here. So if you want better step outside and say goodbye to your can-be-covered-by-hands boobies, while I work on our friend here."\n\nRei mutters, then nods at you. "Sorry, Eric. I'll be back in a minute." She slips out, and you wonder if she's actually going to say goodbye to her normal-sized boobs.\n\n"Well! Alone at last!" Maiko says cheerfully, turning back towards you. "Now, try to stay still, you'll leave a silly-looking computer record if you flinch when you get zapped," she continues, tapping more equipment and causing something suspiciously ray-gun-like to swing towards you.\n\n"Whoa! What the heck is that thing?!" you yelp.\n\n"That's the Digitizer. Basically, what it will do is, at incredible speeds, scan your entire molecular structure, then convert it to energy and pull it into the computer. There I'll alter the pattern to match the new one... Sailor Jupiter-"\n\n"So I'll really look like that?!"\n\n"Correct."\n\n"... I'll be bottomless under the skirt?"\n\n"It's a T-back, do you mind?"\n\n"Uh, sorry."\n\n"Thank you. Anyway, I'll alter your pattern into the one we've constructed for Sailor Jupiter. For cases like this we mostly leave your memories intact, but add new ones as necessary to help you be a bit closer to the character. You'll also have certain... tendencies that are inherent to all magical girls."\n\n"... Rei said they're all natural sluts."\n\n"Pretty much!" Maiko giggles. "Something about fighting the forces of evil in cute outfits apparently makes you really prone to being molested and enjoying it, who knew? The only question is, how big of a slut do you wanna be?"\n\n"Er, what?"\n\n"I can let you keep your 'equipment', you know." She grins broadly. "Actually, I can make it quite a bit more impressive. At least to match those new boobs. Of course, the only thing hornier and less discriminating than a magical girl is a futanari magical girl. Don't plan on having much of a social life beyond bending people over and getting bent over, if you want that. 'Course, that's just a private option between you and me... the park's really expecting a 'normal' Sailor Jupiter, aside from wanting me to up the perv factor."\n\n<hr>\n[["Normal" Jupiter.|HLSenshi4x3]]\n\n[[Futa Jupiter.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

"Okay, okay." More because you're having difficulty standing her sad and worried behavior than anything else, you relent. Shifting onto your knees, you make your way over to rest your hands on her shoulders. "I believe you, uh... Rei."\n\nShe smiles wanly. "It doesn't sound like you do, but I appreciate the sentiment."\n\n"Well, okay, maybe I don't believe entirely. Not yet," you admit, then lean in to kiss her cheek. "But I'll try, okay? You've been nothing but good to me so far, even if you did get carried away and doom me, I'll trust you."\n\n"Thank you," she whispers, raising a gloved hand to lay it over one of yours and squeeze it.\n\n"So! Loopholes," you prompt, grinning a little.\n\n"Okay, well." She frowns. "I normally wouldn't suggest this, even to someone in your situation, but maybe if you got a job here as a Sailor Senshi."\n\n"Er."\n\n"Yeah, I know how it sounds. I didn't always look like this, you know," she says, gesturing to herself with both hands. "Basically there's this process they can put you through where you'll become an authentic magical girl, a specific one. We don't have a Sailor Jupiter right now, so that would be the easiest thing. There's apparently not much more doom than average for magical girls who date other magical girls, so even if the universe still thinks we're... well, girlfriends... nothing too bad should happen."\n\n"O... kay." You nod a little. "That's one option."\n\n"I doubt you'll like any of them," she replies ruefully, shaking her head and giving another wan smile. "There are a few other exceptions to the effect. One is if you fulfill some fanservice demographic. Like, uh... a cute trap."\n\n"A tra-..." You take a few moments to recall that term from your online ventures, and swallow. "Er... you want me to crossdress?"\n\n"It's an option. No offense, you've got the build and face for it, and I bet a lot of my clothes would fit you." Her cheeks color. "And admittedly, I'd find it kind of sexy."\n\n"Mmf." Your cock stirs a little at her looking at you through her lashes like that... and maybe a little at the thought of her helping you into a pair of panties. Clearing your throat, you ask, "Anything else?"\n\n"Well, the last one's really a longshot, but if you want to keep your masculinity intact... or maybe even enhance it... there's the 'Defeat Means Friendship' exclusion."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Basically, if you become a bad guy, and then I win you back to the side of good. It's super risky... if we don't pull it off just right, you might wind up tragically dying in my arms after making a heroic self-sacrifice, or something." She looks at you sheepishly, then shrugs. "But, you'd get to stay a guy. Wearing guy clothes. And maybe we'd actually wind up together, like an almost normal couple. I kind of think I wouldn't mind that," she adds, glancing down and blushing again.\n\nYou have to admit that's a bit tempting too. But it sounds like being normal-turned villain-turned hero could wind up with you easily going out in a blaze of glory instead. Whether 'tis nobler to risk a dramatic death, or to sacrifice manhood by wearing panties or becoming a tall leggy brunette...\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Sailor Jupiter.|HLSenshi4x2]]\n\n[[Become a trap.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Become a handsome and charismatic villain.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

That does seem to be the most devilishly fitting out of all the options, doesn't it? Nabiki, so eager to cash in on Ranma being caught on video taking the knot... oho, in fact that would make it even better, wouldn't it?\n\nGrinning, you slide off the bed (and take a moment to remove the condom and toss it on Nabiki's desk), standing beside the bed as you find the 'Spawn' section of the debug menu. It does take a bit of poking around to find the animal section, but when you do it's actually pretty simple to find a heading for, specifically, 'Dogs (Male, Aroused)'. Wow, there's quite a selection too, the pervert who programmed this for sure wanted to have a lot of options for stuff like this! You briefly consider spawning some particularly ugly, dirty mutt, but eventually decide that would just make the resultant video too unpleasant to watch. No, got to make it prime viewing for any interested party, you think as you spawn a German Shepherd, grinning at the sight of the dog appearing (similarly frozen in place) on the floor, its red rocket of a prick jutting below its belly. You take a moment to use the menu to increase the size of its cock until it's a bit bigger than you are (no male ego here!) and then lift the motionless canine up onto the bed and settle him onto Nabiki's back. It takes a bit of trial and error to pose him properly, like some sort of oversized action figure, but soon you have his forelegs wrapped around Nabiki's middle and his cock lined up with her pusssy. You push on his back, guiding him until he's about a third of the way in, to make sure he can start fucking her properly the very instant you unfreeze things.\n\nYou take a step back and just take a moment to stroke your cock, enjoying the frozen tableau of Nabiki in her arrogant I'm-not-feeling-good expression, not yet aware she's got a dog on her back or his cock in her pussy. Then you spawn a fresh new video camera, going ahead and setting it to record even though it won't start until you close the menu. You get Nabiki nice and framed up in the viewfinder, making sure her whole body (including her face and her dangling tits) can be seen and as much of the dog on top of her as possible. Then you minimize the window again.\n\nThere's just half a heartbeat where Nabiki's still moaning muffledly without realizing that there's been any change, and in which the dog shifts forward a bit in part of a thrust. Then Nabiki's eyes widen as she starts to process the furry weight on her back, the paws pressing against her belly, and the different feel of the cock inside her. But in that same moment the dog realizes he's already fucking a bitch, and with a happy, and very canine <i>whff!</i> he begins thrusting rapidly, Nabiki yelping loudly as her eyes roll some at the feeling of a big bestial dick pounding into her pussy where it was just yours. "Wha, no, ah, f-fuck, how?!" she stammers, obviously too discombobulated by the suddenness of the change and the sudden beastfucking to form anything even like a coherent sentence as the dog's hips slam against her ass and make her tits sway wildly under her.\n\n"Gosh, Nabiki, who knew you were such a fucking slut?" you say nice and loudly for the camera as you slowly move around to the side, holding the camera with one hand and stroking your cock with the other. You pan the view around so that there's a nice side-on angle of the dog fucking her, then even squat down and zoom in close so his massive, vein-riddled red puppy prick can be seen pounding into her pussy, leaving no doubt that the dog is actually and thoroughly fucking her. "Even giving it up to a dog, damn!"\n\n"N-no, I, I, I-!" Nabiki struggled to protest, her teeth clenched and drool running down the sides of her chin as she's more and more overwhelmed by the canine cock claiming her cunt. The fact that she was good and horny before and now can't help but get off on being raped by an animal is obviously pounding her brain as much as the physical sensation, her face an absolutely beautiful mingling of humiliation, anger, and pleasure. As such you make sure to zoom in and take a nice close-up of that too, along with the German Shepherd's head where it's tucked next to hers, his tongue lolled out and dripping drool in obvious pleasure at how good his bitch's hot little breeding hole is around him.\n\nYou continue moving around, filming Nabiki being fucked by her canine rapist and catching all her increasingly sluttily-moaned protests and squeals, capturing views of his balls swaying as he slams his knot ever more eagerly against her dripping, plumped-up pussylips. You catch it as he starts pressing harder at the end of each thrust, making it more and more obvious he's about to fully knot her, and just as he finally forces the bulging ball inside her you swing around to catch Nabiki's face, her eyes rolling up completely as she lets out a strangled yowl of what's obviously orgasm, her body shaking as she cums. Of course, you also get a good shot of you spraying your own load all over her face as she does, decorating her hair and nose and lips with long streamers of creamy white as the dog on her back similarly pumps puppyseed into her womb.\n\n"Nnnnh... anh... ah..." Nabiki groans as she slowly slumps onto the bed... then turns her head and stares almost uncomprehendingly as you set the first camera down on the pillow next to her head.\n\n"There you go, Nabs, the camera with footage of Ranma fucking a dog on it!" you chirp cheerfully, grinning at her look of shock and fear as you hold up the other one and reverse its viewfinder, her own whorish cries echoing out of it as you replay some of the video. "Of course, we didn't make any deals about this one, so I guess it's mine to do with as I please."\n\n"W-wait!" she stammers, reaching out desperately with one hand, then giving a 'grk!' as the dog on her back gives a few little thrusts of his hips and works his knot around inside her, as if reminding her of her place.\n\n<hr>\n[[Walk out.|RanDeb]]\n\n[["I'm listening."|RanDeb1x17]]

"I'm listening. I mean, wait..." You make a show of tapping several buttons on the camera, then grin at Nabiki. "That is, now that I've uploaded a cloud backup of the video, I'm listening."\n\nNabiki grinds her teeth, but apparently realizes she doesn't exactly have a lot of leverage to bargain with considering she's <i>still</i> got a dog on top of her with its swollen knot lodged inside her cunt. "F-fine... I don't know how you did this, you bastard, but what do you want to not release that video?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Money.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Everything.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Obedience.|RanDeb]]

Without saying a word, you just grin and push down the front of your pants, freeing your half-hard and size-enhanced cock to let it wobble in the air a bit. Nabiki's eyes widen, a soft breath sucked in between her lips, before she quickly plasters on an angry expression. "You <i>can't</i> be serious!"\n\n"Suck me off and let me fuck you, and the video's yours," you answer breezily. "Heck, I won't even say you need to clear the rest of my debt. You can just have it." Not like you actually need to worry about the debt anyway, you could just spawn the money you needed.\n\nNabiki worries her lower lip with her teeth a little, obviously torn between her desire to be the one in control and her desire for that video... and you can't help but think, a fair bit of desire for your cock. So you're not too surprised when she says, "Fine... two loads. I suck you off, and you can do me <i>once</i>, but that's it! Then you give me that camera... and I'm keeping it, by the way!"\n\n'Of course you are,' you think smugly even as you push your pants down the rest of the way and step out of them, sitting down on the bed beside her and undoing your shirt as well. You catch Nabiki eyeing your muscles rather lustfully as well, even as she tries to seem uneager about wrapping a hand around your shaft and starting to stroke it.\n\n"No kissing," she murmurs as you lean in a bit... and makes a little yip that she tries to turn into an aggravated noise as you nip at her ear instead.\n\n'You're as tsundere as your sister,' you think with a smirk as she slides down off of the bed and around to face you as she settles on her knees, stroking your shaft with both hands. Despite her attempts to play it cool, you can feel the quickened pants of her breath as she leans in and starts licking at your balls, her tongue hot and wet as it strokes over them. For all her pretenses, she's soon sucking and licking rather enthusiastically at your sack, her hands stroking near-worshipfully over your shaft. 'Well someone likes big dick,' you think, stroking over her hair, her eyes flicking up towards you in another attempted annoyed glance that contains way too much heated desire to come off properly.\n\nSoon she's sliding her mouth over your cockhead, tongue swirling and washing over it a little too eagerly... though maybe she's justifying that by trying to make you cum fast, her tongue rolling against the indentation in the underside. Even if that was her plan, she soon starts bobbing her head downwards, taking in a bit more each time, until you can feel the back of her throat bump against your cockhead. You decide to take advantage of her brief hesitation at that to urge her, "Hey, use your tits too."\n\nShe shoots you another look... but only briefly. Sliding her mouth off of your cock, she lifts her T-shirt up and off, tossing it aside before leaning up and wrapping her large breasts around your shaft. You can see the extra flash of arousal in her eyes when, despite her OVA-sized assets, the head of your cock still pokes out of them conveniently. Wrapping her mouth around it again, she starts sucking and licking once more, tongue swirling and curling around it and under it as she massages her tits around the rest. This time you can both hear and feel her moans as she rocks her body a bit against you, stroking her boobs along your prick, her lips almost kissing her own cleavage as she sucks down the head. You can feel the shudders of pleasure run through you at the softness of her breasts massaging you, and that hot, wet, eager mouth working your head, but it's almost as much of a thrill to watch her steadily get more and more into prostituting herself for a bestiality video.\n\nSo when you feel your orgasm approaching, you don't really fight the urge to grab the back of her head and shove her down, practically pressing her face into her own tits as you push up, balls rubbing against her chest as you start emptying them into her mouth. Nabiki gives a gurgling noise of surprise, left with no option but to start swallowing as your cum floods her mouth, some of it leaking back out to smear all over her cleavage around your shaft as she squirms and writhes, hands thwapping at your thighs in protest. When you let her head go she yanks it up, gasping loudly, just in time for a thick streamer of cum to fly up and splatter right across the bridge of her nose and along her cheek. "Hey!" she growls.\n\n"Oops," you reply without the faintest hint of an apology. \n\nScowling, she just sits there for a moment, before sighing a bit and standing up, cum-smeared tits wobbling as she bends forward and shoves down the boyshorts, revealing a shaven and rather glistening pussy. "Fine, whatever, but you better have a condom or this deal is off."\n\nDeciding not to point out that if the deal was off at this point she'd have sucked you off for free, you instead access the menu and spawn a condom that will fit you, holding it up in demonstration once the menu is closed. Nabiki snatches it out of your hand, trying to disguise her eagerness as annoyance as she rips the package open and bends down to slide it on, eyes flashing with blatant desire as she slips the purple sheath over your still stiff and throbbing prick. Then she climbs up onto all fours on the bed, giving you what she must think is a 'hurry up and get it over with' look over her shoulder. Also deciding not to tease her on why she decided to do it 'doggy style', you get up behind her, rubbing one hand over her ass as you use the other to stroke the rubber-sheathed tip of your dick up and down her wet lips.\n\n"Nnnnh... put it in already," Nabiki demands breathlessly.\n\n'If you say so,' you think, settling yourself at her entrance and then grabbing her by the waist before thrusting in all at once.\n\n"Giiiiiih!" Nabiki gives a wholly undignified squeal as she finds herself spread so wide and so deep so fast, shuddering and rolling her eyes a little, her whole body twitching a bit as you start thrusting. "B-bastard," she tries to growl, but it just comes out as a moan as you start fucking her, your hips slapping against her round ass as you pump into her and make her tits wobble... not unlike Ranma looked when getting fucked by the dog, you think in amusement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just keep fucking her.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Use the menu to mess with her.|RanDeb1x15]]\n\n[[Dominate her.|RanDeb]]

It's way too good an opportunity to take her down a few pegs, you think with a grin as you open the menu, Nabiki abruptly going entirely still underneath you, her face completely frozen in its haughty attempt to look unaffected by you fucking her. You give a few particularly hard thrusts just to satisfy yourself for a moment, then pull out, stroking your latex-sheathed cock as you eye her. \n\nWell, the debug menu is the most obvious way to do it, and provides plenty of options. A few would even be in the 'poetic justice' range, you can't help but muse. Some of them would just be amusing! Let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her one of the aphrodisiacs.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Knock her up.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Have a dog fuck her.|RanDeb1x16]]

Besides enjoying the show, you can imagine lots of fun potential uses for this video afterward. You start to increase the speed of jerking yourself off as the dog starts picking up speed itself, fucking Ranma harder. You kind of wish you could go in and get a better view, but it would eliminate some of the fun of sneaking around to get it and feeling like a voyeur.\n\n"Oh god oh fuck oh fuck oh god oh fuck," Ranma whimpers softly as she's literally beastfucked, her body starting to rock back against the dog's thrusts of its own initiative, making her tits sway even more heavily underneath her. Her stiff nipples are practically drilling holes in the silk, and underneath the dog's panting and her moaning you can actually make out the soft squelch of how wet her pussy is as the dog's fat spearlike shaft pumps into it rapidly. You're pretty certain she's already cum a few times, but she obviously has her biggest as the dog suddenly gives a hard thrust and wriggle forward. Ranma lets out a muffled squeal, her lips curving up in an idiotic grin even as her jaw clenches and her eyes roll, her body shuddering as the dog forces its swollen knot inside her.\n\nYou let out a soft, muffled moan of your own as you spill your load onto the grass, your cock twitching in your hand... and then your shaft jerks and shoots another, harder strand in a combination of arousal and amusement as the dog shifts and twists, Ranma yelping loudly as it turns ass-to-ass with her. The pigtailed redhead shivers, blushing brightly in humiliation even as she reaches between her legs to start fingering her clit again while the dog's still tied to her. Eventually she gives a long, slutty moan as the dog gives a few tugs and pulls free, its slightly deflated knot popping out, the zoom on the camera perfectly capturing its slick red cock dropping out of her gaping pussy along with a rush of cum.\n\nQuickly tucking away both your cock and the camera, you edge backwards and head back to the gate, sliding back out of it and returning to the house. Along the way, you try to decide what to do with the video you shot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sell it to Nabiki.|RanDeb1x13]]\n\n[[Upload it to the net.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Blackmail Ranma.|RanDeb19x1]]

Seems like this would be a significant upgrade for Nabiki over just pictures of Ranma in a bikini or topless. Grinning, you head upstairs to her room and knock on the door.\n\n"What?" comes back the unenthusiastic call.\n\n"It's Eric. I have a business proposition for you."\n\n"... Fine, come in."\n\nYou stroll in, the brown-haired girl wearing what's probably her sleep ensemble, a pair of boyshorts and an oversized T-shirt. She's settled on the side of the bed, pose both modest and just slightly seductive, probably hoping to put you off guard. "Hoping to get out of debt like any other Saotome?"\n\nFigures that even on debug you'd start in debt to Nabiki. But you just grin and say, "I think what I've got goes waaaay beyond any debt I have. You could make more money with this than you'd ever get off me in a lifetime."\n\nThough she obviously tries to play it cool, you can see bright interest flicker in her eyes. "Oh really? And just what is it you've got?"\n\nYou take out the camera and turn the viewfinder around to face her, having already cued up part of the video before hitting 'Play'. Nabiki's eyes widen as you hear the sound of Ranma moaning and the dog panting heavily, complete shock and a fresh light of interest flashing across her face... and, you can't help but notice, her nipples going stiff under the T-shirt. Grinning, you tap the 'Stop' button and turn the viewfinder back around to close it. "A bit better than nudie pics, huh? With this you could make Ranma your slave for life... or sell it for tons of money. Or probably both if you work it right."\n\n"You're... a sick puppy, Eric," Nabiki says slowly as she folds her arms over her chest... then blushes just a little as she realizes how her phrasing sounded. "... But I guess it might be worth something, maybe."\n\n"C'mon, let's not bullshit, I'll walk right out of here and go sell it to some porn shop instead."\n\nNabiki winces and raises a hand. "Okay okay okay! Yeah, alright, that's... that's some hefty-duty stuff. I don't know what's going on that you got that kind of footage but... yes, I definitely want it. What do you want for it?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Money, obviously."|RanDeb12x1]]\n\n[["Sex, obviously."|RanDeb1x14]]

Maybe Ranma wandered off somewhere outside, you muse, heading out the front door and into the yard. Tapping the 'quickfind' option on the minimized menu offers a sort of pointer into the air, that does seem to be leading you down the street. You walk past the rows of houses until the pointer redirects to someone's back yard... looks like all the lights are off in the house itself so the residents aren't at home. You slide the gate open quietly and sneak around, hoping to catch Ranma unawares. \n\nAnd you certainly do! Looks like that aphrodisiac hit her even harder than you were expecting, and when she finally snapped she <i>really</i> snapped. Ranma is currently on all fours, still wearing her shirt but pants and boxers discarded, two fingers pumping into her absolutely sodden pussy. In front of her, rolled on its back, is a fairly sizable male dog... making low, bestial grunting and wuffing noises as Ranma bobs her head up and down, lips sliding along its glistening red cock all the way down to the bit of a bulge at the base.\n\n'That stuff's pretty potent,' you think smugly as you watch the masculinity-obsessed redhead fingerfuck herself as she sucks off a dog, her own moans and whimpers muffled by the inhuman red rocket sliding down her throat repeatedly. Who would have thought that it would make her so horny she'd pounce literally anything? Or heck, maybe she figured at least the dog couldn't tell anyone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join the fun.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Enjoy the show.|RanDeb1x11]]

For the moment you decide to just enjoy watching Ranma give in to the naughtiest impulse imaginable... although after a moment's thought, you use the spawn menu to provide yourself with a digital video camera. Making sure the scene is lined up nicely in the viewfinder, you hold the camera with one hand and free your stiff prick with the other, stroking yourself as you alternate between the small, clear screen with its blinking 'Recording' light and other information and the actual scene in front of you.\n\nRanma is apparently so lost to lust that even giving a blowjob feels satisfying, and she's giving it her all, gradually poking her tongue out past her lips more and sliding it across that gleaming, veiny shaft. She slips the dog's cock out of her mouth and ducks down, sucking at one of its furry balls and licking at the other before slipping the pointed tip back between her lips and going back down on it, her throat bulging lightly with the outline of it. And, of course, you get every moment of it on film.\n\nYou continue to stroke yourself slowly, just enjoying the show as Ranma draws back and turns herself around, presenting herself to the dog like the bitch in heat that she currently is, even shaking her bare ass a bit in entreaty. The dog quickly takes the cue, scrambling up to its paws and then leaping up onto her back. Ranma gasps loudly, a shudder running through her as she obviously realizes she really is about to be fucked by a mindless animal, like a mindless animal. And then its quick, desperate thrusts actually manage to jam its cock into her and she has to quickly muffle a cry, her eyes rolling up a bit as the dog begins pounding into her pussy. Her tits sway heavily under the thin silk of her top with the impacts of its hips against her ass, her own tongue lolling out in rather canine-like fashion as she starts to give herself over to the pleasure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now step in.|RanDeb14x1]]\n\n[[Just keep watching.|RanDeb1x12]]\n\n[[Use the debug menu.|RanDeb]]

"Ukyo... need... take responsibility..." you murmur distantly as you start to fade, unable to shake some vision of a bunch of squiggly little white things racing towards a pink sphere.\n\n"Eh? Hey, what do you mean, take responsibility? This is all your f-... w-wait, you mean... oh, oh crap..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|ShampooX2xEndC2]]

"Shampoo, I'm gonna go ahead and use the bath, okay?" \n\n"Hmph. Shampooo see how it is." You fold your arms under your rather expanded chest, almost resting them on your very round belly as you turn away some and lift your head, pooching your lips out. "Shampoo have aching feet and sore back, but can just take bath whenever, right?"\n\n"Oy." Ukyo rubs her face, sighing a bit as she stands up from where she'd been sitting at a table doing the restaurant's books. "Hey, look, I'm taking responsibility, aren't I? Are you going to huff at me every time I don't cater to your every whim?"\n\n"Might," you answer with a sniff, turning your nose up even more.\n\nSighing again, Ukyo steps up behind you, and after a moment slides her arms around you, hands rubbing your pregnant belly a little. "C'mon, c'mon. I even married you all proper as a guy to make your family happy, since Cologne decided that I'd 'defeated' you as a guy so it counted for Amazon marriage. Gimme a break, huh?" After a moment, she hugs you a bit closer, enough so that her breasts press against your back. She glances aside, her own cheeks red. "I mean, we could go in the bath together, I guess."\n\n"... Fine." You give a nod, starting to smirk a bit. Then wider as you say, "Shampoo very ready to have baby so can get back to dousing Ukyo with cold water throughout day."\n\n"Oyyyy, between that and trying to run this place to support our family, you're gonna run me ragged! Is that what you wanna do?"\n\nYour eyes glitter a bit as you turn towards your spouse and wink. "Might."\n\n<b>Shampoo and Ukyo</b> end - <i>Take responsibility</i>

Remembering what Dr. Trace said about getting out of the suit, you try to focus on meaning what you say. "... Suit off?" There's no reaction for a moment, and you wonder if your hesitancy at the wording messed it up, then there's a swooshing noise and everything peels and retracts back, pulling around behind you and leaving your (no, you're not going to get into it) lean-bordering-on-skinny body bare. You glance down at yourself, seeing a similar build but taller and a little more toned... and a bit more hung, you notice, not exactly sure how you feel about that. You can still feel some weight on your back, so you reach behind yourself and pat as well as you can reach, feeling something kind of like the armor plates you could see on the front of the suit. You tug and it comes away with a sensation like peeling a piece of scotch tape of your skin, and you bring around a surprisingly light-seeming thing that looks a lot like a white metal trilobyte with a textured black rubber underside. And, well, wearing a pair of blaster pistols on its back. You set it down on top of the little table nearby, then head into the bathroom.\n\nAt least on the weird future ship they still have pretty normal showers, even though after tapping the wrong control on the panel you wind up with lilac-scented water. Hoping the rather girly scent fades overnight, you towel off and wrap the towel around your middle before heading to the dresser. You open several drawers and discover that Cypher's non-combat wardrobe is limited for multiple definitions of the word. All you find are some loose grey jogging pants, some white tanktops, and some socks.\n\n"God, was <i>everything</i> about this guy bland?" you grumble aloud, actually starting to feel annoyed with the previous inhabitant of your body. "Did you throw out everything but some emergency clothes once you had the suit?" you continue muttering as you pull on a pair of the jogging pants and one of the tanktops before flopping into bed. "Didn't even bother to save any underwear, y'bastard."\n\nIn the morning you wake to the sound of a chime, and then Dr. Trace's voice saying, "If you would, please join us for breakfast? We have some things to discuss. We'll be in room 720."\n\nGrumbling a little at being awoken, even though you realize you don't feel very tired, you briefly ponder putting the suit back on before deciding that you just don't feel like gallivanting around garbed for war. You pull on a pair of socks, have a brief search for shoes where you find a pair of strap-up combat boots shoved under the bed, and head out, hoping to avoid any teenage reactions while you're swinging in the breeze under a rather thin layer of cloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.|Cypher1x10]]

"Look, you don't have to worry about that," you say, stepping forward and resting a hand on the bare curve of her shoulder. "To me, you're a person, and that means the only one who owns you is you. Whatever the weird laws here say."\n\nShe blinks her red eyes, then they light up as she begins to smile hopefully. "You mean...?"\n\n"I can't promise to leave you alone like Cypher did. Er, what I mean is..." You raise your hand and wave it a bit. "I'm not like him, whatever Dr. Trace said about us maybe being alternate versions of each other. I can't just act like the people around me aren't there. What I'm trying to say is..." You rub the back of your neck, sighing. "This is all really strange, and you seem really nice. I'd like to be your friend, not just some guy who lives in the next room and has the 'decency' not to order you around."\n\nShe actually looks a little shocked, and then smiles so brightly that you kind of fall right in love. Just a little bit. But you're fifteen (or seventeen or geez, whatever), you've gotten used to falling in love a little bit on a regular basis. She darts forward and wraps her slender arms around you, squeezing tightly, her cheek pressing to your armored chest. "Oh, I'd like that, thank you!"\n\nYou put your arms around her and hug her back carefully... you're still not sure exactly how this suit works or if you could wind up squashing someone accidentally. After a moment Ami pulls back and you let your arms drop. "I needed a hug, I think, thanks."\n\n"You're welcome." She gives you that bright smile again, then 'ohs'. "I bet Dr. Trace told you to get some rest, you probably need it. I'll just go." She trots to the door, then turns back to look at you as it swooshes open. "I'll be next door if you need anything. You can call on the comm system or just come over." Then she whirls back around and practically skips out the door. Looks like you may have made her day. Or week.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to get out of the weird suit.|Cypher1x9]]

"That's pretty much everything I can think of."\n\n"Alright. Here." Moving surprisingly quickly, she presses the injector just below your ear and hits the trigger.\n\n"Ow!" you yip, more out of shock than pain, there's actually only a brief pinching sensation.\n\n"Not the ideal injection site, but the suit covers everything else. In any event, you should probably get some rest now. Your room is on deck seven, number 707. Unless of course..." She pauses, tapping her lower lip, then shakes her head. "No, no, definitely best you get some rest." She flicks a hand. "Go on, you're already stressed enough as it is."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, mind racing with all sorts of possibilities of what she could have been about to suggest, before finally just nodding and heading out of the medical bay. You wander back towards the lift you took to get there, stepping inside. "Um, deck seven."\n\nThe console chirrups cheerfully and there's a faint sense of movement, and in only a few seconds the door slides open again. You wander out and along the hallway... or do you call them corridors or something when you're on a spaceship?... looking at the room numbers before finding 707. Taking a guess, you pass your hand in front of the little panel to one side of it and the door hisses open to let you through. The only thing in the decently large but almost completely open room that doesn't look like it was just standard issue with the ship is the blue-haired girl sitting on the end of the bed, hands folded in her lap.\n\nYou blink. "Oh, Ami. Sorry, I thought Dr. Trace said my room was 707... or did I read it wrong?"\n\n"No, no, this is your... Cypher's... your..." She huffs a bit and puts a hand to her head briefly. "My room is next door. I'm sorry for coming in without asking. But I needed to speak with you urgently." Ami shifts in place a little bit, nervousness radiating off of her. "Cypher was... I suppose it might be a bit of a stretch to say 'kind to me', but he always treated me like he did everyone else. He left me alone and never ordered me around or commanded me. Whoever is... well, whoever is in that body, I'm still registered as their property, and I needed to know..."\n\nShe trails off, looking away. You remember what Dr. Trace said about artificial lifeforms... they can be set to full sentience like Ami is, or to something called "Turing Emulation" where they just act like personality, or you can switch their personality off entirely. Meaning that in either of the last two cases, she'd follow your commands, no matter what they were. The dark side of teenage lust rises up and whispers in your ear that you could easily have a completely obedient sex slave that would do whatever you could possibly want... which is clearly what she's worried about.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have her stay as she is.|Cypher1x8]]\n\n[[Set her to Turing Emulation.|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Set her to Obedience.|CypherPlaceholder]]

Ami nods, leaving without looking up or saying anything. Koro has to be bustled and hounded out the door by Dr. Trace, the blonde woman handling the foot-plus taller man as if she were the bigger one. As the medical bay door slides closed behind him, she lets out a relieved sigh, then walks over to you, turning to the medical supply tray beside the chair and starting to gather various things. "Honestly. In any event, Eric, I apologize for all of this. You must be quite scared and confused."\n\n"I guess." You settle back in the chair, watching her hands just a bit warily... with your eyes occasionally wandering to her breasts as they sway or jiggle when she moves. They're certainly... energetic, and the suit actually conforms to each one rather than pushing them together. "I'm dealing with it as well as I can, considering I was suddenly being shot at out of nowhere while carrying some guy around."\n\n"Ah, the adaptability of the young." Dr. Trace smiles as she loads a rather gun-looking device. You eye it dubiously, then realize it's just some sort of pressure injector. "Enviable. In any event, I don't doubt you have a lot of questions for me."\n\n"Yeah," you agree simply, nodding once.\n\n"Alright, what can I explain for you?"\n\n<i>(These are not branch choices. These are information about the setting and the characters that's relevant to the rest of this storyline. Once you've read one you can come back to this page, or you can skip it if you've played this storyline before.)</i>\n\n[[So who was Cypher Ceed, anyway?|Cypher1x6a]]\n\n[[Where is this place?|Cypher1x6b]]\n\n[[Who are you?|Cypher1x6c]]\n\n[[Who's Ami?|Cypher1x6d]]\n\n[[Who's Koro?|Cypher1x6e]]\n\n[[I guess that's everything for now.|Cypher1x7]]

Sighing and rubbing your face with both hands, you nod. "Yeah, okay. But then will you listen to me? It's a pretty crazy story, but it's really what happened."\n\n"Of course." Ami smiles and reaches a hand out to touch your arm gently, then turns to fall into step beside you as the blonde starts off again. "I'm Ami. That's Doctor Eia Trace. Your name... um, I'm sorry, the name of the... the body you're in...?"\n\nShe's starting to look upset again, so you just nod for her to continue.\n\n"... Is Cypher Ceed. This ship is the Meridian, it's where you've lived for the last month."\n\n"Hey, Cypher! What's up? Get everything wrapped up?"\n\n"Um, and that's Koro," she adds as a massive man comes strolling down the hallway towards the lot of you. You stare up at him as he approaches... he's at least seven feet tall and his shoulders are as broad as two of you, his chest muscular and almost triangle-shaped. Even his clothes are completely different than anything you've seen here so far... a long red coat with the sleeves ripped off to show his immense muscular arms, and black pants with tattered hems over his scuffed, positively Earth-modern style combat boots. He's got a pair of orange, wing-shaped sunglasses perched on his long, craggy face. His red hair is wild and thick, adding almost a foot to his height.\n\n"There's no time to explain to <i>everyone</i>," Dr. Trace grumbles, grabbing Koro's thicker-than-her-arm wrist and hauling him along with the group.\n\n"To point out, Doctor, assuming that Sierra is following along in the wall panels, this is in fact everyone," Ami speaks up, then grins sheepishly as the blonde tosses an annoyed glance over her shoulder.\n\nStill, Dr. Trace waits until she's got you sitting in a medical scanning chair before explaining the situation to the big man. He overreacts almost comically, flinging his arms around and saying it's all crazy, and then starting to question you with great interest about your life and everything that led up to you winding up in Cypher's body. Dr. Trace rolls her eyes, but lets the two of you talk, Ami perched on a nearby chair with her hands in her lap, looking worried. \n\n"Well, his brainwaves and neural activity are absolutely different than Cypher's," Dr. Trace says finally, turning her own chair to face the rest of you. "Even if he had some sort of amnesia or neural implant corruption, there still should be some sort of activity when mentioning or seeing things Cypher is so closely familiar with." She closes her eyes and cups her chin, hmming thoughtfully before continuing. "More than that, he absolutely believes everything he's saying. While that wouldn't necessarily indicate it's true, his readings are entirely consistent when speaking about his own memories, and there is deep-brain activity indicating he also remembers related, unspoken things... all of which are not indicative of a constructed story, even one the speaker believes."\n\n"So Cypher's... gone?" Ami whispers, lowering her head.\n\n"I'm not sure, Ami. Though I do note there are various instances of overlap in their histories, accounting for technological level and a slight difference in age." Dr. Trace turns back to the screen, hmming. "It's possible that this young man is an alternate dimension's version of Cypher, and that's why he's able to inhabit Cypher's body. So Cypher is possibly in his body back on this 'Earth', a planet we have no records of." She shakes her head. "In any event, his stress levels are very high, these readings indicate he's come very close to having a panic attack recently. I'm going to insist that all of you get out so I can administer some treatment. I'll answer any further questions he has."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x6]]

"Listen," you say, raising one hand, then blinking at it. Didn't you have your gun in that hand? You glance down and find it on your hip. Must be magnetic or... something. You look back up at the blonde, who's now staring at you. "Listen, I know this may be hard to believe, but... I don't know who you are, or where I am. Or, for that matter, who this 'Cypher' guy is. My name is Eric."\n\n"Your accent, it's..." She stares at you for another moment, then moves forward, bringing out a handheld device a bit bigger than a smartphone from one pocket of her coat. Pulling a cable from one end of it, she plugs it into a port on the side of your suit.\n\n"Er..."\n\nShe ignores you as text begins crawling across her screen... not that you can read any of it. "No. No, the suit hasn't recorded any head injuries. Could it have somehow missed something...?"\n\n"No, listen, I didn't hit my head. ... Though, okay, I guess that's reasonable to suspect when someone says they've lost their memory. But I haven't really lost my memory, I'm a whole other person, I-"\n\n"Whoever you are, we'll need to get you into the medical bay so we can find out more about this situation. Please, come with me." She turns and begins making her way down the hallway, and you sigh and follow. The lighting here is a pure white without being glaring, the walls tan and a little worn-seeming, as is the maroon carpet under your feet. Doors dot the hallways occasionally, and as the two of you pass one, it opens and a girl with long, straight electric blue hair and red eyes steps out of it. She's wearing a zip-up grey vest and a white pleated skirt, blue thigh-high stockings, and some sort of white sneakers with no visible fasteners. She's slender and looks like she might be seventeen or so, and you notice some odd markings around her elbows and the bits you can see of her shoulders, as if the skin had seams around the joints.\n\n"Oh, hello Doctor. I heard Cyper was back. Hello, Cypher." She smiles at you. "Did everything go well?"\n\nBefore you can answer, the blonde woman... apparently a doctor?... turns to the girl. "Ami, you have known Cypher for longer than the rest of us. Has he ever mentioned anyone named 'Eric', or had any episodes of dementia or similar?"\n\n"Eric? Um, no." Ami's dark red eyes widen some. "There were some bounties named Eric, I think, but nothing was special about any of them. He's never had any episodes of..." She trails off and turns towards you. "Cypher, is everything alright?!"\n\n"Look, my name's <i>Eric</i>," you say, trying not to let it come out too harsh. "I've been trying to explain but she insisted on a medical scan first."\n\n"W-well, I think that might be for the best..." Ami bites her white-painted lower lip a little. "Don't you, Cy-... um... Eric?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sigh. Agree, so she doesn't cry.|Cypher1x5]]\n\n[[No! Hell with the blue-haired bitch, hell with the big-titted bitch, you're going to be HEARD!|Cypher4x1]]

You wake up to a light clanking sound and a faint hissing, Sierra's voice chirping, "Docking in Meridian's Bay Two complete! Air is now shared, systems synced, prisoner is transferred from databanks to holding cell five. Thank you for choosing Sierra Spacelines today! Heheh, have a good nap, boss?"\n\n"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Sierra." You turn the chair to face towards the back of the ship and push yourself out of it. The airlock door slides up again, a short ramp leading down almost directly to a doorway. You glance to the sides as you head down the ramp, not actually able to see much of Sierra from the outside... looks like she fits into Bay Two by a matter of inches.\n\nAs you approach the door it slides open, and you almost stumble at who's behind it. She's tall, blonde, wearing an <i>extremely</i> tight and form-fitting blue bodysuit, and has breasts almost as big as your head. The rest of her body is pretty nice too, long legs, curvy hips, and a pretty face, blue eyes peering at you from behind round glasses without earpieces, her hair pulled up into a sort of "ducktail" behind her head, save for two escaped falls drifting over the front of her ears.\n\n"It sounds like your run went well, Cypher," she says cheerfully, her voice smooth and a little low, with a strange accent that sounds a little bit Russian but not really. "Anything I should know about?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fake it.|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fess up.|Cypher1x4]]

"Uh." You blink, staring up and around. You definitely seem to be in some sort of ship. The interior sort of reminds you of a Runabout from <i>Deep Space 9</i> just... bigger. And brighter. And comfier-looking. You use a hand to push yourself up and then get to your feet, staring around for another moment, then looking towards the empty front of the ship. "... Home? I mean, take us home, I guess."\n\n"You got it, boss! Setting course for the Meridian! Calculated flight time today, assuming good dark matter flow and that the wormhole we used on the way here is still open, two hours ten minutes. Want me to play some music or load up a sim or anything?"\n\n"Er, no. That's okay." You move to the front of the ship and settle cautiously into one of the brown leather chairs. You stare out at the stars rushing past, torn between amazed that you seem to actually be <i>flying through space</i> and being dumbstruck that any of this is happening. You look down at the panel in front of you, and decide to do your absolute best to not touch it. You do notice the name at the top, and decide to take a chance. "Uh, hey... Sierra...?"\n\n"Yeah, boss, what's up?" You wonder if she's always this cheerful. She's got an awfully cute voice though, reminds you of some of the hyper girls you knew back in junior high.\n\n"Is there a mirror or anything around here?"\n\n"You want flat or full rendering?"\n\n"Um." You blink. "Flat is fine."\n\n"On your left, then!"\n\nYou turn to your left and stare as a flat pane materializes in midair, shimmering silver before becoming a reflective surface, as if a perfectly flat physical mirror were floating there. Then you stare even more at the face that's looking back at you. It's... not <i>entirely</i> dissimilar to yours. It is kinda skinny and a little more cute than handsome, but it's got stronger cheeks and a more powerful set to the eyes than you did. Pointier chin, though. Very blonde hair and very blue eyes. Could be a few years older than you, you suppose. You raise a hand to rub at your chin, then cast your gaze downward at the sort-of-like-rubber-but-not feel of the suit's textured black gloves, where they're not covered with white and blue panels.\n\n"Thanks, Sierra, enough with the mirror," you mutter, turning the chair to stare out at the stars again.\n\n"You okay, boss? A lot of your biometric readings are really weird, but I'm not detecting any injuries..."\n\n"I..." You trail off, then pinch the bridge of your nose. "... tired," you murmur in lieu of reply.\n\n"Want me to switch on the sleep inducer?" Sierra's voice asks, her tone now gentle and concerned.\n\n"... Yeah, sure." You sit back in the chair, and almost immediately begin to feel drowsy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to sleep.|Cypher1x3]]

Obviously whatever's going on, this... this <i>body</i> had a reason for running the direction it was going and taking this dude with it. You swing the pistol you're holding around to face behind you, squeezing off a short burst of fat blue bolts of energy, forcing the incoming enemies to dive out of the way. Firming your grip on the silver band you're holding, you take off running down the hallway in the direction you were facing when you arrived. You turn out to be pretty fast, or maybe it's the suit, your "luggage" feeling quite light in your hand.\n\nYou occasionally whip around to fire off another few bursts towards your attackers, not quite trusting yourself to shoot over your shoulder or angle your arm back like an action hero. You round a corner and spot a different sort of hallway junction, and beyond it a room lit by warm, faintly yellowish light, the walls and floor a clean white color with light brown accoutrements, rather than the dim, almost greyish lighting and dark silver corridors here. You have to figure that's where you're going.\n\nAs if to confirm your supposition, a girl's voice chirps in your ear, "C'mon, boss, you're almost back! Better hurry, they're right behind you!"\n\nReaching the junction, you hurl yourself forward through the air, hauling your prisoner(?) along with you. Both of you thud heavily to the clean grey carpet on the floor, and a white door with a single four-sided window smaller on the top than bottom sliding closed behind you. You see another door slam down on the other side, then there's a rumble and a faint feeling of motion. You see the other door growing further away, and then turning into a massive black ship. Your eyes widen as you see the curling tines coming out of the center of its sleek center body, making the whole thing look like a massive black spider. Just as suddenly there's a hiss and a number of quiet snapping noises, and your helmet parts in front and retracts into the back of the suit's neck. You gasp as if coming up for air despite not having had any difficulties breathing, just shocked to abruptly not feel enclosed anymore.\n\n"Good job, boss!" the girl's voice chirps cheerfully, now coming from all around you. "I'll just put this away," she adds in the same cheery tone. You turn your head to stare as the frightened man you were holding dissolves into yellow sparkles. "There, stored and logged! So where to now, boss?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, home, I guess?|Cypher1x2]]\n\n[[I don't care, just get us out of here!|CypherPlaceholder]]

You decide to head for the "Practical Solutions" exhibit... you bet there's a lot of interactive demonstrations and stuff like that, and you've always wanted to try that sort of thing! Though you notice that there's already fewer people taking this pathway as you go along, and that a lot of them are looking at the posters for the various movies that are apparently examples of this shop's work... and then turning around and going back, presumably to look at the other exhibits. Admittedly, most of these movies were made in the eighties nineties and they look pretty cheesy now, but that just seems unfair.\n\nBy the time you get to the doors at the end of the hallway where people are meant to line up to be let in, you're the only one there. The doors open up ahead of you and the older teen working the line waves you on in with a rueful grin on his face.\n\nInside the sort of mini-lobby gathering area are a pair of people in black Worldland polo shirts and khaki pants. The guy is about your father's age, with a short, greying beard and professionally trimmed hair, making him look like every guy you've ever seen on a home improvement show. The other is a younger woman who looks like she's in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, making her look sort of like every other professional female you've seen in this sort of situation.\n\n"So it's just you, huh?" the woman asks, shaking her head.\n\n"She doesn't mean it like <i>that</i>," the man adds in a bemused tone, giving his colleague a look. "It's just that our exhibit's sort of dried up after the big opening. I guess practical effects aren't very popular with most of the audience either, these days. I'm Greg, this is Kelly."\n\n"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to sound like we weren't glad to see you," Kelly adds sheepishly. Then she perks up some. "Still, sort of works out in your favor. I mean, rather than going on a big winding tour and sticking to everyone else's pace, we can show you whatever you want as long as you want-"\n\n"As long as it's not over half an hour, since that's how long the tour is supposed to last," Greg cuts in with a grin.\n\n"Not much chance of anyone else turning up, but yeah I guess we'd have to check back here and see. <i>Any</i>way, that also means you get to do all the participation parts!"\n\nYour heart soars a bit at hearing that. You'd been wondering if you'd be lucky enough to get to do any of that, now you're going to get to do whatever of it you want! Still, though, there is a cute girl in the room, so you try to play it cool. "Hey, neat," you say evenly, bobbing your head and tucking your hands in your pockets. Nailed it.\n\n"So let's see, where do you want to start? We've got a [[giant animatronic hummingbird|MiniEricStart]] from <i>Baby I Miniaturized Our Offspring</i>..."\n\n"An underrated Eddie Murphy classic."\n\n"I thought so too! Anyway, you get to ride it inside a wind tunnel and normally people would see you zooming around the backyard on a screen, but we can just show you the playback after since riding the bird is the fun part. There are other animatronic exhibits too, like the one of [[famous people in history|AniHistStart]] or there's our [[movie robots|AniBotsStart]]. We even have a small [[stop motion exhibit|StopMoStart]] where you can try out one of the earliest style of practical effects! So, what do you think you'd like to try?"

"I'll be your... well, your son?" you venture.\n\n"Yes, that's right. Well, mine and Garri's, since we are mates. Oh, don't take his concern earlier for distaste, dear, Garri's just the pragmatic one while I tend towards being a bit more whimsical," she admits with a smile. "Which is probably a bit of a reversal for what our roles should be, but perhaps that's why we work so well as a pair." She puts her hands together in front of her. "Anyway, Eric, yes, I'd like you to become our son and live with us here in the Stellar Circus. Now, it's not all fun and games... you will need to attend class, and preferably pursue a vocation here in the circus as long as you decide to stay with us. But I promise we'll love and cherish you, and life here <i>will</i> be fun. That's the promise I make to all of the crew, let alone my new son."\n\n"I... well, I mean, put that way," you reply, grinning (albeit just a bit sheepishly). "I guess the only thing I can say is... thanks. Mom."\n\n"Ahhh, that really made my heart flutter!" Leena gasps, folding her hands briefly over her ample chest. "Ahem. Anyway, let's get you dressed, and then I'll show you around. We probably won't see Garri again until tonight, he's busy checking in with all the various performers and checking their needs for practice time on our way to Alpha Centauri, but I'll find some time to message him the good news."\n\nYou nod, then give a little 'ow' as Doc presses the wand-thing against your forearm and makes a little buzzing noise. "Crew ID chip, gives you access to various areas and systems. And makes sure you don't get misidentified as a stowaway," she adds with a slightly damp-sounding chuckle.\n\nAfter you've dressed in a bright red and orange jumpsuit (which you try not to focus on how it forms a surprisingly perfect round bulge around the front of your crotch), Leena starts showing you around the ship. You make sure to stay beside her, partly not to get lost, and partly because the suits are just as defining from behind as they are in front and you don't want to wind up staring at your new mother's ass. Still, the getting lost angle works too... the ship's really big. At least as big as the entire fairgrounds the circus stretched over when it was all set up, you have to think by the amount of 'ground' you cover as Leena shows you where various things like the mess hall, the ship's store, and other facilities are. She shows you where you'll be going to class... a currently unoccupied room that, other than its rather circus-y color scheme and styling (it has rows of bleachers with floating desks in front of them instead of desks), looks fairly normal.\n\nAfter actually taking a meal (hot dogs, though apparently they do serve less stereotypical carnival food once they're a bit further along on a trip) and introducing you to some of the other people aboard ship, Leena leads you into the area where living quarters are. Hers and Garri's are at the end of a long corridor, the door opening up to reveal a room that... well, as you might imagine, looks like a bit of a cross between a luxury hotel room and a tent. It's wide open, with a large whirlpool bath over at one side and a smaller tent-within-a-tent near it that you assume conceals the toilet. Most of the rest of the room's furniture seems to be in the form of pillows, beanbags, and a couple of stools. Against the wall not quite directly across from the door is a large bed, in which Garri is already laying, covered up to his stomach in a sheet, a small pair of glasses perched atop his muzzle as he reads off of what looks like a computer tablet.\n\n"And this is our room," Leena continues. "Storage is there, food and drink dispensor is there, main computer access and tablets are right there."\n\n"It's nice," you say with a nod. "So is mine nearby, or...?"\n\n"Hm?" Leena's curious sound causes you to look over at her, and your throat tightens as you see she's unfastened the front of her suit and is just pulling it open, those huge tits of hers coming spilling out. Shockingly they look just as high, firm, and perfectly formed even without the suit holding them up, with puffy pink nipples capping them. "Why, this is your room too, dear."\n\n"Living space used to be at a huge premium on Carnian ships," Garri explains, setting his tablet aside as Leena continues to undress, with you looking over at him instead... and then trying not to notice how the sheet is thin enough to outline his large cock where it's resting against where his legs press together. "It was typical for families to live all together, and typically sleep in the same bed, since environmental control could be poor too. It's a tradition we've maintained even as tech has improved, since we feel it improves family bonds and the closeness of the circus."\n\n"Mm-hm," Leena says warmly as she bends over to peel the suit down her legs, hips wiggling a bit and causing jiggling in both her full, round ass and her large breasts. She stands up and drapes the suit over a nearby rack that also holds Garri's, then steps towards you, smiling casually as if this were the most normal thing in the world. "You're Carnian too, dear, so it will be good to start learning our traditions. You've had a long day, so an early bedtime should do you good, let's just get you undressed..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa whoa whoa whoa!|StarCirc]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay.|StarCirc]]

You scream as Herschel drops you down onto both his cock and his son's. Both horsecocks are shoved deep into your ass, your stomach bulging up with the shape of one of them as your hole is stretched around both of them. Whatever it is that keeps it from hurting still seems to be in effect, because the feeling of being stretched around too equine-sized dongs is too much for you. You grit your teeth, your eyes rolling up in your head as your cock begins shaking wildly, firing jets of backed-up cum everywhere, splattering streamers onto both mascots. You scream again as they begin working you up and down and pumping their hips, those cocks sliding against each other as they stroke in and out of you, sliding around inside your gloriously stretched asshole.\n\n"So how do you feel about keepin' yer promises now?" Herschel chuckles.\n\n"I love it, I love it!" you squeal, your lips curled up in a brainless grin of pleasure as you start cumming entirely from your ass this time, your cock only giving a few twitches and dribbles in reaction. Your tongue lolls out as they work your helpless body over their throbbing foam peckers, the bulge in your belly showing how deep Harry is in you at any given time. "I'm a total ass slut, I'm an anal whore, I live to take it up the ass! Stretch me more, fuck me more, please!"\n\n"Gosh, pop, I think he, like, likes it'n'junk," Harry chuckles, his big mascot head looking down to where your nipples have perked up so hard that they've gone puffy, almost like a girl's.\n\n"I love it!" you mewl again ecstatically, tossing your head, your hair brushing back and forth in front of your face. "Oh god, my gods, oh fuck, cum in me, cum in my ass! Fill my worthless stupid bitch ass! Please, please, cum in me like the fucking whore I am!"\n\n"Well he did say please," Herschel says cheerfully, completely loosening his arms. You drop onto both their dicks so that their hardness is the only thing that's holding you up as both of them begin to spasm inside you. The hour of buildup means they're both backed up, and multiple loads of the incredible size you already saw before start pouring into your stretched asshole. While some of it drips out around them, most is kept in by their flared heads. The bulge outlining Harry's cock in your belly slowly disappears as your stomach rounds out, slowly pudging out, and then continuing on until you actually look like you're pregnant.\n\nYou gurgle happily, tongue still lolled out and eyes completely rolled up in your head as cum pushes up your throat and dribbles out over your sluttily-dangling tongue. Oh yes, you're definitely going to keep your promises from now on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse8xEnd]]

"Hey, stop it!" you shout, squirming around and trying to shove Herschel away from you. "I'm not gonna take it up the ass!"\n\n"Hey! You, like, promised'n'junk!" Harry protests from underneath you.\n\n"Did he now?" Herschel's goofy voice sounds stern as his toon-gloved hands suddenly grab your wrists, pulling them behind your back. He ties them together with something as you feel fear course through you. "It's bad to break promises, I guess we're gonna hafta teach you to make good on what you say you'll do!"\n\nYou try to squirm away as he rolls you off of his son's back and leans down, grabbing you under the knees and standing back up. You wind up leaning back against his chest, your legs spread, your stiff cock resting back against your stomach while your virgin pucker is bared, open and vulnerable. Herschel's pink foam cock juts forward below you.\n\n"Well, g'wan, m'boy!" Herschel whinnies from beside your ear. "He promised you'd get your turn, so now you can take your turn!"\n\n"No!" you protest as Harry moves up between your spread legs, guiding his flared cockhead to your exposed asshole. He shoves up and forward and you cry out, expecting pain, but your voice actually carries pleasure. Despite your virginity being taken by a big cloth horsedick, it feels nothing but fantastic! You shake your head, trying to ignore how good it feels as Harry begins fucking your ass, whimpers of pleasure escaping you against your will as you squeeze your eyes shut.\n\n"Let dad have a turn teachin' 'im 'is lesson, Harold m'boy!" Herschel calls. Harry steps back from you, his cock dropping out of your ass and swaying back and forth. Herschel shifts his hold on you and jerks his hips a few times to fling his cock upright, then stuffs his even bigger rod into you, thrusting his hips and working his grip on your legs.\n\nFor over an hour they take turns, each horse mascot fucking you until he's whinnying and obviously on the verge of orgasm, only to pull out and let the other one take his turn for awhile. Your own cock throbs achingly, your balls overful, always on the very verge of cumming but held back by your own stubborn refusal to enjoy taking cock up the ass.\n\nHarry pulls out of your ass, panting, and neither of them move for several minutes. Then Herschel once again positions you over his own cock. But this time, Harry steps in and presses his cockhead up against his dad's. Your eyes widen as you realize what they're going to do!\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take it! Pass out before they do it!|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[You can't take it! Cum when they do it!|HaroldHorse8x2]]

Something tickles the back of your brain, and leaves you looking over the end of the mural and the carved rubber spheres silently for a few minutes without immediate reply. Finally you say, "Smith, does it seem like something is... off... about this to you?"\n\n"Off?" Smith frowns, looking more closely at the mural. After a minute it apparently occurs to her. "There aren't any RubBorg depicted on the ground. No assimilation, no drones."\n\n"Could they have just left that out? Dramatic license?"\n\n"No, every culture we've documented as being wiped out or close to it by the RubBorg has had the destruction of individuality, or the perversion of collectivity, essentially burned into their cultural consciousness. There's no way it would be left out of a retelling like this, even for the oomph of discovering the spheres above." Smith frowns more deeply. "But that makes no sense. The RubBorg assimilate, they don't annihilate."\n\n"So. The precursors must have somehow... been too big of a threat to the Collective?" you muse. "To even try and make a part of it? I mean, it's either that, or..."\n\n"... Or?"\n\n"Or they somehow managed to <i>piss off</i> the Collective," you reply, glancing over and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"... Jones, you just keep offering me fresh new horrors to go with my day." Smith shakes her head, then nods. "Okay, so we've established the RubBorg were capable of taking out the Raptarrans' creators. Which probably means they could handle the Raptarrans. But what does that really make them...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A weapon.|TrekF]]\n\n[[A tool.|TrekF]]\n\n[[An ally.|TrekF]]

When you wake up, you're sore pretty much everywhere, to varying degrees. Parts of you are unpleasantly sore from having fallen asleep sprawled on the pilot's bench, while others are more pleasantly sore from having a Raptarran's body pounding against you and cock pounding into you. You also have a number of enjoyably stinging little scratches and bitemarks. Less enjoyable is the dehydration headache pounding away at you, and the general feeling of griminess and greasiness that is old, partially dried cum rather than fresh, gooey cum. You groan and sit up, glancing around. The viewscreen still shows the warp passage. Striped Trouble is back sitting on the captain's bench, settled in on himself and apparently asleep.\n\nYou walk over and run your hand gently up the top of his muzzle and over his head, making him give a soft rumble and slit open his eyes. His lips curl up briefly in a contented smirk, before his eyes close and he apparently settles back to sleep. Smirking as well, you turn and go to look for a galley... or a refreshment area. You find both combined in an area just off the bridge, with only the waste disposal area sealed off from the rest. Well, Raptarrans go around naked all the time anyway, you muse as you stand under a stream of hot water and scrub off the grime, presumably they don't care about someone getting a snack watching them shower. After you've washed off you use one of the tubes of wound-healing cream (man reading Raptarran is handy) and use it on most of your scratches... save the bite imprint running over your shoulder, back, and collarbone. Hell, you'll probably have that thing turned into a tattoo at first opportunity.\n\nThat thought has you positively chipper as you mess with the replicator, convincing it that yes, you do want to access the <i>cooked</i> meat menu. (Luckily it already has a lot of varieties of bacon programmed in, apparently even species that prefer their animals raw will make an exception for bacon.) You chuckle a bit to yourself as you make your way through the bacon sampler platter... who'd have thought you'd ever be positively giddy at the thought of an affectionate but extremely rough-sexed relationship with an alien dinosaur? But here you are.\n\nOnce you've disposed of the plate breakfast came on, you pad naked through the ship, doing a little exploring. It's sleek, a bit angular, and obviously new, every room you poke your head in looking effectively untouched. You 'hm' as you spot a door labeled 'Genetics Bay' and wander in. It looks a lot like the room Stripe took you to after he first freed you, save larger, with more tables, tubes, and various other equipment. You wander over to a panel to activate it, and almost jump out of your skin when a rough voice from above growls in Raptarran, "What do you want, human?"\n\nYou glance around, seeing nothing, then actually look at the ceiling. "Uh... who are you?"\n\n"I am the <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i>'s Raptarran Artificial Intelligence Personality Engram," the voice, which for some reason makes you think it should be reciting Shakespeare, replies in a grumpy tone.\n\n"'RAIPE', huh?" you reply wryly. "You guys are really kinda dedicated to your whole aesthetic, aren'cha?"\n\n"Hnh, yyyyessss," the computer hisses back. "It offends me to have to offer a slave race, and worse a disgusting non-Saurian, my assistance. But my conquering master has made it clear you are to be given every privilege he is. Though he is obviously canny and clever beyond the measure of any other Raptarran ever to set foot in me, still he must be sick in the head."\n\nSnorting, you smirk again as you turn your attention back to the console. "Stripe says you have to help me, so you will even if you don't like it, huh? Sucks to be built into the ship, I guess. So what's the purpose of this room?"\n\n"It is multi-purposed, as you would know if you were not an upjumped filthy mammal fucktoy," RAIPE grumbles. "It would serve the needs of the crew as the <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i> made their way about the universe, raping, exploring, and terrorizing-"\n\n"In that order?" you chirp.\n\n"Not always," the AI grumbles back sourly, before picking back up. "Such as modifying particular crewmembers into infiltrators, deathbringers, and the like. It is also used for processing captives on the order of similarly-sized ship populations."\n\n"Processing?" Somehow that doesn't sound like it means taking their name, rank, and serial number before locking them up. "Processing them into what?"\n\n"Whatever the crew wishes, obviously," RAIPE sneers verbally. "Livestock is quite popular, but whatever is felt to be humiliating for the captive and pleasurable for the crew. Perhaps you would care to be turned into some form of ungulate quadruped?" the AI continues, popping up a green outline of a cow on the screen and a set of information beside it. "Something of some use, and nonverbal?"\n\n"Yeah, no," you snort with a grin, swiping the selection off of the screen. You do find yourself considering, though. The Raptarrans kept you slim and wiry and obviously not very strong when they inducted you into their 'Breeding Hunt'... obviously they didn't want you putting up too much of a challenge your first time. But it would be pretty simple to alter yourself with this stuff... that seems to be what it's for, after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the genetic sequencer.|BadCypher10x7]]\n\n[[Don't use it.|BadCypher]]

You live quite the happy life as Ace the farm dog. Sure, there's plenty of work to do, but you're really strong and really fast, and you like to work, working is fun! Sleeping and eating are also fun and you do plenty of those too. Also playing is fun. Playing is when you get to stick your dick in Sandy or Mommy, or Daddy sticks his dick in you, or some combination thereof happens with the other farm animals once there are some. You especially like chasing the big fluffy sheepgirls until they get tired and then fucking their soft wooly butts as they bleat and squeal for more underneath you.\n\nUsually you stay in the kennel with Sandy (and the other dogs once there are some), but sometimes Mommy and Daddy take you to bed with them. Those are the most fun nights since you get to play for hours and hours with your cock going in all three of Mommy's holes while Daddy fucks your mouth or your ass, and then you get to sleep in the bed! Since you know how great it is sometimes you get jealous when Sandy or one of the other dogs get to go. You about have a tantrum when they take that darn <i>cat</i> instead of you and you can hear her yowling and screaming in orgasms for hours, and wind up sitting outside the window barking for awhile. Daddy paddles your butt good for that one, but he also fucks your butt good when he's done so you kind of get a mixed message. Mostly you don't like the cat, with her slinky body and little butt and perky boobs. Okay maybe you like parts of the cat but not the whole thing.\n\nEventually, Sandy has puppies, which is really awesome because <i>puppies</i> and also eventually they're old enough and big enough for playtime too which is great because they're pretty just like you and Sandy are. You start something of a legacy on the farm, with your descendants counted on as hard workers and enthusiastic lovers.\n\nEven if none of them ever get along with the cat.\n\n<b>Runaway Farm</b> end - <i>Ace the dogboy</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[... Maybe I should pick a different animal.|RunFarm2M1x1]]\n\n[[... Or a different path to the farm.|RunFarmStart]]\n\n[[... Or just start over.|CharGenMain]]

Hm.... you're kind of interested to see a small and slender little ninja take a pair of cocks that huge. Tapping her name on the menu, you let it close again, Tifa resuming her frantic stroking of her cocks, her tits jiggling and heaving with her panted breaths. It's only a second or two later when the door swings open and Yuffie runs in, the teenage ninja in her khaki shorts and midriff-baring green top, boots pounding on the floor. "Hey, what's up?! I got the call and-!" She jerks to a halt, her jaw dropping open at the sight before her. "What the fu-"\n\nShe doesn't get any further than that before Tifa's lust-glazed red eyes lock on her. Moving with all the expected speed and agility of a level 99 martial artist, Tifa springs forward, grabbing the stunned ninja and swinging her around with a yelp, shoving her forward over a table and pinning one arm behind her, Yuffie yelping as she's twisted into a position where she can't get any traction or lift herself. Tifa pants heavily, staring down at Yuffie for a moment, before those cocks give a rather visible throb. Groaning, the large-breasted woman grabs Yuffie's shorts and yanks them down, baring Yuffie's hairless pussy and pale pucker. "S-sorry, Yuffie, I'm... I can't help it, I'm gonna rape you, I'll make it up to you someday!"\n\n"WHAT?!" Yuffie shrieks, right before the sound turns into a strangled yelp in her throat, her eyes rolling up in her head and her jaw clenching as Tifa moves the tips of her cocks into position and thrusts forward hard, spreading the ninja's pussy and ass around their shuddering girth. Yuffie seems like she's trying to form more protests, from the noises she's making, but she's being rocked against the table so hard by Tifa's thrusts, and the sensation of having both her pussy and ass violated at once by arm-thick pricks is obviously overwhelming her.\n\nLicking your lips, you pull out a chair and take a seat, fishing your own cock and stroking it as you watch Tifa shove deeper and deeper into her friend-turned-fucktoy's holes. "Nnnnh, fuck, fuck, feels so good, feels so good, sorry Yuffie but raping you feels sooooo fucking good," the twin-dicked futanari groans as she pounds deeper and deeper into the teen ninja's holes, her other hand having grabbed Yuffie's free wrist and pulled her arm back as leverage. Her dazed expression gradually turns more and more pleasured, lips curling up in a grin as she thrusts. "Ah! Ah, fuck, fuck it, I'm not sorry at all!" she yowls as she thrusts forward hard enough to finally hilt, the bulge of her lower cock reaching all the way to just underneath Yuffie's top, the outline of it made all the more distinct by the upper cock's pressing it down. "Hnnnh, having your little meat holes wrapped around my pricks feels so good, you thieving ninja bitch, I wish I'd had them so I could have been raping you since the day we met!" she declares as she begins thrusting hard, her still skirt-covered hips slamming against the younger girl's pert little ass.\n\nYuffie can only grunt and mewl in reply, her body shuddering as she's raped, the spurting of juices out of her pussy every time it's thrust into indicating that she's probably cumming every few thrusts from it. Her eyes stay rolled up but her jaw relaxes, tongue lolled out as her brain surrenders to what's happening, lips going slack as she lets out helpless little slutty whimpers and groans. Tifa, meanwhile, just continues to get more and more worked up, her breathing turning into almost hysterical giggles as she fucks away at her plaything, tits jiggling ever more energetically. "Hnh, fuck, fuck, so good, fuck," she gasps out, and you can practically see her INT score dropping as the feeling of Yuffie's tight holes wrapped around two huge, sensitive cocks at once batters at her brain. Her eyes have taken on a completely fuck-crazed look, her tongue lolling out as well, a wicked smile of pure lust curling her lips. "Fuck, fuck, gonna fuck, gonna cum, gonna cuuuuum!"\n\nThe last trails up into an almost animal howl as Tifa thrusts forward, slamming her hips against Yuffie's ass as her immense balls twitch. The ninja's flat belly begins bulging rapidly, the outline of that immense prick showing in it soon disappearing as the inflation of cum lifts her off the table. Yuffie makes a gurgling noise, for just a moment her eyes focusing ahead in a look of shock as her throat bulges. Then they roll up completely as thick geysers of white begin firing out of her mouth, her body trembling as she's filled literally to overflowing with her futanari rapist's load.\n\nEventually Tifa pulls back, her twin cocks sliding out of Yuffie's pussy and ass, the stretched holes immediately starting to gush cum down her thigh-high sheathed legs. Yuffie's head is laying on its side, her cheek down in a puddle of cum, her body twitching as she's obviously on the border of unconsciousness. You grunt softly, your own cock spewing a much more meager load of cum onto the floor as you give in now that the main show's over. Still, it was amazing... better than most of the hentai doujin you ever found on sites you weren't supposed to access! The question is, how to continue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip a Thrust Shaft 2XL on Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Encourage Tifa to finish the job.|FF7X18x5]]

"... How about a counter-proposal, Orkin?" you say after a moment of thought.\n\nThe ridges over his brows quirk up... it's really very convenient how all of his expressions so closely mirror human ones. "Oh? Now this should be interesting. Do tell," he rumbles.\n\n"Like you said, I'm here for a bounty, and the longer I'm here searching for it the more nervous people will get. You leak my identity, I lose and you lose, since you've gotta deal with the chaos until then."\n\n"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make," the deep-voiced alien acknowledges slowly. "But go on."\n\n"Instead, how about you sell me the Ami, and then help me get my bounty as quickly as possible so I can get off your station."\n\nThat makes him give a loud, booming belly laugh, expelling more smoke from his cigar as well as causing puffs through the haze, Ami wincing a little at your side. "<i>Help</i> you? By the goddess's twelve tits why would I help you?!"\n\n"Because I'll give you ten percent of the bounty."\n\nImmediately he purses his lips together. "... I could never do such a thing," he says in a deeply serious tone. "Violate the trust of these people."\n\nThat makes <i>you</i> snort. "You already sell their information, you'll just be getting a lot more credits for it this time."\n\n"At ten percent? I doubt it would be worth the lost trust, even if I was-"\n\n"My bounty is the Quatra twins."\n\nHis mouth stays open in mid-word for a moment, then closes, lips pursing again. "... Twenty-five percent."\n\n"Twenty."\n\n"Fine," he says easily, indicating he would have taken fifteen, as far as you can tell. "But I'm gonna charge you twice what the fleshdroid's worth."\n\nYou bite back a comment on how she's worth more than he is, simply nodding as he picks up a datapad and starts typing things on it. He passes it to you, rumbling, "There. Bill of sale for the Ami, and contract entitling me to twenty percent of your bounty, <i>before</i> fees and taxes. That's registered with the central authority too, boy, you skip on that and you'll be the one with a bounty on you. Moment you thumbprint it, it'll unlock with the quarter assignment of your royal brats and their door code. I want it done with a minimum of fuss or notice, and I want you out of here in twelve hours max, understood?"\n\nYou read over the contract, then nod as you press a thumb to the corner of the pad where it indicates. "Done." Despite wearing your suit gloves, the pad apparently registers it, 'Cypher Ceed' and your picture appearing at the bottom of the contract for a moment, before it disappears, replaced by a few simple lines of text.\n\n"There you go. Now get out of my office, boy," Orkin mutters, letting loose with another acrid cloud of cigar smoke. "I'm tired of your smell."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x9]]

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

This should be fun. Grinning, you bring up the menu and activate its PHS function, allowing you to summon pretty much any character you like. Let's see... someone for Tifa to grab and heedlessly fuck in a fit of double-cock induced rutting frenzy. The two obvious choices that come to mind are her friends, Aerith and Yuffie.\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon Aerith.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Yuffie.|FF7X18x4]]\n\n[[Summon both.|FF7X]]

"Girls <i>run</i>!" you shout as you hurl yourself backwards between the Amis, thudding onto your back on the floor and snatching one of the backup blasters from where you'd stashed it under the chairs. Two and Three immediately take off past Nyx, the bounty hunters starting to turn towards them but then back to you once your weapon starts to come up. You fire right at Nyx, but your angle is bad and the pistol isn't as accurate as the ones you're used to, the shot striking low and to the side on the armored hunter's torso. It just sort of... slides off, passing along the surface of the black plate like a water droplet along a well-waxed car, flinging off at the edge and instead striking the bronze-helmeted hunter in the throat. He goes down gasping and gulping, dropping his own weapon to press his hands over his throat. The next thing you know Nyx has raised an arm, a needle flitting out of a tiny hole in it and striking you in the belly, your eyes widening at the intense wave of pain that flashes through you from it, but by the time the scream's made it to your throat your hands have dropped and your head's slumped to the side, your jaw not even obeying your order to move.\n\n"Now look what you've done," Nyx says with a warbling sigh, helmet turning from you to the downed, writhing hunter and back. "I hate using the takedown needles, you won't be able to feel a damn thing for an hour at least and if I want you in a proper state of mind it will take at least two." It turns and walks over to the other bounty hunter, helmet tracking along as it comes to stand over him... then lets out a trilling huff before firing several blasts directly into his helmet's faceplate. The bronze helmet now a gaping, smoking ruin with whatever's inside thankfully obscured from your field of vision, Nyx then lifts its head and looks back and forth, perhaps trying to track the Amis. "... Enh."\n\nYou feel at least that much relief as it apparently decides they're not worth going after, instead stalking back over to you and leaning down, actually grabbing you by the hair and dragging you back down the ramp. You can feel the pressure on your scalp, and the thumps of your body passing over the sections of the ramp, but not any other actual sensations even as you're dragged across the ground, faintly aware of sticks and rocks scratching you up. Eventually you emerge into a semi-clearing just barely big enough for the ship sitting in it on multiple long, thin landing legs that look like they shouldn't quite be able to support its elaborate, twisted body. It looks like someone took the sort of bug that people with insect phobias have nightmares about and based a starship on it, its body a porous bullet calling to mind burrowing into skin or ears, its forward windows segmented and inset at an angle that makes you feel like it's staring at you. Even its external engines look... alive and disgusting somehow, the red power emitters having a faintly slick, almost fleshy look.\n\n<img src="images/Shubrath.jpg">\n\n"In we go, in we go, lots to do, lots to do," Nyx sing-songs as it drags you up the ramp into the interior, which isn't exactly a lot better... the whole place is the same sort of chitinous black textures and overlapping vaguely organic look as the interior, the light coming from numerous pale nodules set amidst the sections more like they'd just randomly grown there than being deliberately set, and all of them in colors that aren't kind to your eyes, either too glaring in things like pink or green, or too dim in purple or orange.\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Welco~me ba~ck,</font>" coos a sweet, lyrical voice that comes from everywhere in the ship and feels less like it's being heard and more like it's violating your ears, despite you being unable to actually pin down what's so awful about it, only sure in some deep, otherwise untouchable part of you that it's the most hideous thing you've ever heard. "<font color="EEE1DA">Oooo~, you~ brought us a new frie~nd!</font>"\n\n"Anything interesting happen while I was gone, Shubrath?" Nyx asks as it continues to drag you across the floor that's somehow slick and dry and bumpy and smooth all at once.\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Ooo~, it di~d, a drone came alo~ng and put demolition charges a~ll over me~,</font>" the voice almost squeals in excitement. "<font color="EEE1DA">They're on all my mo~st vi~ta~l pla~ces!</font>"\n\nNyx stops in place, helmet raising slightly. "... And you let it?"\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Well I wa~s going to stop i~t, but the~n I got to thi~nki~ng about how it would fee~l, all that fi~re and he~at and mo~lten liqui~d pouring through me~, tearing me apa~rt, ri~pping me to pie~ce~s, and I got so exci~ted I le~t i~t.</font>"\n\nNyx raises its other hand to its faceplate and sighs heavily while you're at least able to widen your eyes enough to make some semblance of a 'wtf' expression. "Shubrath. We've been over this. If you let yourself get destroyed <i>today</i>, we can't cause suffering <i>tomorrow</i>."\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">It's no~t like either of us is goo~d at delayed gratificatio~n.</font>"\n\n"Heh, now that is true, that is very true," Nyx says with a distorted snicker as it drags you over to a wall, a large ovoid section of it dropping down and revealing a writhing, twitching mass of bare, inhuman flesh inside, a slightly off-purple color. Your eyes widen further as Nyx yanks you up and hurls you towards it, your back slapping against the surface. Immediately parts of the flesh stretch out, forming pseudopods that wrap around your arms and legs, hauling them backwards and inside the mass, twisting you until you're jutted forward slightly as if trying to show off your chest. You can feel the pressure enclosing your limbs, constantly writhing and squeezing and fluttering around them... and then the same thing against your back as Nyx grabs the front of your shirt and tears it to pieces, leaving you completely naked jutting from the wall, bare breasts on display and pussy just barely not touching the flesh behind you. You're denied even the ability to shudder or twitch in disgust as you watch part of the floor rise up, segments parting and sectioning out to form into something that looks like an insect skeleton caught in the midst of flinging itself at prey, but which Nyx settles into as if it were a favorite easy chair. "You should be able to talk in about another fifteen minutes. We'll have a nice little chat then. Meanwhile, Shubrath, why don't you find us a nice little out-of-the-way spot in the system?"\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Okay~,</font>" what's apparently the ship chirps.\n\nAnd Nyx just sits there and stares at you, apparently, still completely clad in its armor. Watches you as gradually your sensations come back and you can begin to really... feel... the horrible stuff grasping you and enclosing your arms and legs, pressing against your back and buttocks and neck. It's somehow both hot and cold at the same time, like someone's hand gone clammy and sweaty with a fever burning deep below the surface, and yet it's also like mouths have swallowed up your limbs, and numerous tongues are pressing all around them, constantly licking you in the most disgusting, degrading way possible. Though Nyx's faceplate is expressionless, you can virtually sense his satisfaction as you begin to writhe in discomfort and disgust, unable to stop yourself from making whimpers and groans of loathing since you don't have better control of your vocal cords yet. Finally, you manage to croak out, "Y-you've had your fun... just... take me to Orkin now," you manage. "Or... turn me in for the bounty, that's what this is about, right?"\n\n"Oh? Oh, turn Princess Quatra in for the bounty?" Nyx gives one of those warbling chuckles as it rises to its feet and draws in close again, mirrored faceplate tilting back and forth as it examines you. "But how can I do that when Princess Quatra is dead?" it continues in a tone of mock sadness, giving you a view of your own eyes widening in the obsidian mirror of its helmet. "So very tragic, the way Blayze Hanlon decided to force the ship down out of the wormhole like that, resulting in the crash that killed Cypher Ceed and the prince. And when he found out about losing those bounties, why, he was so angry, he <i>blasted the princess to pieces</i> in rage! I tried to stop him," Nyx continues in a voice dripping with even more mock pity than before, bobbing its head as it does, then shaking it. "But I was just. Too. Late. All I could do was take vengeance for the poor dear by striking down the villain." An armored hand comes up, those dry-slimy armored caps pressing against your cheeks. "Or at least, that's the story I'll tell. When I bother with it."\n\n"B-but why?" you ask, trying to control your writhing against the flesh wall holding you, since that only seems to encourage it. "You're just cheating yourself out of the reward money!"\n\n"Money is meaningless to me. For me this job is about... indulging myself." And a faintly disapproving coo noise from all around, Nyx corrects itself. "Indulging ourselves. So now, princess, you and I are going to play a game. Actually, we're already playing. It's my favorite game... it doesn't have a name, but it has rules. You want to hear the rules, don't you?" At your hesitation, those fingercaps slide downwards, pressing just firmly enough against the sides of the front of your throat to make you feel like you're choking without actually choking you. "Don't you?"\n\n"Yes," you murmur, wincing a little at the faintest added pressure. "Tell me the rules. Please."\n\n"Alright, then, here's how the game is played. I'm going to torture you. Your body, and your mind. I'm not going to ask you any questions, I'm not going to try to get anything from you. Every demand I make will only be part of the torture, and lead to more torture not less if you obey. The rule is that the game goes on until you ask me to stop. That's all you have to do, at any point, you ask me not to do something, I won't do it. Instead I'll kill you. Right then and there, no hesitation, no counter-offer. When you ask for me to not do something, when you say you don't want to do something, when you beg for it to end, it does and you die. That's pretty much it! Oh, there is one other rule," Nyx continues, drawing its hand away from your throat to tap at its faceplate, the sound like the twisted tines of a titanium fork hitting a hearse window. "But it's a secret. You'd have to figure it out for yourself."\n\n<hr>\n[["Please, don't do this!"|Cypher]]\n\n[["..."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... I know the secret rule."|Cypher9x2]]

Seems pretty stupid to look a grateful Raptarran in the mouth. Nodding, you step out of the room and follow as he leads the way down the hallway, keeping your bare footsteps as light as you can, since he seems to be doing his best to muffle even the click of his scythe-claws against the floor. You do your best to help keep an eye out but mostly follow along after him, hunkering down a bit as you keep within reach of but not touching that long, striped tail.\n\nEventually he leads you into a room finished mostly in dark metal, a number of devices lining the walls, including rows of injector guns and vials for them. He first picks up some sort of remote, waving it briefly at the bracelet on your wrist until it unlocks and drops to the ground. Then he taps at a console for a moment before taking one of the vials and plugging it in, waiting until it's filled with a thin, silvery liquid before retrieving the vial and inserting it into one of the guns. He starts towards you with it, then pauses as you flinch slightly. Making a low rumbling sound, he then holds the gun out for you to take. He's showing you he wants you to inject yourself instead...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|BadCypher10x2]]\n\n[[Decline.|BadCypher]]

Her frightened expression cuts through your building arousal and hits you right in the heart. You try to force your need down, and while you can still feel the urge, your cock obeys you with much more ease than it ever has before. You seem to have much better control over your body in general than you're used to.\n\nGetting to your feet, you walk over to her and gently reach out a hand to touch her shoulder, waiting for her to finish flinching before you rest your hand there.\n\n"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm going to get you out of here," you whisper, smiling down at her. Wow, you must be fairly tall now, maybe around six feet.\n\nHer eyes widen again, and you watch emotions all play over her face... confusion, hope, suspicion, fear, but finally elation. "T-truly? You're going to help me?"\n\n"I am." You glance around the tent, finally settling on the back of it. You walk over and crouch down, your dick almost flopping in the dirt as you naturally balance on the balls of your feet. You might almost be amused, but that languid feeling to your thoughts has set back in now that you've decided on a course of action. You give a few tugs at the tent flap and manage to get some slack, then lean down and peer out. It looks like your tent is at the back of whatever camp this is, good... there's nothing but dark forest outside.\n\nRealizing that the people listening are probably expecting to hear quite a bit of noise any time now, you glance over your shoulder and beckon to the girl. She snaps her gaze away from lower down... you rather suspect she was staring at either your ass or your dangling cock... then hesitates for a moment before hurrying over.\n\n"We have to hurry, go on," you hiss. She hesitates.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shove her through bodily.|ShemaleBarbarian2x2]]\n\n[[Encourage her verbally.|ShemaleBarbarian3x1]]

Hey, you've basically signed on to live the life... may as well go all-in on this! Practicing your rapacious leer, you start setting up the injection, picking the traits you want to include in your new form. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!\n\n"Hnnnnnh, I'm not sure whether this is going to be a marked improvement to your current pathetic state or the worst desecration of a noble species there has ever been," RAIPE rumbles from the inset speakers. "Perhaps it is simply best to hope that you turn out to be one of the rare few whose genetics are incompatible with higher-level alteration and you simply melt into a puddle of bio-gel."\n\n"Cheerful," you note blandly, even as you watch one of the injection gun cylinders on the wall fill. Pulling down one of the guns and loading it with the dark greenish stuff, you take a last moment to consider your human form. Should you really do this? What if there's no going back? What if Stripe doesn't like it? What if-\n\n... No. No, you're thinking like a human. And you can't do that anymore. Your body is your own plaything, and Stripe will like anything he can fuck. Taking a deep breath and pushing a smirk onto your face, you jab the muzzle of the injector gun against your forearm and pull the trigger, hearing the soft hiss of its activation as the fluid's slowly pushed in.\n\nInstantly you can feel the heat of it starting to race through your veins like liquid pleasure, making your eyes roll and your teeth grit as it threatens to overwhelm you before you can even finish the injection. But even as your heart begins to race, you can feel your mind sharpening, greater focus allowing you to process the pleasurable sensations of what's happening to your body as well as document every glorious little change as it begins to occur. You can feel your teeth reshaping from the pitiful dull things they were into something sharp and fitting together, even as the muscles of your jaw strengthen and your tongue lengthens, itself growing thicker and more muscular. In fact all of your muscles are growing more powerful, your slender form taking on tone and mass, your back lengthening as you grow taller. Your skin becomes pebbly at first as your new, far more durable hide grows in, a vibrant green color marked by black stripes and pale accents. Even your hair begins to change, growing down your back and becoming more manelike, fluffing out into an almost feathery mass. Your small tits, at first covered almost half and half with the green and stripes at your sides and the cream running down your front, swell and grow larger by the moment, the colors pushed off to the side, the big pale orbs capped by steadily more puffy pink nipples. You flex your fingers, watching your nails grow into glistening black claws, your feet lifting into a digigrade position as your big toes twist to an angle, their own nails growing much more rapidly and arching, starting to form into sickles.\n\nBut of course you can't help but put a lot of attention on your cock. Your glorious new cock, bulging forth from the scaly front of your crotch and taking form, as well as the hefty, heavy sack forming at the base of it. That part is virtually identical to those of the Raptarrans you've seen, but the shaft itself is more human in shape, covered with much the same scaly hide as the rest of you, albeit a bit smoother, in the same near-white the accent running down your front fades to near your crotch. Your hips jut and twist in the air, making both pole and sack wobble enticingly, while similarly your new tail lashes the air as it grows in... more slender than a 'proper' Raptarran tail, admittedly, but clearly more agile as you flex and twist it, moving it on a whim more like a simian's. Everything... your perception of your body, your view of the science bay, the scents of the ship around you... is clearer, more focused, more exciting.\n\nYou look down at your new Amazonian form, giving your sleekly muscular arms a tone and trying out the different stance of your legs by moving side-to-side a bit. 'Is this what it's like to be a Raptarran?' you think, letting out a trill as you wrap a hand around your cock and give a few strokes. 'No wonder they're like they are, it actually feels pleasurable just to be alive... this sense of rightness, of superiority, the power in my body and mind, it's like I could do anything, and anything I do would feel so good!'\n\nYou can faintly hear the click of approaching taloned footsteps even through the door and hull, and sense the shift in the hum of electric current in the walls as the doors slide open. "Cypher? Are you in here? You-" Striped Trouble stops at the sight of you, eyes widen and toothy mouth open. Apparently you've actually managed to shock a Raptarran. ... Fun! With a scree of delight, you turn and launch yourself through the air, your improved vision and muscle control making it virtually effortless and perfectly precise as you collide against him, knocking him exuberantly to the floor.\n\nTwisting around to get behind him, pushing his front to the floor, you let out a coo of, "Hi, baby ♥" before hefting his tail up, wrapping one arm around it to press it between your tits. Using your other hand, you guide the tip of your prick to his scaly pucker and then thrust in, making him let out a surprised scree of his own. Shifting both hands up to hold his tail, you begin to thrust rapidly, panting happily as you pump your new cock into his tight, hot tailhole, letting your tongue loll out to the side of your mouth. "Ahhhh, yeah, mmm fuck raping you feels so good, Striped Trouble, nnnh, fuck yes!"\n\nThough you clearly surprised him and took him by force... as is proper... Striped Trouble's noises quickly turn to trills and huffs of pleasure, his cock sliding out and jutting below him, glistening red and flinging pre down onto the floor with the impact of your leathery sack against his. "Yes, yes, rape me, rape my bitch ass, Cypher," he growls, a thrilled shriek rising from deep in his chest as he echoes your own words earlier to you. Having gotten his feet under him, he begins thrusting himself whorishly back against your thrusts, the massive alien dinosaur just as eager to fuck himself on your powerful leathery prick as you are to pound it into him. You give his tail a quick slurp to help reinforce what a good buttslut he's being, letting your own growl of pleasure rumble in your chest, practically jiggling your large, firm tits against his tail.\n\nYes... yes, this is the way it should be, you think blissfully as you thrust into your Raptarran lover, your yellow eyes shining as you leer down at him beneath you, a member of the ultimate conquest-and-defilement race in the galaxy writhing in pleasure from forcibly taking your cock. A pair of mates raping each other as they please, taking what they want from each other whenever they want it, unrestrained by morality or shame... isn't that the truest sort of love? Your hips speed up at just the thought of it, your voice dripping with adoration as you hurl humiliation and abuse at your mate about what a dirty cock-loving slut he is, your true love echoing back ecstatically that he loves every moment of your violation of him, until you thrust in deep and fill him with your very first load, or at least the first that ever counted, both of you letting out inhuman trills of elation as you fill his ass with thick, hot cum and he spurts his own load into the floor in long, hot streams.\n\nOnce you've pulled out, the two of you move more in tandem, an unspoken agreement for something a bit different, Striped Trouble rolling onto his back and you climbing forward, tucking your legs over his as they jut in the air and angling yourself onto him, enclosing his still-eager prick in the hot, wet slit between your legs, now even more perfectly designed for taking Raptarran cock than it was before. Resting your clawed hands on his chest, you begin riding him, your balls and cock rubbing against his belly, his forelimbs able to reach your full, scale-hided breasts, both of you able to leer lovingly at each other face-to-face now, even leaning in to lash your long, powerful tongues together. Because if both of you can take what you want from each other, when you want it, could there be anything more equal than that? No, your Raptarran-Human brain asserts, swamped with a mix of a Saurian desire to dominate and a Primate desire to love. The two of you chirp and trill wordlessly to each other, sounds that speak to the deep, primitive part you both now share, taking your time and enjoying one another until finally your mate spills inside you, your pussy squeezing tight around him even as your own cock sends long streamers of white splattering over his scaley chest.\n\nOnce the two of you have utilized the nearby shower facilities, Striped Trouble trills lightly as he runs the tips of his claws lightly down your back and over one of your buttocks. "It's definitely a fetching look, besides rendering you far more combat capable. With this we won't need to outfit you with any special suits or protection, even if we have to face pursuing Raptarrans. Mm. ... I admit, I'm at a loss to our next move though," he says, shaking his head. Perhaps your new form has made him a bit more willing to admit he's not as flawlessly in charge as he might otherwise be.\n\n"Mm, well, first things first," you answer, rolling your shoulders and shutting off the water.\n\n<hr>\n[[He should change too.|BadCypher10x9]]\n\n[[The two of you should have some fun.|Stripe]]\n\n[[The two of you should set up a base.|Stripe]]

"Honestly, love? I think the next thing you should do is become like me," you announce, putting your clawed fingertips to your chest. "A hybrid."\n\n"... What?" Striped Trouble blinks, as if he honestly couldn't comprehend such a thing. "But I'm a Raptarran," he answers, as if that were the beginning, middle, and end of an explanation of why he's perfect the way he is.\n\nCertainly, now that you've tasted the near-constant euphoria of being at least partially Raptarran, you understand. But you have a few points of your own. "Are you? After all, you risked everything, your life, your status, your adult name, for a lowly mammal. Then you planned to run off and live with that mammal, sharing the wealth of your people's technology with them, even granting them literally equal status with you in the computer system. Does any of that sound like something a Raptarran would do?"\n\n"I... ... no," Striped Trouble admits, his tail drooping and head slumping, a soft chitter of dismay sounding in his throat.\n\nQuickly you step close, putting your hands to the sides of his head and lifting it so he'll look at you. "And yet in some ways it was the most Raptarran thing of all... you did what you wanted, and didn't let anyone stand in the way of getting the thing you desired. The fact that they can't see that affection and communion with others are worth doing that for says that they're the ones who are deficient, not you. That's why I think we should become something more than just Raptarrans... we should become something new. Something that mingles me and you, a new species that will be guided by our minds and will."\n\n"... The audacity to form a new species on a whim," Striped Trouble says slowly, his shocked expression gradually turning into an eager leer. "Yes! Yes, that makes my blood sing and my cock throb! To be so assured of our own superiority, the two of us, that we would say 'No, just being Raptarran isn't good enough, we'll be <i>even better</i>!'"\n\nYou laugh, leaning in to kiss the front of his muzzle. "Yes!" Drawing away and heading back for the genetics console, you flip a clawed hand through the air. "Besides, this is a beautifully pragmatic move. The vast majority of species in the galaxy are upright humanoids... while Raptarran equipment is superior in most ways, there are still numerous reasons we might need to use equipment and vehicles made by other species. A more humanoid shape is better for compatibility... in sex positions too."\n\n"Ah, yes, the number of configurations would rise, and the space needed for them would fall," Striped Trouble says in an almost awed tone. "You are a revolutionary, my mate."\n\n"Maybe someday soon," you snicker, starting to tap at the controls.\n\n"... I will put myself in your claws," he says after a moment, bobbing his head and turning his side towards you, obviously awaiting an injection. "I believe in your vision... love," he adds, having to pronounce the last word in a slightly rough usage of your own tongue rather than the Raptarran language.\n\nIt seems you've really won him over... Striped Trouble isn't even going to check your settings before you inject him. You could be ready to turn him into a cow and he wouldn't know, perhaps the ultimate sign of trust you've ever been given. Of course, though, you're not going to turn your mate into a cow (though part of your mind does thrill quite a bit at the very thought, you push it aside... a momentary thrill isn't worth losing the longterm pleasure of his company and ability). You're going to turn him into a hybrid like you, it's just a question of details. Like having him be...\n\n<hr>\n[[Male.|BadCypher10x10]]\n\n[[Female.|BadCypherEndA1x1]]\n\n[[Both.|Stripe]]

"I guess... I mean, if you could do that... maybe I'd like a new family," you answer slowly. You've kind of started to believe him when he says he can give you anything, but this still seems like a tall order.\n\n"Hooo ho ho! What a good thing for a boy in your position to want! Santa understands, don't you worry!" He shakes one mittened hand. "But what sort of family do you want, my boy? There's a lot of families out there that would be perfectly happy to have a young fellow like you, you've just got to pick what sort you want!"\n\nYour head spins... Santa really can give you a new family? Not only that, you can pick what sort you want? It's almost more than you can handle! Still, thoughts start churning in your head. What sort of family, indeed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[A happy family.|XmasFam1x1]]\n\n[[A super family.|RunFFStart]]\n\n[[A family that's not old-fashioned.|RunFutureStart]]\n\n[[Honestly you want a weird family.|StevvensStart]]

"I don't think it's unfair to make her be the one to take the risk here, though." At your mother's obvious intent to protest, you hurry to add, "She already accepted the risk to herself by coming here, whatever her intention was. Just like a superhero, she knew what she was getting into and what the dangers could be. Just like you accept that danger, she has, and I don't think it's unfair that we hold her to it."\n\nHazel's quiet for awhile, obviously turning that one over. But finally, she nods. "Yes, you're right. When looked at like that, I think it would be more irresponsible to risk my life for hers in this case. Very well, we'll use a potion to get the truth out of her." She turns and makes her way into her laboratory with you following, and she takes down a bottled potion base and immediately begins preparing ingredients to add to it. She hesitates as she's about to add some of what looks like blue salt. "... I admit I'm not entirely comfortable with this," she murmurs, before going ahead and starting to drizzle the azure grains into the liquid. "I'm making it as weak as I can, but with her astoundingly low magic resistance, there's likely to be at least some side effects."\n\n"We'll just have to deal with it," you assure her. "It's not like we'll toss her out in the gutter afterwards, right?"\n\n"Yes, obviously." Giving the potion bottle a shake, the now yellowish-green concoction starting to glow lightly, your mother turns and heads back to the room where the ninja's being held. At Hazel's direction, you tug down the woman's mask, making her features more visible and clearly Asian, and then tilt her head back and open her mouth. "Now, when I give the word, release the paralysis spell, and if it's timed right that should make her swallow." She waits a moment, then starts drizzling liquid into the ninja's opened mouth, letting a pool build up before calling "Now!"\n\nYou mentally release the spell like giving a captured bird a gentle toss to send it flying, and immediately the ninja bucks and splutters, but does indeed swallow most of the potion that had been built up in her mouth. Since more of it's rushing into her mouth even as she does, she tries to cough some of it out, but still winds up swallowing repeatedly. After the third gulp, her squirming settles, and then stops, and she rather obediently glugs down the rest. You step back, releasing her head and watching as it droops forward, potion still dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. Her eyes have gone glassy and rather empty, and she gives a slight twitch before just sitting there sort of looking at the floor.\n\n"What is your name?" Hazel says in a businesslike tone, though you can tell she's just a bit disturbed and hiding it well.\n\n"Teafa," the ninja murmurs, her accent both strange and weirdly familiar, and her voice monotone.\n\n"Teafa, why did you break in here tonight?"\n\n"Reconnaisance," Teafa answers immediately, her manner still flat, but no sign of resistance whatsoever as she spills everything. "I was supposed to take a look around while the family was expected to be out. If I found a weakened member of the Impossible Trio I was to kidnap them so they could be used as a hostage. Didn't know about fourth family member, bad intel."\n\nHazel briefly shoots you a look, though her expression has hardened now and there's significantly less worry and sympathy in her voice as she says, "Who sent you to do this thing?"\n\n"Hitomo, the head of Clan Scathach."\n\n"Your ninja clan?" At Teafa's affirmative, Hazel continues with, "And why did they send you to do this?"\n\n"Hired. Don't know by who," Teafa continues flatly, apparently at this point able to understand what questions are likely coming and 'eager' to answer them. "Hiring is almost always blind. They didn't say who they were or why, just where I was to bring the intel I gained or a hostage if I got one. An abandoned rail station outside the city."\n\nHazel frowns and rubs her chin a bit. "You mentioned getting intel. From where, and who else knows that the Amazings are the Impossible Trio?"\n\n"Client left information on where you lived in a dead drop. Bought information on the family that lived there from the black market, said nothing about a son. I told no one in Clan Scathach what was in the dead drop or what information I bought, as per our operating policy."\n\nYour mother nods slowly, before turning to you. "Alright, it's probably bad, then, but not nearly as bad as it could be. It sounds like the only people who know about us are this mysterious person that hired the ninjas, and Teafa here. And apparently the information about the Amazings that's available on the black market is outdated, from before your adoption. Still, I'll have to set Rupert on that, and we'll have to do an overhaul on the security system." She hesitates, glances at Teafa, then looks back at you with a slightly pinched expression. "Dear, if you would, go tell your father what we found out. I'll... need to examine her to find out if there's likely to be longterm side effects."\n\nNodding, and casting a slightly worried glance at Teafa, you leave the room, wondering if you were actually right to encourage the solution that you did. Sir Rupert's rather shocked to hear your report, but immediately launches himself into designing a whole new security system for the building... you can't help but think he looks rather pleased at the opportunity, despite what's prompted it. You watch him for a bit, before heading back to the holding room. You find Hazel outside, leaned against the wall and staring down pensively, her thumbnail between her teeth. As you approach she rises and turns to you, her expression solemn and rather mournful.\n\n"... It's as I feared, there were side effects," she says quietly. "Specifically... the potion's effects have become permanent."\n\nYou blink. "What, so you're saying she has to tell the truth for the rest of her life?"\n\nHazel shakes her head slowly. "More than that... <i>the way you saw her</i> is permanent." At your eyes widening at that, Hazel sighs and continues. "The truth-compelling potion works in two ways... it suppresses personality, so that the subject feels less reason to resist and is less likely to obfuscate or play mind games, and it compels obedience, focusing on the obedience of answering questions. However, as you saw, both effects took particularly strong hold in her, possibly feeding off the energy of your own recent spell. I'm afraid there is no way to undo it... as she is now, is how she will be for the rest of her life."\n\n"... So what do we do?" you ask quietly.\n\n"I thought long and hard about that," your mother answers, with obvious pain in her voice. "Obviously we have a responsibility to her, considering what we have done, even if she is our enemy. At the same time, it would be irresponsible to simply set her free or turn her over to someone else... she would be completely incapable of hiding our secrets, or any of her own or her people's, for that matter, and virtually anyone could exploit or abuse her. The only two options were to have her locked up permanently, which seemed inhumane..." She takes a deep breath. "... Or, what I ultimately decided to do." She reaches over and opens the door, calling, "Teafa, come join us, please."\n\n"Yes, My Lady," Teafa's expressionless voice with its odd accent replies. A moment later the door opens fully and Teafa steps out, her mask still down and showing the flat look on her face. But you see that around her neck is something that looks like a tattoo... a pair of lines encompassing a number of runes. It takes a moment for them to click in the part of your brain that's been studying magic, but when they do your jaw drops and you whirl towards Hazel.\n\n"Mom!"\n\n"It was the only way," Hazel says thinly, her voice shaking a bit as she puts a hand to her face. "To protect her <i>and</i> us. With this slave enchantment, I could order her not to tell secrets to anyone else, or to obey anyone but us. It was the only way to counteract the potion's effects and keep her from telling everything to anyone who asked, or to follow any order she was given."\n\nYou stare, first at her, and then the placid Teafa. It's just... so shocking to think of your mother actually enslaving someone, even if you can see her logic, and don't have a lot of holes to punch in it. "So... what now?" you finally ask, for lack of anything better to say.\n\n"For now we'll focus on getting the building's security changed and upgraded as quickly as possible, that's the top priority. Then we'll begin tracking down this mystery villain who seems to know our identities. I think it's best you stay home from school a little longer, dear. I'm sorry, I know you'll miss your friends, and they can visit you once we've gotten things safe here," she insists as you start to protest. "But with this particular threat, safety has to come first, and while the school is relatively secure, they're just not set up to deal with supervillain-level threats at any hour of the day or night."\n\nYou nod, trying to keep from looking as sour as you feel, since that seems selfish. Instead you ask, "And what about her?"\n\nHazel looks uncertain briefly, then shrugs a little. "I suppose for the time being she should become our maid." At your dubious look, she shakes her head. "I'm not exactly <i>thrilled</i> about the idea of putting her to work after enslaving her through necessity, but I'm simply not sure what else to do with her. As she is right now, if left to her own devices, she'll simply sit in a room and do the minimum necessary to properly maintain her own life. That just seems worse to me than having her do chores... at least if she's working, some part of her may feel useful and like she's getting to interact with others. Talking with other people and doing things will only be helpful, and other than maid duties she's not really suited for anything right now."\n\n<hr>\n[[You guess there's nothing else to do.|RunFF]]\n\n[[No, you have to do something.|RunFF]]

"There's an Ami unit you have doing janitorial work in Commerce Central," you say, forcing yourself to keep that same neutral tone as you gesture towards Ami. "Looks like her."\n\n"Ah, yeah, got that batch on the default from some deadbeat who ran out on his rent," Orkin grunts, his nostrils flaring a bit and drawing in some of the drifting haze around him. "What of it?"\n\n"I'll buy her off of you. Simple as that." You can sense Ami giving a slight jump next to you, but so far this is the most direct, least problematic way of securing Three's freedom that you've been able to think of. You don't exactly like the idea of buying a person, but if it gets her out of this place...\n\n"Mm. You want to buy a last-gen menial with a bunch of hours and hard use on her," Orkin rumbles, his small, dark eyes narrowing a little.\n\n"Problem?"\n\n"Mostly that you think I'm dumb enough to believe Cypher Ceed, one of the most infamous bounty runners in twelve systems, would come out to the ass-end of nowhere just to buy a used fleshdroid," he snorts. "You gonna tell me that?"\n\n"... No," you admit after a moment, since it seems the wisest course.\n\n"Now that makes more sense. Come out here for something else, then get some attack of conscience maybe? From that one?" Orkin's long head turns towards Ami briefly, then back at you. "Well. On the one hand, if anyone else wandered in here and had taken a shine to one of the menials, I might let it go for just a modest upcharge. Prefer 'bots anyway, they don't get distracted from their duties by someone bendin' 'em over and havin' a go. ... Mostly," he adds in a mutter, before snorting again and continuing. "But you, Ceed, guys like you are bad for my business. I might not run the most clean-cut operation in the world, but there's an order to the way this place works. And that order gets disturbed when people get nervous. And people get nervous when they hear a big tough bounty hunter is around, even if they're not the sort with bounties on their heads."\n\n"... What are you trying to say?"\n\n"I'm saying, I'll sell you the Ami, Ceed, for more than a mild upcharge... but only if you agree to take her and get the hell out of here. Whoever you're here to bring in, leave 'em be. Take your fleshdroids and get in your funny little ship and scram without telling anyone you were ever here."\n\nYou frown. "And if I don't want to do that?"\n\n"I run an open door station, Ceed, anyone from glow dealers to spies to bounty hunters can come and go as they please. But might be I'll leak that you're here myself. Let your bounty go scurrying into the wind while every nervous cutthroat on the station decides to either get ahead of being bounty collected or make a name for themselves taking you down. Murder's prohibited on the station, but..." He takes a long drag on his cigar, then lets out a stream of the smoke as his muzzle curls in a smirk. "I wouldn't expect any of the guards to come running to your side to protect you if I were you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Make a deal.|Cypher5x8]]\n\n[[Threaten him.|Cypher6x1]]

<<set $kasumi_used to "true">>"Kasumi Tendo, have her brought to me," you declare, passing the tablet back to Baru. Yes, some housewife-like young adult lady would for sure hit the spot.\n\n"At once, Lord and Master."\n\nOf course 'at once' still isn't instantly, even for someone who's apparently as important as you are. But about two minutes later the entry door of the room opens... and Kasumi strolls in. Completely naked, but otherwise apparently unchanged from her usual demeanor, hands clasped lightly in front of her crotch (and therefore pushing her bare breasts together with her upper arms), closed-eyed and with a sunny smile on her lips. As she comes to a stop and turns to face the throne, she tilts her head and opens her eyes. "Oh, hello Eric, fancy seeing you here!"\n\n"Uh." You blink a few times, then point at yourself. "You... recognize me?"\n\n"Why yes, of course. Did you perhaps get a haircut? Oh my, I'm sorry if I didn't notice earlier," she replies, laying a hand on her cheek and tilting her head as if in consideration... before giving a soft 'ah'. "Oh my! You're a big triceratops man now! It's quite a good look for you."\n\n"... Did you just walk in here by yourself?" you ask, weirdly feeling as if you're not the one in control of this situation as you glance towards the door.\n\n"Why certainly! The nice guard at my cell was going to lead me, but I told him I didn't want to distract him from the rest of his work and he should just give me directions. So he did, and they were quite good, I didn't get lost once."\n\nYou stare at her briefly again, your eyes not leaving her as you lean to the side and murmur to Baru out of the side of your muzzle. "Did they already do something to make her obedient?"\n\n"No, Lord and Master," Baru whispers back, the Reptrin slave staring fixedly at Kasumi as well. "She apparently charmed the guard into letting her out and... actually came right here as ordered."\n\nSettling back into place, you clear your throat. "Kasumi! I'm actually Lord Aurik of the Trikeron Empire, and I'm here to conquer Earth and use you and all the other Earthlings as I see fit!"\n\n"Oh my," Kasumi murmurs in exceptionally mild dismay, covering her mouth daintily with her fingers. Then she lowers her hand and smiles again. "Alright, how would you like to use me?"\n\n"... Eh?" You ask with a blink. "You, uh... aren't you upset? Like... even a little? ... We're conquering the planet you know, and I'm talking about twisting or abusing your mind and body."\n\n"Oh my, well, I really wish you wouldn't, but I don't think there's anything I can do about that," Kasumi answers thoughtfully, tapping her lips with one finger as she glances upward. "And if there isn't anything I can do about it then I don't see much point in fretting over it!" She lifts a finger and tilts her head, closing her eyes as she gives you a sunny smile. "It's important to have a positive attitude!"\n\nYou very slowly turn your head to exchange a long, silent look with Baru. Then you look back at Kasumi and clear your throat. "Well, okay then. I'm just going to move on to the portion where I... do... a thing. ... To you."\n\n"Alright then," Kasumi acknowledges cheerfully, once more clasping her hands low in front of herself. "What were you thinking of doing?"\n\n<hr>\n[["You'll make a good breeding cow."|TRKasumiCow]]\n\n[["I'll make you into some useful material."|TRKasumiCloth]]\n\n[["You'll be repurposed."|TRKasumiSlaveStart]]\n\n[["I'm going to rape you."|TRKasumiRape]]\n\n[["I'm going to give you to the men."|TRKasumiGB]]

"... Eric Amazing," you note. And for lack of anything better to do, hold out a hand.\n\n"Oh, nice to meet ye, charmed'n'such," Tacticool Nuke answers easily, walking over and giving your hand a shake, your skin tingling just faintly wherever she touches it.\n\n"Um. So if you're looking for Lord Impossible and the others, they're..." Well, she appeared in the media room of the building, she obviously knows, probably best not to aggravate her. "I mean, they're out, so."\n\n"Ah, I actually missed 'em? Bloody hell, just my luck." She rubs the back of her neck, scowling, then looks at you. "So you're part of the family, then? But not the super bit?"\n\n"Yeah. I don't have any powers or anything," you admit. "So like... I guess if you're gonna do anything..."\n\n"Nah, luv, nevermind that, s'not cricket in my book," she mutters, folding her arms over her chest. (Which looks like it's at least as impressive as Elaine's, if not a bit moreso.) She seems distracted and a bit pouty now, glancing around the room, before blinking at the screen. "'Ey, 'zat the new one?"\n\n"Yeah, I just got it yesterday."\n\n"... Can I play?"\n\nThis has taken quite a turn. Still, you're not really sure what else to say, since she's actually being pretty polite for a supervillain invading your home. You pick up the other controller and start to hold it out, then pause. "Er, no offense, but am I like gonna get cancer if you sit on the couch with me?"\n\n"Nah luv the stuff I emit's 'armless unless I'm tryin'," she answers easily, taking the controller and flopping down next to you.\n\nAnd so you spend the next two hours playing a waifu fighter with a supervillain. Or, depending on your point of view, a half-naked and rather cute (if weird) girl.\n\n"Curse yoooooou!" the villain howls as the onscreen version of herself collapses to the ground, wearing even less than the real her is and down for the count, your own create-a-fighter that resembles Elaine looming smugly over hers in triumph. "Why the bloody hell can't I escape it even in a video game?!" she growls, dropping the controller briefly in her lap to throw back her head and grip her hair, before snatching it back up. "One more!"\n\n"Okay, best of thirty," you chuckle, starting another round, before both of you glance over at the sound of the elevator dinging from the outer area.\n\n"Eric, you about?" Elaine's voice calls, Tacticool's hair almost literally fluffing out like a dog's hackles raising at the sound of the other woman's voice.\n\n<hr>\n[["Quick! You've gotta go!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Quick! We've gotta go!"|RunFF1x5]]\n\n[["Quick, we have to hide you!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Wanna see if you can beat her at the game...?"|RunFF]]

You're not quite sure why you shout that, it was probably just pure panic at the thought of getting "caught" consorting with a supervillain. But Tacticool Nuke apparently thinks just as little about it because she blurts "RIGHT!" and throws her arms around you, and the two of you are surrounded by a bright flash of light.\n\nYour own yelp overlaps with hers as the two of you drop to a hard metal floor, her impacting on top of you and toppling forward, tingly cleavage winding up smooshing against your face. "Owwww! Bloody hell!" she whines as she clambers to her feet, rubbing at her hip with one hand and offering you the other. \n\nYou glance around as you get up. You immediately know you're in a supervillain base. Because... well, it just screams 'supervillain base'. It's somehow like every single one you've ever seen in a movie or TV show, while having the distinctive touches of none of them. "Where... are we?"\n\n"Oh, this 'ere's my timelair," she declares, putting her hands on her hips and glancing about proudly.\n\n"Time Lair? Like... it exists outside of normal time and space or...?"\n\n"It exists in Manchester. Timelair, as in 'time share lair'. This company keeps a bunch of places like this scattered all 'bout the globe. You sign up for a monthly membership and you can schedule the use of one for like twenty days out of the whole, and the rest of the month you get a voucher towards a hotel. Well that's at Diamond membership, anyway. Can barely afford that even with all my villainy, it's quite the scam," she muses, rubbing her chin. "Almost... villainous."\n\n"... Right." You don't exactly want to get into a debate with someone about how timeshare and shared workspace companies are basically supervillain schemes, but luckily(?) you're saved from that as alarms start blaring. Tacticool squeaks in distress and rushes over to the control console, with you scurrying after her and watching as she checks a security monitor.\n\n"Oh no! It's Scot Freer!"\n\n"Who?" you ask... only to jump as there's a sound like a small explosion as something impacts the large metal door at the other end of the room, prompting Tacticool to yelp and whirl to face it, shoving you behind her. It crashes inward, revealing a veritable wall of muscle that has to duck to get in under the seven foot arch. His muscles look so dense and defined that they might as well be tank armor plating covered in chaotic blue tattoos(?), and his absolutely and utterly wild mass of red hair spills down his back from a head with white eyes crackling with electricity, and that's connected to a neck thicker than your waist. All he's wearing is a ragged plaid stretch of cloth the size of a banquet tablecloth wrapped around his waist, and he has a slab of barely-sharpened metal in one hand.\n\n"Williaaaaaaaaaam, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Tacticool says with extremely forced cheer, a way-too-wide smile on her face and borderline panic in her eyes. "I kinda have this place until tomorrow, so you're a bit ear-"\n\n"<b>FEE-FI-FO-FAN!</b>" the huge man roars as he stomps forward, every footstep shaking the ground as he approaches, Tacticool leaning back away as he gets closer (and, you notice, leaning over you more), soon looming above the two of you. "<b>I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN... ... American?</b>" he adds in a lower rumble, scowling darkly and leaning to the side, squinting his crackling eyes as he looks at you.\n\n"... Hi," you manage, raising a hand and wiggling your fingers.\n\n"Oh, uh, er, William, this is Eric," Tacticool says, obviously somewhat reluctantly letting you come out to stand beside her, darting her gaze back and forth between you and the giant looming over her. "He's, uh, he's, he's my new-" She looks at you desperately, obviously unable to think of anything.\n\n<hr>\n[["-hostage!"|RunFF1x6]]\n\n[["-minion!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["-boyfriend!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["-little brother!"|RunFF]]

"-hostage!" you blurt. "She, uh, she took me hostage and she's going to, you know, make demands of my family!"\n\n"... Right! That's right!" Tacticool quickly grabs your wrist and holds your hand up, giving it a shake as if to demonstrate she's got hold of you. "Grrrrr, got you, there's no escape, is there?!"\n\n"<b>Hrrrrrrrrrrmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...</b>" Scot Freer's massive lips twist as he looks back and forth between the two of you.\n\n"I'm not sure he's buying it," Tacticool hisses to you out of the corner of her mouth while still staring up at the giant.\n\n"What happens if he doesn't buy it?" you whisper back.\n\n"He takes you hostage himself." Before you can ask if that's bad, she adds, "The last time he took hostages he sent their severed heads to Buckingham Palace as a sign that he'd taken hostages."\n\nOkay that would be bad. "So, um, like, save me!" you cry, as if you were so scared of Tacticool you were looking for hope from just about anyone, making a show of yanking against her grip on your wrist. "Save me, she was going to... torture me!"\n\n"Yes! Right! You're <i>absolutely</i> interrupting my torture time!" Tacticool asserts, managing to scowl authoritatively up at Scot Freer.\n\n"<b>Didn't think you were the torturing type,</b>" he rumbles, scowling a bit deeper.\n\n"Well, I am, and you've deprived me of valuable scream time!" she asserts, turning and starting to 'drag' you towards one of the other doors. "C'mon, we'll make sure you're nice and ready to... plead, and cry, and... give information and stuff!"\n\n"Oh nooooooo!" you wail, throwing your hand up against your forehead.\n\n"<b>I'll watch,</b>" Scot Freer bellows.\n\nTacticool and you both jerk to a stop. "Er, what...?" she asks a bit flatly.\n\n"<b>Been awhile since I've seen a good bit of torture,</b>" he continues, stomping the two steps it requires to cover the space you and Tacticool had moved away. "<b>How d'ye intend to do it?</b>"\n\n"How... how am I going to torture him?" she murmurs, glancing at you helplessly again.\n\n<hr>\n[["Electroshock!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Experimentation!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Sexually!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Kinkily?"|RunFF]]

You nod slowly, then take a deep breath and start telling your new family about why you decided to leave your old one. You hold nothing back, even the stuff that makes you feel petty or ashamed or foolish for considering it part of what was worth running away from home for. But you tell them everything, including your decision that if you were going to be on the road with nothing soon enough, you might as well splurge everything and go to WorldLand for the big hurrah you were never allowed to have before. Sir Rupert listens to everything solemnly, Hazel several times looking sad and putting her fingertips to her lips, and though Elaine's expression doesn't change that much you do notice a more sympathetic set to her eyes and gentler set to her mouth than before.\n\nWhen you're done you wipe at your eyes with a sleeve, and Sir Rupert pats your shoulder again. "I think it was very brave of you to tell us all of that, Eric. I know it can be very difficult saying things that you feel aren't important or that make you look bad... the trust you've shown in believing we'd accept you anyway is just what I was talking about. In turn, it means we can trust you with an important secret about this family. You see, Eric..."\n\nHe unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt and pulls his tie aside, to show a glowing, octagonal device embedded in the skin of his chest, circuit-like lines of silver spreading out through it. "I'm known as 'Lord Impossible', the many-powered superhero. Due to this Imaginarium Dispenser I had to invent and install in myself to save my life from a fatal illness, I'm able to mentally craft and imbue myself with superpowers, as long as I can imagine a way for them to work."\n\n"I'm known as Goodwitch," Hazel says with a smile, giving her hand a flick and twist and pulling a stereotypical witch's hat out of thin air, setting it atop her head. "I can call upon the magical energy of all the United Kingdom and channel it to create charms and work spells. I'm not quite as powerful as my predecessors, but I'm still a force to be reckoned with!"\n\nBoth of them look over at Elaine, who hesitates for a moment before heaving a sigh. "Bloody hell, if I must." There's a soft scold of 'Language!' from her mother as Elaine holds up both hands, one of them transforming into something reptilian with sharp claws, the other becoming furry and striped, with a different type of claw slipping out of her fingertips. "I go by 'Menagerie' when we do the masks-and-tights schtick. Because of a mutation in my genes due to the mix of these two, I can change myself, or any part of myself, into any animal I can think of, or mix and match."\n\n"Together we're called 'The Impossible Trio'," Sir Rupert explains as he finishes buttoning his shirt back up, Hazel straightening his tie for him as you gawk at all of this. "We protect people from nefarious plots by evildoers and, as much as possible, natural disasters. So as you can imagine, there's a number of reasons we have to be able to trust each other and tell one another anything."\n\n"They're very big on it too, it's frankly rather embarrassing sometimes," Elaine says with a sigh as she turns her hands back to normal. "At least with you around maybe I'll have someone who knows what it's like to have a bloody sense of shame."\n\n"Language!"\n\n"In any event, Eric, we'd like to welcome you to the family. That said, we could welcome you into not just the Amazing family, but the Impossible family, if you like," Sir Rupert continues, putting the pipe to his mouth. "You could join us in protecting the world... or just live your best life here with us, helping build this safe anchor and place we have to heal and regain our equilibrium. No shame in choosing not to fight."\n\n<hr>\n[[Holy heck yes you want to be a superhero!|RunFF7x2]]\n\n[[Ummmmm... pass.|RunFF1x2]]

"I... this is all a little much, y'know?" you admit, biting your lower lip.\n\n"Tell me about it," Elaine says with a sigh, shaking her head. "See, you two, I told you, you went and hit him with it too fast, now he doesn't want to."\n\n"I mean... I may want to some time, but it's like... I need at least a little while to process this, y'know?" you tell them, glancing around. "At least let me think about it for a little while, okay?"\n\n"Yes, that seems wise," Sir Rupert agrees, though he does look just a little disappointed. "Really it's probably better that you have some time to adjust to the family and our situation before leaping right into any decisions. Well, come along then, I'll show you around!"\n\nYou're given a tour of the upper floors of the building, the lower parts of which contain what's effectively an old English mansion, just with a really fantastic view of the city. Sir Rupert informs you that for now it's best if you don't go into the very top levels, where the labs, workrooms, and training areas are... without powers or training, they could just be too hazardous, he tells you, which you try not to let make you too terribly curious. But the tour ends with him showing you which room is yours, and it's just as great as the rest of what you've expected. The clothes are a little more stiff and pip-pip-cheerio than you're used to, but Hazel asserts that they'll buy you some things in more your style.\n\nAnd so two months or so pass. While you go out to classes at a nearby private school a few days a week, a lot of your learning is done via terminals in the house. Your wardrobe is refined, though you wind up with a lot of small-knit long-sleeve shirts where the colors seem somehow not quite good enough, like they're on an old TV that's slid out of proper tube calibration or whatever they had. You wind up with a lot of free time, both since you're primarily home-schooled, but also since your new family does tend to have to run off to save the day a lot. Still, you do grow pretty close to them, and at the end of the second month it's starting to feel comfortable to call them 'Dad', 'Mom', and 'Sis', though they all seem a bit amused by your more American-style pronunciations.\n\nOne morning you've finished your terminal classes early and are thus seated on the couch in the media room playing the latest waifu fighter game on the big screen, when Hazel... well, Mom... walks in. You're a little embarrassed that you've got a pair of bikini-clad girls beating each other up on screen, but she just glances at it, seeming completely unfazed, which you've noticed is a nice thing about her, she hasn't once given any hint of being a prude. "Hello, dear," she chirps cheerfully.\n\n"Hey, Mom. Gotta run off to save the world again?"\n\n"No, nothing's come up so far today, though your father and sister are out and about ready to deal with it if it does. I actually have some errands to run today, I just thought I'd come by and see if you perhaps wanted to come with me." She smiles fondly as she walks over and strokes your hair gently. "Or if you just wanted me to stay home and spend some time with you. You've only been with us a short time, but you are my son, and I would do absolutely anything if it made you happy."\n\n<hr>\n[[That's sweet, but you're fine.|RunFF1x3]]\n\n[[Sure, you'll run errands with her.|RunFF5x1]]\n\n[[... Wait, absolutely anything?|RunFF2x1]]

You smile back at her. "Thanks, Mom. But nah, it's cool, run your errands without worrying about dragging me along, I'll be fine."\n\n"Well, if you're sure, dear." She leans down to brush back your bangs and kiss your forehead, then smiles and gives you a little wave before heading back out the door she came in through.\n\nYou go back to playing, doing your best to discover the true extent of the clothing damage system (<i>surely</i> you can discover the combo that actually strips a girl completely naked despite all the insistences by the game company that it doesn't exist!). About a half hour later you're suddenly rather distracted as there's a bright flash of light from nearby that comes with an odd tingly feeling across your exposed skin, and the TV screen flickering briefly as an actual whole entire person materializes from thin air. Well, you assume it's a person. She seems about Elaine's age, with shaggy, glowing green hair, white skin that looks sort of like the exact same shade as a glow-in-the-dark action figure, and is wearing a green and black zip-up sleeveless top, about an inch above her bellybutton left bare before it gets to the matching panties, with thigh-high boots and shoulder-high fingerless gloves, and a number of straps with little clips on them, or black pouches ringing them.\n\n"Muaaaahahaha! That's right, Amazings, you're right buggered now! Tacticool Nuke has discovered your hideout, and... and...!" She trails off as she looks around with her bright yellow eyes, frowning. "... Bloody hell I've materialized in their TV room. That wasn't the plan."\n\n"Er," you say, staring at her.\n\n"WAHA!" The apparent supervillain leaps backwards in shock, flinging her arms up, before quickly turning it into a dramatic pose while pointing at you. "I mean, Aha! Who are you, then, eh?! Speak up, you're being addressed by the Walking Calamity!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're, uh... Godboy!|RunFF]]\n\n[[You're the... butler, obviously!|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Hi, Eric, nice to meet you.|RunFF1x4]]\n\n[[Oh you're just INTRUDER ALERT!|RunFF3x1]]

Well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, really. And honestly, with how things have been going, can they really get much worse? You work the cork out of the bottle and take a sniff and... ... yeah you're not sure it really smells like anything, but maybe that's just because there's so much dust down here you can't smell much anyway.\n\nYou swish the liquid around in the bottle, eyeing it. You always sort of assumed that you were supposed to drink an entire magic potion to get the effects, but honestly, isn't there quite a bit of it for that? Plus what if it's not what you think it is? Maybe you should drink just a little of it to see if it starts having an effect, first.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try a few sips.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Drink about half.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Drink the whole thing.|EricMF]]

In a panic and thinking of nothing but getting away, you again flail and splutter to the surface, trying to take to the sky and get away from the monster below. But you don't get more than a half a foot before you splash down to the surface again. Your wings don't work when they're this soaked! Desperate, you try again, and again.\n\nThe third time, you get at least a foot of clearance, and start to think you might have actually gotten away. Then the monster fish breaches the surface, clamping its massive jaws around you. You scream as you're hauled back down into the water and below it.\n\nThe huge beast claps its jaws a few times, letting that and the rush of water push you down its throat. You feel its cold, clammy maw pressing in around you, restricting your struggles as you're pushed down deeper and deeper.\n\nInside its belly you're forced to stay mostly curled-up, but at least have room to squirm and thrash around. You can feel the fish twisting and squirming in reaction to your movements, but other than a few tight squeezes of your cold, fleshy prison around you, it doesn't seem to care about its breakfast disagreeing with it.\n\nSomehow, you don't think you're getting out of this one like Jonah did.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|MiniEric3xEnd]]

Well, it is the quintessential starter quest, like the basics of the basics since well before you were born, so you can certainly hope that you're capable of managing it without dying, and that it might net you enough to at least buy some clothes and maybe a knife or something. You pull it down and, somewhat hesitantly, take it up to the counter, wondering if there will be some sort of registration fee, but the rather bored-looking man working said counter just gives you directions to the tavern while barely looking at you. Apparently this sort of job isn't worth bothering about to make sure anyone competent takes it.\n\nYou follow the instructions, soon finding a rather run-down looking tavern, basically just some slightly splinter-y looking tables with stools, and a very old, stained bar. The man standing behind it looks as tired and disinterested as the counter person did, looking at you dubiously as you enter, clearly annoyed by the idea that you might have come to beg, but when you explain that you're there to kill the rats he just grunts, shrugs, and thumbs towards a square hole off in the corner with a ladder leading down. After a glance at him, and towards the dark hole, you pick up one of the candle holders off the table... he looks mildly disgruntled but you guess he can't argue that you don't need some light to see down there. You have to drop your stick down ahead of you before somewhat awkwardly climbing down the ladder holding the candle in one hand, trying not to get it close to any of the rather old and probably alcohol-soaked wood. \n\nOnce you get down to the floor of the cellar... which is made of bare packed dirt... you pick up the stick and take a look around. It's surprisingly roomy, maybe even bigger than the room upstairs... hm, in fact it looks like several buildings might share this as a cellar. There are crates, boxes, and barrels, some just sort of seemingly scattered about, others stacked and arranged in more orderly fashion. There's the sound of something dripping from some corner or another, the sound just faintly echo-y enough that you don't think it's entirely from up here. There must be an opening to the sewers or something... no wonder there's rats. Well, you're not exactly going to make sure there's no rats in the basement, then, but maybe he'll be satisfied if you bring him a handful of bodies. (Which, from the look of the stew that was on the fire upstairs, you have little doubt of the fate of.)\n\nYou take a look around. Well, you guess you should start looking for rats to smack with your stick. ... Ugh. Or maybe you should look around for something that would be more effective at killing rats with. Surely if there's like a knife or something in one of these crates, it won't be a big deal if you take it. (Or at least you'd probably be long gone before anyone noticed you had.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Get right to work.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Look for something.|EricMF11x3]]

Look if you're going to have to rummage around this dark, slightly damp and uncomfortable cellar for possibly hours killing rats, the least the people this cellar belongs to can do is contribute like... at the very least a sturdier stick or something.\n\nYou spend a little while finding open crates and barrels and bags... you figure you shouldn't tempt fate by actually opening any of them that are securely closed. (Even if you had anything that could really help you do that.) Most of them don't have anything useful... just various bits of things that are probably sold in the stores above that you don't have any need for even if you were to just start taking stuff, a few foodstuff that do look like they might have been nibbled by rats already (though admittedly you help yourself to a small pouch of nuts because your stomach started growling just then), and fluids you're going to assume are cheap booze, from the smell.\n\nYou do eventually find two things, both in a crate that honestly looks so full of what you're guessing is literal junk that it's being used as a 'I don't need this but can't bring myself to throw it out' bin. One is a fairly standard kitchen knife, not particularly sharp but at least not completely dull, but it's definitely better than the stick even if it is shorter. The other is a bottle you found way down at the bottom of the crate (you were hoping maybe someone had thrown out some pants). From the shape and just the... well, the <i>feel</i> of it, you're pretty sure it's a legit magic potion. The label is smudged, dirty, and a little torn, but you can make out 'Potion of the Hunt' and a little doodle of a cat's head. Hm, maybe it will let you see in the dark? Or move faster? You're guessing whatever it is, being magically more cat-like would probably help with killing rats. ... Except obviously you can't shake the feeling it was probably effectively thrown out for a reason.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just take the knife.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Try the potion.|EricMF11x4]]

Ah, yeah, isn't this actually the perfect opportunity for something you've been thinking about anyway? Grinning, you finish up the calculus problem and accept Ms. Lancer's cool, rather hollow-sounding acknowledgement of getting it correct, and return to your desk.\n\nYour father taught you several ways he'd come up with of doing time manipulation, but all of them were huge Imaginarium hogs... he could basically only manage a handful of time blips before depleting the supply even in one of the arm bracers. After considering, you realized that's probably because he was just 'brute forcing' the time shifts or stops... the methods he imagined were too direct, blunt, and based in known theory rather than working off of the wild speculation and even sheer bullshit that Imaginarium is capable of making real. And so you spent some of your spare time outside of training coming up with a long, extensive explanation for time distortion that could probably fill an entire chapter of a novel all on its own. It was a little tedious in some ways, but if you're right about it, the Imaginarium use would be almost nothing, meaning you could do it handily even with the small amount in the watch.\n\nYou spend a few moments subtly working the controls, before activating your new power. At first nothing happens... just the watch shifting its display to show an indicator of the Imaginarium reserve. That's right, you haven't actually activated the power yet. So you concentrate, and try to stop time.\n\nThe most shocking thing is how abruptly silent everything becomes. You weren't quite aware of how much background noise people just breathing, moving, and existing caused until suddenly everyone's statue still. But of course there's also no wind outside, no drone of the climate control, no cars driving past outside... or rather all of those things are still there, but frozen in time. You glance at the reserve indicator... 99.8% and holding steady. You were right! It only takes a small amount, and only when you initiate the altered time flow or end it! This is perfect! You get up and move around, finding you have no difficulty with shifting items on desks, and of course you check to make sure no one can see you a few times by waving your hand in front of their still, frozen faces. \n\nYup, this is the ideal type of time stoppage... you've got a frozen world that you can manipulate at will (well, as much as you can normally... you're not sure what would happen if you tried to switch powers in the midst of using this one and you probably don't want to find out). Now, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe teach Ms. Lancer some humility.|RunFF9x2]]\n\n[[Take a look around other parts of the school.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Just take a break.|RunFF]]

Admittedly it's not like you've had more than half an hour to get to know her, but the teacher hasn't exactly formed a positive impression on you. Maybe the prideful lady needs to be taken down a few pegs, hm? And you know the obvious way to do it, you think with a smirk as you step up to her.\n\nFirst you find the clasp and zipper of her skirt and undo them, taking a moment to make a bet with yourself... plain or naughty? Once you slide the skirt down your legs, you find it's somewhere in the middle... a white thong beneath the dark pantyhose. 'Very nice, teach,' you think smugly, giving one of her hose-clad asscheeks a squeeze. It's round, and yielding, and despite the time freeze pops back into shape once you remove your hand... well, that's good, leaving phantom handprints all over her for the rest of the time things are frozen would be a little weird. You find it's relatively easy to manipulate her body, raising her feet one at a time to slip the skirt out and removing her shoes while you're at it. The teacher stares ahead, mouth open in mid-word and completely unreactive as you hook your fingers into the hose and her panties, pulling both down at once... oho, she shaves! Yes, this one's definitely enjoying playing up the Hot Teacher look despite being so cold and almost hostile to her students.\n\nYou continue to move her body around as you get her jacket off... it's sort of a power trip on its own, the fact that you're able to treat your teacher like a giant action figure. (With the added benefit of this one still balancing itself, so you don't have to worry about her falling over.) The jacket dispensed with, you unbutton the front of her blouse, grinning in excitement. The bra you reveal is, as expected, fairly plain white, its only real daring quality that it's scooped fairly low in front, giving a very faint glimpse of both her pink areola. The bra is the next thing to go, her breasts dropping and wobbling for a brief instant as they're freed from the bra's support, before they too go as still and motionless as everything else. \n\nYou take a few steps back, just admiring the view of your busty, blonde, severe-faced teacher now wearing nothing but her little librarian-style spectacles. Restarting time now would certainly embarrass her thoroughly, so mission accomplished (besides the enjoyable view and one quick squeeze). Is it enough...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, finish up and restart time.|RunFF]]\n\n[[You can add a liiiittle extra, you think!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Of course you're gonna fuck her.|RunFF9x3]]

C'mon... like you're actually gonna pass up this opportunity? After all the incidental feeling her up you did while stripping her, and the sight of that lascivous body with its stern, cold expression frozen in place? Yeah, no, your (very stiff) cock would never forgive you.\n\nIt takes a bit more maneuvering to get her down on all fours, though you get plenty more chances to rub against her as you do, stroking her sides and lightly grinding your still-covered prick against her bare ass. Once you've got her in position on hands and knees, her big round butt jutted up slightly, you slowly undress as well, taking some time to revel in the thrill of getting naked in the middle of class, your frozen classmates completely unaware all around you. You settle down behind your unresponsive teacher, shuffling your knees closer and rubbing your bare prick against her ass, watching it indent. Then you line up with her bare-shaven pussy, finding the entrance and thrusting in. You let out a soft moan at the feeling... so smooth and soft! You grip her hips and pump away at her, your soft panting and the <i>thp</i> of your hips against her round butt the only sound in the room.\n\nYou don't take long before you spill inside her... she just feels too good, for your first time fucking another person. You grind your hips against her, panting a bit more, then pull out slowly, taking a look down at your still stiff and jutting cock, now smeared and dripping with your own cum, as more thick white goo dribbles out of the unresponsive blonde's cunt. You give yourself a few strokes... hm... while normally you do have plenty of energy, there's not even the slightest bit of flagging that you can feel, you're still just as hard as you were the moment you came. Pushing back into Ms. Lancer's now gloriously slimey pussy, you start thrusting away again, feeling yourself gradually 'reset' and start to build to another orgasm. Oho, so the frozen time state must work on you too, at least to some extent... no refractory period! Smirking, you pull out of the teacher's pussy and lift yourself up a bit, realigning the tip of your prick with her bare pucker, then pushing in. You're going to enjoy yourself with this!\n\nYou don't keep particular track of how many times you fuck and cum in Ms. Lancer's holes... probably at least a dozen, all put together? Though you don't get tired or need to rest, you do occasionally take breaks, mostly to fondle her tits, stroke over her now thoroughly messy holes and tease them with your fingertips, rub her clit, and general enjoy yourself toying with her body. Still, after awhile you figure it's probably enough... both her pussy and asshole are cum-smeared messes, and you've left at least one load all over her dangling tits as well. You take a few pictures of your handiwork with your phone and lock them behind some of the upgraded security provided due to being part of a superfamily, then redress.\n\n... Hm. Now, the main question, whether to just sit down and restart time, or whether to put Ms. Lancer's clothes back on her and put her back in her original position first. You're not entirely sure what will happen either way... whether she'll be oblivious to what happened or something else... so you're curious to see what happens either way.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her as-is.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Put her back in position.|RunFF]]

While not nearly as versed in weird mystical stuff, you have a lot more confidence in Tofu's ability to keep a secret... and to not try and extract any weird promises from you in return from helping. It does mean you'll need to wait until tomorrow to go see him, but you can fake your way through one night of being a girl for no particularly good reason. Though several people do ask what you're so nervous about.\n\nThe next day you're sitting on Tofu's examination table in your boxers, squirming as he looks over a chart and rubs his chin. "Well, it's extremely early, but yes, I think you might be pregnant."\n\n"W-whaaat?!" you splutter, sitting upright.\n\n"Your ki flow would seem to indicate it, besides the fact that you can't change back. I've always hypothesized this might happen..."\n\n"Well thanks for sharing the hypothesis, Doc!"\n\n"I didn't think it would come up," he replies with a shrug. "But yes, I would say that it's unlikely you'll be able to change back until you've given birth... if then, we'll have to wait and see."\n\nYou look aside, gnawing at your thumbnail. The issue of turning back into a guy aside, this is going to go down badly, to put it mildly. There's the issue of your parents, your fiancees, Soun... okay, you're fairly certain most of them wouldn't kill a pregnant woman, but still. You still might get kicked out, nevermind having to raise a kid on your own even if you don't. What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll have to run away.|FRanX]]\n\n[[You'll have to get a guy.|FRanX22x7]]

Okay, as hard as it is to admit, you need a man. ... Actually maybe it's not that hard, you did spend all of yesterday getting fucked by two of them and enjoying it immensely. But you need one for more than that! You're going to need one to, y'know... give you money. And whatever else it is that fathers that aren't your shitty one do. (You assume he is also a shitty husband. You have never been given any indication otherwise.)\n\nSo you need one. Whether you trap them, trick them, pressure them, whatever, you need one. The question is, which one? Okay, you've got two top-of-the-list choices since you've only really got those two options for who the kid's actual father is, but that doesn't make them ideal husband material. Slightly more honest material, but not ideal. You may still have to deal with angry martial artists after all, and a baby daddy who gets punched into a fine slurry on day one isn't much use. Still, they're the most obvious pick.\n\nThink, think, think, who to go to?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hiroshi.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Daisuke.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Both.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Kuno.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Soun.|FRanX24x1]]\n\n[[Doctor Tofu.|FRanX22x8]]

"Nah, I don't wanna do any of that crap," you announce, tucking your hands behind your head and turning to meander down the sidewalk again, slow enough that they'll hopefully get the idea to follow along. "Let's just spend all day fooling around."\n\n"... Eh?" both of them say in sync. They glance at each other, before looking back at you, Daisuke venturing, "When you say 'fooling around', you mean...?"\n\nYou pause and glance over your shoulder towards them. "As in screwing. Like, you guys fucking me." You tilt your head a bit, shifting your shoulders slightly so that your boobs jiggle. "You don't wanna?"\n\nBoth of them stay with their jaws on the pavement for a moment, before hurriedly scurrying over behind you. "Yeah! Yeah we're totally up for it!" Hiroshi blurts, fists lifted and eyes sparkling.\n\n"I mean, you never even wanted to show off naked for us before, what changed?" Daisuke adds as both of them follow along as you walk, the two of them starting to sport obvious tents.\n\n"Dunno, maybe I just feel like a bit of a different person today." You shrug a little, then glance at him. "Hey, Dai-kun, you've got money like usual, right?"\n\n"Well we were gonna go to the gaming parlor, so yeah."\n\n"Good, 'cause we need to buy-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-condoms."|FRanX]]\n\n[["-a decent love motel room."|FRanX22x5]]

Soon you're in that love motel room, on all fours on the bed, moaning around Hiroshi's dick as Daisuke fucks you from behind. Your friend's hips slap against your ass, the impact enough to make your tits sway and jiggle under you, as well as pushing you forward onto Hiroshi a little each time. You roll your eyes up to watch Hiroshi's face, the less aggressive of your buddies biting his lower lip and only very lightly moving his hips, leaving you mostly to suck and lick at him as you will. Daisuke doesn't see to have much in the way of similar restraint, grabbing at your hips to thrust nice and hard, his balls swinging forward to slap your crotch. His hands wander up and down, stroking over the curve of your hips and squeezing your ass before sliding back to grip your waist.\n\nNeither of them has had any real martial arts training, but still, you can't exactly fault them for their stamina. Daisuke's already cum in you twice and is still nice and hard, his thick cock pumping into you and churning up the loads he's already dumped into your pussy. Hiroshi's held off longer, but he finally moans and spills his own first load into your mouth, leaving you to gulp and swallow it down... and do the same with his cock as he firms up his hand on the back of your head and finally starts putting a bit of force into his thrusts, pushing his prick into and down your throat. Your quagging gets even louder as Daisuke pulls out of your pussy, mingled boycum and girlcum dripping out of your parted pussylips, and pushes into your ass instead, not bothering to ask before taking you there... not that you mind.\n\nAfter a few minutes you give Hiroshi a push back and shift upright on your knees, before urging Hiroshi back in against your front, using one hand to guide his cock into your vacated pussy... where he almost immediately spills his second gush of cum the moment he's slid inside you. Not that it stops him from starting to thrust and grind against you, bare chest now pressing up against your large tits, the two of them running their hands up and down your sides as they sandwich you, their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall of flesh separating them as you moan and work your hips back and forth, one hand slid forward to rest on Hiroshi's ass, the other reaching back to encourage Daisuke even more.\n\nEventually you shift to riding Hiroshi, your tits bouncing heavily but energetically as you try to fuck him into the mattress, Daisuke standing on the bed in front of you to receive your oral attentions, your tongue and lips working his sack before you bring your head back and slide your mouth all the way down his pole in a single stroke. You hear Hiroshi moan and feel a shudder and warm rush from his cock as he floods you again. You give your hips a wiggle, then pull off Daisuke before lifting up and off Hiroshi. Moving to lay on your back, you grip your legs and easily fold yourself until your knees are on either sides of your tits. Daisuke takes the obvious invitation, moving you lay on top of you, chest rubbing on your stiff nipples and pressed-together tits as he begins pounding his cock down into you with his full body-weight, going full 'mating press' on your pussy. Hiroshi rests nearby, watching with wide eyes and stroking his own prick to help keep it at full stiffness until Daisuke's spilled inside you and moves away, leaving him to take his turn.\n\nThe three of you keep up the pattern of taking turns with the mating press position for a few hours, before finally finishing off your romp with you on top of Daisuke and leaned forward so that Hiroshi can push into your pussy as well, both of them thrusting and throbbing inside you, their cum mingling when they finally cum in you at virtually the same time. After the three of you spend awhile sprawled on the bed naked and smeared with various fluids, you notice the time and take a quick, cold rinse in the bathroom before dressing and scurrying out, leaving the boys to deal with it if they incur any overage charges for the room.\n\nIt's fairly well into the evening by the time you stroll into the Tendo home again, hands resting casually behind your head. Nabiki glances over from where she's lazing on the couch, raising an eyebrow. "You were out awhile, doing anything interesting?"\n\n"Just hanging out with Hiroshi and Daisuke," you reply breezily before heading for the bathroom.\n\nYou rinse off under the wall shower head, then get up and pad to the furo, easing one leg in before stepping in, sighing contentedly as you feel the warm water engulf your well-used pussy and ass, sinking down until your breasts bobble on the surface and you can close your eyes and lean your head back.\n\n"... Eh?" You blink a few times, then sit up quickly. "EHHHH?!"\n\nYou try dunking yourself a few times, but are forced to finally admit that you're not changing back. You've got to go see someone about this! Someone who might know... something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Cologne.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Doctor Tofu.|FRanX22x6]]

Yes, let us not go to either of those restaurants. They are silly places.\n\nTurning around, you meander off down the street, with no particular destination in mind, other than the vague thought of using your cuteness to eventually score some food. Being a girl definitely isn't all bad, you muse, by now largely tuning out the various stares and leers you get. Now, let's see, what to do? As you walk along, you spot various things that could hold your attention, if not necessarily your interest.\n\nYou spot a couple of [[friends|FRanX22x3]] of yours... you could always go see if they're available to hang out. You spot some [[punks|FRanX23x1]] loitering around near an alleyway, causing everyone that passes by to look nervous... it's been awhile since you've seen that type around, but sometimes people get happy and reward you if you clear them out. You can also see several [[clusters of cute girls|FRanX]] around... you might be able to blend in with some of them and mooch off their food wherever they're going. (Being able to turn into a teenage girl, you have learned that teenage girls eat waaaay more than they want you to think they do.)\n\nYou also realize that [[Furinkan High|FRanX]] is nearby... not that it would be open right now, but maybe that means it'd be a nice quiet place to relax for awhile.

Eh, you've had enough excitement for one day, probably best not to poke fate any more than you tend to do just by existing. Hanging out with your buddies seems like a safe option for not getting into too much trouble. You head towards the bus stop where they're standing... of course if they weren't your friends, you'd probably have trouble picking out their generically mildly handsome faces from any other pair of guys in the typical high-collared black school uniforms (don't these two have other clothes), one with tousled light brown hair and the other with somewhat more tamed dark brown hair. "Oyyyy, Hiroshi, Daisuke," you call.\n\n<img src=images/hiroshi.jpg><img src=images/daisuke.jpg>\n\n"Hey, it's Ranma!" Hiroshi calls, face lighting up.\n\n"Our favorite version of Ranma, too," Daisuke says with a bit of a smirk, which gets you to make a face at him.\n\n"Shaddup, you." You come to a stop in front of them. "What's up, guys?"\n\n"We were just on our way to try a new gaming parlor that I heard about," Daisuke explains, pointing at the bus stop sign. "It's supposed to have some really exciting stuff."\n\n"I think it sounds shady as heck myself," Hiroshi pipes up in a complaining tone, making a face. Then it brightens. "We should go check out the 'mystery house' on the edge of town! I bet if we were brave enough to find out some more about it, that would make us super popular with the girls! Besides, it won't steal all our money, like Daisuke's idea," he adds a bit sullenly.\n\nBoth you and Daisuke roll your eyes, then Daisuke leers a bit. "Well if you want to have some fun without spending any money, we could always go back to my place. I've got some new of <i>those</i> kind of videos to watch, y'know."\n\n"H-hey, I thought we weren't gonna talk about that," Hiroshi complains, shifting nervously. Perhaps expecting you to side with him, he looks at you hopefully. "Hey, Ranma, what do you think we should do?"\n\nDaisuke looks at you expectantly as well. They are kind of natural followers, after all, you're not too shocked they're expecting you to decide for them.\n\n<hr>\n[["Gaming parlor? Like, I can win money?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["I won't have anyone say I was scared of some dumb mystery house!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Yeah, sure, videos, whatever."|FRanX]]\n\n[["Can't you guys treat me to lunch first?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Eh, all of that sounds boring, let's just fuck all day instead."|FRanX22x4]]

Probably best not to leave town entirely. You angle yourself and flail a bit to alter the displacement of air, sending yourself twirling downwards to crash into the street hard enough to make a crater and send a cloud of dust and light debris into the air. ... Ow. Making a face, you push yourself to your feet and press on your back, arching it (and incidentally causing a few nosebleeds for people that had stopped to stare as your tits lift and bounce a bit from your motions) as you try to work out a few of the kinks. Damn violent tomboy, she's going to send you to the chiropractor before you're twenty at this rate.\n\nGiving your head a shake, you realize that you are in fact close to Ucchan's and the Nekohanten. You are, as always, quite hungry, so dropping in on one of them to see if you can score a free meal is an attractive prospect. ... Of course, at some point even you realized that nothing is really free, and your lunch is likely to cause you some other sort of misery. So, you could always just go do something else for a few hours before heading back to the dojo, to give Akane time to cool off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Ucchan's.|FRanX25x1]]\n\n[[Go to the Nekohanten.|FRanX26x1]]\n\n[[Go away.|FRanX22x2]]

<<if $visitorsseen is "false">>"So who are these people that are waiting to see me?" you ask curiously, having a seat in one of the opulent chairs nearby.\n\n"Forgive this most unworthy Baru for even daring to know or speak the names of those above her station, but as you have asked I must of course answer on pain of being choked to death on the largest, fattest, most throbbing-"\n\n"Please just get to the point."\n\n"Of course, Lord and Master. First off, General Horridus would most likely wish to speak to you about the invasion, among other things. Commander Galeus as well, though his desire to see you is most likely personal. Your nephew Prince Elatus would likely feel graced by an audience, considering his excitement to join this excursion of the fleet. Then there is Princess Nefara, commander of the of the Anubilan wing of the fleet, she has most likely already made various demands to see you which your subcommanders have largely ignored."\n\n"Oh?" You glance out the window... yeah, now that you actually look, there's some different designs of ships there, including some octagonal pyramids that are as "flat" as they can get while still maintaining the shape. "Why is that?"\n\n"The Princess has long been pushing for an engagement to you, Lord and Master, so that you might become each other's first spouses. No doubt she hopes that by doing so she will increase her own chances for being chosen for the Anubilan Imperial throne."\n\n"I see. Anyone else?"\n\n"An oversight droid from the Finance Ministry has also registered an entry on your docket to be seen at your leisure, I believe, Lord and Master."\n\nHunh. There's finances involved in the conquest of planets, huh? A surprising little shard of realism in this whole thing. Well, whatever, you suppose now that you've asked you should actually see one of them.<<set $visitorsseen to "true">><<else>>"The list of those still awaiting an appointment, or that you might summon again if you care to, Lord and Master," Baru murmurs, passing you a tablet screen with the names on it.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[General Horridus.|TriGeneralStart]]\n\n[[Commander Galeus.|TriGaleusStart]]\n\n[[Prince Elatus.|TriElatusStart]]\n\n[[Princess Nefara.|TriNefaraStart]]\n\n[[The droid.|TriDroidStart]]

Wait. Isn't the answer literally right in front of you? Martial artist, so he can defend himself, has a good job and his own place already... his mother already kind-of sort-of approved of you. It's obvious! You leap down to your feet, breasts bobbling as you reach out to snag one of his hands. "Doc! You've gotta marry me!"\n\n"W-wha?!" he squeaks, glasses threatening to fog up a bit.\n\n"I need a guy, and you're the perfect one!"\n\n"I... but... I...!" he continues to stammer, obviously taken aback.\n\nOkay, you need to figure out something that will tip him over the edge. Quick, what could you say to convince him?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You need him to protect you.|FRanX]]\n\n[[You need him to care for you.|FRanX]]\n\n[[It's a way to get to Kasumi!|FRanX]]

You glance down at the tent in the sheets, blushing. It doesn't seem like it's going to be going down any time soon... not with that pantyshot fixed firmly in your mind. Well... better do something about it then, right?\n\nTossing off the sheets, you wrap a hand around your stiff length and start pumping slowly, letting out a soft moan. The naughtiness of doing it in a hot girl's bed while she's out of the apartment only seems to make it better, and you keep your strokes nice and slow. It'll take her quite awhile to go talk to her supervisor, right? You can enjoy this one, even if it's totally just a pressure release and not at all because of how you've just seen what may be the nicest ass on any girl you've ever seen in your life. You rub your body against the soft sheets some, and can't help but think of her eventually laying (naked, of course) on the sheets you're now naked and jerking off in.\n\n"Having fun?"\n\nYour whole body seizes up in surprise, to the point you almost get a cramp. Your eyes snap open, seeing the Sailor Mars cosplayer at the foot of the bed. She's grinning at you, and holds a hand up with a red-and-gold cellphone in it, giving it a waggle.\n\n"Thought I was gonna go see my supervisor in person, huh? I stopped back in to ask what you wanted me to get as far as food... seems you had other things on your mind." You really have no idea how to respond to that... even moreso as she sets the phone down and then crawls up onto the bed, high heels and all, moving on all fours up between your legs. "Dammit, it was hard enough to resist while you were out... this," she half-moans, before ducking her head down. Her eyes remain fixed on you as her tongue darts out and licks your sack, and you let out a loud moan as she starts licking at it more, flicking her tongue around and pressing her red-painted lips against it.\n\nSince it seems to be the thing to do, you start stroking your cock again as she licks and sucks at your balls... or at least you do until she brushes your hand away and takes over the job herself, wrapping a satin-gloved hand around your cock and taking over jerking it for you, not seeming to care at all that your pre is leaking out and smearing over the fabric. She nuzzles her way under your balls, flicking her tongue over your taint teasingly, letting your sack rub on her cheek. Then she draws back up and fixes her eyes on yours again right before sliding her lips slowly down your cock, slowly moving her hand to rest flat against your hips as she takes you all the way down.\n\nYou try to warn her but can only let out a loud groan as your cock spasms and starts firing your load. She stays where she is, her tight throat squeezing and sucking at you as your prick shudders inside it. Once you've spent your first load, she doesn't move away, but instead just starts bobbing her head again, tongue washing the underside of your shaft as she works her mouth up and down along your length, obviously greedy for another load. You pant, staring at her lewd face and bright eyes as she sucks on you hard, lips pulled back some every time she raises up. One of her gloved hands moves to your balls, cupping and rolling them around, as if trying to encourage them to fill and spill again.\n\nIt takes a little bit, but Sailor Mars certainly doesn't show any signs of minding... she continues deep-throating your cock relentlessly and without complaint, indeed even making soft moaning noises that send shuddering vibrations through your length. Finally you gasp out, and this time she pulls back and tilts your cock, stroking it with one hand to encourage your spurts of cum to hit the roof of her mouth and drip down onto her tongue, which she sticks out to flick up and down the underside of your cockhead. Once she's milked you of all you have at the moment she swallows, then crawls to one side of you, settling on all fours, giving you a wicked grin and her ass a wiggle.\n\nNot hesitating, you scramble to your knees and behind her, pushing her skirt up a bit further and running your hands over that fantastic ass, giving it a squeeze. Unable to resist, you slide your cock... marked with red smears and rings from her lipstick... under the back of her panties, letting them press your length against her yielding buttock as you thrust in and out a bit. She gives a giggle, then a breathy, "C'mon, hurry, fuck me!" Certainly not hesitating at that either, you pull the crotch of her panties aside and position yourself at her hot, wet entrance, thrusting in quickly and making her moan loudly in satisfaction.\n\nYou grab hold of her waist and start thrusting, staring down at the sight of her ass moving with the impact of your hips, and of your cock disappearing into her pussy to one side of the pulled-aside panties. She moans and gasps happily, rocking herself back against your thrusts as your lipstick-marked cock plunges into her. "Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck my slutty magical girl cunt," she moans out, which would sound ridiculous at any other time but right now has you almost ready to cum in her right then and there. You lean forward instead, grabbing hold of her full tits through the material of her top, making her squeal delightedly as you knead at them and kiss at her neck.\n\nDespite already cumming twice, the feel of a very excited, very tight pussy around you for the first time doesn't let you last long. You gasp out again and thrust forward, plunging balls deep in the pretty cosplayer's cunt as you start spilling your cum into her. You can hear her moan and feel her pussy squeezing at you, some extra wetness dribbling down your balls and making you shudder. You give her tits one more squeeze, then pull out and flop down on the bed beside her, panting.\n\nSailor Mars pants happily herself, though as she catches her breath, her expression fades from orgasmic to almost horrified. "Oh... oh crap," she groans, raising up onto her knees and putting both hands to her face.\n\n"Uh... sorry?" you murmur with a blink. You can think of several things that might make her do that, but most of them don't feel very flattering at the moment.\n\n"Oh geez, no, you don't understand." She sighs and drops her hands. "I lost control, and now you're doomed."\n\n"Doomed?" you repeat, eyeing her warily and scooting away a little.\n\n"Magical girls are basically all huge sluts," she says flatly, shaking her head. "We can fuck older men and monsters all day long... and trust me, it happens more than I'm strictly happy with. But if we fuck a guy who's too close to our own age, on our own time, he becomes affected by what we call the 'Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect'."\n\n"'Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect'." Now that you've figured out she's crazy, you're just trying to decide if she's dangerous crazy or harmless crazy.\n\nShe rolls her eyes, flopping down to sit, leaving her legs spread and momentarily distracting you with the sight of her pussy slightly spread and with your cum dripping out of it. "Yeah, yeah, I know, 'she's way too into her role'. It's the truth, though. Now that we had sex, the universe thinks you're my boyfriend... and since you're not magical yourself, and I'm not the main character, something awful will happen to you for dramatic effect."\n\n"Uh-huh."\n\nSighing, she rubs her face with one hand. "Okay, just... please, just try to believe me. Maybe if you stay, we can figure out some way to get around it, some... some kind of loophole so that you don't get amnesia or eaten by a monster or die in a car wreck or something. But if you decide I'm just some wacko theme park employee and walk out that door, some horrible fate will befall you sooner or later, and I really don't want that, especially since it would be my fault."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|HLSenshi4x1]]\n\n[[Leave.|HLSenshi3x2]]

"Uh, listen, I appreciate the offer and all," you reply carefully, looking around and finally spotting your clothes, and making a dash for them without trying to look like you're making a dash. "But I think I'll take my chances. I mean, thanks for everything, but, uh..."\n\n"Okay," she says sadly, shaking her head. "... Be careful."\n\n"Yeah, yeah sure, I will." You finish pulling on your clothes, then hurry out of the room. "Seeya around."\n\nOnce in the hall with the door closed, you put a hand to your chest. Woo. Nutso. You glance around and spot a nearby elevator, hurrying over to it and pressing the down button. As you hear the cables moving behind the door, you close your eyes and shake your head. Where did Worldland even find someone so weirdly obsessed with magical girl fiction that she'd sleep with a guy just so she could claim he'd been subjected to the 'Magical Girl Boyfriend Effect'? Too unreal.\n\nYou hear the elevator door ding open and the doors slide apart, and still shaking your head ruefully you step forward. It's not until your foot falls further than it should and you find yourself tilting at a strange angle that you open your eyes, and stare at the open, carless elevator shaft coming up to meet you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi3xEnd]]

"This one will make a fine fuck-pet," you declare loudly, making Shampoo's eyes widen again. \n\n"What?! Shampoo no be <i>fuck pet</i>! <Hey you Maastrichtian motherfucker I refuse, I'm not going to be anyone's pleasure creature!>"\n\nIgnoring her, you start selecting options in the screen that follows, as Baru croons, "Oh very good master, this worthless and pathetic Baru always appreciates having some extra holes to take some of the strain off. While Baru's entire existence is of course devoted to serving her wonderful and godlike Trikeron masters, it's always nice to have fellow nonpersons to share the loads!"\n\nChuckling, you complete your choices and tap the key to execute your commands. Near-instantly Shampoo's hand restraints pop open, startling her into stumbling back since she'd been yanking on them at the time. She thumps right against a circular pad on a thicker robot armature, then immediately starts struggling and trying to get away, only to find she's stuck as if magnetized. The Amazon gives a yelp as she's lifted up into the air, scrabbling and clawing in the air not unlike a cat that didn't want to be picked up. She briefly pauses as the floor opens up under again, then looks shocked as a large, round vat of yellow-green liquid rises up and settles into place below her, the surface rocking and lapping lightly from the motion. She starts her struggles anew once she realizes what's going on, crying out, "Wait, let Shampoo go, no put Shampoo in-!"\n\nShe's cut off as she's plunged downward and below the surface. The window on the front of the tank allows you to see her as mostly a dark outline, her struggles slowed and jerky due to the slightly thicker-than-water substance. You watch with a smirk as her breasts swell and grow... and more round, perky swells begin to show beneath them. Though her hair is making a thick, swishing mass in the stuff, you can still just barely make out her ears changing shape, altering and coming to indistinct but noticeable points. Her lower body's thrashings are soon augmented by a long, slender shape pushing out from above the curve of her ass.\n\nIt's only a minute or so before the robot arm rises back up, lifting Shampoo free of the stuff and leaving her gasping and dripping. Her ears are now fuzzy, white, and feline in shape, with purple fur tipping the ends. The same pattern repeats on the cat tail she's now sporting, thrashing about in agitation. Her facial features two have been altered to more closely suggest a cat's, her eyes slit-pupiled and feline in set. Of course the change she notices most immediately when she looks down is that her breasts have swelled to H-cup in size... and that a second pair of D-cup breasts, just slightly smaller than her old ones, has grown in below them, and a third pair of B-cup breasts below those as well. "Aaaa?! What you do to Shampoo?!" she demands, struggling anew until more robotic arms grab her and hold her spread-eagled. She's forced to let them move her around like a doll, sliding on shoulder-length fingerless gloves (white with purple fades at either end) and matching stockings with open toes and heels, as well as a white leather collar with a golden bell around her neck. She winces as a robot arm tipped with a tattoo needle swings in, etching a purple-pink emblem just above her crotch that manages to incorporate both the look of a womb and a cat's head.\n\n"Here comes this most pathetic slave's favorite part," Baru chirps. Apparently misery loves company, you think with amusement as a final pair of armatures lower down, these each tipped by small silver cannisters. Shampoo's eyes widen as they move in towards the sides of her head, and the ends cycle open... and two writhing masses of silvery wires moving like something alive fly out and directly into her ear canals, rapidly disappearing as she lets out a terrified scream. The sound cuts off with a choke as her eyes go even wider, her body taut and spasming in the spread-eagled hold the arms are gripping her in. Her mouth opens and her tongue juts out, her whole body continuing to twitch wildly as the devices wrap themselves around and through her brain, drool running down her chin as her eyes go glassy. Towards the end they roll up and she slumps completely in the grip of the arms, just twitching occasionally and making a few soft squeaking sounds, her six tits wobbling softly under her with the jerks of her muscles. Then a hazy, sort of drunk smile curls her lips, a soft 'haaaa' escaping as she shivers.\n\nThe arms holding her extend extra protrusions to dry her body and wipe her off, including patting the drool off of her chin, before moving to set her down on the floor in front of the vat and release her. She immediately sinks to all fours and begins prowling towards you, tail lifted and ass in the air, kitty titties jiggling with her motions and bell collar jingling as she approaches you. "Shampoo-nya serve Master-nya! Shampoo-nya love being dumb kitty fuckpet-nya!" she purrs as she crawls to your throne.\n\nSmirking, you spread your legs, your heavy balls given leave to drop and hang free, your mighty Trikeron cock jutting into the air. "I will allow you to service my balls, pet."\n\n"Shampoo-nya love lick Master's balls-nya!" the transformed Amazon yowls softly, every word extra sweet and vapid and distinctly catgirl-ish. She leans in and begins lapping kittenishly at your heavy sack, before turning into long, rolling licks, her pink eyes gazing worshipfully up at you as her ass shakes along with the lashes of her tail. It's amusing to think that as she puts on such a wholehearted kitty-bimbo act that the actual Shampoo is locked inside there, forced to watch and experience every moment, right down to the taste of your sack on her just-slightly-rough tongue.\n\nAfter some time you say, "Alright, you may now use your tits on me, stupid cat."\n\n"Nyes, Master-nya!" Shampoo purrs, rising up and leaning forward, pressing you into her sextuple-cleavage. She presses her forearms around the sides of all six breasts as well as she can and starts working her legs and shoulders, rubbing her tiered tits all along your enormous cock. You can actually hear her bell jingle and feel it rub against you some as she leans her head in, lapping at the top portion of your cock in animalistic fashion as she manages to provide an engulfing titjob for most of your particularly long member. She wiggles her shoulders and shakes her hips, tail lashing and ears occasionally giving a little flick, nothing but absolute adoration and servitude written on her felinish features.\n\nEventually you grunt and grab the back of her head, forcing her mouth over the tip of your cock. Her ears flick and eyes widen a bit with surprise as you start gushing a voluminous load into her mouth, the catgirl slave hurrying to obediently swallow as much as she can. The flow is far too much, of course, and much if not most of it escapes to splatter down on her top pair of tits, dribbling and dripping downward into the valley of them to smear over your cock and drop onto her lower pairs of boobs. Still, you think she's done an adequate job, you muse with a smirk as you release her head, allowing her to raise her head and gasp, though there's an audible purr thrumming from deep in her chest.\n\n"Acceptable. You may go, stupid cat," you declare, Shampoo continuing to purr as she rises to her feet, face and all six tits splattered with your cum as she prowls (upright this time) towards the door. "Baru, have someone come and escort my new slave to my harem room." <<if $haremroom is "false">>You're not sure if you actually have a harem room, but considering your status, you assume that if you don't have one they'll immediately make you one when they're aware you want one.<<endif>>\n\n"Certainly, Lord and Master. Now, what would you like to do next?"\n<<set $Shampoo_used to "true">><<set $haremstarted to "true">><<set $Shampoo_harem to "true">>\n<hr>\n[["Bring the Marked Targets list."|TriRoomMT1]]\n\n[["Let's see some random captives."|TriRoomCapt1]]\n\n[["I want someone from the Fleet."|TriRoomAlly2]]\n\n[["Let's do something else."|TriSelect2]]

You head over to the perky blonde, who perks up a bit more as you approach, greeting you warmly and urging you to sit next to her. Sunny asks you how you've been doing and if you're pleased with tonight's performance, and you answer in the affirmative. He seems quite interested in your well-being, which adds to the warm, safe feeling you'd sort of already started to get from being mildly drunk.\n\nJoseph and Kendrick soon give their goodnights, waving and departing the apartment while you and Sunny chat. Demona settles in nearby, looking like he wants to interject several times as Sunny continues chatting with you and drawing out, before finally clearing his throat. "Ah, so, y'know, maybe I should head out too..."\n\n<hr>\n[[No, stay!|CC]]\n\n[[Okay, goodnight!|CC6x2]]

You're almost sure that Demona looks rather disappointed at that, but the alcohol haze and Sunny's good nature quickly distract you and draw you back into the moment. It's been a long time since someone's been so warm and kind to you... plenty of people have been decent since you left home, but Sunny's the first who actively seems to be trying to make you feel, well, good.\n\nEventually the talk turns to families, and Sunny does try to pry more about your home situation, but even in your current state you don't exactly want to get into that and try to evade most of the questions. Still, Sunny seems to get some idea that it's not a happy subject, smile turning sad for awhile before he turns to talking about his own family. Apparently like Demona he had big sisters, who were quite the source of comfort and strength to him over the years.\n\n"When you're hurting or feeling down, there really is nothing like a big sister to take care of you!" Sunny asserts finally, smiling with those pretty pink-painted lips, her whole demeanor giving off an air of wholesomeness, what with the pretty pink sweater and the white skirt and the blonde hair and blue eyes.\n\n"Eheh, maybe," you answer vaguely, scratching your cheek with one fingertip. "I mean, I wouldn't know, you know?"\n\n"Awww. But I can fix that," Sunny murmurs, voice suddenly going breathy as he leans in and kisses your cheek, one of his hands moving to cup your crotch and give a gentle squeeze, making you squeak and jump.\n\n"S-Sunny, what are you doing?!" you ask, squirming as Sunny continues to gently rub you through your jeans, your prick starting to respond to the stimulation despite your own confusion.\n\n"Well a good big sister should take care of a little brother's needs," Sunny practically purrs, kissing your cheek again, then your ear. "This seems awwwfully needy, don't you think? Why don't you let big sister take care of you, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["But... you're not a sister!"|CC]]\n\n[["O... okay... big sister..."|CC]]\n\n[["... I bet big sister has some needs too..."|CC]]

Sexiest Disney princess? Sexiest Disney princess. And you've gotta admit, they've found a great match... the long, thick black hair looks very real, her skin's the perfect smooth shade of olive, big pretty almond eyes. The outfit's pretty dead-on too, a lot more daring than you'd have figured for a Disney-approved costume, especially since the three dimensional Jasmine has quite the set of curves on her.\n\nShe looks over towards you, and rather than be caught ogling you actually walk on over, as if you were just waiting for a break in the crowd. "So, uh, hey. Nice costume?"\n\n"Costume? Oh, but I don't bother hiding when I go out among the people anymore," 'Jasmine' replies with a little wink and a tap of her cheek. Apparently she's, like... method, or something.\n\n"Heh. Right."\n\n"So what's your name?" she asks, smiling in a way that's both nostalgic for a younger you and induces some rather impure thoughts in the current you.\n\n"Eric."\n\n"It's nice to meet you, Eric! And where are you from...?"\n\n"I'm from Deviville, came here to uh..." You were going to say something, but somehow the words won't come, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth. "To... uh..." Suddenly your vision swims, and you feel yourself falling.\n\nWhen you wake up, it's to the feeling of clean sheets and something cool being stroked across your face. You blink, your eyes adjusting to the slightly dim light to find that you're in a fairly large four-poster bed with gauzy blue drapings. Jasmine is sitting on the side of the bed, cleaning your face with a damp washcloth, which she sets aside when she sees that you're awake.\n\n"Oh, thank goodness. You really scared me there." She really does look relieved, putting a hand briefly to her chest. "You just fainted all of a sudden."\n\n"I guess I haven't really been sleeping much lately. Or some other things too," you add in a murmur. You shift in the bed, then blink as you process the sensations of the soft sheets rubbing on your body... specifically, all of your body. You can feel them shift under your ass and rub against your cock, and glancing down you can see that your chest is bare above where the sheets have been tucked. "... um..."\n\n"I... took them off once I got you back here, to make sure you weren't hurt." Jasmine's cheeks darken further, a slightly abashed look on her face. "And then I put them in the wash, so..."\n\n"Right." You can feel your own cheeks heat... but also your cock starting to harden, partly from the stimulation of the sheets rubbing on them, partly from being attended by a very, very pretty girl dressed as one of your early cartoon crushes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a move on her.|HLJasmine]]\n\n[[Behave.|HLJasmine1x2]]

Trying not to squirm and hoping your host won't notice the bulge you're causing in the blankets, you fall silent and let the slightly awkward moment pass. After a moment, Jasmine collects the small plastic pan she put the washcloth in and stands up. "I'm going to go get us something to eat. When I get back your clothes should be clean, too." She heads into what you assume is the bathroom, then gives you a wave as she passes back through on her way out the front door. You're left alone in the room to take stock and wonder at this odd bit of a twist your day has taken.\n\nIt looks like a slightly upscale hotel room... mostly one big room with a living area, kitchenette, and the sleeping area where the bed is. It does have a slightly Arabian theme to it, so you wonder if that's Jasmine, er, the woman playing Jasmine's preference or if this is something the park provided for her. Maybe it looks like this to help her keep in-character? Or something. Further, you wonder if she carried you back here herself. Why not call like a park medic or something? Did she just want to do it herself, to prove she could? That... would be a very Jasmine-ish thing to do, you have to admit.\n\nYou glance around again, realizing that she could be gone awhile. You could always go poking around, since you are sort of curious as to just what there might be in a professional cosplayer's room, especially if it's provided to her by the theme park. Then again, you are a guest... a very tired (and naked) guest.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look around.|HLJasmine1x3]]\n\n[[Stay in bed.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

The temptation to snoop, at least just a little bit, is just too strong. You slip out of bed, settling your bare feet on the soft carpeted floor. Being a teenage guy, your cock is as enthused by the idea of (so far) non-naughty poking around as it is with being naked in close proximity to a hard girl, and it juts ahead of you as you wander around the apartment and then into the rather opulent bathroom. You spend a few moments forcing yourself to calm down so that you can actually take a pee, and that seems to take (some) of the eagerness out of it... though it's still sticking out at a bit of an angle as you head back out into the apartment proper.\n\nWell, you aren't going to find out much by just standing around staring... if you're going to snoop, you'll actually have to open something. Like, for instance, the [[wardrobe|HLJasmine1x4]] that's up against the wall in the sleeping area, or the [[dresser|HLJasmine2x1]] close to the bed. You could also take a look in the [[fridge|HLJasmineplaceholder]]... she said she'd be back with food, but you're already pretty hungry, after all, a snack might help tide you over. You could also possibly take a look at her [[DVD collection|HLJasmineplaceholder]]... maybe there's something in there more interesting than Disney cartoons. Other than that, you're not sure there's much else you could poke into, except maybe that old snoop standby the [[medicine cabinet|HLJasmineplaceholder]].

The wardrobe seems like a safe bet for satisfying a little curiosity. You can just open the door and take a quick glance in, and shut it just as quickly if you hear the front door opening. Besides, there's unlikely to be anything really embarrassing in there, right? So Jasmine isn't likely to be that upset with you even if she does catch you nosing about.\n\nYou pull open the simple wooden doors and look over the inside. There are a few different costumes on hangers... one is much more the stereotypical "mascot" style with a big fuzzy suit and large animal head. Specifically, a tiger. You wonder if Jasmine actually wears that sometimes, basically having to cosplay as her obvious main character's own pet. Or maybe they just don't have anyone to be Rajah right now and she's keeping it for an eventual new castmember, who knows. There's also one of her own costumes, and a similar one that's red and has more jewelry attached to the hanger. It looks a bit familiar, maybe something from the TV series?\n\nActually, now that you're here, you kind of want to mess with the clothes a little, maybe try one of the outfits on. Yeah, maybe even one of the girl ones, your cock hardening back up a bit at the thought. The question is, which one to try?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Rajah costume.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Just the Rajah costume's head.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[The Jasmine costume.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[The red costume.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

The guy has the much heavier and more deadly weapon... plus you think you see some rust on it. If he gets in a lucky shot with that you're pretty sure you'd be much more screwed than getting a jab from the sword. \n\nSpeaking of which, the woman tries to stab at you, thrusting forward desperately again... for some reason you think she's probably used to a much shorter weapon and not nearly as much slashing. You knock it way again, this time whirling and lashing out with your foot, kicking right into the back of her knee and making her yelp loudly in pain and surprise as she drops to the ground. At the same time you drop down low with your motion, letting the man's swing go well over your head and wild, thrusting your own sword forward into his exposed side. You're sort of shocked by just how easily the sword slides in... it just disappears several inches into the side of his chest, apparently neatly sliding between (or for all you know, through) his ribs. He actually blinks, his mouth opening in an expression of shock, before he topples backwards, pulling himself off of your red-tipped blade as he thuds to the ground, limp and motionless.\n\nYou whirl to the woman, who seems to have paused in shock at the sight in front of her. "You bastard!" she blurts, looking up at you with almost black eyes, expression furious. "You've killed my brother!"\n\n"Yeah, well, he tried to kill me," you retort with a scowl, bringing your sword around to point it directly at her chest, making it clear all you'd really have to do is lean in and jab a little. "So did you, for that matter."\n\n"... You know, he was really only my half brother, and I didn't actually like him that much anyway," she responds after a moment of staring down at the blood-smeared swordtip pointed at her.\n\n"Toss the sword away," you respond, rather than commenting on any familial loyalty that might or might not be there.\n\nShe scowls again, but does so, giving her sword a pretty decent throw off to the side, so that it lands about eight feet away. "Fine. You win. I'm at your mercy. Now what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Now we call a truce.|EricMF1x3]]\n\n[[Now strip.|EricMF]]

He said he had a pervy desire for actual horses, but you guess he didn't say that he's gay, you think as you carry the stool over to a light chestnut-colored mare, large black pussy fully visible and accessible below her own thick black pucker as you set the thing in place and step back. "Okay, I'll keep a lookout."\n\n"Thanks dude," Harold groans gratefully as he steps up onto the stepping stool, still stroking one toon-gloved hand over his foam rubber prick. With the other hand, he pushes one thick white finger slowly into the mare's pussy, the she-beast letting out a low snort and a nicker as he starts pumping it in and out. You can't help but watch between checks of the doors as Harold slowly finger-fucks the mare, apparently stirring her to arousal just like a human woman would be. Except that the mare's arousal looks thick, almost slimy, and as she's coaxed into heat her already thick pussylips swell further. Soon with that slimy arousal dripping off of it and its heavy, wrinkly lips looking larger and more exaggerated, it reminds you of a big rubber pussy sex toy even more. Which seems fitting, you guess, as Harold pushes his dildo-like dick into it, the mare whinnying as she's penetrated by a cock shaped and sized quite a bit like the stallions that have unsheathed on the other side of the stable, if made of slightly squishy foam rubber instead of throbbing flesh and blood.\n\nHarold puts both toon-gloved hands on the mare's rump and begins thrusting, using motions like practically every overdramatic dude in a porno that you've ever seen. Maybe it's that similar motion even if he is a weird living mascot fucking a mare. Maybe it's just the smell of sex, even if it is decidedly bizarre sex. Maybe it's the sight of a cock pumping into a pussy with loud, lewd wet noises even if it is a foam rubber cock into a horsepussy and those noises are layered by grunts of "Dude" and "bro" and animal nickering, but soon you find yourself watching more and more, your own dick getting steadily harder in your pants.\n\nIt's not until you notice those thick, gooey strands of arousal connecting the mare's cunt and Harold's stiff foam rubber balls that you finally give in, quickly shoving your pants and underwear down and off before starting to enthusiastically jerk off as you watch. Your lips are parted to let your quickened breath pass as you watch the strange and yet intensely arousing scene before you, this cartoon-like costumed character trying to breed a horny she-beast that's clearly whinnying and snorting in arousal as she's fucked. When Harold finally thrusts forward and lets out a long "Duuuude!", your cock twitches in your hand at the sight of equally viscous and gooey white spurting out around the base of his prick and dribbling through the bestial arousal of the mare's thick cuntlips, but it's the mare's long, loud whinny that seems to tip you over the edge, making you gasp loudly as you paint the floor with your cum.\n\n"Hhhhaaaa... dude, that was totally the best!" Harold declares as he steps back and down off the stepping stool, his cock sliding out of the mare as he does. It wobbles in front of him, hardness unchanged from when he first pulled it out, though now its surface is entirely covered with slimey mare-cum and apparently equally slimey mascot-cum. You look from it, to the mare's still slightly spread and now thoroughly messy black pussy, the beast giving a snort and stomping a hoof on the ground as more of Harold's jizz slowly oozes out of her. "Hm, you thinking of doing something too, dude?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get on the stool.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Get on your knees.|HerschelHorse]]

You give up, knowing there's nothing you can do. You're being tentacle raped like an anime schoolgirl!\n\nThe thick black tentacle keeps pumping deeper and deeper into your ass, working around, writhing, squirming, and generally feeling far better than getting raped up the butt by some unseen horror should. It has a texture like the skin of a snake, rough and smooth at the same time, stimulating your insides as it works itself deeper into you. You give up on resisting the pleasure and let your tongue loll out, drool sliding down the sides of your chin, your cries gurgling in your throat. Your cock spasms and jets long streamers of cum out and into the dark water below, which only seems to work the tentacles into a greater frenzy.\n\nThe tentacle never seems satisfied, even after it's gotten way too deep for Herschel to have left any of his load in you. By now it apparently thinks you're a good source of mascot jizz, and just keeps working in, getting wider as it goes along, stretching your ass ever more around its girth. You feel your throat bulge, and make a gagging noise as the pointed tip actually emerges from your lips.\n\nBy now the other tentacles are doing as much to fuck you on their mate as it is to stroke in and out of you. You can now see the tip of it jutting in front of your face, moving back and forth as the long black monster is worked ever further through your body. You cum again, knowing your ass is impossibly stretched now, loving every moment of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in completely.|HaroldHorse9x5]]\n\n[[Try to hold on to your sanity.|HaroldHorse]]

You've been fucked all the way through by a massive tentacle that's now jutting at least a foot and a half out of your mouth, and it's actually making you cum every time it manages another few inches through your entire body. You just can't deal with this. Your eyes go dull and blank as your brain just gives up the ghost, something inside your mind breaking as your body begins to operate fully on instinct, sucking and slurping at the tentacle where it emerges past your lips, squeezing your impossibly stretched ass eagerly around it, trying to work your hips on it, your cock spasming and shooting cum again and again.\n\nThe tentacles give a little writhe that seems almost... disappointed, somehow. The tentacle inside you stills, staying straight up while the others simply drag you straight down. Your body deforms impossibly as you're dragged down the ever thicker limb, becoming little more than a sheath around it, but it just feels fantastic to you. Your stretched and barely recognizable form slides into the cold, black water below, your cock spurting white drizzles into it all the way down. Looks like you fell afoul of a less cartoonish and pleasant sort of molester in Worldland.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse9xEnd]]

Bundling up your jeans and underwear and setting your sneakers on top of them, you poke your head out into the hall and take several good looks back and forth. Completely deserted, you should be safe. Blushing, you hurry out into the hall and further away from the staircase, naked from the waist down, your ass still dripping mascot cum.\n\nYou peer at the doorways. 'You can't miss it' Herschel said, but you're not exactly finding that to be true. There's not any text signs, just little icons on placards on each door. You're not seeing anything that really obviously looks like bathroom facilities. You peer nervously at the icons, feeling more exposed and embarrassed with every moment. You need to pick something, quick!\n\n<hr>\n[[Octopus.|HaroldHorse9x3]]\n\n[[Dog.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Black Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Green Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]

You spot an icon of an octopus. Maybe that's someone's idea of being funny labeling the bathroom? Like, guys have a "tentacle"? Or it's where you send stuff down to the briney deep, yar-har-har?\n\nWhatever it is, you take a chance and dart through the door, letting it close behind you. You stare blankly as, instead of finding yourself in a bathroom, you're now standing on a catwalk over some huge water tank. What the heck? You stare back and forth, wondering how this place even fits in the building you were just in.\n\nBefore you can ponder much further, the water below you churns, and a long, thick black tentacle shoots up and grabs your ankle. You yelp, dropping your things as you're yanked off of the catwalk and into the air, held about ten feet below the surface of the water. More tentacles wrap around your ankles and wrists, holding you verticle and spread-eagled. You've barely even begun to start processing what's happening when a fifth tentacle crams itself up your ass. You scream, your eyes going wide as it starts pumping into you, trying to get even deeper. Your cock, conditioned by the recent fucking session with the mascots, immediately jerks to full erection, swaying and bobbling chaotically in the air as the tentacles writh around with you in their grip.\n\nThe tentacle in your ass is swirling around against your inner walls, and you can hear sloppy, slimy noises even as you start to lose focus to the pleasure. But a moment of clarity breaks through: Herschel's cum! This thing must be attracted to the mascot cum in your ass!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to push it out!|HaroldHorse15x1]]\n\n[[That'll never work, it's in too deep already!|HaroldHorse9x4]]

"I'd like to, but... maybe it's time for me to go," you say slowly. Despite the expression on the mascot head not changing, you can instantly tell that Harry's disappointed. Maybe it's the way that his foam rubber cock actually droops a little. Trying to appeal to his mascot nature, you add, "I mean, I'm really enjoying this, but I did pay admission for Worldland, and there's a lot more to see."\n\n"Well, it is true that no one should miss out on all Worldland has to offer," Harry says in a resigned tone, slumping his shoulders. "I guess you're right."\n\nYou watch as the mascots start pulling on their outer clothes again, and feel another trickle of slime down your taint and thigh. Blushing, you clear your throat. "Um, is there a place where I could, like... get cleaned up?"\n\n"Sure, buddy!" Herschel exclaims. He points in the direction that would be further down the hall. "Just head a bit further on down! Can't miss it!"\n\n"Thanks," you call as he and Harry trundle back out. You let out a breath, wondering how many moms and dads know that the family-friendly horse mascots trotting around the park are hung and like to pound fifteen-year-old boys up the ass? Well, you enjoyed yourself at least.\n\nYou eye your jeans and underwear for a moment. They're not terrible clean as it is, and if that sticky stuff Herschel pumped into your ass is anything like the toy goop you compared it to, it could finish the job of ruining them. What should you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[The mascots are all probably out in the park right now, no one will see anyway.|HaroldHorse9x2]]\n\n[[Hey, better safe than streaking.|HaroldHorse10x1]]

Shampoo blinks... then smirks. "Ohhh, Ranma want order off <i>secret</i> menu, hmmm?" She smirks up at you as she slips a hand around and cups the front of your crotch, stroking your shaft through the layer of black silk as it rapidly stiffens against her fingers and palm through the material. "Well Shampoo not mind that at all," she continues, sinking to her knees right then and there practically in the doorway of the restaurant and hooking her fingers into the waistband of your pants.\n\nYou bite your lower lip and glance around as she pulls your pants out and down, your stiff prick springing free. Normally you could get caught and beaten to within an inch of your life just for getting hugged or praised by another girl, which makes Shampoo's shameless exhibitionism all the more dangerous... and, you have to admit as she starts pumping a hand along your shaft, fingers gently twisting and turning as her mouth presses to your balls and her tongue starts to roll and flick, all the more thrilling. \n\n"Mmmm, Shampoo love Ranma's cock," she coos as she moves her hand to drag her tongue up the underside, before sliding her mouth over the tip of it and starting to suckle, tongue rolling in a spiral around the head as she resumes stroking the shaft with her hand. And there, besides the fact that she's <i>really</i> good at it, is one of the biggest reasons to "visit" Shampoo... as said, she's always so <i>glad</i> of it.\n\nYou moan softly as she continues focusing her tongue and mouth on your cockhead, jerking your shaft with one hand while the other gently toys with your balls, hefting them in her palm and gently stimulating them with her fingers. Every so often you glance towards the door, or towards the back area, wondering if at any time a customer or, worse, Shampoo's grandmother or that jerk Mousse will come in and catch you with your pants around your ankles and your cock in Shampoo's mouth. Still, you can't help but enjoy the view by looking down, too, Shampoo balanced on the balls of her feet with her legs spread enough to lift the front of her cheongsam, showing off her bare pussy, the occasional little drop of arousal falling from the bare, smooth lips to hit the wood of the floor.\n\nOf course between Shampoo's particularly skillful job of it, the stimulation of the exhibitionism, and the <i>fear</i> of the exhibitionism, you can't hold out for long and you're soon letting out a moan as you spill your load into Shampoo's mouth. The barest trickle of white escapes the corner of her mouth to slide down her chin as she swallows repeatedly, her eyes heavy-lidded and her pussy letting loose a few more drops of arousal onto the floor as she gulps down your cum. Once you've finished spurting, she leans back and delicately scoops up the trickle down her chin with one fingertip, giving it a quick lick to clean it as she smiles up at you.\n\n"Ranma enjoy secret menu item?" she teases.\n\n"Y-yeah... hey, how many people exactly know about the, uh, 'secret menu'?" you ask suddenly.\n\nShampoo smiles, eyes twinkling as she asks, "Ranma reeeally want know?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... No, I just want seconds."|MRanX2x5]]\n\n[["... Nah, I'm good."|MRanX]]\n\n[["... Yeah tell me."|MRanX]]

Figuring that anything that tried to get at you would make some noise long before it got close, you elect to settle into sleep. You find that you're quite the light sleeper anyway, and awaken twice through the night. Once when an owl lands on a nearby branch, the two of you staring at each other for several minutes before it finally departs. The second when some amazon-looking sorts go by beneath you, you remaining still and watching as well as you can until they're well out of sight. They do seem to be wearing clothes and wielding spears... dang, you probably had an outfit in that tent.\n\nAfter each incident you fall back asleep, and finally awake again at the feel of the sun on your face. Amanda shifts atop you, making a small noise and opening her eyes. At first she looks frightened to see you, then a shy, pleased smile replaces it. That too turns into a look of shock, her face going red as her thighs press around your morning erection.\n\nYou muffle the small noise you make at feeling the cotton of her shift and the smooth skin of her thighs on your raging hardon, and clear your throat. "Sorry. Morning thing." Apparently that's true for barbarian shemales from strange fantasy worlds as well as normal guys from the suburbs.\n\nSilently, she gives a little nod, seeming relieved when you carefully disentangle from her. Climbing down the tree takes much longer than going up it did... partly because helping Amanda down is much more difficult than pulling her up it was, partly because your cock apparently refuses to go down until you've at least had a pee, and you simply refuse to do that in front of your already skittish companion.\n\nFinally the two of you are on the ground, and both excuse yourself to different sides of the path. Then you begin making your way through the woods, making sure to divert from the path you saw the other amazons taking.\n\n"Eirk, where are we going?" Amanda asks uncertainly after about an hour, apparently having taken some time to work up the nerve to question you.\n\nYou almost take the new opportunity to correct her, but decide not to bother. Whoever heard of a tattooed shemale warrior named Eric, anyway? Still, it's a very good question that needs an answer...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fake it, you'll get SOMEwhere eventually.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Admit you don't know.|ShemaleBarbarian3x4]]

You decide that getting off of the ground would probably be the best idea. After all, if anyone comes looking, they might pass right by underneath you. You prowl around the immediate area looking for a suitable tree, and eventually find one. Clambering up with all the dexterity of a cat, you occasionally reach down to haul your companion up behind you, making sure the nervous girl has her feet under her on a branch before you get higher up. Finally arriving in a natural cradle formed of branches, you pull her up on top of you.\n\nHer body flops atop yours, and feels quite nice, large, firm breasts pressing against yours through the cotton, lithe young body naturally falling into a rather lusty pose atop you with a leg raised up to press along your hip. Her eyes widen and a scarlet blush colors her entire face, before she again begins to look frightened.\n\n"Sorry, think you'll have to put up with it," you murmur, unable to help grinning a bit. "I promise, though, I won't do anything." 'Unless you ask,' you mentally add.\n\nAfter a moment, she nods, and even settles down a little on top of you. You concentrate your will on not physically reacting to the feel of her on top fo you and practically nuzzling your shoulder.\n\n"What's your name?" you ask suddenly, partly to help keep your mind off of the physical sensations.\n\n"Hm? Oh! I'm Amanda. Amanda Kleinhomm."\n\n"I'm Eric," you reply, not bothering to include your family name. You'd already decided to leave it behind when you ran away from home.\n\n"Eirk? I am... so glad... that you..." She yawns and goes limp atop you, exhaustion finally overcoming her before you can correct her pronunciation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Catch some sleep too.|ShemaleBarbarian3x3]]\n\n[[Stay awake and on guard all night.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"Go on, I'll be right behind you, don't worry. I'll keep you safe," you whisper encouragingly, doing your best to give her a kind smile. Maybe it comes out a bit wrong because she actually blushes, but she does indeed drop to the ground and start wriggling her way under the tent flap. You do your best not to focus on her cute ass wagging around under the thin layer of cotton she's wearing... you don't need to try and make that crawl with a hardon, after all.\n\nOnce she's out, you slip out after her rather more dextrously, getting through the little hole in about a second. Rising carefully to your feet you take a quick glance around, spotting the lights of torches and campfires obscured by tents, and the dark forest ahead. Silently urging the girl on with a hand on her back, you begin guiding her through the night. Your body apparently knows woodcraft even if you don't, instinctively stepping over fallen branches and avoiding brush, and helping your frightened companion along.\n\nIt's almost five minutes before you have to muffle a curse. You didn't take the spear! You're not sure what's out here in these woods, but having a weapon would be nice. Especially if the camp has people like you in it, and they decide to come after the two of you. Or you could have at least put on some clothes! ... If you even wear clothes, normally.\n\nYou're not sure how much time passes, but eventually you notice that the girl is starting to stumble more often and she just can't keep up with you even as well as she could at the outset. You slow and finally stop, tugging on her shoulder. You can't see her face, but her body language radiates relief as she comes to a stop, wobbling a bit on her feet.\n\nObviously, you have to stop for the night. But even without the knowledge of woodcraft your body apparently possesses, you know that just sleeping out in the open like this would be a bad idea. The question is, what should you do instead?\n\n<hr>\n[[Climb a tree.|ShemaleBarbarian3x2]]\n\n[[Find a cave.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"I mean... I like girls plenty," you murmur, blushing brightly and unable to help glancing at her chest even as you say it.\n\n"Oh good!" she chirps, eyes twinkling as she turns and heads for the bathroom. "I'll be right back then."\n\n... Buh? It... it sounds like... well, it sounds like she actually wants to fuck you. After a second you settle back onto the bed a little, slipping the dildo out of yourself and setting it aside since you're not sure what else to do. You were expecting to get screamed at and kicked out, possibly even without your clothes or belongings. Instead it looks like she was... turned on? And was hoping you wanted to fuck her? Has your life turned into a cheesy low-effort porno or something?\n\nRei returns after a second, unscrewing the cap of what looks like a commercial pill bottle and then popping something from it into her mouth, making you blink. You'd started to expect her to come back with a strapon, or maybe a hookup for the dildo you'd already used, but instead she's taking... what, an antacid? Or is it some kind of drug? She does seem to be moaning and squirming softly in place, her eyes closed lightly, before she opens them and grins. Tossing the bottle onto a nearby chair, she walks over to the side of the bed and reaches down to lift up the front of her skirt. "Tada~!"\n\nYour eyes widen at what she's obviously intending to show you. Now bulging out the front of her white tights is... well, it's very obviously a large pair of balls and a thick, hard shaft. Though the material has stretched to cover her sack, the shaft is obviously straining it some, pushing the front of the bottoms out enough to give a glimpse of her crotch and the hefty thing attached to it, a slight wet spot starting to appear at the tip (to match the larger one between her legs below her balls).\n\n"It's pretty perfect, right?" Rei coos, reaching up to touch the jewel on the front of her chest ribbon. The white part of her costume glimmers and then just sort of pops like a soap bubble made of light, letting her tits spring free and jiggle with the motion as she's left in just the collar, skirt, tiara, gloves, and heels. Of course, her cock also drops and wobbles back and forth, her balls doing the same... both smooth and flawless and very pretty. You have to admit it's the most feminine dick you've ever seen. "If you've got a cute boy who likes it in the butt, but also likes girls, then futa is the way to go, hmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Obviously!|HLSenshi23x3]]\n\n[[No, too weird, you're out.|HLSenshi]]

"I haven't got much on me, as you can see," you reply, making a show of gesturing to yourself. His eyes do follow you, so you continue pouring on the charm. "But everything I have is authentically crafted by the Spear Amazons. Rare finds that no merchant is likely to get from trade or loot... you'd be the very first one to be able to trade in them. The piercings, and this, a, uh... love collar. The clasp is designed so that only your lover can easily put it on or take it off... you could always put it on a nicer band, if you wanted."\n\n"Ha! You talk like a merchant born, wildwoman!" the fat man says with a bark of laughter. He spends several moments looking you over, then finally grins. "Your salesmanship has won me over. I'll give you some clothing to cover your heathen body, and a ride to Adarode, but no more than that, mind! And I expect you to help defend my goods if we're attacked!"\n\n"Yeah, sure," you agree. Seems fair enough, after all... if he's attacked you'll have to defend yourself, anyway. He calls back into the wagon, and after a moment a male hand passes him some folded garments that he tosses you. You excuse yourself to the semi-privacy of the treeline where you can still keep an eye on Amanda to change.\n\nIt takes you a few minutes to figure out how to remove the barbells without breaking them, but finally you manage. You unfasten the collar from around your thigh, and find a few ornaments in your hair that you remove as well. The clothing turns out to be a simple, tough pair of pants and a simple pullover shirt... not exactly high-fashion and a bit ill-fitting, but he at least gave you a belt to keep the trousers up.\n\nWhen you return to the wagon, Amanda looks relieved and pleased to see you... and rather happier to see you clothed. You're not sure whether to be offended about that or not... you ought to feel relieved to no longer be swinging in the breeze, but you actually feel a bit disappointed. You felt kind of... natural... that way.\n\nThe two of you climb up into the back of the wagon, and are introduced to the scowling visage of the merchant's dark, burly bodyguard. The merchant is a bit more cheerful, and introduces himself as Jacob Helfer, and the big man riding with you as simply Hod. Maybe big tough people in this world only go by one name... suits you fine.\n\nYou only travel for about another hour before the merchant pulls the wagon to the side of the road and directs Hod to make camp, which mostly consists of a bedroll for the merchant and making a fire. The merchant shares some jerky and water, which are surprisingly tasty after a day of fasting. Then it's time to turn in.\n\n<hr>\n[[You don't completely trust these two. Sleep near Amanda, to be safe.|ShemaleBarbarian3x8]]\n\n[[Maybe Amanda needs her space. Sleep a bit apart.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"We need some supplies, or a ride to Adarode. Preferably both," you answer. You think you detect a hint of relief in the set of Amanda's shoulders as you speak up.\n\n"Indeed? That's several days' journey, and supplies would not be cheap... all I have is destined for men who have already paid, I would have to make many an excuse," the merchant replies, dramatically raising his eyebrows. "What would you have to offer in trade?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Barter with your jewelry and the collar.|ShemaleBarbarian3x7]]\n\n[[Barter with your body.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[Barter with Amanda's body.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"Yeah, sorry I didn't think of it earlier," you reply, turning to her fully and stepping over. "Here, let me."\n\nThe clasp isn't that difficult to get off from this angle... it was obviously pretty cleverly designed to be difficult to get off by the wearer, though. You take it off and eye it for a moment, then fasten it around one of your thighs. At Amanda's curious look, you shrug. "We don't have much to barter with. Maybe someone will buy it."\n\n"Ah. I suppose you're right," she agrees with a nod.\n\nIt's quite late in the afternoon by the time the two of you finally find the road. The sides of it have been paved, and someone is obviously working on adding paving stones a bit at a time, but the center is still just packed earth. Amanda indicates which direction Adarode is in and the two of you set off walking.\n\nIt's almost night when you hear a wagon rattling along the road. The two of you stop and turn back, waiting for its approach. You really wish you'd thought to improvise some clothing at some point, but too late now. Amanda also looks embarrassed, but puts a firm expression on her face and raises her chin as the wagon draws up. At first you don't think it will stop, but it does, the large, middle-aged, well-dressed man at the driver's seat pulling on the reins of his team of horses. He rubs his large bushy mustache with his finger and thumb as he looks at you.\n\n"My my, what have we here? A pretty young lass and a wild... woman? What are the two of you doing out here by the road, looking as if you're waiting for help?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do the talking.|ShemaleBarbarian3x6]]\n\n[[Let Amanda do the talking.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

"I'm not sure," you admit after a few moments' thought. "I was mostly just focusing on getting you away from that camp."\n\n"I had heard your people were newly come to these lands, it is true," Amanda replies thoughtfully, apparently not thinking anything strange about your admission. "But if we head east, I believe we will come to a trade road. Perhaps there we could barter for essentials, or even passage to Adarode, the nearest city. From there I will be able to contact friends of my family."\n\n"Sounds good," you agree, glancing upward. Hoping the sun moves in the same pattern it does back in your world, you align yourself towards the east and set off.\n\n"You are much different than I thought you would be, Eirk." Amanda's voice is still a bit tentative when she speaks up again, but it's warmer now, happier. "I had heard... well, I do not mean to offend, but I had heard that the Spear Amazons were like animals. Certainly the others in your camp were very frightening, terrifying me into obeying them and offering myself to you. I... I admit I am curious why you decided to help me escape."\n\n"Guess you could say I just suddenly woke up a whole different person," you reply wryly, shaking your head.\n\n"I am glad of it... but, might I ask you, could you... could you remove this collar?" Amanda comes to a stop, tugging at the leather collar around her neck. "I have found difficulty working the clasp, and..." She trails off. Clearly she was worrying you might still have some intention of keeping her in servitude. It sounds like you could probably refuse and she'd go along with it, and... you have to admit it is kind of hot...\n\n<hr>\n[[No, Amanda is her own person. The collar comes off.|ShemaleBarbarian3x5]]\n\n[[She just looks way too damn hot in it. Leave it on.|ShemaleBarbarian]]

Oh hey, that's a really popular genre of lewd doujins, right? Grinning, you tap that option.\n\nThe menu disappears at the same moment a smartphone appears in your hand. A notification popup like a text message appears at the top of it, which you sort of reflexively click with your thumb.\n\n'All your debug functions have now been routed through your phone. You will now have to manually pause the sim (if you want to take your time accessing menu features) using the "Pauseall" app or triple-clicking the power button. You will begin with a small suite of apps, but by using them you can unlock others in the Appdownloader. Have fun!'\n\nHuh. Looks like the phone, despite being a debug item, makes this more of an actual game by providing a little more challenge and some goals. That's interesting! You notice that there is a black box popped up over the lower right of the screen with two vertical lines and the text 'Sim paused' above them, so looks like it's left things frozen for you for the moment. Gives you time to look at the apps you've got to start (and you guess provides its own chances for fun).\n\nSo let's see, on the home screen you have the 'Pauseall' app first thing, which is followed by 'Item Menu', which is probably what will let you spawn common items, nice that you still have access to that. After that there's one called 'Sworl', which you're betting is the basic hypno-swirl app, one called 'Bodyshaper', one called 'EnslaveTats', and one called 'CouponFinder'. Huh, weird addition, what's a shopping app doing with these lewd ones? Well, you guess you could check it and see, but you're also kind of eager to try these out.\n\nYou glance at Ranma... hm... give him a splash of water, leave him as is, or go find someone else?\n\n<hr>\n[[Splash Ranma.|RanPhone1x2]]\n\n[[Leave Ranma as-is.|RanPhone]]\n\n[[Go find someone else.|RanPhone]]

Oh what the heck, let's see what it is. It's gotta actually be some sort of lewd app if it's on a phone like this, right?\n\nTapping the icon, it opens up to the typical sort of introductory text menu that a lot of apps have, just that in this case you actually bother to read it.\n\n'Welcome to CouponFinder! This app will create a small number of "coupons" describing various activities that the recipient will form for the holder of the coupon (IE, the cellphone app). They will consider this to be a completely normal exchange, as much as a store employee accepting a coupon at the checkout counter. They will also not consider the exchange to have been abnormal once it is over, though they may seem to forget about it since it will seem trivial to them.\n\nImportant notes:\n* You cannot refresh the list of coupons until you have selected one and its activity has been completed.\n* When one coupon is selected, the rest of the current list disappears.\n* Coupons that are not selected may reappear or may not.\n* Coupon recipient may be altered somewhat to accommodate some coupon activities.\n* Coupons may appear based on your choice trends, or may be fully random.\n* Coupons have durations. In the cast of coupons with a duration of "Permanent", the coupon list will either refresh once the basic conditions are fulfilled, or a random time anywhere from one day to 100 years.'\n\nHuh. So it's actually a lot more interesting than you thought it was... sort of a lewd mind control minigame, as it were! You tap the 'Okay' button, and the screen refreshes to a simple list of options styled like, well, coupons that you might cut out of the Sunday circular.\n\n'[[Blowjob & Sex|RanPhone]] - Coupon recipient will give coupon holder a blowjob and then have sex with them. Coupon recipient may request a condom and deny sex if coupon holder will not wear one. Duration: Until both blowjob and sex are completed.'\n\n'[[Become My Girlfriend|RanPhone]] - Coupon recipient will become the coupon holder's devoted girlfriend. While they may still react negatively to certain actions, they will never fully leave the coupon holder. Duration: Permanent.'\n\n'[[Anal Sex|RanPhone1x4]] - Coupon recipient will allow coupon holder to fuck them in the ass. Duration: Until holder cums in recipient's ass.'\n\n'[[Oral On Demand|RanPhone]] - Coupon recipient will give oral sex to coupon holder on request, no matter the time or place. Duration: 24 hours.'\n\n'[[Nipplefuck|RanPhone]] - Coupon holder may penetrate the coupon recipient's nipples and use them for intercourse. Duration: One hour.'\n\nWhoa... that last one's pretty intense. You guess you see what the note meant about how the recipient could be "altered" to accommodate some of these requests. A lot of the others are pretty basic... seems like you could get a <i>lot</i> of mileage out of the girlfriend one, but it could theoretically mean you lose access to the coupon app. (Well, you'd still have the others.)

Cute redhead time!\n\nNot bothering to unpause the sim yet, you walk over to the convenient bucket of water in the corner and pick it up, upending it over Ranma's head. The water splashes down despite everything else being frozen, Ranma changing from tall, black-haired guy to short, red-haired girl without apparently noticing. Setting the bucket back in place, you step back over to where you were, then hit the Pause button, which briefly switches to a 'Play' arrow and then disappears.\n\nRanma blinks, then smiles and says, "Oh, hey Eric, what's up?" Then she blinks again, putting a hand to her throat, then looking down at herself. She seems more confused than anything, clearly not remembering how she got changed into a 'her'. But you guess since that change is something that does actually happen on a regular basis, she's more wondering how it happened without her noticing.\n\nGrinning, you click the power button of the phone three times. Ranma immediately freezes in place again, the Pause button reappearing on the phone's screen. Okay, cool, looks like that works. Hm, now what app to try...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Sworl.|RanPhone]]\n\n[[Bodyshaper.|RanPhone]]\n\n[[EnslaveTats.|RanPhone]]\n\n[[CouponFinder|RanPhone1x3]]\n\n[[Just take advantage of her being on Pause.|RanPhone]]

Well that seems simple and straightforward enough for a test. You tap that coupon, and it rotates and expands to fill the whole phone screen. Unpausing, you call, "Hey, Ranma, come over and look at this!"\n\n"Hm?" Ranma gets up and pads over, tits bouncing unrestrained under the thin, still slightly damp cloth of her shirt. She blinks and leans in a bit to peer at the screen as you hold the phone out, then lets out an annoyed sigh. "Well, if you've got a coupon, guess there's no helping it," she declares, hooking her thumbs into her waistband and shoving both her pants and the boxers beneath them down.\n\nYou watch in amusement and not a little delight as she unhesitatingly steps out of the pants and kicks them aside, then turns around to face away from you and bends forward, even reaching back to grab hold of her asscheeks and spread them open for you, displaying her pucker for you completely above her bare pink pussy. "Just make sure you use plenty of lube or something, okay?" she adds in that same 'mildly annoyed' tone, as if you'd asked her to do some relatively minor chore and she was mostly complaining about it on principle.\n\n"Well since you asked soooooo nicely," you say with a snort, quickly shedding your own pants, your cock jutting erect ahead of you as you access the item spawner app. Oh hey, it has a search function this way, good. It's easy enough to find some anal lube, and clicking it spawns it into your hand. You tuck the phone into your shirt before using the entire bottle on yourself... not like you had to pay for it, after all, and you admit you kind of love the slick, dripping, slimy sensation of your utterly drenched prick being stroked in your hand.\n\nYou step forward, placing the tip of your cock up against Ranma's waiting asshole. It pushes inward a bit, resisting some, but its virginal tightness is no match for the sheer amount of high-quality anal lube you've used. The moment it opens up a little bit, the rest of your cock just slides smoothly inside, Ranma giving a loud "MMF!" as she abruptly gets her tight rear hole completely filled. But she says nothing, just shifting a bit in place to assure her balance and spreading her asscheeks a bit wider as you start thrusting, the amount of lube making loud, lewd squelching and slurping noises as you pump in. She gives soft little 'mmf' and 'hnh' noises with your thrusts, just mildly pleasured, but otherwise doesn't really seem to be reacting... well, the program did say she'd treat it as a trivial task to be fulfilled, after all.\n\nAttracted by the sway and wobble of her tits under her shirt, you lean forward and start to grab them, only for her to move her hands to smack yours. "Hey, whatta ya think you're doing?!"\n\n"Ah... sorry," you answer.\n\n"Geez, what makes you think grabbin' my chest would be okay?" Ranma mutters as she reaches back and spreads her ass open for you again, making sure you can get in as deep as possible.\n\nYou clear your throat, trying not to comment on her currently warped common sense. Apparently a coupon for requesting anal sex means that you're <i>only</i> allowed to use her asshole as a cumdump, nothing else. ... Oh well! You're fine with that. Grinning, you grab her by the waist and start fucking her harder, your balls slapping against her pussy, Ranma's mostly-casual little noises intensifying and growing more pleasured. You're not really thinking of her pleasure now, though, since the terms of this have been outlined, more just using her tight, slick, hot, and now thoroughly lubed-up hole to jerk yourself off with.\n\nYou manage to hold out for a few minutes before moaning and thrusting in nice and deep, the spurts of your load mingling with the lube deep inside Ranma's ass. You're at least given long enough to catch your breath a bit before Ranma wiggles forward, slipping herself off of you, giving you a brief look at her slightly gaped-open and very messy pucker before she straightens up and moves to grab her pants.\n\n"Tch, it feels all gooey," she complains idly as she pulls her pants back on.\n\nWell that's definitely a successful test of the whole 'coupon' thing, you'd say. You're kinda hooked on these now, you think! Ah, the coupon list should be refreshed, should you try another...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|RanPhone]]\n\n[[Try it on someone else.|RanPhone]]\n\n[[Wait until later.|RanPhone]]

"What you are is a sexy little slut, and I'm gonna fuck you," you murmur in her ear, grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking, popping the clasps open and spilling those big tits free, making her yelp again in surprise and then stifle a moan as you grab the bare orbs directly, doing a slow, firm knead of them.\n\n"N-no way," Ranma protests, shaking her head, her breathing having gotten faster as she squirms in your grip. "You're... you're crazy, I'm... I'm a guy!"\n\n"You're a girl, and you're going to get fucked in your wet pussy," you murmur back, dropping your hands and sliding them along her hips below her pants and boxers, nudging the already loose garments down so that they drop to the floor. You bring one hand back up to resume kneading one of her tits, while your other tucks between her legs, stroking back and forth along her damp slit. "See? It's all wet and ready for me."\n\n"Eric, stop," the redhead whimpers, closing her eyes tightly as she shudders at the pleasure of you playing with her pussy.\n\n"Mmm, gonna fuck this nice, hot cunt and make you cum your brains out. Maybe, if you're a good little slut, I'll fuck your ass for you too," you murmur, leaning forward to press your teeth to her earlobe and tug lightly. You slip her shirt off of her shoulders and let it drop down her mostly limp arms, leaving her naked, before you turn her around to face you, grinning wickedly down at her. "But first." Pushing down on her shoulders, you force her to her knees, leaving her to stare wide-eyed as you push your own pants down and step out of them, revealing your stiff prick swaying in front of her face. "First you're gonna suck this for me."\n\n"N-no way," she protests again, but the words come out feebly, as if she already knew that she was going to be taking your cock in her mouth. Indeed, though she presses her lips together at first as you rub the tip against them, smearing pre against the pink flesh, after a few moments her lips slowly part, allowing you to push between them. You slide the head of your cock into the redhead's mouth, mming softly. Her small hands come up to rest on your hips, squeezing lightly, you're not sure whether in some unrealized attempt to push you away or just to balance herself a bit.\n\n"Now use your tongue," you prompt, smiling down at her. There's another moment of stillness before Ranma hesitantly starts working her tongue against your cockhead, little rubs and strokes at first, gradually starting to evolve into swirls around it. "There we go, there's a good slut," you murmur encouragingly, shifting your hand to rest on the back of her head. You start lightly urging her to move forward, making her slide those pretty pink lips further down your shaft, her tongue now working over the underside of it almost constantly. As she balks at the tip of your cock nudging the opening of her throat, an audible quag escaping as she tries to pull back, you exert just a bit of pressure to keep her from pulling back too much. "C'mon now, you can take it all, get your lips around the base of it baby."\n\nThough her expression remains one of trepidation and almost confusion, any other resistance from Ranma gradually fades as she continues bobbing her head over your cock, her slender throat eventually bulging out as she manages to take it down far enough. You moan softly, encouraging her with, "There's a good little cocksucker," as you feel the tightness of her throat spreading around your prick, seeing her cheeks flush at the praise. She wiggles her head around as she keeps pushing forward, her lips finally pressing around the root of her cock as her blue eyes look up at you. Moaning, you urge her back and slip out of her mouth, your cock dripping with her spit as you nudge her down, your voice a hoarse whisper as you murmur, "Lick my balls, whore, go on," in a fond tone.\n\nThis time there's barely any hesitation before her tongue lolls out and starts washing over the skin of your sack, and even without direction she sucks one of your balls into her mouth, working her tongue around it between her lips before letting it loose and moving over to the other one. After she spends awhile washing your balls you nudge her back and slide into her mouth again, this time pushing all the way back in without either of you taking a pause, your spit-shined balls soon resting on her chin as you fuck into her mouth lightly. A few minutes later you moan and pull back, wrapping a hand around your shaft and stroking it as you splatter thick, hot blasts of cum all over her face. (Apparently not voluminous or hot enough to change her back, though, obviously, even as the redhead moans softly from having her face painted.)\n\n"You ready for me to fuck your pussy, slut?" you ask with another grin once she's brought her hands up, either having wiped away most of the cum or just smeared it into her skin. She hesitates once more, worrying her lower lip, then nods slowly, laying onto her back and tentatively spreading her legs for you. Settling down between her legs you lean forward, letting your chest press against those fat tits as you nibble at her neck, making her moan again, which turns into a gasp as you start pushing into her dripping cunt. Her legs twitch, then actually wrap around you as you slide completely inside, your hips working a bit to make sure you're really balls-deep inside her before you start pumping, feeling her writhe beneath you and moan freely now, her arms wrapping around you as well, one clenching in your hair and the other pressing to your back. "What are you?" you whisper into her ear just before sucking at the skin beneath it.\n\n"I'm... I'm a girl," Ranma gasps out, her pussy fluttering around your cock as she apparently has a small orgasm just from saying the words. Her hips start bucking up against you more eagerly, legs working to help encourage your own thrusts into her.\n\n"Mm-mmmm," you murmur half-negatingly, ducking your head to lick across the front of her throat, making her whimper. You start thrusting faster, rocking her against the floor lightly, her tits jiggling a bit beneath the pressure of your chest from the impact of your hips. "What are you?" you growl playfully, rolling your hips to make sure she feels the impact of every thrust.\n\n"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ranma cries out with your thrusts, before it's almost as if one of them cracks the last barrier and she cries out, "I'm your slut! I'm your slutty bitch, I'm your whore, fuck me, please fuck me!" as her pussy squeezes and gushes around you, the quaking of her short body enough to have you moaning and spilling deep inside her. A few moments later she flops out limply, breathing hard, her tits heaving as you sit up, her skin lightly glistening with a layer of sweat. You stroke your cock a few times as it slips out of her, a few last spurts spattering across the smooth front of her crotch as the rest of your load dribbles out of her pussy.\n\nWow, that worked great. But now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep fucking her into complete sluttiness.|RanTat]]\n\n[[It's a good start to a harem of eager sluts!|RanTat]]\n\n[[This is enough for now. Take a break.|RanTat]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaaaaa!" the girl working the wheel declares cheerfully, turning artfully to display her practically bare ass to as many people as possible as she yanks on the side of the wheel. It whirls along, the panels under the top arrow flashing and bleeping, until it settles on a sepia-filtered city, humanish aliens begging along the sidewalks. "Uh-oh, it's a Depression!"\n\nThere are some mutters and groans from around the table, and you watch as the panels holding everyone's markers drop down and then back up... looks like a fair few people went bust on that one. You have only half as many Resources markers now yourself, though you have a lot more Karma markers than before.\n\n"You better bow out while you're ahead on Karma, kid," one of the other players who's scooping up their markers says. "It doesn't convert to near as many credits but spins don't usually go well after a Depression."\n\nIndeed, it looks like all the other players have scooped up their remaining markers and backed away from the table. It looks like you're the only one still playing. Still, you started this to get Hanlon's help, not win credits, so you shrug and gesture to the wheel girl that you're still in. Her yellow eyes glitter excitedly, and nodding gleefully, she declares, "Next round, one player! This is a Depression spin!" she calls, the previous clip now playing over the entire wheel. "Declare your move, player!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher15x2]]\n\n[[Radical solutions!|Cypher]]

"Awwww, too bad! Please play again sometime soon!" the wheel girl calls to you as you turn and walk away from the table, though you definitely detect a hint of smirk in her tone.\n\n"Hey, you made the right choice, kid," Hanlon tells you as he claps you on the shoulder. He slips his helmet on, waiting for it to fasten up before he continues speaking while pulling his jacket's hood up, voice coming out with an electronic tinge. "Like I said, I've seen people gamble away their whole identity in Equivalent Exchange. They either keep thinking they can get back what they lost already, or the rush of gambling with whole concepts of their existence goes to their head."\n\n"Yeah," you agree with a heavy sigh, then shake your head. "Sorry I couldn't get one back for you."\n\n"I appreciate you trying, and to be honest I kind of feel bad putting you up to it... I'd've felt like shit if you'd hit Equivalent Exchange and gambled away your memory of your parents or some shit like that. ... Sorry," he adds as a sour look comes over your face. "Look, I'm a man of my word, and that cuts both ways... I can't tell you where the twins are, since you didn't hit a Karmic Paradise, but I'll give you a hint. Word is that there's a new dancer down at the Nexus called 'Princess'... and that she really might be one. Might be if you lurk around outside the Nexus for awhile, you can at least rule her out... and if it's her, she'll probably lead you back to her brother."\n\nThanking Hanlon for the advice, you head out again, following Ruro's earlier directions to the Nexus. You eventually find a spot where you can observe the entrance and exit from and be hidden. It takes quite awhile, but after several hours you spot someone coming out of the club that's much more 'dressed down' than everyone else coming in and out, wearing a snug long-sleeved black shirt that bares her midriff and equally snug black pants. She does look familiar, but just to be sure you (somewhat reluctantly) pop your helmet up and let it mark and identify her. Yup, that's Jeanne Quatra for sure, though it looks like she's actually tried to downplay some of her features with subtle makeup use and a more simplified ponytail and bangs style than in her file picture.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Follow her.|Cypher]]

"The player's move is declared! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" the nearly naked woman declares as she gives the wheel a particularly enthusiastic spin, then flings her arms in the air and gives her shoulders a shimmy, leaving you (and probably a fair bit of the audience) torn between watching the wheel whirl and her boobs jiggle. But you settle your eyes on the wheel, watching it gradually slow, the bleeps and flashes getting gradually further apart, until it finally stops, the panel lighting up with an image of an old man, thin and bearded and wearing rags, handing a fresh loaf of bread and a pair of shoes to a less destitute-looking old man. "Ah! Slave to Karma!" the wheel girl declares excitedly, to gasps from the crowd.\n\n"Ah?" You blink, glancing around at the wide-eyed expressions of the audience, watching as your marker panel lowers down, then comes back up with insanely tall stacks of Karma markers that spill out, covering the entire table's surface. "Is... this good? I mean, I know Karma markers aren't worth as much as Resources for credits, but-"\n\n"Karma Slave's a bitch of a roll," Hanlon says as he steps a bit closer, frowning at the table. "You get a gigantic amount of Karma, it's true... but you can't spend any of it. You can't even take any of it off the table. Your only way to use it is to keep playing by doing a Reincarnation and starting off in the highest roll table for good chance."\n\n"That sounds fine," you say with a shrug.\n\n"Yeah, but Positron's uses South Star Rules for the Karmic Wheel. Which means that if you Reincarnate after a Karma Slave spin..."\n\n"You go <i>right</i> into Equivalent Exchange!" the wheel girl interjects enthusiastically, her eyes flashing with delight. "So what will it be, sir? Will you walk away, and leave all that glorious, glittering, shiny, wonderful Karma there on the table? Or do you want to <i>really</i> gamble?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'm out."|Cypher15x3]]\n\n[["... Reincarnate!"|CyEE1x1]]

You grind your teeth together, but sensing the flow of energy through your body, you can tell he's right... your ki is not only exhausted, but you can feel it being steadily, gradually drained away even as it regenerates. You're not even sure you could regenerate enough of your ki to do one of your basic energy attacks, let alone force open this portal or do battle with the devil. The more you think about it, the more it becomes clear there's only one solution... you're gonna hafta suck that dick. Normally your pride would never let you even consider the option, but... taking a look around the dim room at what are now obviously pieces of dungeon equipment, you don't want to stay here any longer than you have to, especially when you're effectively powerless.\n\n"... Fine," you mutter, slowly walking back over to stand in front of Satan, actually covering the front of your breasts with one arm in shyness now, which you force yourself to stop doing when it obviously amuses him. Huffing, you narrow your eyes at him. "You know I'm a <i>guy</i>, right? I just look like this because of a curse!"\n\n"Oh, I'm fully aware, and I'm sure you'd look just as cute with a sleek muscular chest and your confused half-hard cock while sucking my dick, but the shortstack form is good too," Satan answers breezily, flicking a hand through the air before using it to indicate his own half-hard staff. "Now, as I believe the phrase goes, it's not going to suck itself."\n\nScowling (it's definitely not a pout), you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, trying to decide whether it's worse to look up and see that smug devil face and strong bare red chest above you, or look ahead at the massive crimson horsecock that's now staring you in the face. You hesitantly reach up to wrap your hands around it, shuddering a little at the feel of just how hot it is under your hands. Geez, what's this guy's body temperature, 105? You jump a little when you feel it twitch under your palms and fingers, but start slowly stroking it, resisting the urge to do any of the more vindictive notions that come to mind. It bobs up and down with your strokes, still with some give in it as your hands slide up and down it. 'Geez, he's not getting very hard! Can he even cum like this?'\n\nEven as you're flushing in humiliation at your own thoughts, Satan speaks in that deep, utterly masculine voice of his. "Of course I'm not, you're going to have to put a bit more effort into it than that. Use your tongue. Fondle the balls. You'll never get that energy if you don't get me off properly."\n\nGlowering up at him, both for his instructions and his apparent ability to read your mind to offer them, you nevertheless follow his suggestions, leaning in to start stroking your tongue over the flared head and bulged tip of his prick. 'It tastes like... I don't even know what it tastes like, it's salty and spicy like really thick ramen broth,' you think to yourself, trying to ignore the part of you that has your mouth watering at the taste and you subconsciously slurping at him with more enthusiasm. You also lean in some, licking along the side of the shaft as you reach out to heft his balls in your hands... each one is bigger than a softball, and you feel a strange, energetic tingle against your palms as you give them a lift. It's like... touching an orgy, somehow, you're not even sure how, just an intensely sexual sensation you can't quite describe in any other way. The black marks on them... some of which you're pretty sure are names... shift and move as the smooth skin wrinkles and shifts with your caresses, almost distracting you from the fact that you're now licking and sucking at the sides of Satan's cock without much in the way of hesitation now.\n\nSatan's voice brings you a bit more back to the now as he says, "Yesss, good, good... now, stroke me some more, but get the head in your mouth, there's a good girl." Flushing angrily again, you still obey, bringing both hands back up to his shaft and pumping it as you slide the flared head of his horsecock into your mouth... despite its size and width, it's not all that difficult for you, considering your anything-goes eating training. (... You suddenly realize that a lot of that competition was basically preparing you to be a world-class cocksucker. What the fuck?) Still, as he said you've gotta get him off to get out of here, so you start swirling your tongue all around that big inhuman cockhead and bobbing your head back and forth a bit, while your hands speed up in stroking over his shaft. You can feel him getting harder now, growing thicker and stiffer between your hands, the head flaring even more inside your mouth. There's even a trickle of something coming from him, coating over your tongue and the inside of your mouth, even seeping down your throat, making you feel strangely sensitive, more aware of every bit of that flared head and protruding tip rubbing against you, almost like an erogenous zone. Unconsciously you start speeding your movements, bobbing your head faster and jerking him more eagerly, your ass shaking a bit back and forth with your movements and your tits jiggling energetically.\n\n"Yeeees, there you go, pet," Satan coos, making you look up at him without thinking about it, finding yourself drawn in by that wicked, devilish face, unable to look away from what is somehow the perfect expression of a man getting his cock sucked by a horny slut and feeling quite smug about it. "There's a good little cocksucker, I'll give you what you want at this rate, a big, thick load of potent cum, that's what you want, isn't it?"\n\n'I only want it so I can get out of here!' you think through a steadily increasing fog of something thick and warm around your brain, but your answer comes out as an incredibly whorish-sounding "Uh w'n ihd!" around his prick. Even as you're feeling the shame of how your voice sounds, you're speeding up your hands and the bobs of your head, slurping at him ever more enthusiastically with your tongue, tits bobbling constantly beneath you from your sped-up motions.\n\n"Mmmmm... it's been quite awhile for me, so... I suppose I won't hold back much, as fun as it would be to make you suck me off for a few hours," Satan practically coos, sending a shudder of something between horror and lust through your body at the thought. "How shall I give it to you, pet? Do you want it in your mouth? Or on those lovely tits of yours?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Mouth.|FRanX30x4]]\n\n[[Tits.|FRanX]]

"Yeah, I'm gonna just say no to this whole thing, this sorta stuff never really works out for me," you declare, walking towards the painting frame.\n\n"As you like," Satan answers in an amused tone, red eyes turning and no doubt watching your ass as you move.\n\nYou approach the 'window' to the museum and reach up to put your hands through... and feel them stop. You blink, shoving a few times, but there's no yield... your hands just don't go any further. It doesn't even feel like you're touching anything, any forward motion just suddenly stops at a point where you'd go past the frame. Growling, you draw back a hand and swing forward, trying to smash your fist through whatever barrier it is, and... nothing. Again. There's not even any feeling of impact, despite using a punch that could shatter a boulder, your fist just suddenly stops. Whirling around to face Satan again, your tits wobbling, you blurt out, "What the heck gives?! You said you weren't holding me here!"\n\n"I'm not," he answers, looking way too smug as he does, one hand coming up to stroke his goatee. "The portal originally opened to this place because of all that energy you had... I believe in your case you call it 'ki'? But it bled off into this dimension and got absorbed when you came through the portal, so you don't have enough to open it up again."\n\n"What?!" you shriek angrily. "That's bull! Open it for me, then, if you're in control of this place and all its energy!"\n\n"Why?" he immediately asks, amusement and mock confusion heavy in his voice.\n\nYou splutter for a second, before barking back, "'Cause you said you're not holding me here! If I'm not a prisoner, let me go!"\n\n"I'm not holding you here, your own lack of energy is keeping you from leaving. I said I wouldn't stop you from going, I didn't say I'd help you do it. Those are two entirely different things." He shrugs dismissively, then smirks again. "But if you want to <i>earn</i> enough energy to leave, I suppose I could see about that."\n\n"Whaddya mean, 'earn'?!"\n\n"I mean, come over here, get on your knees, and suck the energy you need out of my cock, pretty," he says simply, letting out a short peal of laughter at the mixture of shock and fury on your face. He reaches down with one hand to give his prick a shake, making the half-hard pole wobble around visibly. "I've all the energy you need to get home right here. Swallow down a load and you can pop right back out, clothes and all, it will be like you never left. Perhaps you could dismiss all this as some wild flight of fancy! Of course, if not and you elect to stay and try to build up the energy on your own, well... it could take quite awhile."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, suck his cock to get home.|FRanX30x3]]\n\n[[No way!|FRanX]]

Obviously you're not much for art... the closest you usually get to art appreciation is staring at the photos of food on a menu. Still, as you wander over to stand in front of the painting and take a look at it, even you have to admire the skill that went into it. The devil is bright red with big, black horns and a thick head of hair, his face long and lean but still disturbingly handsome even with the sort of silly pointed goatee. He's sitting in some sort of grand chair, reclined slightly with his fuzzy goat legs sticking out in front of it, and a pointy tail draped over the arm. The room around him is mostly dark, but you can vaguely make out shapes that might be some weird old-timey furniture... or maybe torture devices, you're not even sure, and the uncertainty is honestly a little creepy. Even though the brush strokes and layering of paint are visible, the whole effect is still really deep and realistic-looking.\n\n'Wonder how long you gotta practice to get that good? I bet I could do it in a week, like my secret techniques,' you think smugly. Then you blink as you notice a bit of something round and red poking above one of the goat legs. '... No way, seriously?' A teenage boy's mentality despite your current redheaded shortstack form means you have to confirm whether the artist snuck a dick-slip into a serious work of art, and you lean in closer to try and make it out. 'Wow, it's almost like it moves when you look at it from a different angle, his arm's lifted and-'\n\nYou yelp as the black-clawed red hand extends from beyond the canvas and plops down atop your head, grabbing you and hauling you forward. You go tumbling ahead, suddenly finding yourself skidding across cold stone instead of tile, your bare(?!) boobs wobbling as you come up to your hands and knees. You lift your head to look, and wind up staring... you're seeing the painted devil from straight on, now! From this angle his furry brown goat legs are parted, and you can see that he does have a massive, equine-like red cock jutting forward in a long partially hard arc between his thighs, almost poking out from between his knees. He also has a pair of particularly large red balls, with a number of black letters and runes written on parts of them. Even though he's shockingly, frighteningly real, there's also a weird paint-like quality to him... and to yourself, you realize as you take a look down at your suddenly naked body. "W-what's the big idea?! Where're my clothes?!" you yelp, since nothing else is really coming to mind.\n\n"My my, it's been a long time since someone with enough energy inside them to open the portal came along," the devil answers, displaying rather sharp teeth as he smirks along with the statement. "As to where your clothes went, little human, this is my little demesnes... and I decided clothes were against the rules. So clothes simply do not exist here."\n\n"W-what, seriously, you can do that?" you ask with a frown as you clamber to your feet, setting your hands on your bare hips. The devil looks amused for some reason, and it takes you a moment to realize it's because you're not squealing and covering yourself like an actual girl would. Fine, whatever, he can stare at your tits and pussy all he wants as long as he doesn't try anything! He's actually not even leering at you like the typical pervs you run across who lust after your girl form, despite sitting there with his dick out.\n\n"I can do virtually anything, as long as it's inside this place. My powers without are a little more... limited." He shrugs elaborately, paintstroke tail slowly wiggling back and forth in the air.\n\n"So let me go already! And make sure to give me back my clothes!" you demand.\n\nHe shrugs again. "Oh, I'm not holding you here. You're not my prisoner... the portal back through the painting is right there." He gestures with his hand, and sure enough there's a frame just like the one that was around the painting, only it looks like a window showing the room of the museum you were just in. "Feel free to use it whenever you like. Although why be in such a rush? Time passes quite slowly in here, and as I said, it's been some time. Why not stay awhile? Enjoy my hospitality. Or perhaps you'd care to make a deal? I can do many, many things for you, in return for a price."\n\n"Price? What pri-" You cut yourself off, opening and closing your mouth a few times before swallowing heavily. "W-wait, you mean my soul?" At his cheerful nod, you take a half-step back. "So wait, are you really real? Like, you're actually the Devil?"\n\n"<i>A</i> devil, <i>the</i> devil, fallen angel, creation of evil, does it really matter? Call me Satan or Lucifer or Beelzebub or whatever you like." He waves a hand negligently in the air. "The point is, I am a creature of indulgence and power. I'm willing to indulge you in return for your company, or to grant you what you might wish for in return for your soul. Which you wouldn't miss, really, you'd be surprised how little you humans actually use it." Satan chuckles lowly, then continues. "The choice is all yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Indulgences...?|FRanX32x1]]\n\n[[... Wait, wishes?!|FRanX31x1]]\n\n[[...... Nope, outta here.|FRanX30x2]]

"Just make him a normal girl, I wanna see!" one guy calls. The lone girl of the group glances at him, then adds a quieter call of the same.\n\n"Ah, that is both a highly simple and extremely interesting process," Dr. Imagine says, apparently pleased with the idea. He begins typing on his laptop keyboard. "We actually have a program that analyzes the subject, and then simply makes the appropriate 'switches flip', resulting in an extremely close result as to what the subject would have been had they been born the opposite gender!"\n\nFear grips you as you feel your body changing, knowing there's nothing you can do about it. Your cock and balls shrink away into your crotch and disappear, the skin between your legs shifting and reforming into a pair of small pussylips, your dusting of long curly hair changing into a delta of short, soft hair that might need a bit of trim and shaping after a brief period of neglect. Your shoulders change their slope, your hips taking on a bit more of a curve, your legs changing from simply skinny to coltish. Your belly flattens a bit more and your chest bulges out, nipples pinkening and puffing up a bit as you gain a pair of AA-cup breasts. Your hair lengthens in back, brushing against the bottom of your neck. Even your hands and feet take on a more delicate shape befitting a teenage girl.\n\n"And there you have it, our young volunteer if he had been born a girl!" Dr. Imagine chirps, doing a bit more typing. "Now to run a similar program we have for the mind, and-!"\n\nYou're suddenly standing back in front of the group, blinking rapidly. You feel just a little dizzy. Did something just happen? You remember volunteering to be Digitized and stepping forward, but everything after that just seems... fuzzy.\n\n"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think we got your name before," Dr. Imagine says, smiling at you expectantly.\n\n"Uh, yeah, ya did," you answer, focusing a bit. "It's Erica, remember?"\n\n"Of course! Thank you for your participation, everyone, please feel free to move along."\n\nYou don't really remember doing anything, but apparently you did. Maybe you're more hungry and tired than you thought. You shuffle out with the group, noticing that everyone keeps glancing towards you curiously. Those two thoughts put together make you realize you have nowhere to go once the park closes tonight. Maybe you could approach someone in the group and find someone trustworthy to stay with? It's not safe for a girl on her own out on the streets, after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to the girl.|Digitizer]]\n\n[[Talk to one of the guys.|Digitizer18x1]]

If it goes in your mouth that's definitely less evidence of you doing this than getting spattered all over with another dude's spunk, right? That's totally the less girly, less slutty option! The fact that you moan "Cm 'n muh mff!" so enthusiastically is completely unrelated.\n\n"Alright then, let me just... help you a little," Satan says with a chuckle, reaching forward and laying one of those big hands on your head. Then you're being hauled forward, your throat stretching obscenely around his girth, your training-suppressed gag reflex nowhere to be found as he pushes you forward until your chin is pressing against the base of those massive red balls and your lips are kissing the root of his prick. Your eyes widen as you're suddenly deepthroating the entire massive, throbbing, almost burning hot length, which you can feel twitching and pulsing between your lips, against your tongue, and all down your throat as he begins pouring his load almost directly into your belly, your hands pressing hard at the sides of his crotch.\n\nAnd then that first blast of cum actually splashes down, and your eyes roll, your body bucking hard as an intense wave of pleasure bursts out through your body at the energy starting to suffuse through you. The tiny shred of your thinking mind that isn't completely whited out by the glowing tsunami of climax isn't even sure what to call it... bellygasm? Throatgasm? Kigasm? Maybe all three, and it just keeps going and going as he pumps more of it into you, your flat belly gradually bulging outward as you twitch and whimper, drooling around his dick and onto his balls as you just keep cumming from his thick, hot demon spunk pouring into your stomach.\n\nEventually you find yourself drifting in a lingering post-orgasmic afterglow haze, barely conscious of being gradually pushed back until that flared head pops back out from between your lips and the now limp horsecock drops to hang between Satan's shaggy thighs. You gasp, then breathe heavily as you stare up at him with glazed eyes, a bit of cum-mingled saliva dribbling down your chin as he gives you a few affectionate, condescending pets on the head.\n\n"There you go, more than enough energy to get back out," he says with a chuckle. "Feel free, pet, surely you want to get back before anyone misses you."\n\n"Uh... y-yeah," you stammer, wobbling to your feet, feeling how heavy your belly is and shuddering a little as the gentle slosh from it sends another trickle of pleasure racing through all your nerves. You stare blankly at the smug, gorgeous devil and his disgusting, desirable fat cock for a few long moments before turning and somewhat robotically making your way over to the frame. You pause briefly as you feel wetness sliding down your thighs, without really thinking wiping your fingertips across one and slipping them into your mouth. 'Sweet,' you think dazedly, shivering a little at how good your fingers feel rubbing your lips and tongue and the little tingle that comes with wherever your arousal smears on them. Then you shake your head and do your best to focus, stepping out through the 'window' into the museum.\n\nInstantly you're back standing on the tile, wearing your clothes again, completely normal. You look around, still feeling dazed, like maybe it really all was some weird dream you had. Except then you can feel the heavy bulge of your belly beneath your shirt, and your boxers growing damp from the pussy juices spread over your swollen mons and squirming thighs. When you hear a call of "RANMA!" you almost jump out of your skin, wheeling around to find Akane huffing her way up to you, scowling. "Where did you get off to? We're getting ready to leave, idiot!" Then she blinks, eyeing your face. "You're kind of messy."\n\n"Uh, er, I, uh," you stammer, realizing that if you've still got a belly full of cum and a bunch of girlcum on your thighs, you must still have a bunch of spit and smeared demon jizz on your face.\n\nAkane narrows her eyes, which slowly track down to the faintly visible bulge of your stomach beneath your shirt... then lets out a gusty sigh. "Geez, you found something to gorge yourself on in the <i>museum</i>? That's so typical of you."\n\nYou blink... then let out a burst of awkward laughter, rubbing the back of your head. "R-right, right! I found this table of, uh, sample cookies and milk from the gift shop and totally chowed down, that's what happened!"\n\n"Figures. Greedy. C'mon, the bus is gonna leave soon, let's go."\n\n"R-right," you murmur, quickly wiping your face as you hurry after her, trying your best to pretend you don't still have a bellyful of sloshing, orgasmic demon spunk.\n\nBut by the time the bus drops you off back at school, your belly is flat again and you feel mostly normal. So normal that you do, in fact, manage to convince yourself it all must have been a really weird dream. A really weird... intense... sexual dream. ... About things you'd have always insisted you found gross and disgusting before. Still, you act normal enough that you can kind of feel normal, all the way up until dinner, when you realize your father is busily devouring everything on your side of the table and you're just sitting there. Kicked into action by reflex, you snatch a slice of beef with your chopsticks and pop it into your mouth with rice... and almost spit it back out.\n\n"Oh my, Ranma, is something wrong?" Kasumi asks. You must have made a face, because she's looking at you with concern. \n\n"Mmf?" You swallow, the food feeling uncomfortable and a bit foreign on the way down. You glance around at the table, everyone but your father looking at you with varying levels of concern or at least curiosity. "Uh, no, I..." You trail off, glancing down at the table. "I guess, uh... I'm not hungry." Which is a lie, you <i>are</i> hungry, practically famished, because when aren't you? It's just that the thought of eating anything in front of you is weirdly unappetizing, to the point you just can't bring yourself to fight your father over the food.\n\n"N-not hungry?" Soun splutters, clearly shocked by the idea.\n\n"Oh, oh my, are you sick? Are you well?" Kasumi asks, leaning forward in worry.\n\n"Are you dying?" Nabiki asks flatly.\n\n"I'm not dying!" you snap back, before huffing and standing up. "But, uh, I do feel a little sick, maybe it was something I ate. I think I'll just go to bed."\n\n"They were probably wax cookies," Akane mutters, though she does give you a worried glance as you leave the room.\n\nUpstairs, you flop onto your futon and try to ignore the gently but steadily growing feeling of hunger. What's the deal? Kasumi's food was delicious as always, you could taste that much, it just... didn't feel right somehow. You're still puzzling over this when your father eventually trundles in, giving you a passing grunt of acknowledgement as he switches off the light, drops into bed, and immediately starts snoring like a chainsaw. Apparently he's not going to lose any sleep over the possibilities of you being ill.\n\nYou glare over at him briefly, sitting up to eye his sprawled, stout form. And yet you find your eyes trailing downward, past his currently bared gut, to the crotch of his pants. Somehow, even in the dim light, you can just make out the shape of his shaft and the bulge of his balls. And as if staring at them focused all your senses, you can smell them too... sweaty, musty, and <i>full</i>, somehow you know they're just so full of thick, hot cum! Before you realize it your mouth is watering and you're on all fours, slowly crawling towards his futon.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mmmmm, yum!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Snap out of it!|FRanX]]

You clean up as best you can in the water trough, and the next day present yourself at the nearby farmhouse as a lost and homeless kid just looking for somewhere to stay for awhile. The ranch owner's wife seems quickly taken with you, though the rancher himself grumbles a good deal about you being too much of a weak-bodied little thing to do much work. Eventually he relents though, sighing heavily and glowering at you thoughtfully as his wife leads you off to show you to your room.\n\nYou do have to work hard on the ranch, but you don't mind. You get to spend a lot of time with the horses... and occasionally find time to drop to your knees and suck those big, magnificent cocks, or even drop your jeans and bend over, your girlish moans muffled by biting your lower lip as those thick equine pricks slide into your ass.\n\nOf course you get caught eventually. You get just a bit too horny and take a bit too much of a risk that no one will be back early, and the rancher walks into the barn to find you bent over a hay bale, moaning like a whore as one of his prize-stallions goes balls-deep in your ass. Rather than roar or sink into a fury, the man stares for long moments before slowly fishing out his cock and stroking himself, hand pumping over his own long, thick prick as he watches his horse fuck you and spill hundreds of dollars of prize stud cum deep into your hot little teenage butt. Once the horse has pulled out and stepped away, he moves over to seat himself on the hay bale and grip the back of your head. Without a word you follow his urging to shift and slide your lips over his prick, deep-throating your adopted father's cock while rolling your eyes up to watch his face.\n\nAfter that, of course, it's far easier to get cock practically whenever you want it. In fact practically every night the rancher stops into your room on his way to bed, sinking his cock into your ass and fucking you hard against the mattress, leaving you moaning "Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me!" into your pillow as he uses your eager hole as a cum dump before heading off to bed with his wife. Time in the barn is often spent with him helping you get set up so that his horses can fuck you, him sitting back and stroking his cock as you squeal and moan while being beastfucked, either sucking him off or taking him into your horsecum-lubed ass once one or two of them have had their way with you.\n\nEventually he decides to get his friends in on the fun, since your new mother often leaves the ranch on poker night. As instructed, you walk into the room wearing a barmaid's skirt and shirt, carrying a tray of beer, rather flummoxing the group of middle-aged, rather portly country men as you serve them and wiggle your ass alluringly. The hesitation doesn't last much beyond the first set of blowjobs, however, and you spend the rest of that Saturday, and every Saturday after that, you spend in slutty female clothing, getting pounded by sweating, grunting, hairy married men, their cocks plunging into your little twink asshole as eagerly or more than they ever fucked their wives. Sometimes you take two in your ass at a time, even as another is crammed down your throat and you stroke another two off, letting them spurt their loads across your flat, puffy-nippled chest.\n\nOf course, the height comes when your new mother announces that she'll be going on vacation for a few weeks, and your Daddy of course says that he has to stay to tend the ranch and needs you to help him. You spend the first night in bed with him, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he fucks you in his marriage bed, grunting and huffing just like any of the horses you've fucked. But the next day sees you and him loading up the horses and heading to the nearby exhibition barn, where all of his friends who have had a turn at you are gathered... and have similarly brought their own stallions.\n\nYou tremble as you settle yourself onto the specially-constructed frame, your ass high in the air. You can sense as much as see the numerous bare human cocks being stroked, the equine pricks starting to unsheath as the sense of impending sex filling the barn affects even the dumb beasts. More than a few video cameras are fixed on you as the first of more than a hundred stallions is led to you, his unsheathed cock swaying beneath his belly.\n\nYou're certainly going to become a famous rancher in this county... and you owe it all to a big-titted elephant and her magical panties.\n\n<b>Elly's Magical Panties</b> end - <i>Twink ranching</i>

Indeed, you spend the next several years in what's effectively a rape-camp, a facility where there are essentially sleeping mats for you to be thrown onto after you've passed out from being fucked by Raptarrans, and various facilities and machines for them to enjoy tormenting and toying with you in between more standard fucking of your mouth and ass. Machines designed to humiliatingly stimulate your now soft and pliant fuck-hole while sucking the cum out of you again and again, bondage furniture to display you like a piece of fuckable art, occasionally being forced to fuck the other male prisoners while the Raptarrans watch and jeer. Of course, the last of your resistance is gone after the first few months, and you just obey your masters, moaning and cumming and doing whatever new perversity they ask of you without thought, not the slightest hint of shame or humiliation left in you as you tongue their leathery assholes or ride them 'humie-style' while they lay on their backs.\n\nOf course, once you give in and stop resisting, it's only a matter of weeks before they grow bored of you. After that you're shown into one of the labs, unresisting as they strap you into a rack that grips you from the back and is attached to a robotic arm above. One of the Raptarrans moves into place behind you, and you moan unresistingly as it pushes its cock into you and begins slowly, lazily fucking. But another steps in from the side, pressing an injector gun to your arm, and you feel a strange tingly pressure spreading all through your body from the injection point. Your arms and legs begin to shorten, fingers and toes shrinking as they become capped by cloven hooves, short black fur growing out over them. Your face begins pushing outward into a muzzle as horns push out from the sides of your head, gradually curling in a loop that outlines your ears, which are turning longer and curling in on themselves. But all of it, even the itchy, strange sensation of thick fleece growing all over your body, or of your cock reshaping into something slick and pink and not human, takes a back seat to your ass growing smaller and tighter around the Raptarran's now much more eagerly and excitedly-thrusting cock as your body shrinks among its other changes. By the time the Raptarran gives its familiar trilling roar and thrusts forward, it's filling the ass of a fluffy white sheep, not a man, and you're letting out a long trilling baa of your own as your ram-cock spurts your load onto the floor.\n\nOnce it pulls out, parts of the frame holding you up move into place, sliding a thick metal pole into your ass and starting to pump, faintly buzzing with some sort of energy that has you instantly hard and on the verge of cumming again within a matter of strokes. But another part of the frame is slipping a sheath over your now bestial dick, all the way up to the sheath, the built-in sleeve starting to pump and suck to bring you off. And not stopping, even as the robotic arm of the frame you're attached in lifts you up and slides along the ceiling, moving you through a sliding-open passage in the wall, and then settling into place in a large chamber filled with hundreds of other baaing, cumming rams.\n\nYou spend the rest of your life as a captive animal, suspended in a metal rack, constantly having your ass fucked and your cock stroked and your cum sucked out of you, and occasionally being sheered for wool that will be turned into ugly holiday sweaters that the Raptarrans don't actuall wear, they just like to laugh about.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Baa baa bad sheep</i>

As you take the path towards Halloweenland, you notice that the paving stones on the path are orange and have yellow jack'o'lantern faces on them. Hey, not a bad effect, really. Approaching the area itself finds it to be just as stereotypical and over the top as you could expect, albeit at least nothing looks cheap or halfassed. But there's lots of spooky twisty-cornered buildings, floaty ghost decorations, and glowing signs in orange, black, and purple. Actually, the most impressive thing is that somehow they've got some sort of shade over the area to make it a bit dim, as if it were early evening instead of morning. You look around trying to spot how they're accomplishing the effect, but the sky is clear. Hunh.\n\nLike a lot of the other areas of the park, there are themed mascots wandering around, most of them in the typical Halloween staple costumes... witches, ghosts (with 'Worldland Halloweenland' written on the front of their sheets), werewolves, that sort of thing. You have to admit, the werewolves in particular are pretty impressive, they're actually big tall hulking guys in ripped clothes as opposed to just wearing a bad furry rubber mask and ill-fitting gloves or something. They almost look like something out of a big budget movie instead of just theme park employee costumes.\n\nIt looks like there are a fair number of rides and attractions here. You see one called [[The Centrifuge|CentriStart]], with a massive mockup of a cackling mad scientist holding a vial above one of those spinny-type rides that has the G-forces press you against the wall. There's another one called [[The Taste-E-Freakz Machine|FreakedStart]] that's a roller coaster whose big draw seems to be splashing through a waterfall of green goo. There's also one called the [[Black Cat's Path|BlackCatStart]] that has cat-shaped cars and apparently weaves in and out through some sort of haunted house.\n\nOf course, if you don't want to zip through a haunted house doing sixty or so, you could always visit the actual [[Haunted House|HauntHouseStart]], which seems particularly large and, if it's anything like the outside, cheesy in a quality way. (Then again, you think as some simulated lightning crashes behind it and stereo-channeled thunder roars, it could always be actually scary too.) There's also a [[Costume Shop|HWLCostumeStart]] if you wanted to get in on the fun yourself, one supposes. Or you could talk to the [[mascots|HWLMascotStart]], it looks like they're giving out candy and coupons and things like that.

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

If you plan this right, you can probably get down there and take him out before he can risk giving the alarm to anyone else. You spend several moments preparing and mentally running through your plan, before putting it into action using what you know you can do after the last week or so of living in this world. Giving a slight hop forward, you hit the ground of the cellar rolling and already coming to your feet, grabbing your sword as you dash towards the orc. He's still surprised and turning to bring his sword up properly when you draw and slash, sending his head tumbling through the air. It thuds and wobbles a bit in place about the time his body is toppling forward and thumping to the floor as well, leaving you a bit surprised how well that worked. Maybe your level is increasing or something? Is that how this world works?\n\nEither way, you now have a dead orc and a clear path ahead. Although... you pause and glance down at the body, which at least isn't spurting blood and other fluids... it's not quite entirely 'clean', but you have noticed that killing people isn't nearly as messy as all the realism buffs back in your world assured you it was when they were railing about how stupid absolutely every Hollywood movie is. You do take a moment to clean off your sword as you turn your attention ahead. The opening in the floor sort of slopes down into a chamber, and from here you can see that there are three openings, two of them natural and one looking like it probably opened up in an earthquake or something. The far right passage is clean and smooth... you'd almost call it shiny, since it's weirdly lacking in any sense of grime or dirt. The middle passage also looks like it's fully artificial, with walls and a smoothed stone floor, but like it's also been subject to some mildew and dirt over the last however-long. And the rent in the wall just looks like a natural stone passage, but looks to stay fairly wide and lead further down and in.\n\nYou start to ask Screamer's advice, but thinking of the skull makes you remember. You glance down at the neatly beheaded orc. Well... that's actually kind of convenient, isn't it? You have that scroll that could strip the flesh off the body apparently, and most likely enough money to let Screamer incarnate with it, since he obviously wasn't a super strong orc or anything. \n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest it.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Nah, you doubt Screamer wants to be an orc.|EricMF4x2]]

"Hey, Screamer, just to check," you note as you resheath your sword and glance down at the skull on your belt. "You don't particularly want to be an orc, do you?"\n\n"Hmmm." The skull apparently takes a moment to think it over before answering, "No, I do not think so, not when there are likely to be much better options available ahead of us. An orc would provide a relatively poor amount of magical power for me to expand my consciousness with after all, and I would likely be stuck as a skeleton for quite some time because of that."\n\nYou nod at that, carefully making your way down the slope into the chamber below. "Yeah, that's kind of what I thought. Okay, which of these three passages should I take?"\n\n"That is largely up to you," Screamer answers evenly. "And what you wish to find there. The passage to your right leads into the area of the ancient underground city where the royalty once lived. Normally the magical traps placed on that place would make it extremely difficult to pass through there, but with myself as a sort of 'passcard', you should be relatively safe. Though it would still be fairly difficult to access some of the vaults, so the selection of items will be somewhat more limited, but there will be no enemies to speak of. The central path leads towards the 'common' areas of the city that once thrived here... it is vast and full of potentially valuable items of a more 'normal' adventurer's level, and the monsters that inhabit it should be well within your ability to handle, unless you become severely outnumbered. The rent in the wall is more recent but still counts as part of this area, so I can guide you through it if you wish... in fact I sense a truly massive amount of treasure and artifacts from below, but also a number of extremely dangerous creatures."\n\n"... Any preferences on your end?" you ask as you consider the three.\n\n"I believe any of the options has the potential to lead me to an acceptable body. I have no overriding wishes on that part."\n\nAlright, so Screamer's not going to urge you to take any particular path. You've got a choice between a safe area where most of the best stuff will be locked up too securely for you to get at it, a mid-range area you can handle but will probably require a lot more looking around and exploring to get something decent, and a really dangerous area with great rewards. Which is best...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Safe but limited.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Mid-range.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Dangerous and rewarding.|EricMF]]

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

What's the point? She's way stronger and faster than you, there's no way you could get away from her. So, despite having a pretty good idea what's coming next, you offer no resistance as she hauls you to your feet and turns you around, shoving you forward to make you catch yourself on the wall with your hands. Cooing softly in your ear again, her tits pressing against your back, Mai murmurs, "Don't worry, I bet you'll love getting fucked in your boy-pussy, you little slut." Even as she's saying it, her hands are undoing your jeans and then shoving them and your underwear down around your thighs, your cock and balls dropping free and dangling limply, before your shirts fall down to cover them and your bare ass. Making a faint disappointed noise, Mai then giggles as she grabs the front hem of them and hauls both up, stuffing it into your mouth, forcing you to bite down on it and bare not only your lower body but your trim stomach and some of your back and chest as well.\n\n"There we go, be a good slut and keep that in, maybe I'll give you something extra good after I'm done," she practically purrs in your ear, shifting her shoulders to grind her tits against you... even as she uses one hand to press her cum- and saliva-smeared prick between your trim buttocks and up against your pucker. You give a muffled 'mmmf!' as she pushes into you, and you feel your virgin hole being spread wide around that thick futa cock. You can't help but raise up on tiptoe in reaction, unconsciously making it even easier for her to line up and push in, steadily sliding deeper and deeper inside your ass. About halfway in she begins giving short, light thrusts while gripping your hips with both hands, the movement of her body rubbing her tits against you with every stroke of her dick deeper into your ass. "I knew you'd have a nice tight little boipussy, ah, I think you might even not have been fucked before. What a criiime for a little slut like you," she giggles, giving your ear a playful nip.\n\nYour eyes roll a bit as your drool starts soaking into the mouthful of cloth clamped between your teeth. You're not sure what part of the stimulation it is, but your cock has become at least half-hard now, wobbling underneath you with the motions of her hips and the tugs of her hands, and starting to do so even more once her smooth, hairless balls lightly impact against yours. Apparently Mai takes that as a signal, since she starts fucking you harder, with quicker, firmer strokes, much like the ones she used when facefucking you. You pant and gasp through the soaked cotton in your mouth, feverishly glancing to the side at the people passing by not that far away, seeing entire families walking by completely unaware that a few feet away a big-titted futanari is raping a teenage boy in the ass. Some mixture of despair and shame actually starts setting off something vaguely pleasurable in the feeling of her cock pounding away in your previously virgin hole, making your body shudder and your moans come out sounding even sluttier, which Mai gleefully points out along with a slap to your ass.\n\n"Ah! You squeeze around me when I spank you, you are a <i>total</i> slut!" the barely-clad ninja declares, barely keeping her voice down as she starts thrusting even faster, starting to pant softly as well. She starts delivering slaps to your ass between thrusts, making you 'mnf!' muffledly through your shirts each time as your ass does indeed squeeze tighter around her pumping prick. When she suddenly slips her hands up and gives your stiff nipples a twist, you let out a much louder 'GMF!', eyes widening and back arching, her cock seeming to swell much larger inside you as you clamp down. Apparently that's too much for her as she lets out a soft, sweet feminine moan even as her cock twitches inside you, gushing thick spurts of cum deep into your ass. You're not sure what you feel is quite an orgasm, yourself... it's like an echo of one, some vague sensation in your body that you almost unlocked some sort of new sensation inside yourself. \n\n"Whew. Yeah, that was niiice," Mai murmurs as she pulls out of you, leaving you feeling warm ticklish wetness slide down your taint and along your balls. "Usually I'm the one getting tipped for lewd stuff, but here. You earned this, slut," she announces, drawing a small fold of bills from her cleavage and tucking it into the folds of your shirts just below your chin. She spends only a second tucking herself away and getting back into place, before waving and chirping out "Seeya!" as she heads for the exit of the alley.\n\n<hr>\n[["W-wait!"|HLMai8x2]]\n\n[["..."|HLMai]]

As humiliating and perverse as it is, you really do need a place to stay, so. With a sigh, you head into the bathroom and strip down, stepping into the shower and turning it on. You decide to use the most generic of the options among her many bottles, thoroughly scrubbing yourself down and, admittedly, enjoying your first proper shower in awhile some, although it's embarrassing to feel the rest of Mai's cum flowing out of your ass and washing down your thighs as you clean yourself out back there as well as you're able.\n\nWhen you step out of the shower and grab a towel, you look around for your clothes, then blink as you realize they're missing. 'What the heck?' You look around the whole bathroom, but no... they're definitely gone. "Is someone here?" you call nervously... but there's no answer. After a moment you sigh and give up, just brushing your hair and then padding out into the apartment naked. Whatever, this whole thing is weird, your clothes disappearing is far from the strangest thing that you're dealing with. Besides, you're apparently going to dress how Mai decides from now on... starting with lingerie.\n\nYou open the bottom drawer of the dresser and blink a bit. It's full of lingerie, but it looks like most of it probably isn't sized for Mai. '... Does she keep an entire drawer full of sexy stuff just to make other people wear it?' you think as you rifle through looking for... sigh... pink stuff. Eventually you find a set of what she asked... a very lacy garter belt and lacy-topped translucent pink stockings, and a fairly plain but low-slung pair of pink satin panties. Carrying them over to the bed, you hesitate a bit before giving in and stepping into the garter belt, sliding it up and settling it around your waist, before sitting down to pull on the stockings. It takes a bit of fiddling and experimentation, but soon you have them sheathing your legs, clipping the little butterfly-shaped clasps to the frilled tops of them. ... You do kind of have to admit your legs look sexy in them... if it were a girl wearing them for you, you'd be pretty turned-on, and your cock does get a little hard as you look at yourself in the mirror. After a bit more hesitation, you step into the panties and pull them up. They settle fairly easily over the front of your slightly stiffened prick, making a bulge of it but otherwise fitting perfectly.\n\n'Okay, well... guess that's it,' you think, looking at your image in the mirror, embarrassed... and thinking about how as soon as Mai walks in, she's going to do all sorts of lewd things to you. Treat you like a girl... fuck your, as she called it, "boypussy". ... But that's the choice you've made.\n\n... But the question is, when does she get home? You frown a little, glancing at the clock, realizing she said absolutely nothing about when she'd get off of work. So do you just... sit around waiting for her? ... In your cute pink stockings and panties?\n\n<hr>\n[[Suppose so.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Take a nap instead.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Clean up the apartment a bit.|HLMai]]

"Hmmmm?" Mai says as she turns back to face you, resting a fist on her practically bare hip.\n\n"I... I don't have anywhere to go," you admit as you straighten up, in a rather pitiful voice. You bite your lower lip, then hold up the money she gave you. "I-if... if you'll keep paying me and give me a place to stay, I'll... I'll..."\n\n"Oh, is that it? You want to be a kept piece of boypussy?" Mai smirks as your face goes red, but then she hmmms and rubs her jaw. "You know what? It would be kind of nice to have a warm hole 'on tap' as it were. You are pretty cute, and I wouldn't mind making you cuter." She grins wider at your little shiver at that. "In fact, that cinches it. Yeah, alright. Here's the deal, Slut... and don't bother telling me your real name, I don't care... for the next year, you'll do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you. You refuse, I punish you, simple as that. I'll keep paying you regularly, and at the end of the year you can either take your money and leave or... well, we'll see."\n\nYou squirm a little, but nod. "O-okay."\n\n"Good!" Mai produces a pad and pen from between her breasts (geez how much stuff has she got in her cleavage?) and writes something down, then tears off the paper and holds it and a keycard out. "My apartment address. Get cleaned up, then open the bottom drawer of the dresser and pick yourself out a cute pink garter belt, stockings, and panties." She pauses, then smirks and flicks you on the forehead, making you flinch a bit. "Remember that panties go on last. Be ready for me to use you when I get home this evening."\n\nShe pauses, as if about to add something else, then just grins wickedly and gives you a little wave as she turns around and walks away again. "See you at home!"\n\nYou stare after her for a moment, then pull on your underwear and jeans, blushing a bit at the feeling of her cum soaking into them.\n\nIt takes a little while for you to find your way out of the park and around to the city area... oddly it's a fairly easy transition, you'd have expected more gates and such, it's almost like this bit of city is just part of Worldland or something. But eventually you find the apartment building, and ride the elevator up to the floor the apartment's on. They keycard works, and you open the door to something that looks like a middle ground between an apartment and a hotel room... it's a studio, but fairly large, and obviously came with its own (relatively upscale) furnishings, but does look fairly lived-in. You can see what must be Mai's stuff all around... she's not quite a slob but you do see a lot of scattered panties around and one or two takeout containers and beer cans left out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean yourself up and... put on lingerie.|HLMai8x3]]\n\n[[Grab anything that looks valuable and run.|HLMai8ax1]]

You awaken to the feel of a mouth around your cock and then a throat enclosing it. You moan and lift your head, finding Alina's pretty silver eyes gazing up at you as she raises her head up, lips extended to drag along your shaft before she sucks it down. You can't help but give a breathless laugh. "Morning."\n\n"G'mrn'n," she mumbles around your prick, the vibrations her attempt to speak causes sending little shivers of pleasure all through you. You slump back with a groan, then prop pillows under your head. You're definitely not going to miss a moment of this.\n\nAlina keeps her eyes on yours the entire time she's sucking you off, and despite the fact that she's got both hands on you, one on your hip and the other wrapped around the root of your pole, you can see the heat there as she cums several times just from blowing you. Finally you give her what she's after, letting go and releasing your load into her mouth, the fairy girl eagerly swallowing every drop.\n\nShe starts to clamber on top of you, but you put your hands on her shoulders. "Whoa, whoa. I don't think we can take another day like yesterday. We'd at least better eat something, first."\n\nAlina pouts, squirming in your grip... and rubbing her pussy against the underside of your cock, her lower lips pressing around it some. "Aw. You sure...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Stand firm. Er, you know what I mean.|MiniEric2x6]]

You wrap your arms around Alina and haul her in close, her hand pulling away from your cock to let it press against her belly. You grab her ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading with all the pent-up desire of the last day as you return the kiss, swirling your tongue around hers and doing your best to completely claim her mouth. Her hands return the favor to your own ass, the fairy girl giving a happy little squeal into your mouth, apparently liking the firm feel of your butt.\n\nYour hands move to grab at the waistband of her loincloth, giving into the urge to yank at it though you don't expect much to happen. To your surprise it tears off easily, leaving her nakes from the waist down. Switching your grip back to her ass, you try giving her a lift, finding her quite easy to pull off the floor and carry, especially once she's wrapped her legs around you. You take a few steps and then flop down on the couch, her pussy sliding hard along the underside of your cock and thumping against your sack. Then you lift her back up, your body apparently coordinating itself quite easily as you get her into position and then pull her down on you.\n\nAlina squeals and coos happily as she's pulled onto your cock, her pussy somehow both incredibly tight and accepting you easily. You begin working her up and down, her own thighs working to assist in riding your lap. After a few minutes she breaks the kiss and leans back, moaning happily, and you take the opportunity to yank down the band covering her breasts with your teeth so you can lick and suck at her nipples. She squeals eagerly whenever you bite on one, the sound making you throb inside of her.\n\nIt seems like an hour and no time at all before you're cumming inside her, hauling Alina back in to kiss her desperately as you pour your load into her spasming, squeezing cunt. She cuddles in against you, cooing and wiggling happily, radiating contentment. Except that she's not <i>too</i> content, as only a few minutes later she raises up off of you and shifts to her knees in front of the couch, leaning in to press her fingertips to your sticky, gleaming shaft and start stroking her tongue up and down it, cleaning off the mingled mess of boycum and girlcum.\n\nYou slump back against the couch, groaning in pleasure as she practically worships your prick with her mouth. She uses long, loving strokes with her tongue and feathery, teasing little flicks of it, alternating both with sucking little kisses and running her lips up and down the sides. She takes her time before ever sliding her lips down over the tip, but when she does she slides her head down in one long, smooth motion, instantly deep-throating you. You grunt and start to cum instantly, pumping your load directly down her throat. But all she does is start swallowing as she bobs her head, gulping it all down as she begins blowing you in earnest.\n\nShe sucks another three loads out of you, your cock never seeming to tire or ache or run out of thick blasts of cum to give her, even as saliva and jizz get churned into a beautiful mess around her lips and the base of your dick. When she finally gets tired of sucking you off, she simply turns around and gets on all fours, wiggling her cute, trim little butt at you. You slide forward onto your knees, deciding that since she apparently just indulged herself, you're going to indulge yourself, and without asking you push your thoroughly sodden prick up against her tight little pucker and press inside. Far from protesting, Alina squeals eagerly again, bucking her hips back towards you in encouragement.\n\nThoroughly encouraged, you pound into her ass roughly, grabbing her waist and hauling back on her to make every thrust count, your hips slapping against her buttocks and your balls slapping against her pussy. She writhes and yowls happily, tossing her head, her iridescent blue hair flickering and shining in the now midday light coming in through the windows. You even try giving her ass a few smacks, each one drawing a fresh squeal of excitement from the fuck-crazed fairy girl.\n\nBy the time both of you are satisfied, it's grown dark outside. You lay on your back on the floor, panting, your cock finally having flopped limply against your belly more because it's not being used at the moment than anything else... heck, you're pretty sure you're just tired from the repetitive motions and the fact that you haven't eaten all day than any physical or sexual exhaustion. Alina lays nearby on the floor as well, facedown with cum drooling from her pussy, ass, and mouth, her whole body twitching and shivering, the occasional little barely-audible whimper of pleasure at the aftershocks still rocking her slender form escaping her lips.\n\nYou clamber to your feet eventually, managing to turn on some lights and go into the kitchen. You at least manage to get Alina to be coherent long enough to drink some water, and empty the rest of the pitcher yourself. By then she's dead asleep, her only movement to cuddle closer as you carry her upstairs. You give both her and yourself a quick wipedown with wet cloths before putting her to bed, then staggering upstairs and dropping onto your back in your own bed. You stare at the ceiling, struggling to hold onto consciousness as you try to check. You don't <i>feel</i> any different... no urge to change your name like the queen mentioned, at least. Though you have to admit, as you give up the struggle and sink into sleep, you're not exactly eager to leave anymore.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MiniEric2x5]]

"Er, ladies, ladies, EVERYONE!" you shout, holding up your hands. That does seem to quiet the crowd down a lot, if only because they're all listening in awe at the masculine sound of your voice. "I mean, I understand that you maybe haven't ever seen... someone like me... but Queen Tania is expecting us!" Which would be stretching the truth a bit, but you somehow imagine that if she wasn't before, she probably will be by the time you get there, now. "We really have to go!"\n\nThere's such a massive and adorable synchronous "awwwwwww" of disappointment that it melts your heart just a little. But the crowd does start to disperse a bit, though there's a lot of staring at you as you go along, and a pair of fairies with one of them holding a purple crystal pointed at you follows you and Alina for a fair distance.\n\nYou look around the market from a slightly taller perspective and with a clearer head, better able to appreciate the beauty of the fairy city without your head as clouded by the strangeness of the situation, and being turned-on and bottomless. Of course today most of the fairies are either staring at you or trying not to stare. You notice some of the animal guys staring too... most of them seem mildly interested, or just confused about what the fairies find so interesting, with a few looking annoyed that you've stolen the attention of all the cute girls. You find your eyes wanting to wander over them just like yesterday, and blush and force your eyes forward. Maybe you've got some lingering effects of being turned into a girl fairy after all.\n\nThe doors to the throneroom sweep open extra fast today as the two of you approach, and Queen Tania is actually standing up from her throne and watching you as you approach. She descends from the dais, her guards flanking her on the sides at a respectful distance as she approaches you, her golden eyes wide.\n\n"So it is true. You really are a male fairy." Her hand begins to reach forward, before she forces it to halt. "May I... may I see it...?" \n\n"Um." You blush brightly, then nod. "Sure. Your majesty."\n\nShe nods, and you focus on thinking about the time you were playing goalie in soccer and something bad happened so that you don't embarrass yourself. The fairy queen unbuttons and unzips your jeans, pushing down the front of your underwear and gently drawing out your uncut length. Her eyes shine brightly and she takes in a deep breath, her proud breasts rising. Your cock gives a little twitch in her fingers at the sight, and you could swear that you see her tongue flick briefly across her lips. But then she gently tucks you back into your underwear and just as smoothly does your jeans back up.\n\n"Indeed, it is true. Eric, you may have simply been a lost soul when you arrived, but you may yet be the savior of our people."\n\n"Uh?" You blink at that, completely distracted from all sexual thoughts at the immensity of that statement.\n\n"For generations, fairies have only been able to reproduce by turning other beings into fairies... female fairies. Since we always strive to do this only with the being's full consent, our numbers are slowly but steadily dwindling. We need an infusion of truly fresh blood, and hopefully a new generation of mingled males and females who may reproduce as the stars intended."\n\n"I see." It seems the repeal from sexual thoughts was not to last, since your brain immediately begins formulating 'breeding stud' scenarios. "Um, well, what do you suggest?" Besides the obvious, you mentally add.\n\n"I will not force any decision upon you, Eric. But if you will consent to stay here and remain a subject of this kingdom, there are many options." Queen Tania pauses, then looks aside at Alina. "Though I see you are quite clearly smitten with him, dear Alina, I am afraid that none of them will allow for him being monogamous with you."\n\n"What's 'monogamous'?" Alina asks with a blink.\n\n"Ah yes, I forgot how long it has been. You will have to share him."\n\n"Oh! I understand <i>that</i>," your girlfriend answers cheerfully, beaming up at you. "That doesn't bother me. Does it bother you?"\n\n"Er, I guess not," you answer, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.\n\n"Excellent. Then the first suggestion is that you simply live in the kingdom, and do your best to... well, [[spread your seed about as much as possible|MFairy]], if I might put it that way," Tania says, steepling her fingers and slowly pacing back and forth, her long golden hair sweeping back and forth after her like a cape. "Another is that you consent to [[learn magic|MFairy]] with only the occasional dalliance with fairy girls. If you learn the same spell that Alina used on you, it is probable it will allow you to turn others into male fairies rather than female fairies. Or you may stay here in the castle and receive the title of..." She considers for a moment, then smiles rather teasingly. "[[Lord Propagator|MFairy]]. You will live a life of luxury and comfort, and we will choose all the fairy women to be brought to you. Thus you will breed with all of the most beautiful, strongest, and most intelligent in the hopes of not only continuing but bettering fairykind."\n\nQueen Tania pauses in her pacing, looking at you for long moments, then says. "There is, of course, one more option."\n\n"What's that? Er, your majesty?"\n\n"You could, of course, become my [[King Consort|MFairy1x1]]," Tania says, sweeping a hand to indicate the throne room. "We would not be truly married, obviously, but you would effectively be my spouse and wield considerable power... albeit not more than me," she adds, her small smile canny this time. "I would myself personally pick and choose who, other than Alina, you would be allowed to mate with. Rather, most of your time and... energy... would be directed to propagating and extending my royal line. Making, hopefully, little princes who could take over the issue of mating with, and ruling over, the general population." The nude fairy queen turns and makes her way back to her throne, settling into it and letting her long hair fall down it like a waterfall. "It is not a life suited for everyone, and indeed, as each position comes with greater privilege and comforts, so does it come with less freedom and more responsibility. Choose wisely, Eric, and I will not begrudge you any choice you make."

You laugh breathlessly again, leaning up to give her a firm kiss, then smacking her on the hip and making her yelp. "Yeah, I'm sure. C'mon, let's eat."\n\n"You're right, you're right," she says with a giggle, clambering off of you. "You get cleaned up, I'll make breakfast."\n\n"I can help."\n\n"No, no, I want to!"\n\nYou watch her go, sighing happily at the sight of her bare butt moving as she walks. Again, you try to judge whether you've changed from how you were... you do feel a lot happier and more content, though that could just be the marathon session of fantastic sex, along with the realization that you seem to have near endless supplies of stamina to go with increased strength. And a bigger, nigh-indefatiguable dick, which is enough to give any guy at least a slight sense of contentment. But you still feel like yourself, for the most part. Must be different for guys. Or guy fairies. Or... well, whatever you really count as.\n\nYou head down to the bathroom for a shower, then back upstairs. You find that your long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and underwear have all been cleaned, and someone even made a valiant try on your sneakers and socks. Alina must have done that last night or early this morning. You pull on the underwear and jeans, finding that they fit a bit tighter than they did before, but at least they fit. You consider the rest of it, then shrug... everyone goes around mostly naked here anyway, you doubt they'll care if you just go shirtless and barefoot.\n\nDownstairs, Alina is just putting pancakes and eggs on the table. (You've gotta wonder what sort of eggs they are, but decide it's better if you don't know.) She brightens when she sees you, snuggling up against your side briefly like she just can't get enough of you. Geez, this is the sort of treatment that could go to a guy's head. You sit down to eat, and she fusses a bit longer with making sure you have milk and plenty of honey to pour on the pancakes before she settles into her own chair.\n\n"You're probably right that we shouldn't get carried away again," the fairy girl says cheerfully between bites. She pauses, then gives you a sweet smile that's still pure sex and has your cock hardening a little in your tight jeans just from that. "At least, not right away," she adds in a silky murmur. Then she continues in her normal chipper tone. "Queen Tania really should know about this, it's an important thing!"\n\n"So there really aren't any guy fairies?"\n\n"None I've ever seen! I heard there used to be in, like, my great-great-grandmother's day, but that was thousands of years ago."\n\nYou blink at that, suddenly wondering just how old your, ah... well, girlfriend, why not call her that?... is. But since that's probably rude to ask a girl no matter what species she is, you just nod and finish your breakfast.\n\nOnce you've both finished and Alina has cleaned up and dressed in a slightly greener version of her previous outfit, the two of you fly off to the central tree. Once again you land on a balcony and start to head through the marketplace. At first there's just the occasional calls of greeting, but those quickly turn into stares and even yelps of shock.\n\n"Good morOHMYSTARS!"\n\n"Is that? Oh gosh!"\n\n"Akona! Akona, you've gotta see this!"\n\n"Where's Aguila! Someone go get Aguila, we've gotta get this on image!"\n\nPractically every fairy that sees you and some that have just heard the calls of 'Boy fairy!' are trying to press in around you, their eyes wide, faces showing shock or disbelief or rapt amazement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let them look. Doesn't exactly hurt your ego.|MFairy]]\n\n[[Er, attention overload, time to go.|MiniEric2x7]]

Desperate, you let yourself plummet down. Between the impact of hitting the surface and the absolute cold of it, you gasp with shock and almost inhale water. You scramble up to the surface, flailing and splashing and coughing. On the plus side, your little plunge seems to have killed your raging libido like it was... well, like it was doused with ice water.\n\nYou tread water in place, sourly wondering if you're going to have to go jumping into the lake regularly until this stupid spell wears off. Then you feel prickles colder than the water run up your spine, getting the distinct impression that you're not alone out here.\n\nJust then something rushes by beneath you with such speed that its wake pulls you under and sends you tumbling, barely giving you time you yelp in a desperate breath. You manage to kick and right yourself, then stare at the oncoming visage of a really ugly, really huge, really mean-looking fish. Even if Queen Tania hadn't told you that a lot of fish weren't very friendly to fairies, the way this one is coming at you with its toothy maw open says it's <i>not</i> your friend.\n\n[img[AlliGar]]\n\n<hr>\n[[Fly for it!|MiniEric3x1]]\n\n[[Swim for it!|MiniEric2x2]]\n\n[[Try something crazy!|MiniEric4x1]]

Maybe it's not the most useful thing in the situation, but it's sort of been heavily on your mind for the last day or so. So when he tells you to make a wish, it pops out of your mouth almost before you can think about it. "I want to be a boy again."\n\n"<b>You want to what?</b>" the fish replies, the terror of its voice blunted somewhat by the sheer confusion in its tone.\n\nIn fact, it seems to have granted the wish almost as reflexively as you made it. You can feel your whole body tingling again as your shoulders and hips broaden, and your pussy seals closed, skin growing forth to dangle once more as a shaft and sack. You'd worry a little bit about them dangling down towards the monster below, but you're distracted by how elated you feel. Back to normal! Or at least close enough, you add as your wings give a little buzz.\n\nThe fish gives a few more wet huffs. "<b>... Eyuch.</b>" It wriggles its way backwards, muzzle disappearing from the hole. You stare downwards, not really trusting it to be gone. You wait as long as possible, until you're pretty sure you've seen the water start to rise some. That means it's definitely time to leave anyway, and you splash into the water and wriggle back out through the hole, making for the surface as quickly as possible. Once there you do your best Michael Phelps impression to the edge and climb out, shaking yourself off, wings buzzing and gradually getting their sound back as they shed water, though now the windchime tone is a bit deeper.\n\nYou look down at yourself, then check your reflection in the water. You're not quite back to your old body... for one you're still a bit more slender-but-not-skinny, with slightly prettier proportions than before, including in the face. You've also still got the iridescent fairy hair and wings, and you can't find a single hair below your eyebrows anywhere on your body. But your cock and balls are back, at least... in fact you think your shaft might be longer than it was, and seems to have grown back uncut. You think you might be taller, too... you're definitely taller than you were as a fairy, and maybe taller than you were even before, to judge by the way your shirt fits. The fact that your cock isn't already pointing the way ahead of you would indicate that the Fairy Warmth is gone... or at least dormant for the moment.\n\nYou take to the sky and fly back towards Alina's place, wondering what she'll think. The flight dries off your shirt, which is no longer really hiding anything, but at least it's not clingy anymore. You land on the porch and try the door, finding it unlocked, and head on inside.\n\n"Eric? Is that you? I was making breakfast and-" Alina emerges from the kitchen, and her eyes widen. "Oh! You're...!" She looks you up and down. "But you're still a... oh! Oh my!"\n\n"Yeah, there was this fish, and..." You grin sheepishly and shrug. "But see, told you! I... whoa, what's the big deal?" you ask, leaning back a bit as she draws closer, still looking at you with wide eyes.\n\n"I've... I've never seen a <i>boy fairy</i> before," she murmurs in tones of awe. "I mean, Maab has her servants that are male, but they don't count, and... oh..." As if she couldn't hold back a moment longer, she leans up to kiss you deeply and passionately, one of her hands gripping your shaft and squeezing gently, with just a few motions bringing it almost instantly to full hardness.\n\nYour eyes widen, both at the intensity of the kiss and the feel of her hand eagerly, almost needfully stroking and tugging at your cock. Desire floods your brain, and the urge to take her is almost overpowering. But wait! What if what Queen Tania said about the Fairy Warmth is still true...?\n\n<hr>\n[[There's only so much a teenage guy can take and not give in.|MiniEric2x4]]\n\n[[Resist! Must resist!|MiniEricplaceholder]]

Instinct drives you to turn and flee in the most direct way possible, and right now that means through the water. You know how to swim, but now fear adds extra strength to your motions... and luckily your wings seem to work pretty decently as fins while they're under the water, too.\n\nThe giant fish takes a pass at you and misses, sending you briefly tumbling through the water again. But you quickly right yourself and continue your swim for escape while it has to wheel around and come at you again. Dimly through the dark water you spot a log of some sort with a hole in the side. Desperate, you swim in through the hole and then upward.\n\nThe log is mostly hollow, and soon you pop out of the water and can scramble up the rotted wood to plaster yourself in the corner, panting and gasping for breath. You can't help but scream as the whole log rocks with an impact, the fish's long muzzle jutting through the hole you came in through. \n\nIt thrashes about, obviously trying to find you or force its way in. When it realizes that neither is going to happen, it relaxes a bit, its muzzle extending above the water and letting out a huff more like an annoyed air-breather than anything. Then it draws in a breath.\n\n"<b>Ah, you are still there.</b>"\n\nYou shudder at that booming, bubbling voice as it smacks your hindbrain right in the primitive fears. The fish gives another brief thrash about, then settles.\n\n"<b>Come down. There's no way out, you may as well end it quickly and in my stomach.</b>"\n\n"Fat chance," you gasp out, still having not quite caught your breath. "I'd rather sit in here and rot than be eaten!"\n\n"<b>Such a waste. Hrm.</b>" The fish snorts a few times, then continues. "<b>Very well, you've beaten me fair and square, morsel. To show that I am a magnanimous monster, I will grant you one wish.</b>"\n\nYou stare down at the sleek, green scales and teeth that are all you can see of your pursuer. "You're kidding."\n\n"<b>Certainly not. Just like you, I am a creature of magic. I have said that I will do something, and I am bound to do it. Make your wish, little fairy, and I shall grant it posthaste.</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wish to go home.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wish he'd go away.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wish for power.|MiniEric8x1]]\n\n[[Wish to be a boy again.|MiniEric2x3]]\n\n[[Wish for more wishes.|MiniEricplaceholder]]

You tap the option for the watch, and immediately feel something snug around your left wrist. You glance down at it, spotting the large red button that says 'Stop' on it. "Hey, Eric, what's u-" Ranma starts to say in a bored tone before you press the red button and he freezes in place again, mouth open in the middle of a word.\n\nA scrollable text window of instructions pops up... and wow, it's pretty thorough. Your eyes start to glaze and you almost reach for the 'OK' button out of reflex trained by many unreadably long TOS documents, before you snap yourself out of it. These are the instructions for your <i>time machine</i>... you'd probably better actually read them.\n\nOkay, so it looks like there are four buttons on the watch... the big red time stop button, and three of them in a vertical row next to it. The top blue button brings up an options menu of how the environment works while you're in time stop mode... basically whether it just seems like everyone has turned into statues, but you can still move things around normally (which is apparently the default), or if all time is effectively frozen and you can do things like pick up objects, release them in midair, and they'll just float there. It also has a few options for the other modes, like whether everyone's memories retroactively adjust to account for changes you made to someone or whether they're aware they've been altered. The second purple button apparently allows you to control the flow of time within the sim... pressing it will bring up a control panel not unlike a video player's, with rewind, fast forward, slow motion, and loop options... all of which you can apparently apply selectively to certain areas, and determine how the people in those areas perceive them (it gives an example of making them completely aware that they're in a time loop but unable to escape it). And the final, green button brings up the option that lets you adjust an NPC's (or your own) age, making them younger or older.\n\nSo it looks like there's definitely a lot of stuff that your new toy can do. So the big question is... what <i>do</i> you want to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wander around in the frozen world.|RanWatchplaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay here and do stuff to Ranma.|RanWatchplaceholder]]\n\n[[Go find someone else to do stuff to.|RanWatchplaceholder]]\n\n[[Put a more elaborate plan into action.|RanWatchplaceholder]]

Doing a quick, perfunctory soap-up with body wash in the name of actually trying to get clean, you then snag one of the shampoo bottles and bring it around, pressing the cap end up against your pucker. You bite your lower lip, expecting it to be difficult or uncomfortable despite your earlier exploration, but instead simply give a moan as it goes sliding up inside you. Pushing the bottle about halfway in, you rest your fingers against the bottom of the bottle and start lightly pumping it into yourself, letting the soapsuds and your own squeezing around it push it back out against your fingers after every push in. You put your other hand back on your cock and start stroking it, not bothering to match the tempo to the pumps of the shampoo bottle into your ass, just trying to work both as thoroughly as you can.\n\nYou pant and gasp under the fall of hot water, the air full of steam and your moans as you fuck yourself with the plastic bottle. Your hand squeezes on your cock, slipping along it with the slipperyness of the body wash. You turn your face up against the spray of the showerhead, letting the water run over it and down your body as you work yourself over, almost feeling like you're going to melt in the heat of the shower and the building sensations. It doesn't take long before your cock surges in your hand and starts spraying a surprising amount of thick, white goo onto the tile wall of the shower, the splatters quickly starting to slide down the wall and thin out in the moist air.\n\nYou gasp loudly as, right in the midst of your shivery afterglow, a hand nudges yours away from the shampoo bottle and starts pumping it in and out of you again. A pair of large, wet breasts presses up against your back as Baal leans in to whisper in your ear, "Why don't you let me do that? You can just jerk that cute cock of yours." You're not sure what to do with that other than give a quick nod and start jerking yourself off again, leaning your hand against the wall, moaning louder than before as the naked girl now sharing the shower with you takes over fucking your ass with her shampoo bottle.\n\nEventually she stops you and turns you around, pulling your head to one of her breasts. You obediently start suckling at her fat pink nipple, swirling your tongue around it as you roll your eyes up to watch her face. She's washed off the mascara, but her lipstick is still in place, shiny black lips curled as she watches you. You slip your hands around to her ass, finding it full and round and filling your hands as you start kneading and squeezing, rubbing your cock up against her thigh as she continues pumping the hard plastic bottle into your eager ass. Again, it doesn't take you long before you're gushing another load, this time against one of the glass walls and against Baal's thigh.\n\n"Hm, impressive." Baal laughs a bit, drawing away from you and letting the shower spray hit along her thigh, quickly washing herself off. Then she snags your wrist and turns off the shower, pulling you out into the bathroom and over to an luxuriously fluffy fur rug in the middle of the bathroom. She pushes you down to your knees, then forward until your cheek rests against the fur, your ass in the air. Since right about now you'd jump off a cliff if she told you to, you stay in position as she heads over to one of the bathroom cabinets, watching her pale round ass move as she walks. She opens the cabinet, revealing a number of dildos and other sex toys, and plucks out a string of purple anal beads before walking back over and behind you. You bite your lower lip as she pushes the first golfball-sized sphere into your ass, shuddering as it pushes in and pops past your ring, her finger sliding inside as she pushes it in deeper, then draws her finger back to push in the next orb.\n\nOnce she's pushed all the beads in, she wraps her hand around your cock and starts slowly stroking, tugging downward as if milking you. You turn your head, staring at her brilliant purple fingernails as her fingers work your dick. Her other hand tugs and twists at the string of the anal beads, making them move inside you, your hips bucking and twitching reflexively. You pant and gasp as she plays with you, your gaze wandering back and forth from her hand tugging your prick to the view of her smooth-shaved white pussy framed by your legs. After several minutes, she starts slowly pulling back on the beads, and you give a cry as the first one sliding out of you sets you off, a heavy splurt of cum hitting the white fur below your belly. Every time she pulls another of the beads out, you fire another thick shot of cum, until there's several miniature puddles of it collecting in the matted fur of the rug.\n\n"Very nice indeed," Baal murmurs, almost as if to herself, before standing up and walking out of the bathroom. As she heads out, she calls back, "Finish cleaning up, I'll be in the living room. No need to get dressed!"\n\nEventually picking yourself up off the floor, you step back into the shower and finish actually getting clean, before drying off with a towel. Blushing and trying to convince yourself all of that really happened and you're not about to get in trouble, you set the towel aside and pad back down the hall naked, your cock angled in front of you in a low arc. At the sight of Baal sitting in a chair wearing nothing but a black tanktop and panties, it springs quickly back to full mast, making her grin. She gestures at the couch across from her, and you settle onto it a bit gingerly. You're caught somewhere between nervous and proud, and can't help but spread your legs some, not only to avoid crushing your bare balls, but also to show them and your jutting erection off to Baal.\n\n"Well then. I guess there's no question of whether you want more." Baal chuckles a bit, sitting back and folding one long, white leg over the other and resting her hands on her knee. "But as to that, we should figure out some terms."\n\n"Um... terms?" That derails you a bit, and you blink in bemusement.\n\n"I'm not exactly the romantic sort. I'm fairly heavy into domination and humiliation, actually." She waggles her eyebrows, grinning again. "Which you respond to nicely, it seems, though I've been fairly mild so far. The truth is, you've got the potential to have exactly the body type I want, but more than that, you have impressive natural stamina and reactiveness, and you're apparently naturally receptive to certain things. Besides the naughty fun, you've got the potential to help me with some research."\n\n"Research? I thought your job was-"\n\n"That doesn't eat up <i>all</i> my time. Just the occasional girl scout." Before you can ask her if she's serious, she continues. "Like I said, Worldland is more than just a theme park. There are a lot of strange phenomenon that I'm trying to study. Like your friends the mascots."\n\n"Um, yeah... they're kind of weird, huh?" You blush brightly as you say it, glancing aside.\n\n"And lewd. And several of the subjects I want to study about them are equally lewd. Like that [[cum of theirs|EricBaalPlaceholder]]... it seems to have numerous applications and properties, and I need someone to test some of them on. There's also [[their dicks|EricBaalPlaceholder]]... as I'm sure you noticed, they seem to have some supernatural properties of their own. There's also [[their bodies|EricBaalPlaceholder]]... exactly how do they function, what makes them tick? Those are the main things I need someone like you's help to study. Or, if you don't want to help with research..." She shrugs, breasts jiggling, and smirks. "Well, [[I could use a slave for a few months|EricBaalPlaceholder]]. I have a cleaning service, so most of your actual <i>work</i> would involve the occasional gopher jobs and being used for kinky, humiliating, occasionally bizarre sex. At the end of, oh, let's say three months, you could leave and I'd pay you more than most people twice your age make in a year. What do you think...?"

You lean down and start to hand the pin to him, then smirk as you snap back upright and lift it up high. Happosai squawks and makes a jump for it, only for you to quickly snap your arm away. He continues jumping and bounding about, grabbing for the pin as you move it around. "Give it to me, Ranma! You promised!"\n\n"Yeah, I did, so I will," you answer smugly, lip curling as you look at him, using a bit of slight of hand to make the pin disappear. You set both hands on your hips and lean forward a bit. "But you've been a total jerk about this whole thing, so I think you need to show some humility."\n\n"W-what?!" the shriveled old man splutters.\n\n"You heard me. Maybe before I give you the hairpin, you need to prove to me that you're not gonna make any trouble with it or lord it over others."\n\nHapposai growls angrily, clutching one tiny fist until it shakes... then drops into a begging posture, head bowed. "Please, I promise! I won't lord it over anyone! Give me the pin!"\n\nYou laugh a little at the sight he presents. "See, that's better! But maybe get a little lower."\n\nHapposai hesitates, then actually rubs his face in the dirt, his voice coming up muffled. "I'm sorry I wasn't nicer! Please give me the pin!"\n\nYou think you can wring a liiiittle more out of him. This is definitely some enjoyable payback for all those times he fondled you. Producing the pin, you hold it over his head, smirking all the while. "Alright, just a little more and I'll give it to you. Repeat after me:"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm an impotent old man!"|FRanX5x2]]\n\n[["I can't make Ranma do anything!"|FRanX7x1]]\n\n[["I'll always be a shriveled old geezer!"|FRanX6x1]]\n\n[["Girls hate it when I touch them!"|FRanX8x1]]

"Ah, well, looks like I lost," Kira says with a sigh as she glances down at her fist, putting her other hand to her cheek. "What a shame, I would have really enjoyed having you for my pet. You probably would have enjoyed it too, y'know," she adds, flashing a smirk at you.\n\nFeeling your cheeks heat, you shake your head. "Look, just-"\n\n"I get it, I get it, but like I said you can't find the next Mystical General until tomorrow. Until then I'm obligated to let you stay at my place. C'mon, c'mon," she continues, beckoning as she turns and starts walking down the sidewalk. "I don't want to get some sort of penalty for not putting you up for the night when I said I would."\n\nYou hesitate briefly, but recall that she did promise that she wouldn't do anything untoward... apparently she really does believe the bracelet would punish her if she did, and you've seen enough wacky magical artifacts that you could kind of believe it would. So with a sigh you follow along after her, trotting a bit to catch up.\n\n"So what's got you on such a tear to beat absolutely everyone anyway?" Kira asks, resting her hands on her hips and looking aside at you as the two of you walk. Her tone is fairly reasonable and conversational as it's always been, but despite her appearance and apparent role, there's an air of relaxation to her that makes her seem more... approachable? "Usually someone new to the game has a match once a week, usually on Saturday mornings, with a couple of filler matches with up-and-comers between. You've gone through three Mystical Generals in one day. Do you really want to fight the Grandmaster and get that supposed wish so bad?"\n\n"Well... didn't you?" you ask with a frown, deflecting a bit.\n\n"Not really. When everyone keeps saying the Grandmaster is impossible to defeat, I guess I believe them... after all, even as melodramatic as some of them can be, they're usually right about some things. Besides, this silly game's already given me about all the power and wealth that I want, just managing my little thing here in Shinjuku. Being the benevolent overlord madam of a network of hot prostitutes is plenty for me! But that aside," she adds, quirking a darker blonde eyebrow. "You didn't say why it was you wanted it."\n\nYou let out a sigh, but finally break down and open up. "Well, mostly it's to get this stupid bracelet off, but if I get the wish..." You tell her about your curse, and somehow that leads into you talking about your issues with your fiancees, your pledge to become manly, various vengeance oaths sworn against you, and all the rest.\n\nKira lets out a long whistle. "Whew, heavy! Sounds like everything's a pretty big mess for you. Not sure one wish is enough to solve that, but I can see why you'd want it." She points as the two of you approach a rather high-class looking apartment building. "Ah, here we go." She leads you inside, the doorman nodding evenly and without the faintest hint of reproach that an obvious prostitute and a redheaded shortstack just walked into the luxury lobby. The elevator ride up is quite, opening up into a short hallway with only two doors. The apartment behind the door Kira opens is immense... mostly an open design, with the large, pink-sheeted bed right there out in the open in the middle of it. You're a little surprised that while the decorating is pretty sleek and modern, there's not a ton other than some of the color choices that screams 'a flashy gyaru lives here'. "I never keep much in the fridge, but there's some leftovers if you want 'em," Kira declares as she deposits her shoes at the entry and saunters towards the bed.\n\nNever one to turn down free food, you hurry to the kitchen and open the large refrigerator to find that it is, indeed, almost entirely bare, a single lonely Chinese takeout container sitting on one shelf. Still, you open it up and don't bother with the sniff test before dumping the lo mein inside into your mouth. Chewing, you turn and head back towards the central area as you swallow, and almost choke at the sight awaiting you. Kira has sat down on the side of the bed and already discarded her skirt, and is in the process of pulling up her top, displaying her purple leopard-print underwear, the top stretched across those giant tits of hers. Her face is turned towards you, cheeks just a bit flushed, expression one of almost annoyed expectation.\n\n<img src=images/BitchFistKira.jpg>\n\n"Hey, I also said you can do whatever you want, right?" she says, voice cutely pouty. "You're not gonna pass up an opportunity like that, are you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Absolutely not!|FRanX]]\n\n[[You kind of have to.|FRanX]]\n\n[[... well... your equipment...|FRanX23x6]]

"WHAT?!" Ken barks, the word echoing as he draws back in slow motion, his movements still leaving afterimage tracers.\n\n"Man don't do that over just anything you'll make it less special."\n\n"H-how... how..." He stands there trembling before he falls to his knees, then slumps forward onto his hands with his head hanging, several of the dogs in the group of animals letting out long, mournful howls. "All this work I put into becoming one of the Mystical Generals... all this effort..."\n\n"Aaaaa! I knew it!" cries a weird-looking sarariman with two swirls of hair done across his head in a combover, spiral-lensed glasses flashing as he strikes a pose, one hand on his chin and the other thrust out to the side. "The new prodigy, destined to overthrow the Grandmaster! Just as foretold in the ancient legends from beyond ancient Egypt!"\n\n"Who the fuck are-" You pause, blinking a few times, then raising a hand to point at him as he's suddenly joined by a bunch of other oddly muscular guys in immaculate suits with perfect businessman haircuts chanting 'Bro! It's the Chosen One, bro!'. "... Oy. Cutter Kid? I thought I told you to stay out of Nerima."\n\n"You said 'without at least cleaning up and looking presentable', exact words," he points out, leaving you a bit dumbfounded over the fact that you suppose he technically does, even if he still seems very odd. "But yes, this proves it! You've defeated two Mystical Generals on the very same day, you're the Chosen One, destined to win against the Grandmaster and end the cycle of destruction and violence that Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon brings with it!"\n\n"For the love of God," you groan, dragging both hands down your face.\n\n"Hnnnh... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, everyone," Ken sobs as he wraps his arms around the neck of one of the nearby dogs. "I just wanted... to take care of you all... and now-"\n\n"And now just tell me where the next stupid Mystical General is, I don't care about your damn pets!" you cry, stomping a foot hard enough to make your boobs jiggle.\n\n"Very well..." Ken wipes a hand across the back of his face as he staggers to his feet. "But know this, the next Mystical General is no pushover, even if you are the Chosen One! For the next Mystical General is... my sister, Bitch-Fist Kira!"\n\n"Just tell me where to go, you absolute waste of a bandanna."\n\nYou're a little surprised when he tells you to head to Shinjuku, of all places, but you don't suppose you have much choice and thus hop the train. It's fairly late into the night when you arrive, the streets mostly packed with a fairly unsavory sort. Still, Ken told you there was a specific place to go where she could be found. When you stop, you don't see much of anybody... just some tough-looking guys (actually tough, as opposed to Cutter's goons... well, before they turned into a pack of roving data entry clerks, which is kind of scary in its own way you guess), and some obvious ladies of the night scattered about. "Oyyyy! I'm looking for..." You hesitate, sigh, then add a less-enthusiastic call of, "Bitch-Fist Kira."\n\n"Ohhhh? You've come to challenge me, then?"\n\nIt's kind of hard to miss the person who spoke, though there's not exactly much family resemblance between her and the buffoon you just defeated. For one thing she's taller than he is, and definitely... thicker. About the only thing that's the same is the brilliant blue eyes. Any other resemblance has disappeared into her gyaru makeover, most of her hair left loose to her lower back and only part of it drawn into a side-ponytail with a pink scrunchie, dyed blonde fading to pink at the ends. Her skin is tanned, her face pretty with a little beauty mark below her lip, her ears bearing multiple piercings. Her boobs are... huge, even bigger than yours! (Is it weird you can't help but feel a little jealous just for a second?) She's wearing a black choker collar, and a very tight purple top that just barely covers them and shows off the strings of the bikini-style bra she's wearing, as well as leaving her arms bare, a wicked little heart tattoo displayed on the side of her shoulder. Her skirt is really more of a stretchy, shiny black band around her hips, and also shows off the straps of her panties. She's accessorized with kneesocks, sneakers, and a number of bracelets and rings.\n\n"So you're the Chosen One that everyone's clucking about, hmmm?" she murmurs, looking you up and down.\n\n"How the heck is 'everyone' talking about me being the Chosen One? That dumbass Cutter only said it earlier tonight."\n\n"Word travels fast in the world of Mystic Jan-Ken-Pon. Especially when you're one of the Mystical Generals."\n\nYou rub the back of your head, looking her up and down in return. "Speaking of which... don't take this the wrong way, but you're not exactly what I would expect from someone who's so serious about some magically whammied-up version of a kid's game that you'd wind up called a 'Mystical General' of it."\n\n"That's because you don't understand the power involved." Kira smirks, laying fingertips against her lips as she looks at you, eyes twinkling. "Jan-Ken-Pon all on its own is best used as a way to decide who gets the last slice of pizza, sure. But you add magical power and a bit of forethought to it, and it's a pathway to many things. While as the lowest-ranked of the Mystical Generals, Cutter Kid had to give anyone he wanted to match off against a bracelet, the rest of us can arrange matches against anyone we like and have them enforced by magic. I find some very pretty girl like you who thinks I'm joking, wave some reward she wants in front of her face, and challenge her to Jan-Ken-Pon for it. Unlike the rest of these fools, I'm not so heavily invested in being 'invincible'... if I lose, I'm out a designer bag or something." She leans in a bit and whispers conspiratorially, "I keep a bunch of knockoffs around just for that." Then she straightens up and smirks. "If I win, I get a lifelong working girl out prancing on the street and giving me half of everything she earns!"\n\n'Man, it's like Nabiki but even worse,' you think flatly as she lets out a long laugh. Shaking your head, you say, "Look, I just-"\n\n"Want to know where the next Mystical General is, right? You're in quite a hurry to go through all of us, facing three in one day. But you won't be able to find them until tomorrow, even if you beat me right here and right now. So just to show you I'm not all bad, I'll make you an extra sweet deal. Well, extra sweet for you, and for me." She smirks, putting her fingertips to her lips again, eyes twinkling as she continues. "If you win, you can spend the night with me... no demands, no expectations, just sleep in my apartment if you want. Or do anything else you like. And in the morning, I'll tell you where you can find the next Mystical General, and even give you a hint to beating them. But if I win... you'll not only become one of my girls, you'll become my personal slave!" Her smile turns absolutely wicked, eyes flashing as she continues. "You'll give me 100% of everything you earn when I put you on the streets! You'll get no free time and no allowance... I'll decide everything you wear, everything you do, everything you eat! And at night, you'll sleep in my bed... or at the foot of it, as I feel like. But you're not afraid, right? It's just a kid's game, after all."\n\nYou frown a little. Kira seems amoral and scheming... indeed, like Nabiki on steroids, if anything. But she's also the first of these goofballs that doesn't seem outright nuts. That actually does make you hesitate... but it's not like you have a lot of other options. Especially with that last taunt. Sighing, you nod. "Alright, agreed."\n\n"<i>Terms accepted. Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Good! Alright then, here we go!" Thrusting her fist upward, and sounding more like a cheerleader leading a chant than anything, Kira calls, "JAN-KEN-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Pon, Scissors!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon, Paper!"|FRanX23x5]]\n\n[["-Pon, call the cops!"|FRanX]]

"Wait, are you serious?" You stare at Ken, doing your best to ignore his 'gang' still surrounding you. "If I can beat one of you weirdos at jan-ken-pon, I'll actually get a wish?"\n\n"Not just anyone can defeat the Grandmaster. You have to defeat all of the Named Mystical Generals of Jan-Ken-Pon to earn the right to challenge!" Ken declares. "Cutter Kid was the weakest general, anyone could have toppled him through sheer luck! We'll see if you have any skill at all, newbie!"\n\nYou sigh, rubbing your head a bit, then clenching your fist. "Fine! I'll beat all of you and then this Grandmaster idiot! I'll get this damn bracelet off, and wish to be cured of my curse!"\n\n"Haha, the Mystical Generals won't all just come to you! I only did because I have a cat's curiosity! But alright then, fool, if you wish to court your own destruction, let's have a match!" Ken folds his arms over his chest, cocking his head at the smuggest angle. "If you win, I'll tell you the next Mystical General's location! If you can find them yourself and challenge them, they'll have to accept it. But if I win, I'll have you join my menagerie!"\n\nYou blink, glancing around at the pack of assorted animals again... and shuddering at the sight of the cats. You really don't want to have to spend the rest of your life around them! But it sounds like you don't have much choice if you want this bracelet off, so you nod. "Alright, fine."\n\n"<i>Terms accepted. Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Then IT'S TIME TO DUE-!"\n\n"Whoa!" You leap forward, slapping a hand over his mouth and darting a quick glance around for lawyers, before glowering at him. "This game courts lawsuits enough as it is, you wanna push us over the edge?"\n\n"Haha, ha, good point," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Then he resumes his smirky demeanor, pointing at you dramatically. "Then let's match off, rookie!" He raises his arm, swinging it down quickly and dramatically. "JAN-KEN-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Pon, Paper!"|FRanX23x4]]\n\n[["-Pon, Scissors!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon, kick to the groin!"|FRanX]]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!" Cutter wails, recoiling from your clenched fist as if it were a particularly ugly snake. "What, but... but... this is impossible! I, Cutter Kid, defeated by an amateur! No, it's not possible! It's not possible!"\n\n"I mean I'm pretty sure it's like a one in three chance, dude," you mutter, going flateyed.\n\n"No! No, this is... you must be truly gifted!" Cutter snarls, clenching his fist. "You must be some sort of Jan-Ken-Prodigy! No one could possibly defeat me and..." He chokes up, then turns and bolts away down the street, calling out, "YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!", what little cool factor there might have been ruined by his voice cracking and the streams of tears flying away from his face in his wake, the rest of the group shouting "BROOOOOOO!" and taking off after him.\n\n"..." Putting a hand to your head, you give it a shake. "This town."\n\nWhile the people nearby seem fairly relieved to be rid of the weirdos, the scene was ultimately so awkward that no one really wants to acknowledge it, including you, so your rewards aren't quite as generous as you'd hoped. Still, you manage to get several snacks out of it, and kill time until late afternoon before finally wandering home just in time for dinner. Akane's cooled off enough that she's largely ignoring you.\n\n"So, boy, what did you do today?" Genma asks with a grunt.\n\n"Took up a brand new mystical art and immediately crushed a man's heart and soul with it," you answer absently before stuffing a dumpling in your mouth.\n\n"What, only one?"\n\nRolling your eyes, you finish off dinner and then head to the bath, as usual rinsing off with the showerhead in the wall before stepping into the furo. You blink a few times as you slide in up to your hips and find that the water's still lapping lightly against a smooth, flat crotch and settling around pussylips, so quickly dunk yourself under completely. You come back up with a gasp and look down... at a pair of warm pink boobs dripping with water. "W-what the?!" You stand bolt upright with a splash, staring down at yourself, then noticing the glint on your wrist. You fix your gaze on the bracelet. It weighs so little and fits so snugly that you'd actually kind of forgotten you were wearing it.\n\nCould it be this thing? It's the only thing that's really changed since this morning, it has to be! You've got to find out more about this stupid bracelet and why it's blocking you from changing back! Leaping out of the tub, you grab up your pants and shirt, in your haste not bothering with your boxers as you yank on your clothes and go racing out the door, intending to find Cutter Kid and demand an explanation, even if you have to beat it out of him. Actually you might beat it out of him just on principle, come to think of it.\n\nYou haven't gone far when your path is suddenly blocked by a large dog that moves to stand in the street ahead of you, lowering its head and growling. You jerk to a halt more on instinct than anything else, taking a half-step back... only to catch more motion out of the corner of your eye. You turn and spot more dogs circling around you. What is this, some sort of urban wolf pack?! But as you watch, more and more animals approach... not just dogs, but cats (which makes you start trembling a bit, though at least none of them are coming quite close enough to completely set you off), raccoons, even some lizards. You're soon completely surrounded... and stare as the animals actually draw back to form a path for a tough-looking youth wearing a denim vest with various animal-patterned fist logos embroidered on it, his spiky black hair held up by a thick red bandanna, his tough-but-handsome face set in a smirk.\n\n"So, this is the newbie who took down Cutter Kid, huh? You must be something special to leap right in to something as complex and powerful as Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon and beat even a low-grade battler like him."\n\n"IT IS LITERALLY THE SIMPLEST CHILDREN'S GAME THERE IS!" you shriek, pointing at him with one hand and flailing with the other. Then you scowl, narrowing your eyes. "So you're one of those kooks too, huh?" Once he's smirked even smirkier and lifted his clenched fist to show off his tiger-striped stone bracelet, you continue. "What's with these stupid bracelets?! I have a curse on me that's supposed to be lifted when I go in hot water, but it's not working!"\n\n"You don't even know that, huh? Well then I, Beast-Fist Ken, will have to be the one to explain it to you. One of the benefits of playing Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon is that as long as you wear the bracelet and are regularly participating in matches, your body won't change in any way the bracelet considers negative. You won't age, get sick, or die. Apparently it will even block curses from working."\n\n"But I need to go back to being a guy!" you snap, grabbing at your bracelet and yanking a few times. "How do I get this stupid thing off?!"\n\n"There are only two ways. The first is that you refuse to partake in any matches whatsoever for a year. But if you play even an informal match of Jan-Ken-Pon, you'll be forced back into the cycle of battles! The other way... hahaha, even a prodigy like you couldn't hope for it!"\n\nThat simultaneously strokes your ego, makes you annoyed at yet again being called a 'prodigy' for a children's game, and jabs you right in the competitiveness. "Tell me what it is, jerk!"\n\n"You'd have to defeat the Grandmaster. But no one's ever done that," Ken replies smugly. "The Grandmaster is the ultimate Jan-Ken-Pon player. You'd never have a chance. No one does, even if the reward for winning is to be granted any wish imaginable. But if you could beat the Grandmaster, then you could also retire and remove the bracelet."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine then, you just won't play!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Wait, any wish imaginable?|FRanX23x3]]

Honestly, you're kind of just annoyed that common street toughs are trying to hang out in Nerima, they should know better by now. You make your way towards them, calling out an "Oyyyyy," to get their attention as you approach.\n\nApparently several <i>have</i> at least heard why they shouldn't be in this ward, since they start visibly, one stammering out, "Oh no! It's the Big Titty Redheaded Demon of Nerima!"\n\n"Don't use that kind of nickname!" you snarl, immediately snapping out a kick and launching him into the sky.\n\nThe others draw back a bit... then someone behind them starts putting on a show of laughing, and they part to let him through. This one's definitely the more flamboyant sort of tough, probably to make up for being scrawny and a bit short... he has his head mostly shaved, except for two long pieces spiked up and pointing slightly away from each other. His leather jacket is adorned with a bunch of pointy, V-shaped little dangly bits... even his teeth have similar decorations, you notice, as he smirks at you.\n\n"Kukuku... so you think you can come over here and hassle my guys, do you?"\n\n"Look, just clear out, you're bothering people," you reply flatly, shaking your head. Behind you, some of the small crowd that's gathered nods several times in sync.\n\n"Kukuku, if you want us to leave, you'll have to defeat me, the leader, Cutter Kid! But be warned, the only way you'll make me go is by taking part in the fiendishly difficult mystical combat I'm a secret practitioner of!" Smirking, he slowly and dramatically brings out one hand, displaying a gleaming golden bracelet with a clear round stone in it. His eyes flash as he continues, the presentation only slightly ruined by his rather silly voice, "Something far harder, more dangerous, and more complex than any mere combat style!"\n\n"Ehhh?! Really?!" you squeal happily, leaning in with your fists under your chin, eyes sparkling. "What is it, what is it?!"\n\nHe smirks, tilting his head, one eye flashing. "Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon."\n\nYou immediately whirl around and start walking off. "I'm leaving."\n\n"Ehhhh?! H-hey, you can't just go, that's not cool!" Cutter Kid calls, his exclamation taking on a whiny tone. One of his punks leans down and whispers in his ear, making him give an "Ah!" before scrambling to reassume his smirk. "Well, if it's too hard and challenging for you, we ca-"\n\nYou're immediately back in front of him, snatching the bracelet out of his hand and slapping it on your wrist. "Let's do this." You blink a bit as the stone on the bracelet swirls and turns a bright red to match your hair. Wait, is this seriously some magical stuff?\n\n"Now you're bound by the Sacred Trinity Oath!" Cutter Kid announces smugly, puffing out his chest. "If you ever break the sacred covenants of Jan-Ken-Pon by cheating in a match or failing to live up to an agreement made for a match, the gods will punish you! This is the law set down by the Grandmaster!"\n\n"Yeah, whatever, Cuts Himself."\n\n"IT'S CUTTER!"\n\n"Just agree that if I beat you, you and your annoying buddies will leave Nerima and never come back, at least without cleaning up and looking presentable."\n\n"Ha! Fine! But if I win..." He cups his chin, eyes glinting. "Then you have to become our tagalong girl, and do everything an impressionable girl taken with gang members would do!" The rest of the gang immediately starts making lewd finger-grasping gestures and drooling, making you draw back slightly in disgust.\n\n"<i>Terms accepted</i>," a voice says from both your wrist and Cutter's, making you stare down at it. "<i>Match ready.</i>"\n\n"Ha ha ha! You'll never win this, Red! Take this!" Kid Cutter howls exultantly, bringing his fist up. "Jan-Ken-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Pon, Paper!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-Pon, Stone!"|FRanX23x2]]\n\n[["-Pon, fist to the chin."|FRanX23xEnd1]]

You become convinced the whole thing was some weird hunger-induced hallucination. In fact after a time you've pretty much forgotten it.\n\nYou spend several years on the streets, drifting around, not sure of what to do. You eventually get into a halfway house where a helpful social worker helps you study for and get your GED. You attend trade school and wind up able to do some basic computer repairs. You develop a bit of a passion for working out and develop a fairly nice body, but you just never feel that excited about much of anything, including relationships.\n\nYou eventually discover shemale porn, and for awhile that kind of gets you off, even though most of it is with guys, and the shemales usually have mostly soft, shriveled peckers. But then you discover 4chan and /d/, and from there numerous other sites featuring big-dicked shemales fucking cute girls. While most peoples' fetishes broaden over time, yours narrow... you find you can really only get off to images of muscular, tan shemales fucking pretty blonde girls. At least once you discover the world of commissioning artwork you can get plenty more of your preferred material.\n\nStill, even though it gets you off, you always feel sort of empty. You never really develop a relationship or go very far in life. It seems you're about as happy as you can get doing a basic job, working out, and fapping to your fetish. Still, sometimes your dreams are haunted by sparkling blue eyes that dull over with sadness.\n\n<b>Shemale Barbarian</b> end - <i>An ordinary life full of longing</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[This makes me sad. Let me go back and choose Amanda!|ShemaleBarbarian3x10]]\n\n[[I liked being a shemale barbarian, let me do that over!|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[Let's start over from character generation!|CharGenMain]]

"I dunno, I guess I'd like a family that's... y'know, sort of stand-out, like not just some people who live together, people that are... well, I guess I kind of don't want just a family, but like a <i>super</i> family, y'know?" you answer with a little shrug.\n\n"A <i>super</i> family, hm?" Santa says in that weird jolly-solemn way that really good mall Santas have perfected, raising a gloved hand to dramatically rub his chin. "Well! Santa thinks he can take care of that! Now, why don't you go with this nice elf here, and he'll help you out with getting to your new family!"\n\nYou're a little leery that you're just going to be led away to a security guard who's going to call the cops on you or something, but suddenly you feel a little too tired to really try and run out. You somewhat mechanically follow the short man back into a Christmas-themed office, sort of resigning yourself as he hops into a chair behind a green and red computer and starts typing away. Then you blink as he hands you an envelope. "What's this?"\n\n"Your plane tickets and travel ID! Please head through that door there, a car will take you to the airport! Merry Christmas!"\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times... then just nod and head out through the indicated door, numbly climbing into the back of the waiting car, which almost immediately takes off. You open the envelope and find that it does in fact have plane tickets in it, and a passport, with your picture and the name 'Eric Amazing' in it. ... Hunh.\n\nYou keep expecting things to take a 'lol tricked you' turn and for the police to spring out and drag you back to your old home, but about halfway through the flight over the ocean in your first-class seat you kinda-sorta start to get the sense that maybe this is actually happening. You're really going to a new home?! Somehow a theme park Santa got you adopted just like that?! This can't be legit... but it certainly seems to be! At least that's your feeling after eating several surprisingly good meals on the flight over, sleeping, and waking up to find that you're landing. There's even a driver at the airport with 'Eric Amazing' on his board, driving an even fancier car than the last one to drive you downtown. You're not sure you're actually in London, but you're definitely somewhere in Britain. Wow.\n\nYou're directed to head into a fairly tall skyscraper and hit the penthouse button. When the doors open, you step out to be greeted with a literal cheer (of varying levels of enthusiasm) from the three people waiting. One's a middle-aged man, very regal-looking with grey at the temples of his short, businesslike styled brown hair, wearing a tweed suit. Another (the most enthusiastic cheer-er) is a somewhat younger woman with long, thick, wavy auburn hair, small round glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, a cream-colored sweater with black skirt and hose, and... wow, those are <i>big</i> boobs, each one looks about the size of your head! The other person (and least enthusiastic cheer-er) is a girl who looks like she's about nineteen or twenty, and like a sleeker, slightly taller version of the other woman, but with straight brown hair with a streak of purple in it, the back pulled into a ponytail with two falls of it framing her face, wearing jeans and a snug purple long-sleeved shirt. (She's also got a big chest, but more standard-big, not "holy wow" big.) \n\n"Welcome home, Eric!" the man declares in a warm, strong voice, stepping forward to rest a hand on your shoulder. "I'm your new father, Sir Rupert Amazing. This is your new mother, Lady Hazel..."\n\n"It's so nice to meet you!" the auburn-haired woman declares, stepping forward to hug you tightly and smooshing your face into her boobs, leaving you squirming and not sure how to react other than a murmured 'Thanks?'\n\n"And this is your new sister, Elaine," Sir Rupert continues.\n\n"Hey," she says, not unkindly necessarily, but without much enthusiasm, raising a hand in a little wave.\n\n"We've been really hoping to adopt another child for some time," Hazel says as she takes a step back, smiling brightly at you as she rests her hands on your upper arms. "But, well, for certain reasons it had to be a somewhat unique child, so we looked into very particular avenues of adoption."\n\n"And that's how you came to us. Now, Eric, we've got some things planned as a welcome celebration, among them showing you around and your room, but before that, there's something we must adress." Sir Rupert looks solemn as he slips a pipe out of his jacket pocket and shifts it a bit in his fingers. "Trust is extremely important in this family. You have to be willing to share a great deal and not hide things from one another. Now, we have no intention of turning you away or chastising you if you feel you cannot share that level of trust with us right away, but it's still important to ask... can you do that? Can you tell us everything, so that you can receive that trust in return?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can.|RunFF1x1]]\n\n[[You can't.|RunFF]]

Hunh. Well, the "R Position" job sounds like it's the least work... obviously, it's the least pay too, but you're more looking for a roof over your head and meals in your belly than you are to fill a bank account. And they'll guarantee that for two whole years? Heck, at that point you could go out and apply for normal jobs, and you'd have ten thousand bucks in the bank to start a new life with, long after anyone from your old one would have stopped looking for you. Sounds about perfect! You quickly check the box next to 'R Position' and proffer the sheet and pen back to the elf. It takes him a moment to notice, and he sets aside his comic with bad grace and sits up to take them.\n\nHe does perk up a little bit when he sees your selection. "Oh, good. Been waitin' on someone to take that position for months, it was gettin' on into the year and we were worryin' no one would take it. Glad t'have ya aboard, junior." He leans over the table to offer his hand, and you give it a shake, feeling a bit of warmth already at the praise. He hops down from his chair and sets off towards one of the buildings, and you follow after him quickly. Passing through the candy-striped door, the two of you walk through hallways that are bustling with more elves, both of the short, scowly male variety and the tall buxom female variety. Eventually a much more deserted hallway leads to a large interior that looks like a barn or stable of some sort, with long rows of fairly sizeable stalls. You look at the elf leading you curiously, but he just walks blithely ahead, not even checking to see if you're following. He shows you all the way to the end of the rows, then gestures to an open stall. You peer in, finding it empty, save for the accoutrements. There's a thick layer of straw on the floor, a wooden stool, and... a television stand with a TV on it? There's also a bookshelf, though it doesn't have anything in it. Is it some sort of... theme motel room?\n\n"Well, go on. Get inside," the elf encourages brusquely. You stare at him for a moment, but lacking anything better to do, you step into the stall and take a longer look around at the fittings. The elf steps away for a minute or so, then returns with a large metal bowl of... it looks like hay or something, with sugar crystals dotted all over it. "You'll wanna eat alla this," he grunts out as he sets it down. "And probably wanna take those clothes off, first. I'll come check on ya in a few hours." And with that, he swings the stall door closed and walks off, presumably to return to manning the employment booth.\n\nA little stunned, you just stare at the stall door... which is fairly easy to see through, since it's just some crossed wooden boards and whatnot... and then down at the bowl. Get naked? Eat <i>hay</i>? Okay, you can believe they got you to play a reindeer or whatever, but shouldn't that involve putting on a big silly costume, not getting naked and eating hay? Is this some sort of method acting encouragement? Who would actually do that?\n\nOn the other hand, you're apparently bound by contract now, and you do need this job to have somewhere to stay and some... well, some<i>thing</i> to eat...\n\n<hr>\n[[Strip, then eat the hay.|XDeer1x2]]\n\n[[No way, just take a seat and wait for that guy to come back.|XDeerplaceholder]]

Well. Really, what else are you gonna do? You need this job, you literally don't have anywhere else to go. Sighing, you pull off your shirts to reveal your scrawny torso, folding them halfheartedly and tossing them onto one of the shelves. You step out of your sneakers and socks and set those next to the bookshelf, feeling like they're likely to be full of hay should you try to put them back on. You hesitate, eyeing the not very concealing door, but finally you start undoing your jeans, your cheeks burning as you do. You slip your jeans and underwear over your slim hips and lean legs, and give your jeans a similarly halfhearted fold before setting them atop your shirts.\n\nYou stand there naked for a few moments, hands covering your limp cock... though undressing in not-quite-private has started to have some effect, your shaft rising up a little and threatening to go all the way should it get much more stimulation. You do your best to focus your attention on what may be the more difficult of tasks ahead of you... the bowlful of hay. Unlike the dried stuff you're currently standing on, it looks green and smells fresh, even from where you're standing. Picking up the bowl you give it a sniff, realizing that it does indeed smell sweet... you assume from the things that look like sugar crystals all over it. Also, maybe it's just your imagination, but it seems like you can hear a faint tinkling sound like dozens of tiny chimes... probably just because the sugary bits are so bright they seem to sparkle even in the completely normal light of the stable.\n\nShrugging, you move over to the stool and carefully take a seat, almost jumping as your bare ass and balls touch the wood. Dang, that's cold! In fact, you're starting to realize it's really cold in here period, like someone's got the AC cranked way the hell up. Well... at least it's helping keep you from getting that embarrassing stiffy. Settling the bowl in your lap... and again jumping a bit as the cold metal hits your bare thighs... you pick up a small handful, take a deep breath, and stuff it in your mouth.\n\nThe first mouthful is difficult. It's like eating a big bunch of raw bean sprouts in texture, and it's not a whole lot better in flavor, except for the undertaste of something sweet and... tingly? It's almost like the straw is, what, carbonated? Maybe the sugar stuff is actually pop rocks, you muse as you pick up another small handful and chew, finding this one goes down a lot easier. It's nowhere near as bad as you thought, at least, and as you eat you find yourself actually starting to appreciate the flavor of it. Enough that, at first, you don't notice the changes as they start stealing over your body.\n\nAt first they're subtle, your skinny form putting on a very thin layer of padding, but also gaining a bit of lean muscle under that as well, your legs, arms, and torso retaining their slender, youthful look but a bit more athletic and healthy. Next is a bit more fantastic: your peachfuzz body hair starting to get thicker but softer, taking on a darker brown color. At first the only thing you notice is that it's starting to get warmer, but after a few moments you notice the fur covering your hand. You yelp in shock, almost dropping the bowl as you look down at yourself. You're... fuzzy! Most of your body is now covered in a layer of soft brown fur, with a lighter cream color down your chest and inner thighs. You can also feel a building ache in your head, like the worst sinus headache ever starting to come on. What's happening to you?!\n\nEven amidst the panic, you can feel a strong desire to keep eating from the bowl in front of you, your tongue and mouth tingling with the sensation of it. Is that what's doing this to you?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to the urge to eat.|XDeerplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give in to the urge to panic.|XDeerplaceholder]]

As you move the slider for 'preference for form', Ranma quickly shifts, growing shorter, chest bulging out into large breasts, hips widening, hair turning red. ... Huh. The fact that there was any visible shift at all instead of "poof" kind of implies you could get something between the two if you messed around enough. ... Well, maybe a thought for later.\n\nOnce you've shifted Ranma to girl mode and made sure she prefers to stay that way, you switch over to the sliders for Loyalty and Devotion to Player. You also find one called 'Affection for Player' and move that up a fair bit, before bumping the 'Submissive' option up to about halfway along the slider. There, that should produce a devoted girlfriend.\n\n... Although, you muse as you look at the sliders. You could go a bit further. Bumping up a couple of these a bit more could, say, make her not just a devoted girlfriend/wife, but something more akin to a classic "consort"... or, since it's anime, you guess the appropriate term would be <i>harem</i> member, heh. Heck, at that point she'd probably be glad to see you bang other girls and potentially add them to your collection. Or you could just make her outright worship you... crank her devotion up to the point that she'd do anything for you, no matter what you did or how you treated her. ... Crank her affection for you up too, and she'd basically become a lovestruck minion who'd gleefully do whatever you said.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah, just stick with happy, devoted girlfriend.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Hey, harem building sounds fun!|RanPP15x2]]\n\n[[A girl that worships you, you say?|RanPP]]\n\n[[Your very own redheaded, big-boobed Harley Quinn, you say?|RanPP]]

Yeah, that's not even that big of an alteration, as you figure it, you basically just bump the sliders up a bit further than you've already moved them and... there, that should do it. You hit the 'Apply now' button, and the menu closes, Ranma blinking a few times as the world springs back into motion, as if mildly confused by suddenly being in female form... or subtly confused at the alterations you've performed on her mind. Whichever it is, it clears as she locks eyes on you again, her cheeks coloring a little bit and nipples visibly stiffening under her shirt as she says, "I mean, ah, hi, Eric. Anything I can do for you?"\n\nAh yeah, now that's nice. For your answer you grin and step forward, sliding an arm around her waist and bringing your other hand up to cup one of her tits, starting to fondle it through the thin silk, making her gasp and squirm. Leaning down, you cover her lips with yours, finding her tongue eagerly moving to meet your own as you kiss her and continue squeezing her breast, feeling that stiff nipple rubbing your palm. It's not long before one of her own hands is gripping your stiff prick through your pants, stroking and rubbing, her moans against your lips and around your tongue only getting louder as she does, indicating it gives her almost as much pleasure to fondle you as it does to be fondled by you.\n\nYou undo the clasps of her shirt and push the front open, fondling her breast directly as it's bared, then pull back and grin at her. "Suck my balls."\n\n"Y-yeah," she murmurs, her face flushed. Her eyes just briefly dart towards the door, obviously concerned about being walked in on, but there's no real hesitation as she sinks to her knees in front of you and pulls down your pants, letting your stiff prick spring free. Soon she's once again moaning softly and happily as her mouth presses up against your sack, tongue washing and rolling over it, blue eyes gazing up at you adoringly... even as they occasionally continue to glance at the door, obviously not <i>so</i> devoted that she realizes the two of you are doing this in the middle of the room, in the middle of the day, in a house where interruptions are the norm. (You're going to bet on the game letting you have some private time... and hey, if you do get interrupted, you can just solve that with the pendant, right?)\n\nYour idea would seem to be fairly borne-out by the fact that over the next half hour of Ranma sucking your balls into her mouth, licking them, kissing them and generally worshiping them, no one walks through the door. The fact that she moans softly in faint pleasure every time you stroke her hair is a nice touch. Eventually you guide her back further a bit, using your other hand to angle your cock down and push between her lips. She swallows you down eagerly as you urge her onto your cock, your teeth briefly dragging over your lower lip at the feel of both her eager, sucking mouth and tight throat engulfing you. "Therrre you go," you murmur encouragingly to her. You pause briefly, then smirk even more as you add, "Better impress me with your cocksucking, Ranma. Don't want me to get hooked on some other girl's blowjobs instead."\n\nYou see a brief flicker of some mingling of jealousy, arousal, and intense competitiveness in her eyes before she starts rapidly bobbing her head over your cock, her tongue going absolutely wild all over your shaft as she clearly does her best to please you and get you hooked on <i>her</i> blowjobs the most. And her tongue is definitely agile, at some points almost feeling like it's wrapping around you... you vaguely recall some episode about an eating competition, but your brain's a little overwhelmed with pleasure at the moment to go chasing that idea. In fact it's not long before you let out a loud moan and start spilling your load into her mouth, Ranma eagerly gulping it down. \n\nPanting a bit, you urge her back, then finally shrug out of your shirt, Ranma taking the hint and quickly squirming out of her pants, this time not even glancing at the door as if having given up caring about the idea of being caught. Within seconds you're pumping away in her, your balls slapping against her taint, Ranma's arms and legs wrapped around you as she moans out your name eagerly, her pussy already fluttering and squeezing and occasionally spurting wetly around you as she cums repeatedly from finally getting fucked. "Your pussy feels so good," you murmur in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "Wonder how good other girls' feel?"\n\n"Fuuuck, you should definitely fuck as many girls as you want, just keep fucking me, please, please," Ranma moans back, arching her back beneath you to press her quivering, cumming pussy up more to your thrusts. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I became a girl just so I could belong to you, fuuuuck," she whimpers, obviously cumming even harder at the verbal renouncing of her manhood to be your fuckpet.\n\nOf course, between the physical feel of her tight pussy cumming around you, squeezing you and trying to milk you, practically every few thrusts and that kind of ego stroking, it's not long before you give your own moan and bury your cock in her to the hilt, filling that shuddering, practically pleading pussy with your second load. Ranma mewls happily underneath you, her short nails dragging lightly down your back, a soft, whimpered "Thank yoooou" escaping her lips.\n\nOnce you sit up and pull out, you take a moment to just admire your handiwork... a very cute redhead laying sprawled on the floor, sweaty and panting and looking blissed-out, her pussy still slightly spread and leaking your cum out onto the floor. She definitely looks like a thoroughly conquered and happy harem member to you~! Now what to do with her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Set her to doing domestic chores.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Move right to conquering more harem members.|RanPP15x3]]

"Here's a hint," you say with a smirk. "It's both exactly like and completely different than what you're thinking of."\n\n"... Huh?" he says with a blank look, before giving a yip as his bonds suddenly swing him around to face towards the floor, lowering him to the ground and forcing him into a doggy style position. "H-hey lady, I know I usually go around on all fours, but-"\n\n"Butt indeed," you chirp, making him squirm as you run a hand over his skinny ass. Then you toss off your loincloth, revealing the long, thick pole of your prick, quite a bit larger than his own. He must be able to see the reflection in the window because he gives a horrified squeak and starts struggling against the magical bonds holding him. But you grab his waist before he can do too much wriggling, sliding the blunt tip of your dark grey cock up against his bright green pucker, then starting to push in, watching the tight little virgin hole gradually spread around you.\n\n"Nooooo," Beast Boy groans in protest, his cock flagging to half-mast beneath him, even as a drop of pre leaks from the tip and drips onto the floor. But as you keep sliding the thick thing inside him, his cock gradually stiffens back up, jutting below his belly as he makes humiliated little whimpers.\n\n"Mmm, yes, you feel how much bigger I am than you?" you coo at him as you slide all the way in, balls easily twice the size of his pressing against his sack as you grind your hips. You take a moment to pull off the band around your breasts and toss it, baring your nearly-black nipples as the superhero whimpers beneath you. "Just on cock size alone it's clear I'm meant to be the master and you the bitch, don't you think?" you add as you start thrusting, pumping your cock with smooth, deliberate strokes, letting him feel every inch of you that slides in and out of his ass.\n\n"N-no way," he tries to protest, even as he lets out a loud moan of pleasure, his cheeks coloring with shame as he does.\n\n"Don't be silly, boy," you say with a laugh as you begin gradually thrusting harder, making him pant with every breath. "I've already turned you gay with this big fat cock in your little bitch ass, you'd never be able to get off to anything else!" There's a whimper from your victim as he apparently realizes it's true, his cock giving a jump and dribbling more pre onto the floor. His eyes roll up some and his tongue lolls out as you begin pounding faster, your large tits jiggling with the impact of your hips against his, the sound of your hefty grey sack slapping his smaller green one audible throughout the room.\n\nYou can feel him getting close, now's the time to destroy-\n\n<hr>\n[[-his mind.|Rook2x1]]\n\n[[-his masculinity.|Rook1x4]]

Probably best to start from the bottom and work your way up to the true goal, eliminate the worst chances for meddling. Let's see, from what you know of them, the one with the least power when taken by surprise but also the most potential to really throw a monkey wrench into your plans if left until later would be... Beast Boy.\n\nYou slip up the levels and along the hallway, taking a moment to cast small privacy spells on the doors of the other rooms... a very subtle mental effect that means that anything from outside the room simply won't stir their attention. You stop in front of Beast Boy's room and flick your hand towards the security panel, a black glow briefly surrounding it before the door slides open. The green-haired, green-skinned boy is currently listening to music with his earbuds in, dancing around obliviously. At least, until you surround his arms, legs, and throat with your power, the boy giving a yelp as he's yanked into the air and wheeled around to face you, earbuds falling out and away. "H-hey! What the heck are you-" His eyes open wide. "Y-you look like-"\n\n"Yes, quite," you say dryly with a snap of the fingers, Beast Boy giving another yelp as his bodysuit is abruptly ripped away, leaving his body naked, green cock flopping free... then starting to rise as you sashay towards him, his shocked eyes nevertheless fixed on the bounce and sway of your tits, his mouth falling open and a little bit of drool running down his chin. He gives his head a quick shake and refocuses on your face as you smirk at him. "My name is Rook, and my and Raven's father sent me here for revenge."\n\n"Hey, you leave Raven alone!" he snaps, growling and flexing his skinny arms and legs... then looks shocked. "I... I can't change!"\n\n"Oh, you can, just not of your own will. Trust me, I have some changes in mind for you," you reply, red eyes dancing.\n\n"W-what're you gonna do to me?!" he squeaks, though his eyes sneak a glance down towards your tits again. Too bad for him that he hasn't really managed to look lower, since your own cock has gradually been rising up and lifting the flap of your loincloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Transform him.|Rook3x1]]\n\n[[Fuck him.|Rook1x3]]

Well, Father wouldn't have granted you all these amazing powers if he didn't want you to use them. You smile, your cock giving the faintest stir as you imagine how you can twist the bodies and minds of the little hero team within.\n\nYou carefully slip up to the door and put your hand to the reading pad. Funny thing about being demon offspring, the genes tend to breed truer to the demon half, and the door chirps a quiet 'Good afternoon, Raven' before sliding open to admit you. Cloaking yourself in a concealment spell, you stride through the empty communal area, searching out a terminal you can use to access the security system. Between your own skills and a bit of magic you easily break in (honestly, it's not that hard, you'd think it was easy on purpose to facilitate villains doing this), and check on the locations of the Titans. It looks like Beast Boy, Robin, and Cyborg are all in their own rooms, while Raven and Starfire seem to be meditating (you think) in Starfire's room.\n\nSo, targets acquired. Hm, now how to deal with them...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Start with the boys.|Rook1x2]]\n\n[[Start with the girls.|Rook4x1]]\n\n[[All at once.|Rook]]

Hm, let's see, let's see, where to start, you think as you stroke your cock a bit, still enjoying the view of the thoroughly-fucked Ranma. If you were just going to go for collecting all the girls, the obvious one to move on to would be Akane... after all, she's the one most likely to cause problems if you add more harem members before her. If you wanted to, say, have a more <i>profitable</i> use for your harem, it would make sense to add Nabiki first... she'd probably have a lot of good ideas on how to put the others (and herself) to work making money for you. (Not that you need it, it's just the principle of the thing.) Or if you wanted them all to focus on being good, obedient little harem girls (likely staying barefoot and pregnant), you could make Kasumi your first target so that she could teach all the others her secrets of being an eternally pleasant teenage housewife.\n\nHm. Or! Casting your mind back to the sexiest of the Ranma girls, there's the Chinese Amazon, Shampoo... the only one who actually seemed to know how to use her sex appeal. If you wanted to make sure your harem all knew how to be sexy little fuckpets, she's definitely where to start.\n\n<hr>\n[[Start with Akane.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Start with Nabiki.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Start with Kasumi.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Start with Shampoo.|RanPP]]

You stand there between the two, shamefaced and letting your head hang a bit, your cock still half-hard and drooping forward at an angle as you squirm between their gaze.\n\n"Awww, he's so cute," Mai chirps, grinning impishly. "I say we keep him, Chunbuns, he'll be a lot of fun."\n\n"I have to agree, since I haven't gotten a piece of his cute little ass yet," Chun-Li agrees, giving you a little push on the shoulder. "Alright you, march, we'll tell you where to turn. And stop calling me Chunbuns," she adds with a glance aside at Mai.\n\nYou try to use both hands to cover your cock as you're forced to walk naked in front of the pair of cosplayers, who at least get to tuck themselves away again and look outwardly normal. It's a small mercy that they lead you through mostly abandoned back areas and walkways, so that there are fewer people to see your glistening, jizz-smeared face or the cum leaking out of your ass and down the backs of your legs. But several times you pass other female cosplayers, all of them greeting your captors like friends and leering a bit at you, making you wilt in humiliation under their gaze.\n\nEventually they guide you inside some sort of apartment building (right there in the park, oddly enough) and into the elevator, Mai even ordering you to press the button with a snicker. Once you disembark on the fifth floor, Mai steps forward to use her keycard on the door, allowing the three of you entry into what looks more like a sprawling hotel suite than a simple apartment.\n\n"Alright, you, bathroom's in there," Mai says, pointing at a doorway. "Go clean yourself up and make yourself pretty for us. If you're good, we'll even take you out to dinner once we've had a bit more fun with you."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you answer meekly, turning and making your way into the bathroom. It is a nice one with a big shower and an even bigger tub, and you have to admit that despite the situation it will be nice to be clean again. There's a sizeable collection of different brands and types of product to use sitting on a shelf... you're going to have to actually pick out some product before you can even get clean.\n\n<hr>\n[[Persimmon Princess™ Shampoo.|HLMai3x4]]\n\n[[GREATHAMMER™ ULTRA SMEAR!!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Happypup™ Scrub'n'Wash.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Genericlean Liquid Soap.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Lusty Lady Lather.|HLMai5x1]]

Infusing dark power into your balls, you begin yanking Beast Boy back against your thrusts, pounding him even harder and driving your cock even deeper into his ass, making him yowl near-constantly. "Take it, you little bitch!" you snarl. "I'm going to turn you into the little worthless cumdump you were meant to be! Beg for it! <b>Beg for it</b>!"\n\n"F-fuck!" he almost sobs, breaking a moment before you cut loose. "Make me a cumdump, please!"\n\nGroaning eagerly, you shove forward, pushing your cock deep inside him and cutting loose with a load of demonically empowered cum. Beast Boy's eyes roll up completely in his head, his entire body trembling as his own cock starts shooting long streamers fo milky white forward to splatter on the floor. But with every shot his cock gets a little limper and a little smaller, the already slender proportions of his body altering just a little further to make his shoulders curvier, ass rounder, hips with a little more sleek curvature. By the time you've spilled the last of your load, his tiny, limp cock is still dribbling a stream of cum onto the floor, his entirely feminine moans of pleasure caressing your ears.\n\nSlowly, you pull out of him and stand up, releasing the grip of your magic around his limbs and throat. He stays in position and trembles for a few moments, before slowly rising to his knees and turning to face you. Then he crawls forward and, without a word, fastens his soft, pretty lips around your cockhead, eyes turning upward to watch you as he stuffs his now much prettier face with your prick.\n\n"There's a good girl," you coo, stroking a hand over his hair, idly making it grow longer with each stroke until it's down below his shoulderblades. "You know who owns you, don't you, Beast Boi?"\n\n"You do, mistress," he whimpers in his soft, girly voice.\n\n"And what's your reason for existing?"\n\n"To please cocks, mistress," he answers right before going back to licking and kissing at yours worshipfully.\n\nYou give a soft laugh of accomplishment. Even if you did nothing else, Beast Boi is done as a superhero. Your corruption has insured he doesn't even have the necessary aggressive drive to do anything but think about being a cocksleeve. Hm, now to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Abscond with him.|Rook]]\n\n[[Use him against Robin.|Rook]]

Smirking, you turn slightly and toss the naked Senshi onto the bed, the teenager oofing and jiggling as she lands. By the time she's finished bouncing a bit you're practically on top of her, grabbing her legs and lifting them up, spreading them wide to show off her spread pussy as you tug her to the edge of the bed. You allow your spit-shined black cock to flop against her belly, the tip brushing against the undersides of her tits.\n\n"Now, my worthless little slut," you rumble as you lightly work your hips, rubbing your fuzzy balls against her sodden pussy. "I'm going to fuck your cunt and make you cum so thoroughly that you will completely lose all your free will." You smirk at the shudder of mixed desire and horror that runs through her as her lust-glazed eyes widen. "You will never again have a single thought that isn't about how to serve me, service me, or please me in some way. And I want you to beg me to do it to you."\n\n"I... I..." Rei stammers, obviously trying to rally the very last of her crumbling willpower and resistance... right until you reach down and use your hand to lift your pole and bring it down with a firm smack against her belly, a spatter of precum smearing all over her tits. Her eyes roll slightly as she cums just from that, her body shuddering and twitching, her freed leg wrapping around you. "Nnnnnhfuuuuck yes, yes please, fuck out my free will, fuck me into your loyal slave, I don't fucking care anymore just please fuck me, make me your fucktoy, do it, please please please!"\n\nWell, she seems sincere enough. Smirking, you shift your hips, bringing yourself back and placing the tip of your prick to her already quivering, practically gushing cunt as the Senshi cums repeatedly just from knowing she's finally going to get pounded into the mattress. You go nice and slow, letting her feel your ink-black prick spreading her open and slipping deeper and deeper into her quivering, grasping cunt. The head of your cock has barely slipped fully inside of her when she arches, eyes rolling and tongue lolling, her whole body quivering in intense orgasm as a glowing pink symbol appears on the front of her crotch... a magical sign of her complete and total submission to you, mind, body, and soul.\n\n<img src="images/7oo9Ur0.png">\n\n'Pathetic,' you think smugly, starting to roll your hips and pump into her, the Senshi moaning and yowling like an animal in heat as you pump deeper and deeper inside her, the cock-shaped bulge in her belly showing the progress of your prick. Rei grasps fistfuls of the sheets, bucking and twisting as you fuck her, continuing to be utterly shameless about voicing her orgasmic delight at being raped by her new inhuman owner. The outline of your cock pumps along her belly every time you move your hips, practically nudging up between her jiggling, sweat-glistening tits as they wobble and shake atop her chest with her movements and the impacts of your hips against her, your balls slapping against her ass. She's still cumming almost constantly, her pussy molding itself further and further to your prick with every quivering, squeezing climax, her juices soaking the fur of your balls and leaving them to sling wet droplets as they impact against her. \n\nYou do want to give her time to adjust and for your youma energy to take proper hold of her... if you fuck her too long or too thoroughly, you're likely to destroy her mind and waste a perfectly good devoted fuckslave, after all! Snarling a bit, lips drawing back from sharp teeth, you shove forward, starting to pump thick, voluminous gushes of cum into her as she arches and screams, eyes rolled completely up and a brainless smile of orgasmic glee on her lips as her tongue juts. You spill just enough cum into her to somewhat eliminate the outline of your prick before pulling out of her, using one hand to give yourself a few strokes, painting most of her front with thick, creamy streamers that are soon almost completely coating her belly, breasts, and face.\n\nYou drop her legs and watch as, completely unprompted, the Senshi quickly scrambles up onto all fours and turns around, starting to lick and suck the remaining smears and drops of cum off of your cock, her hands wandering along your shaft worshipfully. "Mmmnn, thank you for fucking my free will out, Master," she practically purrs. "It feels sooooo good not to be a real person anymore, thank you Master, thank you," she moans into your damp balls, sucking some of her own girlcum off of your fur.\n\n"Yes, yes," you acknowledge with a tolerant chuckle, resting a big hand on her cum-smeared hair. "Of course you should be grateful, pet."\n\n"Master, please tell me you're going to rape all of my friends into mewling, brainless bits of fuckmeat too," Rei continues, looking up at you adoringly as she kisses at the tip of your cock.\n\n"Mm," you reply thoughtfully, gazing upward in consideration as you push on her head, sliding your cock down her throat again and starting to absentmindedly fuck her face. Yes, obviously the rest of the Sailor Senshi need to fall as soon as possible... they're not the only barriers to your world conquest, but they are the most significant ones, being the most famous and therefore most powerful youma-hunting magical girls. You do feel a powerup already thrumming through your veins with the conquest of this first one... your powers are becoming greater and your aura of masculine dominance will be stronger. As you see it, you have two clear options.\n\nThe first is to go for the easiest to conquer Senshi, Sailor Venus. Already as close to being promiscuous as an all-ages anime could imply at the time in the source material, she's only been made worse with her manifestation as a sexually charged Worldland mascot. 'Slut' is probably putting it mildly. Your conquest of her would be virtually effortless, but still provide a decent power boost. You could gradually work your way up from her, gaining power bit by bit, until your abilities were strong enough to contend with the stronger Senshi without much of a problem. \n\nThe other option is, obviously, to start from the opposite end of the spectrum and go for the hardest to conquer Senshi, Sailor Uranus. Not only the least interested in men out of all the Senshi, but from some of the knowledge you've gleaned from your newfound power over Rei's mind, the least affected by the sexualization process Worldland put them through in their creation. There would be no simply waving your cock at her and having her quiver in anticipation... you'd need a solid plan. But after conquering her and her ostensible wife, Sailor Neptune, there would be virtually no challenge left for you. The rest would simply be a matter of you deciding exactly how you wanted to conquer the remaining Senshi. Hm, so who to start with...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Easiest.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Hardest.|HLSenshi14x4]]

Smirking, for your reply you reach down and flip aside the front flap of your loincloth. Instantly laid bare is your massive cock... the thick, ink-black tube of it hanging down and its large, humanlike head, as well as the heavy balls it's draped over that hang down between your muscular thighs.\n\nRei's eyes widen again, and she sucks in a hard breath, her skin actually starting to shine with sweat, the scent of her arousal rapidly increasing and practically filling the room. "O-oh... oh God..." she whimpers, unable to take her eyes off your massive member. As you reach down and use your hand to give it a slight shake, a visible shudder runs through her body. And then, as you begin to harden, the already impressive length of flesh gaining even more thickness as it rises up, she gives a whimper and collapses to her knees, the ofuda falling from limp fingers as her hips twitch and jerk in orgasm, rivulets of girlcum running down her inner thighs.\n\n"You are now mine," you announce with another booming chuckle as you approach her, your now fully erect prick looming over her and casting a shadow across her face as she stares up at it in a mixture of fear and worshipful awe.\n\n"N-no... no, I..." Rei whimpers, mouth opening and closing, only to give an 'MMF' as you press lightly on the back of her head, pushing her face against your heavy black ballsack. Her gloved hands press to your thighs and she thrashes feebly... without actually trying to get away. But only for a few seconds before she slumps, her breathing hot and deep against your skin. You pull her back to find her eyes glazed with lust, her expression dazed. "Yes... yes, yours," she groans. \n\nSmirking again, you draw your hips back, and she eagerly opens her mouth wide and juts out her tongue. You shove forward roughly, impaling her mouth on your powerful prick, her throat bulging obscenely as you shove almost half of the immense pole in with one go. Her eyes roll up, and from the hard swallowing she does around you, her hands clenching on your legs, and the intense shudder that runs through her body, you can tell she's having what might be the most powerful orgasm of her life from you shoving your dick in her mouth. "Yes, that's right, you worthless piece of fuckmeat," you rumble in an affectionate tone as you begin thrusting your hips, pumping back and forth and working your thick prick deeper into her throat, the kneeling Senshi gagging and quagging and occasionally cumming, a puddle of her own juices steadily growing on the floor between her knees. "You're mine now, and you're going to enjoy every single moment of my raping you, using you. You know you are, aren't you?"\n\nAs if in answer, or perhaps because you've finally hilted in her mouth, Rei cums so hard her eyes roll up almost completely in her head. She writhes in front of you with her bulged throat and stiff nipples and gushing pussy, crimson-painted lips stretched wide around the thick root of your cock, tears from her air being cut off streaking down her cheeks and leaving smears of mascara.\n\nSnorting half in pleasure and half in derision, you yank her back and off, your massive black dick springing free and swaying in the air, glistening with a thick layer of spit. Rei gasps loudly, trembling hard as she remains on her knees before you, panting and sucking in air as she stares up with those lust-gazed eyes, silently pleading for you to use her more. You grip a hand around her neck and lift her into the air, the Senshi letting herself dangle limply like a loyal cat, only giving a loud gasp as you grab the front of her costume and rip it off, the red and white garment tearing to shreds and leaving her mostly naked, even moreso as you use a claw to slice off each glove, her heels falling off as whatever force held them in place is apparently broken by the destruction of the rest of her outfit.\n\nHm, but how to use her...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her your loyal slave.|HLSenshi14x3]]\n\n[[Use her for breeding.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her brains out.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Fuck her to death.|HLSenshi22x1]]

You have to admit, if you're going to have your body taken over either way, you may as well enjoy the process of dominating girls and making them your playthings.\n\n"Yes, good, mortal. You will not regret joining yourself to me."\n\nYou'd begun to feel scrunched into a ball somewhere deep within your own transformed body, but now it feels like you're stretching out... more than that, like you're growing, expanding. As if you were a liquid and there was more of you by the moment, flowing outward to fill up the volume of the body, pressing out until your sleek furry skin feels alive with the thrill of it, until you're pressing outward against those muscles and feeling every slight flex of them, every powerful beat of your heart sending blood surging through powerful arms and legs and brain and cock.\n\n"And now we have become one," you boom exultantly, flexing your fists a few times. "The Senshi shall fall, becoming nothing but drooling cocksleeves, as they are meant to be!"\n\nAs if on cue, the door begins to open, and you wheel around to face it. The Senshi returns!\n\n<hr>\n[[Confront her as you are|HLSenshi14x1a]]\n\n[[Pretend to be Eric.|HLSenshi24x1]]

Well, if you're going to be hiding out in a program for who knows how long, you might as well get full benefits out of it. Besides, with how pervy the programmers probably are, normal mode is probably just a menu of how many ways you could get molested. As opposed to, y'know, doing the molesting. You reach out and touch the 'Debug Character' option, and almost instantly the room around you dissolves into a simple, Japanese-style room that's almost empty other than a few basic pieces of furniture.\n\nRanma himself is sitting nearby, his legs folded and leaned back on his hands, apparently staring at the ceiling. He's also as still as a statue, apparently frozen in time. You glance down at yourself and find a body with a build not unlike your own (before the guys at the Digitizer started messing with it, that is)... a brief pat-down shows that you've got more muscle and are packing a bit more, but that's about it, you seem to be back to being a guy, and wearing a similar outfit to Ranma himself, loose black pants and a sleeveless shirt that buttons up the front, just that yours is blue instead of red. As you're doing your check of yourself, a flat plane with text opens in front of you.\n\n<span style="font-family: terminal,monaco;">Welcome to the Ranma 3/X sim's debug mode. Options here are to allow playtesters to check the game's adaptive AI programs to see how easily they can be bent and altered but still react realistically within the bounds of their programming. (That's our story and we're sticking to it.) To that end your character has increased stats, complete control over their gender-switching curse (it can be toggled in your character menu), the ability to generate a long list of items from the inventory screen, and access to other menus such as displaying character locations on the minimap or altering your avatar's dimensions. You can also choose one "Special Ability", which will manifest as an in-game item that gives you access to automatic abilities or additional debug menus.\n\n[[Personality Pendant|RanPP1x1]] - This debug item manifests as an ancient artifact worn around your neck. Touching it brings up a debug menu for all NPCs in the immediate area, allowing you to alter their personality traits to suit your needs. (Minor physical or wardrobe changes may occur as the AI program adapts to the new input.)\n\n[[Tattoo of Allure|RanTat1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a tattoo on your forearm. Its passive ability is that NPCs will find it effectively impossible to resist your advances in spite of their own feelings and preferences, and indeed will find sex with you amazing (even addicting). Touching the tattoo will toggle it to active mode, where all NPCs will find you incredibly attractive and actively court you.\n\n[[Transformation Bracelet|RanBrace1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a bracelet on your right wrist. Touching it will bring up a menu for nearby NPCs allowing you access to their body shape sliders, as well as a list of other avatar forms to substitute for their current ones. There is also 'Texture Mode', which will allow you to briefly give orders to the NPC to pose a certain way before transforming them into some other material.\n\n[[Slaver Ring|RanRing1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a ring on your right ring finger. Pointing it at an NPC and pressing it with your thumb fits them with a slave collar that will force them to loyally obey your commands without altering their personality.\n\n[[Stop Watch|RanWatch1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a digital watch on your left wrist. Using it you can pause time as if you had a menu open, but actually move and interact with the environment in this state, or even rewind the simulation. It will also allow some control over characters, such as posing them in different ways or even altering their age.\n\n[[Silver Tongue Stud|RanStud1x1]] - This debug item manifests as an unobtrusive tongue piercing. Characters will be inclined to obey whatever you say... while they won't always immediately obey anything, they'll rarely become truly mad no matter what you say, and will at most require some convincing to do whatever they're told.\n\n[[Lewd Smartphone|RanPhone1x1]] - This debug item manifests as a smartphone with a suite of apps on it primarily focusing around mind control and hypnosis.\n\n[[None|RanDeb1x2]] - You'll gain no special debug item. Instead you'll gain large bonuses to all your stats, other characters won't actually be able to harm or stop you, and your access to the spawn menus and other features of the sim will vastly expand.</span>

You give Rei a mental nudge, and she immediately wraps her arms around Haruka in a tight embrace... as well as looping her legs over Haruka's. Then she tightens her grip, pinning Haruka's arms to her sides and forcing her legs to stay spread open, the blonde giving a bit of a yelp in shock, before trying to recover with a mildly amused expression. "Rei-chan, if you wanted to be on top, you just had to ask."\n\n"Oh, I'm not going to be on top," Rei replies smugly, as you coalesce out of the shadows, naked and with your immense ink-black cock jutting ahead of you. "He is."\n\n"Indeed," you chuckle, as Haruka looks over her shoulder at you and reacts with shock.\n\n"A youma! Rei, let me up to-!" She struggles, but the strength you've temporarily imbued your fuckpet with makes it as fruitless as a normal woman would find straining against metal. The blonde stares down at the raven-haired girl in horror. "Rei! How could you?!"\n\n"Don't worry, Haruka," Rei purrs as you climb up onto the bed, the frame creaking slightly as you move up behind the pair, their pussies practically pressed together, Haruka held utterly vulnerable and open by Rei's grip. "You'll enjoy being a cock-addicted slave, I promise. The constant craving for Master's dick and the knowledge you're not a real person anymore feels sooooo good."\n\n"No! Let me go!" the blonde snarls, still struggling as you run your hands up and down her back and over her ass. "You bastard! I'll never nnf!" She cuts off as you lightly slap your cock against her ass and rub it along her buttocks, making her squirm and buck in fury... well, mostly fury.\n\n"Silly bitch, you're already succumbing," you answer with a chuckle, giving her ass another squeeze as you stroke your cock along the cleft of her buttocks. "Part of you is already beginning to think 'Just put it in already', part of you is growing more eager with every stroke and touch, and that part is getting louder and louder by the second."\n\n"L-lies!" Haruka gasps out, though the shakiness in her voice says that she's trying to convince herself as much as you. She grits her teeth against a moan as you slide forward far enough to bump your balls up against her pussy. "I'd never... want a man's cock... especially not a filthy youma's... never...!"\n\n"Let's see how quickly 'never' comes," you chuckle as you draw back, placing the tip of your prick at her entrance and starting to slowly, gradually push inside, letting her feel every single millimeter as it slides gradually into her pussy, likely never before touched by anything but tongues, fingers, and the occasional toy. She continues to struggle against Rei and do her best to suppress her moans, even biting out the occasional ever-weaker denial. But it turns out that 'never' comes about around twelve inches in, when her pussy clamps down and tries to milk your prick, her eyes rolling and a low, gurgling noise sounding in her throat as her body trembles. Laughing derisively, you take firm hold of her waist and start pumping your hips, really fucking her now and driving in a bit deeper with each thrust. "There we go, one proud, refined lesbian turned into a cock-craving slut!"\n\n"Noooo," Haruka whimpers, though it's almost more in dismay than real denial, her body quivering as she resists the urge to buck back against you.\n\n"It's true, you're thinking you want more of Master's cock, don't you? My pussy or Michiru's is the furthest thing from your mind," Rei taunts sweetly, giggling in Haruka's ear as the blonde is fucked against her. "Just give in, Haruka, if you think being a dick-addled whore feels amazing, just think how good it will feel to give up your free will and abandon yourself completely to being Master's fuckpet!"\n\n"No, no, I won't, I won't, I won't," Haruka chants like a mantra through her moans and whimpers as you fuck her, gradually picking up your pace as you feel her cumming around you again, her back arching and pressing her tits more firmly to Rei's. "I won't, I won't give in, I won't give in no matter how good his cock is, no matter how hard I cum, fuck, fuck, I'm straight, I'm a cock-hungry straight bitch, fuuuuck!" she cries as she cums again, bucking and twisting, her hips starting to thrust back against you of their own accord. As you fuck her harder and harder, the bulge of your cock rubbing against Rei's belly through hers, your balls slapping against the raven-haired girl's pussy as you fuck the blonde's, her eyes roll up more and more, her tongue starting to loll out, her face ever more a mask of pleasure as she gradually loses all control.\n\nFinally, as you thrust in and begin pumping your load into her, she gives a long, loud yowl that trails off into a gurgled silence as she cums so hard her throat tightens beyond the ability to make noise. Though you can't see it from this angle, you're well aware of the pink mark appearing on the front of her crotch, signaling her utter submission to you and the absolute destruction of her free will. Smirking, you pull out of her and stroke yourself, spraying the rest of your load over her ass, her quivering, gushing pussy, and Rei's almost equally sodden, dripping sex. At your nudge, Rei releases Haruka, who immediately rises to all fours and turns, starting to lick and suck worshipfully at one side of your cock, while Rei giggles as she moves to attend to the other, both of your slaves eager to prove their devotion to the mighty pole that conquered them and destroyed their personhood.\n\n"Mmmm, Rei was soooo right, Master," Haruka coos, her previously deep and smooth voice having risen a bit to a more obviously feminine register. "Being your brainless cock-slave is so much better than being a lesbian, or a real person. Thank you for putting me in my place."\n\n"You're welcome, of course, pet," you chuckle as you stroke both of their heads. "Of course, the next thing is to turn your wife into a loyal little fuck-animal as well."\n\n"Oh, let me help, Master, please, I want to help you fuck Michiru's soul into submission, pleeeease," Haruka whimpers eagerly, her pussy drooling down her thighs as she leans in to nuzzle your balls adoringly.\n\nMuch as you suspected, defeating Haruka has given you quite a large power boost. Added to her connection to Michiru, the other Senshi's defeat is effectively secured. Your only decision left is whether to focus on dominating her mentally, or physically.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dominate her body.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Subjugate her mind.|HLSenshi14x7]]

Yes... a plan is definitely starting to come together. One that will let you pounce upon this difficult prey and conquer it with little more effort than you had to expend on the raven-haired magical girl currently cumming from you fucking her throat.\n\nSometime later, you're situated in the rather luxurious apartment shared by Haruka and Michiru... not a terribly difficult feat, since Rei knew where it was and had a key (for emergencies, obviously). Specifically, you've melded yourself into the shadows of a corner of the bedroom and suppressed your energy, effectively rendering yourself invisible and undetectable. All the same, you can't help but smirk internally as you hear the front door open, and the various little sounds of someone making their way through their apartment, footsteps gradually drawing closer. The bedroom door opens and Haruka steps in... beautiful, androgynous, wearing a very nicely-cut suit. (My my, driving race cars must pay well.) She tugs at her tie, then freezes as she looks towards the bed and sees what's waiting for her there.\n\nRei is laying posed seductively on the bed, wearing her sexiest lingerie... a lace-frilled half-cup bra, a lace-fronted g-string, and lace-topped stockings, all of them in brilliant red of course. You've suppressed your mark so that it's not visible, and done a bit of subtle enhancement to her body, making her tits almost seem particularly full and barely contained by the bra without being too obviously enlarged, as well as giving a slight added curvature to her hips and legs. She smiles sweetly, and from the sudden increased scent of female arousal in the room, you can tell that even that little gesture hits hard... but then, you are channeling just a bit of your power through her, giving her quite a strong 'Feminine Aura' to match your masculine one. Right now, she's essentially a succubus, and you watch as Haruka suppresses a slight shiver as she purrs out, "Hello, Haruka."\n\n"... Rei." After a moment, Haruka resumes taking off her tie, trying to look unhurried and unflustered. "I gave all of you keys in case of an <i>emergency</i>."\n\n"It is an emergency. I haven't had my pussy eaten <i>properly</i> in forever," Rei replies with a sultry pout, rolling onto her back and gracefully letting her legs spread, her hands running sensuously up and down her inner thighs in soft, smooth motions. "What do you call that if not an emergency?" she adds with a soft laugh threading through her voice. "You're soooo good at it too, Haruka... everyone knows you're the best. It would be a crime not to come to the best when it's an emergency this bad."\n\nHaruka is still trying to keep her motions calm and restrained as she shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it aside, starting to unbutton her shirt, but you can tell that the restraint is starting to wear on her. Whether or not she'd normally be swayed by Rei's attempts at seduction, that feminine aura is hitting hard, and as the shirt comes off to reveal the sports bra/binder the blonde is wearing, her nipples are hard enough to be seen even through the rather thick fabric. "You know very well that one of the reasons Michiru and I moved away is that we wanted to be dedicated to each other. We don't stray," she adds, nevertheless undoing her pants to let them drop, revealing a surprisingly feminine black thong beneath the male-cut trousers.\n\n"Michiru's out at a concert though, isn't she? She won't be back until early morning, busy playing and then flirting with everyone in sight while you wait here alone," Rei answers with a slight pout, before letting it curl into a wicked smile. "She doesn't have to know. We can just have a bit of good fun, between us girls, and I'll be gone before she ever gets home. No muss, no fuss, no harm, no foul." She slips her hands down, snagging the sides of her panties and giving a light tug so that they hug up against her mound more fully, a small wet spot almost instantly appearing. "Pleeeeeease?" she coos.\n\nThat apparently does it, and with a rushed exhalation, Haruka quickly strips out of the panties and undoes the binder, her own rather full breasts shaking as they're freed and as she moves to crawl up onto the bed. She at least tries to regain some of her normal grace and composure as she crawls on all fours towards Rei, unwittingly wagging her bare ass and pussy at you as she slips between the other woman's legs and takes hold of that g-string, slipping it smoothly down those curvaceous legs. And then she slides in, smooth and purposeful, starting to stroke her tongue up and across Rei's folds. The raven-haired girl moans sweetly, resting a hand on Haruka's head and arching her back, face a mask of ecstasy even from those initial licks, her tits looking ready to pop right out of her bra. Of course once Haruka is thoroughly concentrating on her task, Rei's eyes open and wander to where you're hidden, pleasured face becoming a plotting smirk shared with you... after all, any desire she had for women was fucked out of her along with her free will. Everything now is just a show for your advancement... and viewing pleasure.\n\nYou admit to being amused by the fact that Haruka has unknowingly been reduced to a star in an unwitting sex show, her body shown off for your enjoyment as she eats out your loyal slave for your viewing pleasure. Still, Rei does her job to perfection, all her moans sweet and sincere-seeming and perfectly on cue, hips twitching and writhing just when she thinks she ought to be cumming, urging Haruka on. Eventually the blonde slides upward, tugging the front of Rei's bra down to let those full tits tumble free, and spending awhile sucking and kissing at the nipples, expertly pleasuring Rei's breasts while the Senshi of Mars plots to have her fucked into a drooling, cock-addicted slave. Which is no doubt exactly what's running through her mind as she draws Haruka up further, kissing her passionately as their bodies writhe lightly together, bare tits pillowing against one another.\n\nNow's the time to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-have Rei spring the trap.|HLSenshi14x6]]\n\n[[-make your entrance.|HLSenshi]]

"I think your friend Haruka will be my next conquest, little slut," you announce, pulling Rei's head back and off of your prick, leaving her gasping for air and gazing up at you with a breathless, worshipful expression. "How does that sound to you?" \n\n"Mmm, that sounds wonderful, Master," she coos in reply, her voice husky with having had her throat so recently stretched. "Haruka and Michiru left us to go live normal lives... I'd love to see Master put that butch lesbian bitch in her place."\n\nThat makes you chuckle... obviously her conversion to absolute loyalty and adoration of a rape-beast such as yourself has let a few of Rei's darker thoughts out to play. Which of course suits you just fine. "I'm going to rummage around in your empty little head a bit, pet, while I consider how best to conquer her."\n\n"Of course, Master, violate my mind, please, please," she purrs, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling, body starting to twitch as you do just that. She makes soft, happy little squeals and soft moans as you root through her memories and thoughts with impunity, as pleasured by your invasion of her brain as she was by your violation of her cunt.\n\nAs you pick through your slave's memories and turn your own thoughts over, you see three real plans that have any real method of success. The first, and most obvious, as well as being blunt and rather artless, is a [[direct assault|HLSenshi]]. Not exactly elegant, but it doesn't have to be if it works.\n\nThe second is to have [[Rei seduce Haruka|HLSenshi14x5]]. That way you could give yourself an opening, and spring upon the powerful Senshi when she was completely vulnerable.\n\nThe third is a [[combination of the two|HLSenshi]]. You could have Rei lure Haruka somewhere that could give you an advantage, and while the untamed Senshi was distracted, make your move.

Hm, maybe having her be more cheerful would be nice! You tap that option, then watch as Ranma's angry blue eyes glaze over, taking on a sort of vapid, pleased set as her face relaxes. Her furious quags and growls turn into soft, steady moans as if happy with a particularly tasty dinner as she continues to rock herself forward onto your prick, gulping it down in apparent enjoyment now.\n\nSnagging her by the hair and pulling her up, you wait until she's gasped from having your spit-shined prick pulled free of her lips to ask, "So, slut, enjoying sucking my cock?"\n\n"Yes, Master, I love sucking your cock," she answers in an airy, somewhat distant but cheerful tone, smiling up at you as she says it. \n\n"Yeah? You like being my slave?" you ask, grinning even more.\n\n"Yes, Master, I love being your slave," she replies in the exact same tone, the smile unwavering. There's not a hint of the old Ranma's fire or fury there, just a sort of shallow, easygoing haze of easygoing cheer.\n\nScooting back a bit further on the futon, you pat your lap. "Alright, then, slut, come ride my cock and shove those fat tits in my face."\n\n"Yes, Master, this slut will ride your cock and rub her fat tits in your face," Ranma replies happily, rising and stepping forward, easing her knees onto the futon and moving to straddle your lap, her soft tits pressing against your face and rubbing there as she moves into position. Displaying none of the hesitation or resistance of earlier, she reaches down, angling your cock into place, then easing herself down on it smoothly, moaning airily as her hot cunt wraps itself around you. "Riding your cock now, Master," she adds breezily as she begins bouncing herself atop you, her tits jiggling against your chin as she rests her hands on your shoulders for leverage.\n\n"Mmmmm, fuck, that's a good slut," you purr as you reach around to grab her ass, squeezing it and urging her on in her movements as she works herself atop your prick. "That's what you are, isn't it? You're my stupid, cock-loving little slut slave, aren't you?"\n\n"Yes, Master," Ranma answers without hesitation, her airily cheerful tone tinted by pleasure as she bounces atop you, her now standard smile slightly shifted by her lips being parted from breathing harder. "I'm your stupid little cock-loving slut slave. I love being your stupid cock-loving slut slave. Being your cock-loving slut slave feels so good, Master."\n\nSqueezing her ass harder, you begin yanking Ranma down on your cock, urging her on faster, the enslaved redhead moaning and gasping fit for any porn star. Even without your prompting this time, she continues her vocalizations, apparently having picked up on what you want her to say. "I'm your stupid little cock-loving slut slave, Master, and I love your cock and want your cum! Please use your slut-slave as a cum dump, Master! Use me for your brainless moron cum dump, Master!"\n\nGrunting, you do just that, yanking her down hard and grinding up against her as you start emptying your balls into her pussy. Ranma moans loudly, her hips twitching and bucking as her pussy squeezes around you, her body writhing and grinding her big tits against you. After a moment, when your prick's shuddering and spurting trails off, she sits back and gives you the exact same placid, empty-eyed smile. "Thank you for your cum, Master."\n\n"You're welcome, slut," you answer, giving her ass a light slap. "Mm. Definitely not bad."\n\n"Thank you, Master, your slut-slave exists to please you," she answers, with a smile, of course.\n\nMm, this attitude adjustment is pretty nice. You wouldn't mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Going off somewhere with her.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Having a few more like her.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Seeing her cheerfully take a lot more cocks.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Making a profit with her.|RanRing]]

Chuckling wickedly, you slowly stroke your cock with one hand, letting her stare longingly at it, her body trembling as her lust grows by the second. "I've decided," you say slowly, thoughtfully. "That I am going to fuck you and make you cum so hard that you die, meat."\n\n"W-what?" she whimpers, her eyes widening with horror, even as a blaze of lustful heat is stoked in them.\n\n"Yes... I'm going to pound your tight but otherwise worthless little asshole, and the pathetic slut that you are you're going to love it so much that your brain will overload and your heart will give out. That's how hard you're going to cum, pet," you continue, still stroking your cock, watching the trembling of both fear and arousal in her body increase. "Of course, right now I don't feel like stopping you, so if you decide to run, I'll allow it. But then you'll never, ever have my cock inside you again... certainly, you'll never get to have me properly fuck you. Or... you can get on your knees, with your face down, and spread your asshole for me so I can fuck you to death."\n\nYou watch as she whimpers fearfully, squirming backwards on the bed. Of course, it's a trick offer... not because you wouldn't let her run, but because you already know she's incapable. You owned her, body and soul, from the moment you shoved her face against her balls and rubbed her nose in them. She could no more refuse an offer to get fucked by you than cut off her own head! Which she proves as, whining softly, she rolls onto her belly and rises up to her knees, face pressing into the bedding as she reaches back with both hands, grabbing her remarkable ass and squeezing her buttocks, spreading them wide to show off her pucker in invitation.\n\n"Yes, very good," you rumble, slapping the underside of your cock lightly against her proffered asshole, making her gasp loudly as she instantly has a small orgasm just from that. "Now, beg me."\n\n"... M-master... master please, just-"\n\n"No. Beg me properly."\n\nThe Senshi groans lowly, rubbing her face into the sheets, before she looks over her shoulder at you. "P-please... please fuck me to death... please slam your hard god-prick in my worthless, pathetic meat-hole and make me cum so hard I die... I want to die on your dick... please fuck me to death, master, I want to die cumming on your big hard cock like the braindead, useless magical whore I am..." \n\nSneering, you place the tip of your prick at her spread pucker. "Well. Since you asked so nicely." Then you drive forward, burying yourself inside her with a single thrust, the Senshi's eyes instantly rolling up and her tongue lolling out, a completely brainless expression of pleasure warping her face from the instant you thrust into her. You can feel her ass quivering around you insanely hard and eagerly, her pussy literally gushing with every slight move of your hips as you begin to thrust.\n\n"Ssshhoo gooood, mashter fuckink me ta death shoooo gooooood!" she slurs, her whole body trembling with climaxes that just get harder and harder with every thrust of your hips, overlapping ones slamming her body each time your balls slap against her sodden, squirting cunt.\n\nDeciding she's been a good little piece of fuckmeat in the short time you've owned her, you decide to hasten her much-wanted demise. Grabbing her waist with both large hands, you start really fucking her, your hips slamming hard against her still-held asscheeks, your thrusts enough to drive her against the bed. Her eyes roll up almost completely and she lets out a long, continuous wail of pleasure, barely-sentient shrieks of "YESH! YESH! YESH! YESH!" mixed in with it. Until suddenly her whole body starts shaking violently, her cries cutting off with a gurgling, choking noise. Then she abruptly goes limp, her hands dropping away from her ass, her tongue dropping to lay out of one side of her mouth, her entire body shaking like a ragdoll with your movements.\n\n"Ha," you snort, fucking the Senshi's body through the last few spasms of its orgasm-induced death. When it's gone completely still, only then do you pull out and give yourself a few last strokes, contemptuously painting the immobile, naked form with your load. You step back, admiring the sight of the still, cum-smeared dead Senshi, its still slightly rolled eyes fixed and unseeing. There! One down, seven to go. One by one they'll fall to your masculine aura, and one by one you'll take their lives to make sure they can never again stand in your way! Hm, but first, what to do with the leftovers...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it away.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Leave it.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make a servant.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Make a meal.|HLSenshi]]

Let's see, 'Items'... looks like it's a lot of stuff that kind of counts as accessories or similar that has ongoing effects, a bit different than the potions. Or at least more thematic. Let's see, some of the most interesting choices along the top are...\n\n[[Smooth Conditioner Plug|RanDeb11x1]] - A butt plug that's apparently designed to deliver little bursts of pure pleasure whenever the person it's in thinks about or does something that meets the parameters whoever put it in wanted them to do or become more like. \n\n[[Happy Thoughts Diaper|RanDeb]] - A diaper wouldn't have been top of your list of sexy accessories, but this one says that it causes a state of "empty thoughts and transcendental bliss". The combination of that and the amusing thought of putting it on her <i>is</i> rather interesting.\n\n[[Gal Band|RanDeb10x2]] - A hair tie that will gradually change the wearer into a stereotypical "gal" or gyaru. The description implies that this will involve her becoming cheerful, slutty, and about as bright as an underpowered filament bulb.

Hm, a gyaru Ranma... sounds kinda funny! And, y'know, sexy. Grinning, you spawn the item, which appears in your palm as a pink scrunchy. You walk over to the frozen Ranma and spend a few moments winding it around the end of her pigtail over the tie she usually uses... with any luck, she won't even notice it's there until she's too far gone to want to remove it. You return to the position you were in before and close the menu, watching as Ranma continues flicking some of the last of the moisture from the glass of water off of herself. After a second she glances up and frowns. "What the hell's so damn funny anyway?"\n\n"Ah, nothing, sorry sorry," you hurry to reply, schooling your face into a look of mild regret. You guess you started snickering... the sight of the masculinity-obsessed martial artist with that neon pink scrunchy bobbing and wiggling around at the end of her pigtail, with her completely unaware, was pretty funny. Still, it'd be good to come up with a distraction to keep her from noticing and removing it. Hm... you do think you notice that the area of her pigtail around the scrunchie has turned a more strawberry blonde color than the fire engine red the rest of her hair is, so it's probably already started working. Maybe pick something that would appeal to a gyaru nature. "Hey, let me make it up to you, why don't we head out and do some window shopping?"\n\n"Shopping?!" Ranma's eyes light up, blue expanses sparkling, before the expression is replaced by one of confusion. "Why does window shopping sound like so much fun? ... Eh, but it <i>does</i> sound like fun," she admits, nodding a bit, that pink scrunchy bobbing in the air behind her. "So I guess why not?"\n\nThe two of you head to the train station to get a ride to a better shopping district than the local one, since it's mostly aimed at families and geared for housewives bustling about getting what they need for the day. There's a small group of schoolgirls on the train as well, playing some J-pop (well you guess here it's just "pop") music from the speaker on one of their phones, giggling and twittering over it. Ranma makes a face when they first get on and start playing that. But as the ride goes on and you notice that strawberry blonde color spreading gradually up her pigtail and into the rest of her hair, with it turning more and more pale around the scrunchie, you can see her start to bop subtly to the music, and by the time your stop comes up she's quietly singing along while grinning and shaking her shoulders, making her unrestrained breasts sway beneath her shirt.\n\nIn fact as the two of you leave the train and she steps out into the sunlight, you realize the lights didn't dim aboard the car like you thought, her skin has actually gotten a bit more tan since you got on. And there's a lightness in her step, an obvious cheer as she walks along, the added springiness making her boobs bounce with practically every step as the two of you start strolling along the sidewalk. Though she starts out just glancing briefly in the windows as you go past, she starts to slow up and linger more and more, and as her hair lightens and her skin darkens, she starts commenting on things... at first it's just "hey those pants look like they'd be easy to fight in" or "haha I bet you could really smack someone with that empty display pole!" and starts shifting into "huh, that skirt's kinda cute... I mean it'd be cute on a girl, right?" and "hey that color's actually kinda pretty I mean cool don't you think?", with it eventually morphing into...\n\n"Ohmigawd! These outfits are suuuuuper cute!" Ranma squeals, bouncing up and down in front of a window full of brightly-colored and rather show-offy girls' clothes. Her hair is almost entirely honey blonde now, and you think it might still be getting lighter, while her skin has turned the color of coffee with two creams. You can't be sure, but you think her boobs have gotten a little bigger too... they definitely seem to be straining more at her top. She stares with sparkling eyes at a short purple skirt, then turns to you, suddenly adopting a cute, bashful pose. "Ummmm... hey, Eric?"\n\n"Yeah, Ranma?" you answer in a casual tone, not wanting to call her attention to the changes. You're not even sure what her reaction would be if you tried to tell her she's getting gyarufied... but you bet eventually it would be 'Oh, hawt, I'm sexy as fukk, yanno?!' ... Ahem. Just not quite yet.\n\n"Do you, like, have any money at all? 'Cause I'm thinking I'd kind of like to buy maybe something cute to wear, just, yanno, try it out, but I'm totes, er, completely broke. You think maybe you could loan me some?"\n\nYour improved debug menu does in fact have a quick-spawn button for either money or a no-limit credit card, so no problem there. It's mostly whether you want to indulge her or... indulge yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure, let's go inside."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["What about that 'punk' store there?"|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Those aren't flashy enough for you."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["I'll let you earn some money~!"|RanDeb]]

"Away," answers Samara simply, bare shoulders shifting in a small shrug as if it were really no concern of hers.\n\n"I mean, where'd you send her?!" you demand, frowning.\n\n"Iunno, somewhere. Oh, I sent all the other girls that harass you away while I was at it," she adds, beaming, before giving a small frown and tapping her lower lip. "And a few of the boys."\n\n"What?! Why?!"\n\n"Because I told you, I came here to take care of you!" she replies with a sunny smile, putting her hands on her hips. "And frankly, as hot as most of them were and as much as I'm sure you'd enjoy fucking them, most of them were volatile and just going to be way, way more trouble than they were worth. So, poof, gone!" she adds, looking contented. At your stare, she glances away, then rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Okay, <i>maybe</i> I wanted to spend a bit more time with you without them distracting us too. So what?"\n\n"Samara, you've got to bring them back!" you insist.\n\n"First of all, don't make demands, I don't <i>have</i> to do anything," she replies, poking her tongue out and tapping you on the nose. "Second, how can I bring them back if I don't even know where I sent them?"\n\n"You really don't have <i>any</i> idea where you sent everyone?" you say with a sigh, rubbing your face.\n\n"I mean, I wasn't thinking about it particularly hard, I just flung them 'away'," she explains with another shrug. Then she lets out a huff. "But if you really, absolutely feel the need to go and get them, there might be a way."\n\n"Really?!"\n\n"Yes. I sent them somewhere random, but really there's no such thing as 'random' for magic like this. I sent them somewhere that was probably passing through my mind, even subconsciously, at the moment."\n\nYou frown. "So how's that help us, if it was actually in your submarinescience and you don't know?"\n\nSamara opens her mouth, closes it, stares at you for a second, then shakes her head. "... Well. You and I are connected now... for better or worse," she adds in a mutter, before resuming at normal volume. "It's possible that if you take a guess as to the sort of place I might have sent them, you'll intuitively be guessing as to where I sent them. I can then send us there, and probably wind up in the same geeeeneral area where they wound up. We'll still have to look for them, but."\n\nMan... this new fiancee-\n\n"I'm <i>not</i> a fiancee!"\n\n"I asked you to stop that!" You fume for a moment, before sighing. Man, this new <i>person</i> you've discovered sure has proven to be a lot of trouble, despite how much you like her. Unable to help grinning some and shaking your head at her flustered but pleased smile, you continue thinking. Okay, okay, where might she have sent the girls? And, like, maybe some of the guys? Think, think!\n\n<hr>\n[["China, maybe?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Did you send them to Hell?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Maybe... another planet?!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Somewhere... contradictory?"|FRanX33x2]]\n\n[["... Home."|FRanX]]

"Oh my, that's a good vocabulary word, pet, I'm proud of you," Samara coos, reaching out to pat you on the head as you give her a flat look. "But what do you mean?"\n\n"I dunno, just seems like something that would've made them harder to find, like... somewhere close, but also really really far away?" you offer, uncertain you really understand what you're thinking yourself.\n\n"Hm. Somewhere close but also incredibly far away," Samara murmurs, bringing a hand up to cup her chin and stare at the floor. Then she blinks a few times, understanding dawning in her eyes. "... Ah. Ah I <i>sense</i> it now. I get it! I briefly sensed it on the subsconscious level before, but now I really <i>get</i> it! Oh very good, pet, very very good!" She giggles softly, covering her mouth with her fingers, looking at you with sparkling red eyes. "Oh we're definitely going after them! You couldn't stop me from going after them now!"\n\n"O-okay, sounds good?" you agree, unable to help your confusion.\n\n"Just hold on, this'll take a while, especially since I need to do this right to get all of us there properly," she murmurs, raising her hands and pressing them against thin air, which begins to glow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, take the time you need.|FRanX33x3]]\n\n[[No, c'mon, hurry!|FRanX]]

She sounds pretty serious, so you nod and keep quiet, just watching. Samara closes her eyes in apparent concentration, the glow where her hands are touching nothing gradually increasing, flickering around the edges, little flickers of other colors beginning to permeate the golden light formed there. Slowly, bit by bit, you can see more distinct shapes forming there. Is that... programming code? You think you've seen some stuff like that in various movies about hackers. But as the glow increases in size and space, the programming code gives way to ones and zeroes... or more like, a steadily larger plane in front of Samara where everything seen through it seems to be made up of ones and zeroes. By the time it's taller than you are and a little wider, sweat has broken out on her brow and she's panting slightly, her hands dropping as if they were overly heavy. "I can't keep it open for long, let's go!" she declares, grabbing your wrist and hauling you through after her.\n\nThere's a brief sense of being in freefall and seeing something that looks like the inside of a computer, and then the very strange but somehow unmistakable sensation of being put back together in cubes as a ray of energy sweeps over your body, reassembling you in midair. Both you and Samara catch yourselves in a crouch and stand quickly, looking around the semicircular room and locking on the strange silver and vaguely cannon-shaped device lit dramatically by blue light from below that dominates the center of the room.\n\n<img src="images/Digitizer.png">\n\n"What the heck is that?" you blurt, eyes wide. "Did we come out of that?!"\n\n"We did, but only you went into it," Samara explains, smirking a bit. "Don't you remember... Eric?"\n\nThe moment she speaks the name, the thoughts and memories that had settled beneath the surface of your identity as Ranma come rushing back to the forefront, almost making you stagger. You still remember being Ranma... you remember <i>being</i> Ranma, seriously, everything about his whole life that had been included in the programmed identity... but now you also remember your life from before you ever took this stupid tour and foolishly volunteered to get Digitized. "Holy shit!"\n\n"Not hardly. But yes, you're an altered human, and I'm a programmed character... but I was able to use this thing to let me retain almost all of my abilities from the sim, as well as unlock many of the ones available to you. Though we'd better do a test, quick, try to change to girl form," she urges.\n\nYou blink, then nod and make a conscious effort to try and change. You quickly find yourself shrinking in height and expanding in other ways, your hips and chest expanding as your shoulders slope and hair shifts to red... though your chest's a bit bigger than it was before. "Uh..."\n\n"Probably some bleedover from the 'default' character that you could have played," Samara supplies, apparently still able to read your thoughts even in the real world. Then both of you whirl around as a man in a white coat rushes in, flanked by a pair of large men in body armor and helmets. Samara doesn't hesitate, flinging a hand out, the guards disappearing in flashes of multicolored flame and the man in the coat sent flying backwards, thumping against the wall hard and hanging pinned there like an insect.\n\nYou scowl at him. "Hey, I know you, you were the guy that put me in there in the first place! Then you just went off and left me after turning me into a... 'slutty girl', huh?!"\n\n"Oh shit," he whispers, his eyes wide and glasses askew as he stares at you, then at Samara, before shouting, "Emergency! We've got a Deviant and a Rogue working in concert! <b><i>Deviant and Rogue working in concert</i></b>, scenario A10, mobi-!" Then he cuts off with a wheeze as Samara twitches her fingers slightly.\n\n"Don't bother, the moment you came charging in here I cordoned off this space, we're running at high speed and the entrances are blocked with a correspondence field," your devilish fuckfriend declares, smirking at the pinned man. "We've got all the time in the world to deal with you."\n\n"What about the others?" you ask, frowning as you look over at her. "Akane and Ukyo and whoever you sent away? I mean, did they actually come here?" You know now they're technically fictional, but it's hard to shake your worry for them considering how very real it was up until now. Besides, if Samara can be 'real' now, doesn't that go for them too?\n\nThe red-eyed girl looked like she was about to say something, but hesitates, then purses her lips and nods. "... Yes, you're right, we should find them. I likely did unknowingly access some kind of system backdoor and send them out, that's probably why this one was practically on top of us when we came out despite the simulation running at much higher speed than the real world. It's possible they immediately went running off since they likely had no idea where they were. But if they didn't, they might have been captured. We can interrogate this one, or we can hurry after them... I'll leave it up to you, my Deviant," she adds, flashing you a smile and a wink.\n\n<hr>\n[[Interrogate the Digitizer user.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Hurry along.|FRanX]]

When you spot the woman dressed as the busty ninja from Fatal Fury, it's pretty hard to think of looking anywhere else. The costume is not only very accurate, with its skimpy strips of red and blue cloth leaving the vast majority of her body on display (and without a body stocking in sight), but the woman wearing it is very accurate, too. Long perfect legs, curvy hips, slender waist, and... well, tits the size of her head. She's just finishing taking a picture with a couple of kids (though you suspect it's more for the benefit of the dad taking the picture) when she notices you staring at her. Rather than looking annoyed or angry, she actually grins and starts walking over.\n\nThe jiggle of those massive breasts shows that they're not taped down or part of some costume prosthesis, unless it's something on the level of Mission Impossible masks. Of course, considering that she walks up to within a few inches of you and that she's taller than you are, you get a pretty close look and... they certainly look real. You force your gaze up to her face instead.\n\n"Hi there! Welcome to Hollywoodland!" She gives a little wave, then flicks her wrist to produce a fan and flick it out. Twirling it around in her fingers to show off, she continues, "This your first time visiting?"\n\n"Um, yeah," you manage, through your brain is desperately trying to shut down rather than figure out how to act naturally around a woman that you weren't aware could even exist in real life. It feels like your eyeballs weigh twenty tons, desperately trying to drag themselves back down towards her chest.\n\n"Great! Hope you're having a good time!" Mai gives the fan another twirl to put it away, then rests her hands on her bare hips. Noticing that your gaze has been pulled back to her tits, she actually grins even more. "Like 'em, huh?" \n\n"W-what?" Your eyes go wide, panic flooding your system as you desperately try to figure out some sort of denial that you were looking. "They're, I mean, I wasn't, I-!"\n\n"Don't worry, hon, I've got them stuck out there to look at." She grins and gives her shoulders a little shimmy, causing her tits to wobble back and forth heavily and almost causing your eyes to actually fall out of your head. Her grin turns positively wicked as she leans forward, breasts hanging down heavily and barely covered by the straps of her costume. "Though in your case, I'll let you touch 'em if you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please!|HLMai1x2]]\n\n[[IT'S A TRAP!|HLMai2x1]]

"Um, can I?" Your hands have already raised halfway up before you realize they've moved. "Really?"\n\n"Sure! Here." Mai reaches forward and snags your wrists, lifting your hands up. You expect her to just place your hands lightly on the front of her covered breasts (though that's certainly not a phrase you were expecting to think today). Instead she actually slips them underneath the cloth straps of her outfit so that your hands are directly on the smooth skin of her tits, her nipples pressing against your palms.\n\nYour eyes bug out as you stare at the view of your hands on her boobs... the physical sensations haven't quite penetrated your shock yet. Nervously, you glance around... you are both still in full view of the public, after all. Most people don't seem to be giving you a second glance, just assuming it's another mascot talking with a guest and getting distracted by the rest of the colorful display of people and attractions. Though you do notice a few people glance over and apparently notice what you're doing... there's one guy in a tiger costume that even gives you a double thumbs-up.\n\nTentatively, you give Mai's tits a light squeeze. They're... amazing, bordering on indescribable. They're both super-soft and perfectly firm, your fingers pressing into the yielding flesh and being pushed back against at the same time. It's like they're both light and heavy at the same time. Still receiving nothing from her but an encouraging grin, you begin squeezing and kneading slowly and (for the most part) gently, feeling her nipples rub against your palms as you turn your hands, letting your fingers brush along the perfectly soft skin.\n\nYou almost jump out of your skin, though, when you feel a hand cup your crotch and start rubbing your throbbing hardon through your jeans. "Ooo, you're not so bad yourself, hon," Mai coos, her fingers coaxing the denim to conform more closely to the outline of your shaft as she strokes it up and down. "Yeah, this is very nice," she continues, voice a soft, sensual murmur as she continues rubbing you through the layers. "All because of me? I'd say I'm flattered, buuuut I am a <i>little</i> bit used to it."\n\nShe giggles, and then with a deft motion of her fingers undoes the button of your jeans and slips the zipper down. In another second she's got your cock actually fished out and has her hand wrapped around it from above, slowly pumping along the length of it. You give another quick look around, more aware than ever that you're barely even off to the side of the main thoroughfare... on the other hand, you have a ridiculously beautiful woman stroking your dick, so at least part of you is inclined to damn the torpedoes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her do whatever she wants.|HLMai1x3]]\n\n[[No way, it's too much, gotta end it here.|HLMai3x1]]

Hell, even if you get kicked out of the park or something, this is worth it. Letting out a little moan as Mai gives your cock a light squeeze, you give her tits a squeeze in return and resume working them even more eagerly than before, your hands showing as clear outlines under the red cloth.\n\n"Mm, that's right, get a little bit rougher, you won't hurt 'em. I'll tell you if you need to back off," Mai whispers in your ear, her hand pumping your cock even faster than before. "But for now, you just focus on enjoying yourself, and I'll focus on this guy here, hm?"\n\nOf course it doesn't take too long... Mai's apparently quite skilled at handjobs, her hand twisting back and forth to work you from different angles, sometimes squeezing you as she strokes forward, practically more milking your dick than just stroking it. Between that and the feel of squeezing tits more perfect than anything you could have imagined, it's not long before you're groaning and spurting out your load onto the textured cobblestone ground, though a few droplets do hit the costumed woman's bare thighs instead.\n\n"Mmm, very nice," she coos, giving your shaft another squeeze, before tucking your cock back into your underwear and halfway doing up the button of your jeans. "Tell you what, why don't we continue this back at my room?"\n\n"S-sure." You give a somewhat shaky nod, trying to force your knees not to wobble. She takes you by the hand and leads you along as you do your best to neither fall over from your legs feeling like jello or bolt ahead out of eagerness. Mai leads you a few buildings over and then down an alleyway marked with 'Authorized Park Employees Only', and finally to a large, fairly plain-looking multi-story building. She releases your hand and heads up the stairs ahead of you, allowing you to lag behind and stare at her ass. "So, like... you guys get your own rooms here...?"\n\n"It's a pretty sweet gig," Mai agrees as she steps out of the stairwell and into a hallway. Producing a keycard from somewhere, she swips it along the reader pad next to a door and ushers you in. Inside it looks like a fairly standard, somewhat upscale hotel room... minifridge, large bed, small suite of nice furniture, all that. Mai nudges the door closed once you're inside and waves a hand. "Well, here we are, home sweet home! Now..." She grins wickedly again. "What <i>are</i> we going to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Get right to the fun.|HLMai1x4]]\n\n[[You should get cleaned up first.|HLMai4x1]]

"The Queen's Room". That sounds important. Well, either that or it's their equivalent of the Manager's Special. Doing a quick glance around to make sure no one's watching, you turn the knob and quickly open the door just enough to let you slip in... which, admittedly, is a bit wider than a lesser-endowed woman might need.\n\nThe lights are already on, albeit turned to a rather dim illumination. The room has been decorated with pillows, blankets, and pads to give the vague appearance of a rocky area, perhaps a mountaintop, with the area at the top set up with some sort of foam rubber altar that has straps built into the top and bottom... presumably for somebody's wrists and ankles, though thinking about that makes you blush a little. You poke around a little and find some things you think are supposed to be costumes, though there's not a whole lot there... essentially just some scarves and belts and jewelry, and a few wigs. There are also what look like lightning flashers with built-in speakers, a fog machine, and some various props that look like they belong to some sort of fantasy school play. Apparently this room has been set up for some sort of role playing activity, and since it looks like most of this isn't a permanent addition, it's been set up specifically for them... must be a high-roller of some sort. A Shinra executive, maybe...?\n\nYou're just giving the wall a few thumps in an area that you think has a covered-over cabinet when you pick up the sound of approaching voices from outside. Your eyes widen as you realize someone's coming... obviously the reservation is going to be used soon!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide!|FFTLplaceholder]]\n\n[[Put on one of the costumes!|FFTL1x3]]\n\n[[Try to rush out!|FFTLplaceholder]]

You decide on one of the only things you can think of... hiding in plain sight. Shoving down thoughts of modesty, you also shove down your dress, your breasts spilling free as you wiggle it downward and over your hips, getting your panties off at the same time. Stepping out of your clothes and shoes, you kick the whole thing over behind some fake rocks, then grab for one of the piled-up costumes. It actually seems to consist of just a wig and some decorative armbands and jewelry. The wig is almost more like a headdress... spiky and bright orange-red, with an ornate golden hairclip on one side and forelocks that dangle down to your breasts once you've put it on and stuffed your own hair up inside a bit, the manelike fall of fake hair falling down to your ass. You're just shoving the golden armband on when the door actually opens and a pair of honeybee-costumed girls enter.\n\nBoth blink in obvious surprise at you, standing still for a moment, before one lets out a relieved breath. "Oh good, they <i>did</i> find someone to play the Planet Guardian."\n\n"I thought the dirty old man would flip if he got here and saw there were only two of us," the other says as she walks over to the other two costumes and starts wiggling her way out of the bee outfit. "But now it should be okay." She's naked in a surprisingly short amount of time as you stand there staring... well, it must be a necessary skill in her line of work. (Not that you've got any room to talk, considering you're having to force yourself not to cover up after stripping in record time too.) She tucks her costume into a hidden locker, then picks up a gauzy pink dress and shrugs into it, starting to button up the front... it's obviously more decoration than clothing, considering you can see her nipples through it easily, as well as every other curve.\n\n"You know the script, right?" The other girl asks as she finishes stripping out of and stowing her own honeybee outfit.\n\n"Uh, the script... right," you murmur, glancing around nervously.\n\n<hr>\n[[Say you can manage.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Admit you don't know the script.|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to feign sickness to get away.|FFTLPlaceholder]]

This seems like a good chance to do a quick bit of reconnaisence. (Or maybe just indulge some good old-fashioned curiosity. You've never been in a brothel before, after all, and it would be a lie to say you're not at least a tiny bit curious.) You sidle to the side, glancing around to see if anyone immediately calls you on it. When no one does, you freely walk off towards the edge of the room, taking a closer look at the doors.\n\nIt looks like some are marked Occupied, others Vacant or Reserved. You don't want to risk stumbling in on someone in an Occupied room and having them call an alarm on you, but maybe one of the Vacant or Reserved ones will have some sort of clue as to Corneo's dealings with the Shinra.\n\n<hr>\n[[The Group Room - Reserved|FFTLplaceholder]]\n\n[[The Queen's Room - Reserved|FFTL1x2]]\n\n[[The &$#% Room - Vacant|FFTLplaceholder]]

It's the most obvious choice, isn't it? You pop open that menu and... yup, another menu. Well, looks like there are different "flavors" of aphrodisiacs you can use. Luckily they actually have attached descriptions (and someone actually gave them names).\n\n[[Slowburn|RanDeb]] - "This aphrodisiac applies an arousal that is both background and intense. The target will likely not quite realize their own state at first but will become more receptive to advances; alternatively, left to their own devices, the feeling of arousal will slowly but steadily increase until they finally give in and approach the first available partner."\n\n[[Basic (Beast) (in Rut)|RanDeb]] - "A simple, straightforward aphrodisiac, immediately inducing a state of high arousal where the target will quickly agree to anything in an attempt to sate their lust."\n\n[[Overdrive|RanDeb]] - "An extremely strong aphrodisiac. The target will almost instantly stop thinking entirely, operating on pure sexual desire."\n\n[[Cum Hard Juice|RanDeb]] - "A few sips is enough to make the subject start orgasming intensely and constantly for a prolonged period. Don't worry, the juice is dense with hydration! (Warning: Repeated use may cause side effects.)"\n\n[[Cum Really Super Hard And Just Don't Stop Juice|RanDeb]] - "Well that escalated quickly, huh? But yes, this ultra-concentrated version will put the imbiber in a state of constant orgasm for days if not weeks. Side effects may include genitalia growth, extreme output, and transmission of effects via bodily fluids."

It looks like most of the mascots here are your good old fallbacks... witches, ghosts, mummies, werewolves, vampires, all that. Though you notice that all the costumes are really quality... especially the werewolves, as you'd already noticed in passing. They must have spent a ton on the costumes... they've got big long arms and articulated muzzles, and it even looks like real fur. Pretty impressive, you've got to say.\n\nMost of them are carrying plastic pumpkin pails or pillowcases or other things, and handing out pieces of candy and slips of paper you assume are coupons. Sort of like trick-or-treating, but instead of going door-to-door you've just gotta walk up to a mascot. Neat!\n\nSo, let's see, who to approach first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Witch.|HWLWitchStart]]\n\n[[Ghost.|HWLGhostStart]]\n\n[[Werewolf.|HWLWolfStart]]\n\n[[Mummy.|HWLMummyStart]]\n\n[[Vampire.|HWLVampStart]]

Ah yeah, one of the standards... well, ever since Lord of the Rings it seems like it's all about the bastard swords, but still. This one isn't particularly fancy, with a fairly normal gold-ish hilt and pommel on either end of a shiny black grip, and an angular blade. Taking a quick glance to make sure no one's around, you reach out to touch said grip, almost able to wrap your hand entirely around it...\n\nBut the moment your skin makes contact, there's a bright flash, enough to overwhelm your vision and make you stumble back with a yelp, inadvertantly yanking the sword off of the wall. Afraid to drop it, you bring your hand up and rub at your eyes a little, wondering if that was some sort of alarm and you're about to have a security guard bearing down on you for trying to steal one of the exhibits. Instead, you hear an entirely unexpected sound... the whinny of a horse.\n\nJerking your head up, you stare around you as your vision clears. You're no longer inside the prop museum... in fact, you no longer seem to be inside at all! You're standing on a broad green plain made up of gently-rolling hills, with trees off in the distance and a road made of bare, packed earth nearby. The sound of a horse seems to be from the pair of people quickly riding towards you, a man and a woman in ragged leather gear, their hair long and matted, masks covering their lower face. Considering that the man's wielding a big double-headed axe and the woman's got a sword of her own, you don't think they're coming over to help you.\n\nYou look at the sword in your own hand, seeing a flash of your face... except it's not your face, not quite. The hair above it is blue, for one thing, and it also seems a bit older. Glancing down at yourself, you find that you're wearing a fairly elaborate getup consisting of a long coat, black pants, various bits of leather armor strapped over both, and various decorations as well as a swordbelt. You look like some sort of JRPG character! \n\n'Idiot, the bandits!' snaps a thought in your head, making you look up again. Oh crap, right, they'll be on you in a matter of seconds!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|EricMF9x1]]\n\n[[Fight!|EricMF1x1]]

Curious more than anything, you follow the arrow to the break in the bushes, then walk along a path that's more packed grass and worn dirt than anything else. You seem to be going around the back of a lot of areas, making you even more certain this definitely isn't a place you're meant to be. But hey, that's sort of fun in itself, isn't it?\n\nThere are more occasional notebook paper signs or, every so often, a bit of graffiti pointing out the particular path to this supposed "Dudeland", until you find yourself walking on what does seem like an actual path, that turns into a bridge crossing some (rather green) water. Now you can see what must be your ultimate destination... it looks like some sort of pirate-themed town or something. But there's not a park employee in sight as you approach, though now you can hear the hooting and shouting of other kids.\n\nYou arrive on the main street to find your initial impressions correct... no park employees, no mascots, not even any adults that you can see, just a bunch of (mostly male) youngsters around your own age. Heck, a lot of the buildings don't even look like they're stocked or meant to be open, just a few basic lights on to indicate they have power.\n\n"Oh, hey man, welcome to 'Dudeland'," one of the nearby teens says, grinning. He looks like he might be a little bit older than you are, but only by a year at most. He's a few inches taller, with scruffy dark hair and a bit broad in the shoulders, skin tan from time spent in the sun. "Kinda lame name but that's what it's been called for awhile now, so eh."\n\n"What is this?" you ask, looking over and staring as a pair of teens start spraypainting a Herschel Horse (dressed as a pirate) statue.\n\n"From what I heard, Worldland was making 'Pirateland' or something, but partway through just completely ditched it. Left the place with a little power, like I guess so the pipes didn't freeze or whatever, but otherwise they pretty much just forgot about it. Some guys found it and now it's sorta a place for us ta run wild. Some of us have even been livin' here for awhile."\n\nThat grabs your attention. "Seriously? Living here?"\n\n"Yup, there's a place set up as a bunkhouse. We can even get food and drinks and stuff 'cause we found some employee uniforms and passes, all it takes is some of the older guys putting 'em on and walking up to the pallets meant for other parts of the park."\n\n"Geez, it's like..." You look around at the cheesy buildings with their layers of dust and low power, with hooting and shouting teenage guys climbing all over everything. "Paradise."\n\n"I know, right? Anyway, my name's Jack. Lemme give ya the rundown." He turns and starts pointing places out. "Over there's the '[[Avast Me Hearties Bar|DudeLB1x1]]', they got pool tables and beer and lots of fun shit like that. Dunno what they were gonna name it, but they've got an [[arcade|DudeLA1x1]] over there, still got some games and stuff in it though it's mostly old stuff. Over at the [[pirate ship|DudeLS1x1]] we do stuff like have mock pirate battles, y'know, to show off our sword skills." And not because playing pretend is still fun, obviously. "Or, y'know, ya can just [[wander around|DudeLW1x1]] some, great thing about this place, ain't no one gonna make ya do nothin'."

You're kind of expecting some sort of weird sickly sweet musky smell when you squirt the stuff into your hand, but the scent is actually... it's hard for you to pin down but it's definitely <i>manly</i>. Like... woodsmoke and power tools and steak, or something. Happy enough, you start lathering up with it, rubbing the stuff over your body, working it into a thick mass of suds that is somehow a particularly manly blue-grey color like gunmetal or something. As you rub it in, and both the lather and the water start washing away some of the dirt covering you, you notice that you look better than you thought you did... you were pretty skinny even before you spent time on the road not eating that well, but actually you seem to have acquired pretty decent tone along the way. Heck, it looks like you have actual <i>abs</i> now... maybe it was going over all those bumpy roads in that bus that actually gave your muscles a workout or something? Although as your hands naturally wander lower and spend some time lathering up and washing one of the places that's more pleasurable than necessary, you turn your mind from bus rides to more pleasant things... like the amazingly beautiful, huge-breasted woman outside waiting for you. The thought must really be stirring things up, because you're bigger and harder than you've ever been before, actually needing both hands to stroke your soap-slick prick.\n\nSuddenly filled with pure masculine confidence, you rinse off and shove the handle to turn the water off, not bothering to dry off before marching back out into the room. As you do, Mai turns towards you, apparently having already divested herself of her own skimpy outfit, bare breasts wobbling back and forth. "Well! Someone got clean and eag-" Before she can finish, you've stepped in and grabbed her by the back of her thighs, easily lifting her off the ground as she gives a yip of surprise... pleased surprise by the way her cheeks flush. In a moment you've turned and moved her up to pin her against the wall, hefting her luscious legs up and hauling her into position, then driving forward into her pussy. Mai moans loudly, wrapping her arms and legs around you as you pin her to the wall with your thrusts, your hands moving to grab a big double handful of her round, squeezable ass to hold her up with as you fuck her hard and deep, operating on some deep instinct to both please her and claim her as your own in the process.\n\nYou fuck her until you've felt her pussy quiver and squeeze around you twice, each time feeling a gush of wetness dribble down over your balls, before you lift her up again and carry her over the bed, dropping her down onto her back and then pushing her legs forward, practically folding her in half as you climb on top of her. Framing her tits with her legs and then pressing your chest against them, you start pounding down into her in an unapologetic full-on mating press, doing your best to drive her through the mattress. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me with your big teenage prick, fuck me, oh <i>fuck</i>!" Mai gasps out as you slam into her like trying to drive a nail through wood, with her loving every second of it to judge by the way her eyes are rolling and her lips are curled in a smile. This time once you've made her cum on you a few times, you drive in deep and empty your balls into her pussy, thick spurts of white welling up around the base of your prick and dribbling down her slick little taint to her pucker.\n\nShortly after, you have her turned with her head over the side of the bed, slowly pumping your cock into her mouth and watching her throat bulge around it, listening to her moan in obvious pleasure at sucking you off as you play with her tits. Her nipples are stiff and puffy, silently begging you to pinch and tug at them as you toy with those gorgeous globes, sometimes just resting your hands on them and letting them jiggle beneath your palms from the impact of the root of your cock against her perfect pink lips and your balls against her face. When you pull back and stroke yourself the last few times needed to bring yourself off, her tongue is jutted out and her mouth open eagerly, obviously wanting as much of your thick cum as you'll give her.\n\nThen it's on all fours, you leaning in close to fondle her tits as your hips slap against that big round ass, Mai turning her head so the two of you can swirl your tongues lewdly against one another's, like some mingling of humans in lust and beasts in rut. On and on you fuck her, driven by some relentless need to show your prowess as a man, to make her cum over and over even as you use her to empty your balls repeatedly, a blend of animal and human longing to both pleasure and possess. Your mind gradually descends into more and more instinctual thought, as you suspect does Mai's, the two of you becoming just bodies driven by lust as you rearrange yourselves into whatever position drives your desires at the moment, everything fading into a hazey, blank expanse of sweat and moans and cum.\n\nYou wince a little at the brightness on your eyelids, squinting and then gradually opening your eyes to find that it's sunlight pouring in and over the bed. There's the smell of cooked meat in the air, your stomach giving a growl as you look over towards the kitchen area. "Morning~!" Mai chirps from the stove, humming and shimmying her hips, apron strings swaying across her bare ass. She turns and carries the pan over to the table, the front of the apron not quite covering the sides of her breasts and just barely coming down below her crotch. "Come get breakfast!"\n\n"... Um." You look down at yourself, assessing things with a clearer head. Your body is... definitely way more toned and obviously muscular than it was yesterday. Not to a ridiculous extent, but you look like you should be on the wrestling team back at Deviville High at least. And your morning wood is... pornographic. Like, actually worthy of being in porn, probably 'big dick' porn at that. Even as you're looking down at it, Mai approaches the bed and leans down, wrapping a hand around the base of it and lifting it up some so she can slide her lips over it, making you moan as she starts stroking deliberately and bobbing her head, tongue working over your throbbing prick with expert skill. It doesn't take long before you're letting out a longer, lower moan and bucking your hips up, feeding her an apparently very large load of cum to judge by just how many spurts you can feel shuddering orgasmicly through your crotch.\n\n"Mm! And there's a little pre-breakfast milk for me," she announces happily as she straightens up, wiping a fingertip along the corner of her mouth and sucking it off lightly.\n\nBlushing, you sit up. "What... exactly happened last night?"\n\n"Looks like you got into some of my special toiletries. Not everyone has quite so strong a reaction, but apparently some people take to them a bit better than others. C'mon, your breakfast will get cold, and you really should replenish nutrients, stud," Mai adds with a wink before turning and sashaying back to the table.\n\n... Food first, confusion later, also probably more fucking, that last being added in practically a caveman grunt inside your head. You get up and head over to the table, feeling less awkward than you'd expect about sitting down to breakfast naked. It's quite a spread, too... bacon, two kinds of sausage, an omelette, pancakes, muffins, and even a small steak. Even as you're staring at it, Mai pours you a particularly large glass of orange juice.\n\n"Liquids~!"\n\nFlushing a little again, you nevertheless tear into the repast... despite how hungry you were before, you don't think you've ever eaten this much in one sitting in your life, and yet you just keep going and going. Bit by bit, the breakfast disappears past your lips, while Mai nibbles daintily on one of the muffins.\n\n"I think you'll find there's lots of weird, fun stuff around here. You know, besides sexy park mascots that take cute teenage boys home," she adds with a saucy wink. Then she glances at the wall clock and 'tches' softly, standing up and walking over to the dresser, bare tits and ass jiggling as she unties the apron and lifts it off to toss it on the bed. "Speaking of sexy park mascots, I'll be late if I don't leave now."\n\n"Oh, um," you pause, your last bite of steak practically in your mouth. "Do you need to go, really?"\n\n"Sadly, much as I'd like to take the day," she replies as she finishes hauling up a pair of very short jogging shorts, then starts pulling on a tanktop. "But hey, I'd love it if you stuck around... last night was some of the most fun I've had in awhile! Basically for the time being, my apartment is your apartment, make yourself at home, and I'll be back early this evening for some more fun." The curvacious woman gives you another wink as she steps into a pair of slipons at the door, then blows you a kiss before slipping out and closing the door after herself.\n\n... Huh. Just like that, you've... got a place to stay, for the time being. And now have the body of an athlete and the dick of a Top Ten actor on Pornhub. And an incredibly hot adult woman who cooks for you, fucks you, and calls you 'stud'. Talk about from rags to an embarrassment of riches. You finish the last few bites of your breakfast and guzzle down the last of the OJ before sitting back in the chair. This has certainly been a wild ride... ... there was a bit of wild riding last night, too, you vaguely recall. But this is definitely a case of not looking a gift horse in the mouth if ever there was one, you think as you take a look around the very nice open floorplan apartment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Relax and make yourself at home.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Look into these "special toiletries".|HLMai9x2]]\n\n[[Bet Mai has some fun toys~!|HLMai]]\n\n[[Time to grab anything that's not nailed down and skedaddle.|HLMai]]

"Special toiletries"... so she's just got stuff laying around that can cause you to grow muscles and a bigger dick? Your innate curiosity basically demands you go looking for more of this sort of thing! Your decision made, you get up and start rummaging around the apartment, looking for anything that stands out or seems like it might be "special".\n\nAdmittedly, one of the first places you look is in the fridge, where you drain about half the milk. But you also notice among the more standard bits of food that there's a package of '[[Biggy Bacon|HLMai]]' that doesn't have anything but the name and a picture of a cartoon pig winking slightly too suggestively, no bar code or nutrition listings, marking it as not actually being from a store. After that you head back into the bathroom, checking out the counter area and medicine cabinet, which is obviously the first place a lot of people snoop but you've at least got a reason. You do find several things that, well, just the names alone are enough to be obviously some sort of weird items, like [[Prick Pills|HLMai]], [[Cock Cream|HLMai]], and [[Oil of Allure|HLMai10x1]]. You're also kind of curious about the '[[Sword|HLMai9x3]]' body wash itself, weren't there a few other kinds last night?

Yeah, let's start with the one you know works. Stepping into the largely dry shower, you eye the rack with the stuff in it.\n\nAlright, let's see, there's the 'Sword' itself, 'Bodywash for Manly Men'. Obviously it made you more stereotypically manly, with more muscles, a bigger dick, and a big confidence boost. So by that logic, the 'Elegant Lady Vanilla Bodywash' would probably make someone more stereotypically feminine... would it turn you into a girl?! Wow, weird thought... but not as weird as seeing the horse shampoo again. 'Whoa nelly,' you think, then snicker to yourself. But wow, would that really make you a...? ... Or maybe just parts of you.\n\nObviously the generic stuff probably doesn't do anything but get the gunk off of you. ... Which you probably ought to at least use some of that, considering the night of wild sweaty fluid-flinging sex. Although now that you're here, you're sort of curious about the other stuff. Actually... what would happen if you mixed them? You don't really want to lose this amazing dick you have, especially since Mai seems so fond of it, but she also seems to consider the effects of these things very fun. So maybe if you mixed the Sword bodywash with one of the others?\n\n<hr>\n[[Mix Sword and Elegant Lady.|HLMai9x4]]\n\n[[Mix Sword and horse shampoo.|HLMai]]

"Ye-..." You start, then trail off. Your mind feels exceptionally slow to catch up to what you actually heard, and you turn your head to look at her. "I... didn't say anything about Raptarrans, where did you hear that?"\n\nFrom the doorway, Liz snorts. "You blew it, Mom," she chides, even as her lips are curling up in a smirk again.\n\n"Oh dear, so I did," Kathren answers sheepishly, even though she too has begun to grin. "I don't think it matters, though, it looks like it's already taken effect. It's hitting the cute alien slut particularly hard, look," she adds with a giggle.\n\n"Wha...?" You turn your head, looking across the table, where Fiviv is sitting swaying in her chair slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded and face slack, as if she were practically asleep sitting up. "Loo... tennit... snap... owd..." you try, words coming out in a slur. You try to go for the phaser holstered at your hip, but all that happens when you try to move your arms is them flopping to your sides, the teacup clattering to the tabletop and spilling its contents across the surface.\n\n"You see, Doctor Fukher didn't just drop by and leave with my husband," Kathren explains in a cheerful tone as she starts to unbutton the waistband of her skirt, Liz coming to stand beside her and unbuttoning her own blouse. "She actually told us everything. About the Raptarrans, about how they're going to conquer the Federation and turn its people into their toys," she continues as she unbuttons her own blouse as Liz shrugs hers off and starts undoing her shorts, neither woman apparently wearing a bra.\n\n"We probably wouldn't have gone along with it, of course, but turns out the Raptarran already shared some things with our friend the Doctor. Like genetic manipulation techniques," Liz picks up, smirking as your eyes widen at the sight of the thick, half-hard cock that flops free once she opens her shorts and shoves them down, her mother's lacy white panties sporting a similarly large bulge. "They not only altered our bodies, they opened our minds."\n\n"Raptarrans have little use for non-Raptarrans other than using them as tools of entertainment or pleasure, but there's always a spot for assistants and collaborators, isn't there?" Kathren adds, as if she were discussing the building of a new park with playground equipment. She hooks her thumbs into her panties and skins them down, her cock springing free, her delicate hand wrapping around it and giving it a few strokes. "So of course she and Liz and I are going to be the Raptarrans' fucktoys... but we'll be special fucktoys, that get to rape and play with the other fucktoys too."\n\n"Like this one!" Liz adds cheerfully as she moves over to one side of Fiviv.\n\nYou try to move to stop them, or at least shout out in protest, but little happens other than your mouth opening and closing slightly. All you can do is watch as the naked hermaphrodite mother and daughter pair lift Fiviv up onto her back on the table and then yank and tug at her uniform, pulling the top and pants off along with her boots and underwear, until the toned, purple-skinned woman is naked in front of you, half laying in the puddle of tea. Kathren lifts Fiviv's legs up, hands resting on the front of her knees as she works her hips slowly, rubbing the underside of her cock along the lips of the lieutenant's purple pussy. "My my, before today I've never even done more than shake hands with an alien, and now I'm going to knock this little Devonian bitch up," Kathren declares in an 'isn't it a funny old world' tone, laying one hand briefly against her cheek. \n\n"Always a good thing to broaden horizons," Liz snickers as she pushes a thumb on Fiviv's chin where her head is leaned over the side of the table, making the purple-skinned woman open her mouth. Using her other hand, the teenager guides her cock past those soft purple lips, then presses in, E'li's throat bulging even as her pussy is spread open by Kathren's fat prick.\n\nSoon the Dikhard women are spitroasting the alien lieutenant with a will, moaning and gasping eagerly, Kathren's tits rubbing against Fiviv's legs, the barely conscious alien's own breasts as well as Liz's bouncing and jiggling with the motions. Liz's balls slap against Fiviv's face as that slender purple throat bulges repeatedly, while Kathren's balls slap against her taint, both Earthling women squealing and moaning shamelessly as they violate their guest. You're powerless to do anything but sit and watch as they fuck your assistant from both ends, mother and daughter leaning forward to twine their tongues together, reaching out to fondle each other's tits briefly before Kathren returns to gripping their victim's legs and Liz to fondling Fiviv's tits.\n\n"Yes, yes, I'm going to knock her up, I'm going to put a slave baby in her!" Kathren suddenly gasps, before shoving forward hard, grinding her hips in as she groans happily. "Ohhhh yes, yes fuck, take that human slave seed, you worthless alien cunt, mmmmmfuck!" she moans out, even in the midst of her filthy talk somehow retaining a bit of that gentle, old-fashioned motherly tone.\n\n"Gosh, Mom, careful or someone's going to think you sound racist," Liz says dryly as she pulls her now glistening, saliva-dripping prick from Fiviv's mouth and throat and turns towards you. You find yourself hefted up and bent over the table, your cheek thumping against Fiviv's bare belly as your pants are hauled down over your ass and down around your hips. "Oh, don't worry, you're gonna love this," Liz explains to you as she starts kneading your ass, sending little shivers of pleasure through you. "That drug-laced tea Beverley made up wasn't just a tranquilizer... among other things, it was an aphrodisiac and a fertility inducer. The mental affects are fun too... among them, you're going to get addicted to being used as a breeding sow," she adds with a snicker, delivering a slap to your ass that sends a small orgasm racing through your muscles and making your previously untouched pussy twitch.\n\nBy the time she actually pushes her cock into you, you're dripping wet, and can't help but give a low, muffled moan as she slides deep inside you. Gripping your hips, she starts fucking you hard and fast, obviously having worked herself up quite a bit by using Fiviv's throat but not cumming yet. You're rocked against Fiviv's belly, which actually bulges slightly under your cheek as Kathren starts fucking her again, apparently not satisfied with already having knocked her up. The sight, the sound, the smell of your companion getting fucked so close to you is just making it harder and harder to resist the creeping, twinging claws of the thought that you want it, you want to be knocked up, you want to be a little slave breeder, you want to be a good little baby factory for the Raptarrans and their collaborators.\n\nAnd then Liz is moaning as she shoves forward, and you can feel a hot, wet rush spreading inside you. You're starkly, completely aware that you're conceiving, that her cum is flooding into you and meeting an egg, that you're being knocked up, and the realization sends an intense orgasm shuddering through your helpless body, your eyes rolling up and tongue lolling out, dripping saliva onto the bulge of Kathren's thrusting cock through Fiviv's toned purple belly. \n\n"Welcome to the winning side, Commander," Liz sneers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|TrekF9axEnd]]

You decide to wander around the park without heading for any particular place. After all, there's plenty of stuff for a teenage guy to do, especially when he doesn't have to worry about anyone expecting him, following him around, and so on, and so on.\n\n<b>[[Mascots|WLMascotsStart]]</b>: Definitely more for the kiddies, but eh. May as well take a look at them, they might be good for a laugh.\n\n<b>[[Cruise for hookups|WLMHookupStart]]</b>: There's probably plenty of attractive people around who are looking for a little more fun than rollercoasters and souvenir shops can provide.\n\n<b>[[Look for a good hiding spot|WLMLurkStart]]</b>: Maybe you can stay after the park closes and find a decent place to sleep.\n\n<b>[[Look for some mischief|WLMischiefStart]]</b>: Just general chicanery to get into.

"Um, I guess I'll drink from your..." You gesture towards her big molded breasts, looking a bit dubious.\n\n"Alright, deary. Sit up a bit," she says cheerfully as she leans in. You sit up in the bed, legs curled around a bit as she offers one of the pink rubber nipples capping her breasts to you. You place a hand on either side of it and lean in, wrapping your lips around the thick nub and starting to suck.\n\nCandy immediately moans, and you're surprised when just as quickly you feel liquid rushing into your mouth over your tongue. It's thick, rich, and actually kind of sweet, more like cream than milk. It's absolutely delicious, too, and you find yourself sucking harder, gulping down thick mouthful after thick mouthful of the delicious milk.\n\nYou feel a tingling in your chest, but don't pay it much attention, thus not really notice as your nipples turn pink and puffy. Your chest begins to swell, quickly turning into two noticeable mounds, which get larger and larger as you drink. The tingling turns intensely pleasurable, and you moan around Candy's nipple before finally glancing down. You stare in shock as you see that you now have breasts! You bring your hands up to grab them in shock, then moan at the pleasure that runs through you.\n\n"All done, deary?" Candy asks in a disappointed tone.\n\n<hr>\n[[I don't want these!|CandyCow]]\n\n[[Turns out tits are AWESOME! Drink more!|CandyCow6x2]]

"Um, hello, uh, sir," you say, managing to keep mostly calm. You blink as you notice your voice sounds girlier now... well, you do have person-sized tits now, a bit of an estrogen rush might be expected. You clear your throat and continue. "Your wife was very kindly helping me, but we seem to have had a bit of a... messup."\n\n"I'd say this is a messup," the bull mascot growls, stomping over to the bed and glaring at you and his naked wife in turn.\n\n"I'm sorry, darling, he just looked so lost and helpless," Candy says, resting a white-gloved hand against the side of her large head. It's a little funny to hear her sounding sincerely apologetic while her face still bears its typical unmoving smile. "Then I gave him a little drink and, well."\n\n"You and your strays." Buster harrumphs loudly, then turns his glaring visage down at you. "And you, what do you have to say for yourself?" \n\nYou try to lower your head shamefacedly, but wind up pressing it against your own boobs. So instead you let your head rest back and look at him with a pitiful expression. "I'm sorry, sir."\n\n"Hmph. Well, at least you have manners." Buster surveys the situation for a few moments more, then lets out a gusty sigh. "Well, since he... though to be honest it looks more like 'she' now... can't move, and maybe you'll both learn your lesson from this, I guess she can stay."\n\n"Oh, thank you, darling!" Candy cries delightedly, bouncing up and down and clapping her gloved hands. "Do you hear that, deary, you can stay!"\n\n"As long as she earns her keep," Buster adds, the leer in his voice even if it can't change his face.\n\nYou sigh and flop your head back against the pillow, trying in vain one last time to move before giving it up as a lost cause. Sounds like you've found a new home... even if it's definitely one you would never have expected.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CandyCow6xEnd]]

You immediately fasten your lips around Candy's nipple and resume suckling more eagerly than ever, the cow mascot giving a squeal of delight. Your tits had slowed their growth, but gradually pick it up again and then gain speed as you gulp down Candy's milk so greedily. The quickly surpass D-cups and E-cups, and with a wobble and a swelling skip several letters right to J-cups. You can feel them growing heavier but you don't care, the bigger they get the better they feel!\n\nYour hands knead and squeeze at your growing boobflesh, and soon you feel Candy's white-gloved hands doing the same, teasing your now enormous puffy nipples as well. You quiver and groan as the pleasure intensifies, and once your boobs actually droop into your lap, your still normal-sized cock blasts a surprisingly large load of cum against the undersides.\n\nThen you wobble and yelp, your mouth pulled away from Candy's nipple as you're pushed backwards, a heavy weight settling atop you. Your tits are now each almost bigger than your entire torso, and have thumped you onto your back. You struggle to get up but find it futile... the wobbling tit-mountains on your chest won't let you budge an inch! You still seem to have no trouble breathing, at least, so there's that.\n\n"I can't move!"you gasp out, reaching your hands up to push on your own immense boobs, your palms and fingers pressing deeply into the yielding flesh. You then moan and freeze in place, just that much stimulation to the massive quivering mammaries almost enough to make you orgasm.\n\n"Oh my, it looks like you've gone and had too much, deary." Candy sighs, gently tweaking one of your nipples with her big gloved fingers, causing you to yelp and orgasm, your cock shooting a quick streamer of white up into the air.\n\n"Hey! What's going on here?!" demands a gruff, booming voice. You yank your head towards the doorway, your vision towards there at least not obstructed by your own tits. Buster Bull is standing in the entrance of the bedroom, his massive fists resting on his hips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play it cool. Be respectful.|CandyCow6x3]]\n\n[[You're trapped underneath the weight of your own tits and the huge, angry husband of the woman you've been fucking is in the room. PANIC!|CandyCow]]

Well, that's the least ominous of the three, you'd have to say. You start off down the fairly normal-seeming hallway, its only oddity being that it's, well, yellow. Even there it's only a bit more yellow than some lighting you're used to so you suppose it's just almost bordering on normal.\n\nThen you blink as the hallway just... ends. There's just a wall at the end of it, of the same flat whitish metal everything else is made out of. Frowning you step up and lay a hand on it... then jump as another wall slams down directly behind you, leaving you without even the room to turn around. \n\nBefore you can really even start to panic at suddenly being in such an enclosed space, restraints snap out of both walls and fasten around your ankles and wrists, lifting you up and spread-eagled. A tube-like cable writhes out of the wall like some weird technological worm, the sight of it enough to drive you fully into a panic and make you scream... only for the thing to shove itself into your mouth and down your throat, the apparently frictionless surface having no difficulties pushing past your lips and deep inside you. You jerk in the restraints as you feel another, probably identical techno-tentacle push into your ass and penetrate just as deeply, squirming and struggling as you can feel them starting to pour something into your stomach. Your eyes roll as you can feel something being injected through your wrists and ankles as well, your heart starting to pound as it feels like your blood heats up. You're vaguely aware of your body gradually changing... growing slowly from the slight, slender form that was apparently meant to give you agility and mobility in the hunt into something more luscious as your breasts, hips, and ass expand, arms taking on tone and legs gaining curvature.\n\nIt's a matter of minutes before the tentacles pull out and the restraints drop you, the forward wall sliding open at the same moment and letting you stagger out into a room. You look around, dazed, at the trio of doors, then look down at yourself. ... You wouldn't necessarily call your altered body a 'sexbomb', quite, but it's obvious you've been retooled to be more sexually attractive, at least as far as people who are into T&A go. You're not quite able to resist the urge to lift up your newly enhanced boobs to test the weight, then drop them so that they jiggle. 'Horny friggin' lizards,' you grumble silently, before taking another look around at the doorways.\n\nThere are three, again, though all three have the same lighting. This time they're different shapes... the one directly ahead is, well, rectangular, as in normal doorway-shaped, while the one to the left is circular, and the one to the right is... weird and squiggly around the edges, and it looks like the hallway beyond continues to shift and change the actual edges of its walls along with that. Weird.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the square doorway.|CyGate2x1]]\n\n[[Take the round doorway.|CyGate1x1]]\n\n[[Take the squiggly doorway.|CyGate]]

Your training takes several days, during which you're repeatedly drugged, fucked, and sometimes punished in other ways if you don't seem to be becoming compliant quickly enough. But by the end of it, you've largely forgotten your name, your past, and that you were ever anything else but the compliant slave 'Mika', property of the Sweet Suites, to be loaned out for the use of their clients.\n\nSome treat you as little more than a masturbation aid, fucking your mouth or ass (or in rarer cases, having you fuck their asses, or even rarer, pussies) and then departing without a word once they've finished getting off to their satisfaction. Others stage elaborate fantasies with you, having you dress up as their coworkers, or students, or other more fantastical things, and worship them or simply let them have their way with you. Some enjoy venting more than one kind of frustration on you... one teacher in particular always brings in the boys' gym uniform from his school and has you wear it, then spanks your ass with a ruler while cursing you and calling you a filthy little brat, leaving an overlapping group of red rectangles on your buttocks before he finally yanks open his own pants and thrusts his cock into you, usually cumming after only a few pumps.\n\nOthers want to use you as a sort of pseudo-relationship, telling you about their problems, having little dinners with you before entering tender little interludes. Others effectively make you their regular bullying targets, pulling your hair and spitting in your face, demeaning you as they fuck your throat. And both are all the same to you... just one more thing you have to do before you get your regular shot that keeps you in addled, unthinking, loyal chemical bliss.\n\nOf course, in any other situation, once you'd been used up or started getting old, you'd probably be tossed aside. But the simulation doesn't seem to have a system for things like side effects, or health problems, or aging.\n\nAfter the first hundred years or so of your life as a drug-addled sex toy, you briefly wonder just how long this is going to last. But then you go back to sucking your current master's balls, and forget all about it.\n\n<b>Personality Pendant</b> End - <i>Sweet Suites Boy</i>

Starting the shower, you lift down both bottles and eye them. Are you really gonna do this? ... Eh, why not, adventures in transformative soaps has been fun so far! Ah, but what ratio to mix them in? That might have an affect on what happens...\n\n<hr>\n[[A little bit of Sword, a lot of Elegant Lady.|HLMai]]\n\n[[A lot of Sword, a little bit of Elegant Lady.|HLMai]]\n\n[[A lot of both.|HLMai]]

"I want to try and make a potion," you reply eagerly, pausing only to moan a little as Ellana squeezes your balls gently. "I want to transform someone again!"\n\n"Excellent," she purrs, nudging you to slip off her lap and standing, leading the way down the hall, her tits and ass jiggling with every step. She leads you into her alchemy lab, a place you've only been in a few times to watch her prepare potions of her own. It's as wonderfully stereotypical a place as you could imagine, with bubbling beakers and racks of ingredients along the walls, and a large book open on a podium. Ellana stops in front of the main workbench, gesturing. "I assume you remember the proper formula and method for making a base permanent animal transformative potion?"\n\nYou rattle off a list of ingredients and how to prepare them, completing it with "-and then items representative of the animal in question."\n\n"Excellent! Now, simply do it. I'm going to go change, I think," she replies thoughtfully, starting to sashay back out of the room.\n\nYou blink. "Mistress, what items should I use?"\n\nShe turns back around to face you, laying a finger along her smile again, eyes twinkling. "Part of being an effective witch is paying attention to what people say and putting it to use in one manner or another. This potion is for that blonde girl I was watching in the mirror. Figure out what I want her turned into and make the potion for that." She starts to turn to go again, then gives a little 'ah' and turns back. "Oh, and as is usual for my tests, there is quite the consequence for failure. Pick the wrong animal, and I'll make <i>you</i> drink the potion." With that, she slips out the door.\n\nYou swallow heavily, turning back to the table with a greater sense of gravitas. Right, well. Time to get serious. You get out one of the burners and set a decent-sized cauldron atop it, then begin preparing the potion, being very careful about all the proportions and temperature and stirring instructions... you get the sense she'll make you drink a failed potion as much as if you pick the wrong animal.\n\nEventually, the potion is bubbling away. Color, smell, consistency... all of them are exactly perfect as described in the book. You let out a sigh of relief, then sober. Right. Now for the items. You need to pick stuff that is closely associated with the right animal. Not too hard... the lab also contains a magical fridge, pantry, and chest that can produce all sorts of purely mundane items for exactly this sort of magic, as well as numerous jars, bottles, and jugs of odd materials. You have a pretty good idea what to put in the potion to produce various animals, you just have to pick the right one.\n\nYou should add...\n\n<hr>\n[[A whistle, a collar, and a milkbone.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A scrap of cotton, a plastic tag, and a staff.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Milk, a bell, and some grass.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A lily pad, some pond water, and a wart.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A banana, a fez, and some cymbals.|RunForestPlaceholder]]

You eagerly open your mouth and wrap your lips around Ellana's cockhead, suckling at it with gusto. You roll your eyes up towards her face, though your vision is mostly filled by her gently swaying tits. She moans loudly, her hand urging you further down, and you gulp down more of her cock, feeling it nudge at the back of your throat before she pushes you down swiftly. You quag loudly as your throat bulges up with it, but she's apparently intent now on giving you as good a facefucking as she got.\n\nYou reach around and grip her full, firm ass, squeezing it hard as she begins pumping hard and fast, and soon her smooth, feminine balls are slapping against your chin. "I'm going to give you very long, very thorough lessons in cocksucking later," she coos, little moans and gasps dotting the words. Her tits bounce and jiggle even more furiously as she pumps her hips, right before she thrusts forward and starts pumping thick gushes of cum down your throat. Then she quickly pulls back, her cock splashing a spurt of cum all over your tongue before she can pull out. She strokes and pumps her spit-smeared length, sending more long streamers of it splashing across your face.\n\nBefore you have much time to think, she spins you around to face the other way, and then uses one hand to aim her cock and start pushing it into your ass. You moan loudly as she starts pressing you open, your own enlarged cock throbbing beneath you, jutting stiff and wobbling with every little move she makes. She gives a few small, testing thrusts, and then slams home, making you cry out loudly in pleasure as the full length is buried inside you. Ellana wastes no time in pounding away at your previously virgin ass, her tits bouncing merrily, her balls slapping against yours, making your own stiff cock sway back and forth and occasionally slap against your belly. This time when she moans loudly and begins pumping her load into you, you give your own enthusiastic cry and begin spurting cum all over the sheets yourself, your cock twitching and gushing almost in sync with the girldick buried in your ass.\n\nMaking a satisfied cooing noise, Ellana flips you onto your back and then presses down atop you, her slick, glistening tits practically smothering you, but in a very, very pleasant way. Her hands press your legs apart before she pushes back into your ass, her belly rubbing across your cock and balls as she starts fucking you as if you were a girl. You complete the image by wrapping your legs around her waist, urging her to thrust into you by pressing your heels to her ass. You wrap your arms around her as well, rubbing your face against her boobs, licking at them eagerly as she pumps away at you. This time your load splatters all over her tits and your chest, getting smeared around as she fucks you.\n\nEllana pulls out of you and rolls onto her side, sighing happily. You lay as you are for just a moment, catching your breath after the very enjoyable smothering you just got, before rolling over and pressing up behind her, sliding your cock up her own ass and starting to fuck eagerly. You reach one hand around her to fondle and squeeze one of her tits, your other hand grabbing her cock and pumping it with a speed to match the thrusts of your hips. You're not at all surprised that you can effortlessly pump another load into her after awhile of frantic fucking, nor when her cock shudders and spurts.\n\nThe two of you spend what seems like a good two days fucking and sucking in every possible configuration, you riding her, her riding you, you fucking back against her on all fours, her trying to drive you against the wall by doing the same. You only stop for brief interludes to rehydrate and eat, and then you're back at it. It's as if you'd died and gone to (bisexual) teenage boy heaven. But eventually the two of you crash and sleep for a good, long while, to raise the next day for breakfast, a thorough cleaning of the room, and then the start of your training.\n\nIt's actually not that unlike regular school, just with more going around in sexy outfits and sex breaks. Which makes all the reading and studying you have to do positively a joy, really. You have a talent for it, apparently, which just makes the studying even more enjoyable. One day, several weeks into your training, you carry a stack of books you're finished with into Ellana's study, your enlarged cock swinging under the loincloth that's all you're currently wearing. Ellana herself is only wearing a purple T-shirt that says 'EVIL' in sparkly letters across its stretched taut chest, her legs spread slightly to show off her smooth-shaven pussy as she watches her magic mirror, which she mainly seems to use to voyeur people in the nearby countryside.\n\n"Silly cow," she murmurs under her breath as you pass behind her. You pause, looking over her shoulder... she's watching the farmer's daughter again. You've seen her in the mirror several times, a very pretty, well-built blonde girl with large breasts... not as large as Ellana's, but apparently large enough to make the witch feel threatened. Or maybe it's just the whole package wrapped up in that wholesome, sweet demeanor you've seen her exhibit when you've watched along with your mistress. She's currently in a nice, bubbly bath, running her hands up and down one extended leg, suds dripping down those magnficent, tanlined tits that show she goes around in a bikini top fairly often. Ellana sits back in her chair and huffs, then beckons you over. You set down the pile of books and move over to slip into her lap, putting an arm around her neck as she slips a hand under your loincloth to lightly fondle your balls. "You've been doing quite well with your reading and papers, darling."\n\n"Mm, thank you, mistress," you moan softly.\n\n"I think it's time to start moving on to practical studies. You've been quite good, so I'll let you pick. You can either have a test of just how wicked you can be... which means you'll get to do a nice bit of fucking around... or you can show what you've learned by actually making some potion and putting it to use on someone."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wickedness test.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion test.|RunForest1x9]]

"Oooo, oneshota!" Akane squeals happily. "Yeah, yeah, I wanna oneshota!"\n\n"Yeah but like let's keep that one down a bit yanno?" you say to her, making a 'keep it down' gesture with your plastic-nailed hands, Akane quickly nodding in agreement. That <i>is</i> one that even slutty gyarus know might call for some discretion.\n\nSoon the two of you have made your way to a nearby park, sauntering along the paths in your skimpy little decorative clothing, acquiring more than a few passing glances from everyone. Of course it shouldn't be surprising that it's summer and the park is absolutely teeming with boys younger than the two of you, full of energy and running about, even from here the scent of their sweaty, active, healthy youthful forms hitting your nose and making your bare pussy practically sopping wet, instead of the just lightly damp it is constantly otherwise.\n\n"Ooooo so many cute boys an' stuff," Akane whimpers eagerly. "All of them needing to be taught to treat girls like worthless brainless cumdumps!"\n\n"Uh-huuuuh," you purr in agreement, your nipples trying to drill a hole through your bikini top. Now, how best to oneshota...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick out the cutest boy here for both of you.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Pick out a cute boy for each of you.|FRanX]]\n\n[[But <i>all</i> the boys are so cute...!|FRanX]]

The little articulated metal arms all swing up and back into the interior of the tanning bed, before the lights click off and the lid swings open. You give a contented giggle and sit up, swinging your legs around and hopping to the floor, your tits bouncing a bit less than usual. "Like, that was totally awesome!" you chirp as you take off the visor and set it aside, brushing your hands through your hair and wiggling your tits in the air brazenly.\n\n"Like, I know, right?!" Akane replies with just as bubbly a tone, shimmying back and forth a little. Her skin has been darkened even more than yours, to the color a lot of people call "chocolate", making her bright pink nipples and pale makeup stand out even more than yours. Her tits have been enlarged and firmed up too, and blonde extensions have been woven to the ends of her black hair to make them all the more blatant as they drape down to her mid-back. Her nipples have been pierced by clear little rings, a color-shifting LED somewhere inside making them shift slowly through a spectrum of colors. "It was soooo awesome!"\n\n"Mmmm, you two do look amazing," Futana-sama purrs as she strides on over, looking you and Akane's forms up and down while you both giggle brainlessly. "Here, get dressed... or I should say, decorated."\n\n"'Kay, Futana-sama!" you both chirp, before turning to the small tables next to the Gyarizers you just came out of. You find an neon blue tubetop that you wiggle on over your big firm tits, the strap showing plenty of cleavage and a little underboob. You also wiggle into the neon green miniskirt that just barely covers your ass and crotch, before stepping into the garish pink and white platform heel boots and bending over to lace them up, showing your puffy bare pussy off to your mistress. You straighten up then put on the assortment of tacky costume jewelry bracelets and rings laid out, before turning and flouncing back over. Akane is joining you at almost the same time... she's wearing a yellow bikini top with day-glo orange tiger stripes on it, and a red microskirt that's literally more like a belt, since it shows the strings of the matching yellow and orange panties and the crotch of them as well, her legs sheathed in white leather platform boots. Futana-sama hands both of you a set of shopping bags.\n\n"There, that should be enough to tide you over until you can start building up proper slutty wardrobes of your own. And what's the best way to do that?" she prompts.\n\n"Fucking men who buy them for us!" you both sing-song back.\n\n"Of course!" She smiles broadly, then holds up one elaborately-nailed finger. "Now, what are the three most important things in your life?"\n\n"Like, take lots of cock!" you immediately gush, bouncing up and down.\n\n"And be super dumb and cheerful!" Akane adds excitedly, wiggling in place.\n\n"Ummmmmm..." you both trail off, rolling your eyes towards the ceiling in airheaded fashion.\n\n"'Spread the gyaru love'," Futana-sama prompts, giggling.\n\n"Spread the gyaru love!" you both squeal excitedly, thrusting a fist up in the air. Tittering happily, the two of you turn and flounce off down the hallway and back into the swimsuit store. The shop girl smiles wickedly as she sees you both, leaning forward and briefly tugging her bikini top to the sides to show off her pierced pink nipples, and sticking out her tongue to show off the ring in it. You and Akane both giggle and turn to return the favor, flashing her back before continuing out of the shop.\n\nAs the two of you make your way through the mall, you attract plenty of stares. The garish colors draw the first glance, then they wind up staring more at the sight of how scantily-dressed you are. You notice a big group of boys who look like they could be from your school ogling you as you saunter by, and you grin wickedly, pausing to look over your shoulder at them and bend forward slightly, sliding a hand up the back of your thigh and pushing your skirt up some to show them all your bare pussy. You giggle again as several practically collapse, quickening your steps to catch up to Akane.\n\n"So, like, yanno, what should we do now, and junk?" your former fiancee and now partner in sluttiness asks, glancing over at you, eyes devoid of much in the way of higher thought processes.\n\n"Ummmmmmmm." Gosh, yeah, you've still gotta make decisions even though you're dumb, huh? Well, they'll all be slutty decisions anyway!\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's get some cock!"|FRanX13x7]]\n\n[["Let's show off to our daddies!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Let's spread the gyaru love!"|FRanX]]

Hm. Seems like making a woman become a stallion is a tad more perverse, yeah? Grinning, you walk towards the mother. The whole family of captives rouses a little as you approach, staring at you with wide, fearful eyes.\n\n"What do you want?!"\n\n"Who are you?!"\n\n"What is that?!"\n\n"Please, let us go!"\n\nSome of the pleading and shouting turns angry, even threatening as you approach the mother, though she herself goes silent and just stares at you with frightened brown eyes. Standing up on tiptoe a bit, you slip the yoke over her head and settle it around her neck, settling back and doing up the small clasp at the bottom that keeps it closed, before taking a few steps back. The whole family settles into a confused silence, staring over at the mother, who shifts her shoulders a bit uncomfortably at the heavy wood, leather, and brass object settled on them.\n\nThen she gasps, her body jerking and hips thrusting forward. You watch as the change begins, appropriately enough for the goal of this test, at her crotch. The pink slit of her pussy closes up, leaving smooth flesh below the dark blonde curls. Then a bulge begins amidst those curls, slowly pushing out from amidst them, starting to take a distinctly tubelike shape, the head flat at first and then gradually taking on a flare. The woman thrashes and struggles in her bonds while the rest of the family watches in horror as she grows a cock... a cock that's getting bigger by the moment!\n\nA bulge begins below the growing cylinder of floppy flesh, getting larger and darkening as it takes on a leathery texture, two heavy and growing balls dropping into the fleshy sack as they're formed by the transformative magic. The flesh at the root of her growing cock wrinkles and bulges some as well, starting to form into a sheath as the shaft itself takes on a mottled black and pink complexion. It only takes a minute or so, but the woman is soon sporting a truly massive equine prick, albeit a mostly soft one that sways with her movements.\n\nThe changes spread out from her cock, pale human skin starting to be replaced by horsehide, her middle thickening and enlarging as it becomes a large barrel middle. Her tits shrink away, flattening against her chest, her bonds drawing her forward as her limbs start to change shape. She gives a cry of horror as she watches her fingernails turn black and then start to merge together, fingers fusing as her hands and feet become hooves. Her next cry turns into a long neigh as her face starts to stretch out, lengthening into a muzzle that takes on a velvety texture as she continues to neigh and whicker in distress. Her ass enlarges, turning into large, full flanks as blonde hair sprouts from her tailbone.\n\nThe metal bands set all four of her (his?) hooves onto the ground as the final changes occur, the woman's neck lengthening and thickening, limbs finishing their change into all being long, slender legs. The woman-turned-stallion rears and lets out a whinny, forehooves beating at the air, and for a moment you're afraid she'll take off running or try to trample you. But then she thuds back down to all fours and stays where she is, letting out a long snort, limp horsecock dangling down until the tip almost brushes the ground. It's a <i>huge</i> horse, and you stare at it in amazement... the rest of the family is staring as well, though you suspect it's more in the 'numb shock' vein.\n\nWow. You've actually changed a woman into a stallion. Your cock gives a little twitch just at the realization, and you grin at the rather human look of fear and shock on the horse's face. Still, before you start enjoying yourself, there's the next part... using the Mare brand to pick out one of the untransformed humans for the stallion to fuck. Preferably the most perverse option...\n\n<hr>\n[[Dad.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Brother.|RunForest1x5]]\n\n[[Sister.|RunForestPlaceholder]]

You make your way out of the barn and back to the house, finding the back door still open. The living room seems empty, but you hear Ellana's voice call "In here~," from further down the hall. You make your way to where you heard her voice, stepping into an elegantly-appointed bedroom, and stare. The witch is stretched out on a massive bed with purple satin sheets, completely naked, one purple-nailed hand running up her bare thigh, drawing your gaze from her enormous tits to her smooth-shaven pussy, then back up as she runs her hand all the way back up to her smile.\n\n"A perfect result, my apprentice. You twisted and perverted the sexualities of all involved, going as far from society's standards as you could... mother fucking son up the ass, daughter fucking father up the ass. Glorious. Get rid of those clothes and come lay down, let's begin your reward."\n\nDon't have to tell you twice! You quickly shuck your shirts and shoes, though as you wiggle down your jeans and underwear, you ask, "So what will you do with that family now?"\n\n"The transformed ones' new shapes are permanent. Perhaps I'll change the other two into an actual bitch and a literal mare. That would be a delightful extra little twist... made the mates of their parent and child," Ellana muses, smiling as she watches you approach and clamber up on the bed to lay down next to you. She gives her hand a flick, fingers now holding a small green glass vial. "Open your mouth. Oh, don't hesitate... you're going to have to learn to obey orders, whether you trust me or not."\n\nCan't really argue with that. You open your mouth, letting her pour the fizzy, sort of blueberry-flavored liquid over your tongue. You swallow, then gasp in pleasure as your cock throbs. It twitches and pulses with your heartbeat, with each pump causing it to grow larger and longer. Your hips twitch as your cock gets larger and heavier, thumping against your belly, veins pulsing visibly as it gains a half inch with every beat of your heart. It finally stops at about sixteen inches or so, if you had to guess.\n\n"Mm, much more fitting for the fun we'll have," Ellana murmurs, rolling over on top of your legs. You gasp loudly as she wraps those huge, soft tits of hers around your enlarged cock, squeezing and kneading so that the supple flesh moves all around your sensitive length. "Of course, eventually you'll learn to give yourself one of any size or shape you like, or change anything else about yourself you care to. But for now, this should be enough for us to have plenty of fun with," she adds, right before tilting her head down and wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, starting to suck and swirl her tongue.\n\nYou moan and grip handfuls of the sheets as she works her tits up and down, pumping them a short distance but still managing to engulf your whole shaft while she sucks at the head. You've cum twice already in fairly quick succession, but between your first ever titjob (and an amazing one it is) and the pleasure that potion induced, you don't last very long. You let out a cry as your enlarged cock surges, gushing out what feels like a truly tremendous first blast into her mouth. She swallows quickly and then raises her head, cooing delightedly and letting you spurt even more cum all over her tits and face. Even through the surges of pleasure, you can't help but stare as you coat her in what must be at least half a gallon of thick, sticky jizz.\n\n"Mmmm." She smears some of it off of her face and sucks her fingers clean, then without another word rises onto all fours and turns around, shaking her ass at you like a bitch in heat, those heavy tits dangling down below her. Again, you don't need to be asked twice, and you quickly clamber up onto your knees and move up behind her, rubbing the cum-smeared tip of your cock up and down the cleft between her thick, pudgy lower lips before pushing in between them. You moan at the amazing feel of her pussy, hotter and wetter than you could have imagined, gripping and squeezing around all sixteen inches as you slide them inside. Leaning forward, you finally get your hands on those tits as you start pumping your hips. You knead her glorious boobs, feeling slickness on your fingers as you rub your cum into her skin.\n\nEllana moans lustily, bucking herself back against you, her tits jiggling and wobbling against your palms. "Yes, fuck my pussy, you little animal," she purrs, her big, round ass thumping your hips and jiggling with every thrust. "Yes, yes, mmm, oh, you can give someone the body and energy of a teenage boy, but there's nothing like being fucked by the genuine article!" She looks back over her shoulder at you, long black hair falling over the other one to pool on the sheets, her dark eyes glittering, elegantly beautiful face showing a shameless expression of pleasure. "Spank my ass! Spank my bitch ass, darling!"\n\nYou moan loudly, straightening up and shifting your grip to her curvaceous hips, then bring one hand up and swing it down hard, smacking one of her big round asscheeks with a loud *THWAK* and leaving a pink imprint. You slap her ass again and again between your thrusts, losing yourself in the pleasure of her pussy wrapped around your cock and her butt jiggling under your slaps. When you feel a growing pressure from deep within again, you can't resist the temptation to pull out, wrapping a hand around your cock and pumping it furiously, moaning as you paint another riduclously voluminous load all over Ellana's spanked-pink ass and well-fucked pussy.\n\n"Mmm, yes, that's it, cum all over me, feels so good," the witch coos, wiggling her cum-smeared ass as you spend yourself all over her perfect skin. After a moment she straightens up and turns around to face you, giving another small flourish to produce a bottle similar to the one she used with you. She swigs it down, then moans sensually, running her hands down her glistening tits and smooth belly, framing her crotch as the front of it bulges and changes.\n\nYour eyes widen as you watch Ellana grow her own impressive cock... actually, a bit more impressive than the one she's given you, it looks like. She smirks at you, reaching out to slip her fingers into your hair and grip tightly, then tugging you down with a surprising amount of strength. You oof a bit, catching yourself on your hands, and finding yourself eye level with eighteen inches of smooth-skinned, hairless, and, well, pretty girlcock. A clear drop of pre gathers at the hole in the tip, almost touching your nose. It's clear from your mistress' strength and the power she's got anyway that you're going to suck her cock, it's only your choice <i>how</i> you suck it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Reluctantly.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Enthusiastically.|RunForest1x8]]

Well, Ellana said that the collar would only fit a teen, so that just leaves you with one option for pairings, doesn't it? Grinning, you retrieve the collar and walk towards the naked girl, watching as her eyes widen and she begins to struggle, her slender, naked body shaking. "No! Please! I don't wanna get turned into anything! Especially not a guy anything!"\n\n"Oh?" You glance off to the side, and smirk. "Doesn't look like your dad agrees. In fact I think he wants to see you get turned into a male dog."\n\n"I-it's not true!" he splutters, looking away in shame. The statement is given the lie, though, by the fact that his hard cock twitches, sending a little dribble of pre running down the underside of it. \n\nYou snicker, looking back at the girl's blushing head. "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll feel good when you're fucking him up the ass," you assure her, before slipping the black leather collar around her neck and fastening it, quickly stepping back.\n\nThe transformation starts almost immediately this time, and she cries out at what must be the strange sensation of her pussy sealing up and the pleasurable feeling of her cock starting to grow. It pushes out from her smooth crotch, which quickly starts to be covered in thick black fur. Her cock grows, not quite as large as the stallion's, but still quite big, a foot at least, and much more quickly than the other did. It takes on a spearlike shape and darkens from her skin tone to a shiny, veiny red, bulging out at the bottom just above where the black fur is forming the base of her sheath. She whimpers and thrusts her hips a few times, her growing balls set to swaying as the black fur spreads over more and more of her body, changing the shape of her as it goes. Her shoulders broaden, her tits flatten as her chest swells and thickens. She stares as her arms and legs shorten, whining some as she sees her fingers getting shorter as her hands curl into paws. The bands adjust to fit her new forelegs and hindlegs as they shift to lower her onto all fours on the floor, her neck thickening and face pushing out into a muzzle, ears lengthening to points and shifting to the top of her head, hair turning into short black fur. She shudders as a short, stubby tail pushes out from above her transformed ass, her whole body having turned into some big, powerfully-built black dog that you think might be bigger than you are.\n\nHer father stares at her, and at the jutting, red dog cock beneath her as you move back to the table to retrieve the brand. He offers no resistance, not even futile wiggling against the bonds as you move behind him. He hisses in a hard breath through his teeth as you press the brand to his ass and leave the B mark seared onto his skin, muscles flexing taut. You step back and set the brand down, filling your hand with your cock again and starting to stroke slowly as he's swung around and lowered to all fours, his daughter-turned-dog's eyes glazing over just like his wife-turned-stallion's did.\n\nThe big black dog moves around behind her father and mounts up, wrapping her forelegs around his middle and starting to hump, panting as she desperately tries to find her mark. Her foot-long puppy prick slips along the cleft of his ass a few time before the tip finds his pucker and shoves in. She lets out a long, ecstatic howl as she begins pounding away at his tight hole, beastfucking him right from the very start. Her father doesn't even bother to deny his pleasure now, moaning eagerly as his transformed daughter's canine cock pumps into his ass, making his own hard cock bounce and sway underneath him.\n\nThe transformed girl's tongue lolls out, drool dripping onto her father's head and neck as she fucks him eagerly, doggy claws dragging lightly along his belly. He starts rocking back against her thrusts, actually fucking back against her, moaning every time her swollen knot thuds against his already stretched asshole and stretches it just a bit more. And then finally that huge knot is shoved forward and pops inside him, the girl-turned-dog letting out another pleasured howl as her knot swells even bigger and she begins pumping her load deep into her father's ass. He lets out a howl of his own and starts cumming, his cock twitching and sending long streamers of creamy white to land on the packed dirt floor. \n\nYou've never seen a dog look so shamefaced as she swings around, truly bitch-tying with her father, her black furry balls resting against his hairy human ones and her fuzzy ass pressing up against his. She wiggles and squirms as she continues cumming in his ass, occasionally letting out an embarrassed but pleasured whimper, especially as you spill your second load all over the two of them's asses. But eventually her knot shrinks, cock abruptly slipping out of his well-fucked ass before she pads off into one of the stalls, her father's bands lifting him up and floating him into one of the others, doors swinging closed behind them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, time to go see what your grade is.|RunForest1x7]]

Something about the sign sort of demands your attention. It doesn't seem like someone would go to all the effort of carving it and make the lower half just a bunch of gibberish. You examine the letters for awhile, then realize that they're arranged so that if you read them diagonally, they form a message: 'Apprentice wanted. Bring all a letters from this sign to apply.'\n\nHunh. Well, hell. Why not? You pry the sign off of its post and try to break it apart, and find that it's surprisingly easy... apparently subtly designed to be so. You crack the three letter A's out of the text, then head off down the path. You're not sure what you're expecting to see when you come to the end of it... maybe a house made of candy? But what you actually find is sort of neo-rustic log cabin tucked in amongst the trees, with wooden fences running off to either side to encircle a bit of a cleared area behind it. Pretty classy-looking for a witch's lair, huh? \n\nAs you're approaching the door, you hear an *ahem* from nearby. You look around but don't see anyone... until one of the bushes rustles. A fox emerges, bold as you please, making you stare in shock... you sort of figured a wild animal like that wouldn't want to approach humans. Maybe it's tame or something? Especially since it walks up to you and sits, practically grinning up at you.\n\n"Well. Looks like someone's turned up to apply for Ellana's apprentice position."\n\nThat makes you jump and stumble back a few steps, your eyes wide. "Holy crap you can talk!"\n\n"How do you know foxes can't talk? How many have you known?" the fox replies in its surprisingly deep, rich, bushy tail swishing. Then it gives a chuckle. "I'm just messing with you, of course I'm a magic fox. Going to have to get used to that sort of thing if you want to be a witch's apprentice."\n\n"Um... right." You can't really argue with that, you guess... even if you were prepared to argue with a talking fox.\n\n"You know, though, Ellana prefers girls," the fox warns, waggling its brows suggestively. "You might be rejected just for that."\n\n"What?!" You hadn't realized that you were already becoming attached to the idea of an apprenticeship until you suddenly find it threatened. Maybe being introduced to a talking fox made the whole magic thing seem more real all of a sudden? And now said talking fox is telling you that you might be screwed. "That's not fair!"\n\n"Indeed, but wicked witches are rarely fair. In several senses of the term," he replies in a sympathetic tone. "Still, if you're determined, I could help you!"\n\n"What, really?" You blink a few times, leaning down towards him. "How?"\n\n"Why, I could turn you into a girl, of course!" The fox grins broadly again. "A cute girl that would find her way right into Ellana's heart! I'm suuuure she'd take you then! So, what do you say, hm? Let me turn you into a girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[No thanks.|RunForest1x2]]\n\n[[Well... okay.|RunForestPlaceholder]]

You have to admit (or at least part of you does) that you'd really like to see Akane in one of the super skimpy, utterly show-offy bikinis. Hell, you'd kind of like to see any girl in one, though that's probably more the player than the character part of you. You reach out for one of the hangers and bring it over. "How about this one?"\n\nAkane's jaw drops, her face turning red... you're not sure if it's in embarrassment or anger. Probably both. "W-w-w-WHAT?! Ranma, you... you pervert! How could you even...?!"\n\n"Look, there's a very good reason I picked this one!" you blurt, sensing an incoming mallet.\n\nShe scowls darkly, but seems to back off into a simmer, if for nothing else than she seems curious. She squints at you, then growls, "Alright, Ranma, I'll give you just one chance to explain why <i>anyone</i>, let alone me, would ever wear anything like that! If you can't, you'd better be prepared for the ultimate punishment!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to explain it yourself.|FRanX14x1]]\n\n[[Get the store clerk to explain it.|FRanX13x4]]\n\n[[Wait, 'the ultimate punishment'?|FRanX]]

"Hey, fine by me, as long as I have fun, right?" you reply with a grin.\n\n"Oh, what a good little sociopath you are." Ellana smiles and pats you on the head, then turns and beckons. "This way, then."\n\nShe leads you through the sliding glass door and into the back yard, towards that barn thing you saw earlier. Pulling open the door, she holds you to a stop at the very entrance, letting your eyes adjust to the dimness inside.\n\n"Now then... I'm sorry, I didn't ask for my new apprentice's name."\n\n"Oh, it's Eric." Then you blink as your eyes adjust enough to see what's inside. "Whoa."\n\nFour people are floating a few inches off the floor, their arms straight out to the sides, their ankles together, apparently held that way by the metal bands around their wrists and ankles. One is a woman, probably about Ellana's age, and nicely-endowed... not <i>as</i> nicely, but still. Her hair is brown and shoulder-length, falling around her face since she's got her head leaned forward. Next to her is a man about the same age, his limp cock dangling down against his thighs, black hair cropped short. The other two are a boy and a girl about your own age, both with sandy hair, the boy with his (slightly smaller) cock dangling down, the girl with her A-cups and smooth crotch showing.\n\n"A family I discovered camping nearby. Silly things, now they've become my playthings. Well... actually, they've become your entrance test." Ellana gestures you into the shadows just inside the door, then gestures to four items on a sturdy table... a yoke, a collar, and two small branding irons, one shaped like an 'M', the other like a 'B'.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/AliJvAY.png><img src=https://i.imgur.com/3bvYCYE.png><img src=https://i.imgur.com/A8s6vsj.png><img src=https://i.imgur.com/ztBrqgP.png>\n\n"What are these? How is this my... uh, test?" you ask, glancing up at her.\n\n"These are enchanted items. The yoke will turn whoever it is put on into a large stallion. The 'M' brand will designate whoever it is used on as his Mare, and they'll immediately be fucked by him. The collar will turn whoever it is put on into a large male dog. The 'B' brand will designate whoever it is used on as his Bitch." She smiles and lays a finger alongside her mouth again. "Now, the yoke will only fit on an adult, and the collar on a teen, but the brands can be used on anyone. Your task, apprentice, is to come up with the most perverted possible combination of these items and the family there."\n\nYou frown at that. "The <i>most</i> perverted? I mean... well, what you're saying is pretty perverted right off the bat, right?"\n\n"True, but there are levels. There is a least perverse way to do this, and a most. A good wicked witch can properly sense which is which, to make a bit of a tongue twister of it." She wags a finger. "Now, if you hit one of the middle grounds, I may allow you to make it up to me by adding a bit more perversity to the situation yourself. If you get the best, you're of course my apprentice, and I will... reward you..." She uses her upper arms to press her huge tits together, making them look even larger. "Very thoroughly. However, if you're so unimaginative as to provide the <i>least</i> perverse result, then I'm afraid that you'll join them."\n\nSomething about the way she says that makes you shiver a little. You suddenly realize that this apprenticeship will definitely not be without its dangerous moments. "I-I see."\n\n"Oh, perhaps you're beginning to. Anyway, I'll step out and leave you to it... wouldn't want you gazing over at me for answers every time you're uncertain." She turns and sashays back out the door, turning to pull it closed after her, "But I will be keeping an eye on things, to be certain. Still, don't feel shy... that's one of the first things you'll need to get rid of."\n\nYou stare after her for a few moments, then glance down. ... Right. Shrugging, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, pushing down the front of your underwear to let your hard cock spring free... between Ellana's teasing and the rather nice naked bodies on display, you've been uncomfortable for awhile. If she says not to be shy, you'd better not be shy. Luckily your jeans still fit well enough to stay up without being buttoned. You glance at the four floating people, who still seem not to have noticed you... the magic of their bindings must be keeping them a bit dazed. \n\nOkay. You look back at the table, then pick up the large wood and leather yoke. It's not quite as heavy as you expected... well, magic, after all. Might as well start with this. You turn back towards the captives. Now... which of the family members to put it on? It can only go on an adult, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Dad.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Mom.|RunForest1x4]]

"Um, thanks for the offer and all," you reply. It seems like a good idea, somehow, not to deliberately offend a magic fox. "But I think I'll pass."\n\n"Oh, suit yourself, if you want to be dull," the fox says with a sigh, coiling around and slinking back into the bushes.\n\nShrugging a bit, you walk up to the door and knock.\n\nIt takes a moment, but then the door swings open, and your jaw drops. The woman standing in the doorway is wearing the typical witch's hat and black dress... a very tight, very thin black dress that hugs up against breasts that are each a good deal bigger than your head, the material clearly outlining her stiff nipples and puffy areola, as well as her curvy hips, but the slit in the side bares pretty much the entirety of one long, curvy leg. Her hair is long and straight and black, with a single stripe of white running along it even though she only looks like she might be in her late thirties.\n\n"Well, what's this now?" She smirks at you, plucking one of the wooden letters out of your hand with fingers that have purple-painted fingernails. "Looks like someone smart enough to read my ad has finally come along. And what a cute boy you are, too," she coos, curling her fingers around your chin.\n\nYour face goes red, and you squirm in place. "Um... uh, thanks."\n\n"Come in, come in!" She steps back and turns around, showing that the dress clings nicely to the curves of her ass as well, showing off the cleft of it. You follow her eagerly enough as she leads you into a rather classy, well-appointed living room, although it's done in a weird mix of western rustic and Halloween. "You seem like you have the potential to make a fine apprentice," she continues, turning around to face you.\n\n"Really?!" You can't keep the surprise out of your voice, and sheepishly add, "Um... there was this fox outside, he said-"\n\n"Ah, ran across Loki, did you?" Ellana quirks a slender black eyebrow. "First rule of the magical world, never trust a fox. In any event, whatever Loki told you, I think you'll do fine. Teenage boys make <i>excellent</i> wicked witch potentials. I am Ellana, and if you agree, I will be your mistress for the foreseeable future."\n\nYou try desperately to suppress the images <i>that</i> brings to mind, but are soon sporting a bulge in your jeans. Ellana looks right at it, then smirks at you before continuing. "Though you understand, you are applying to be a <b>wicked</b> witch. That means doing evil things... specifically, evil, perverted things."\n\n"Evil?" You blink. "Perverted?"\n\n"Correct. A wicked witch uses magic to do things to humans... transform them, curse them, ensorcel them, all that. The more perverted the things you do or cause them to do, the stronger your magic will grow... with stronger magic, you can do even more amazing things to humans and cause even more perversity, and thus more power, and so on. Now..." She lays one finger alongside her mouth, smiling. "Does that sound like something you could do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[I don't want to be evil!|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Sounds fun!|RunForest1x3]]

You yank your hand back as a pang of guilt strikes you. How would you feel if someone stuck your shampoo bottle up their butt? You're pretty sure Baal would hate that, and would really give you what-for for it. Restraining yourself, you focus on thinking unsexy thoughts until your cock sags and you feel a bit more under control. The next time you reach for a shampoo bottle, it's so that you can clean your hair. Keeping your mind off various tantalizing subjects isn't that easy, but you manage to complete your shower with a minimum of groping yourself.\n\nStepping out and snagging the towel you brought from the other room, you dry off thoroughly. You notice a comb set aside and, hoping that means it's for guests, do your best to subdue your unruly hair just slightly. Hitching the towel around your middle, you head back into the outer room. You wonder if Baal will be able to get the goo out... or what she thought of it and its location. You blush in embarrassment... and do so even more as you recall that she seemed to have a pretty good idea what she'd find anyway. Man, those mascots must do this pretty often, darn perverts.\n\nYou notice a small stack of folded clothes on the bench and walk over to it, unfolding the top garment. It's a rather flimsy white tanktop... well, no, actually it's a spaghetti-strap top, with a little slightly lacy design around the top and bottom. You wince at it, but rationalize that maybe Baal just didn't have anything more masculine than that for you to wear. Of course, that makes it even worse when you realize that under the top is a black, pleated skirt and a pair of white cotton panties. You'd do your best to rationalize it away... but then you find a pair of white and black striped thigh-high stockings. \n\nIt's obviously not that girl's clothes were all she had... she <i>wants</i> you to crossdress!\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... what else can you do?|EricBaalPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just wear the towel, that's what!|EricBaalPlaceholder]]

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

You yawn again and push yourself to your feet, carefully stepping over a few of the others and making your way over to the tent wall that was lifted up last night so you could come in. You press against it, finding that the cloth is a lot more sleek and firm... in fact, there's no yield at all as you press against it. You frown a little, then make your way around the edge of the tent until you find the actual opening. As you approach it, it rolls up and out automatically, making you blink, but not seeing what else to do you step through.\n\nYou find yourself in a well-lit hallway with striped red and white walls that look... well, they kind of look like they're made of metal that's textured and patterned like cloth. You walk over to touch one, finding it feels a lot like the tent walls inside did. "Weird," you murmur, slowly setting off down the hallway and looking for a place to exit to the actual circus. \n\nSeveral hallways later you're starting to wonder just where you are now. You've passed several of what look like tent flap doors, but none of them opened for you despite being prodded at. You've just passed a small alcove when you hear footsteps approaching. Acting more on instinct than anything else, you duck into said alcove and press yourself up against the wall. You stare a bit as a pair of people walk by, both in variations of brightly-colored bodysuits, one of them a large-breasted woman with long black hair and stark white skin, but the other is... an upright lion?! Just strolling along, swinging arms that end in massive slightly pawlike hands, head wreathed by a thick golden mane, bodysuit showing off a truly impressive bulge at his crotch.\n\n"We'd better get some security and go around checking the various storage areas," the lion-man rumbles. "We always wind up with a lot of stowaways after shows on these low development planets."\n\n"I do feel a bit bad for them, but we don't have room to take in everyone," the woman answers breezily. "I'm sure they'll all wind up useful one way or another though!"\n\nStowaways? ... Wind up useful? Wait, does that include you? Or those other guys in the storage area? Oh man, you've been... abducted by aliens! Or... accidentally stowed away with aliens! What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run like mad!|StarCirc]]\n\n[[Throw yourself on their mercy!|StarCirc2x1]]\n\n[[Sneak along and see what happens.|StarCirc]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|StarCirc]]\n\n[[Find some help.|StarCirc1x2]]

There has to be someone who can explain what's going on! You carefully edge back out into the hall and hurry along, trying to muffle the squeaks of your sneakers on the floor as much as you can.\n\nYou make your way down several more hallways, until you spot someone familiar-looking, at least by their clothes. Tara! Though she's bent over and has her head inside an open panel on the wall, you can make out her body shape. She's dressed almost identically, though now her top and pants are made out of something that looks kind of like rubber but apparently fits and moves like spandex (with the black pants doing, admittedly, even more for her fantastic butt than the jeans did). Her jacket looks a bit flashier too, with glowing silver clasps up the front and various little panels on it as well. "Tara!" you hiss as you go running over.\n\nYou almost yelp as she withdraws from the panel and looks over at you. She still looks like her, alright, but you catch a glimpse of pointed ears, and her eyes are now solid blue and glowing faintly. "Oh, good. Here, kid," she says, taking your hand and plopping a half-dozen or so little translucent orange items with one grimy metal side each on them. "Get a wire brush out of my bag and clean those off."\n\n"... Uh." Train of thought thoroughly derailed by how matter-of-fact she is about it, you look down and around, quickly spotting what looks a bit like a doctor's bag open on the ground. You rummage in it and come up with a broad brush with stiff bristles, holding it up. "... This one?"\n\nShe lifts her head briefly from the panel and glances down. "Yeah, that one's fine, just get as much of that crap off them as you can."\n\n"... 'Kay." You settle down to sit on the floor, setting most of the chips to one side of you and holding one as you begin scouring at it with the brush.\n\nSeveral times other strange people pass, some with clown-like makeup(?) on their faces, others resembling animal-people like the others you saw, and a good assortment with just slightly alien features. Several do give you sharp looks, but apparently at noticing you're working with one of their own they pass on by without incident. Eventually Tara reaches a hand down and makes a 'gimme' gesture with her fingers along with a grunt, and you hurry to scrub up the last chip before depositing them back in her hand. She fiddles with the inside of the panel, then draws back and swings it closed. "There." She reaches up to press on the little circus tent shaped pin on her jacket's collar, a few notes of the familiar 'circus song' playing. "Relay 1D9 back online."\n\n<i>"Got it, thanks Tara,"</i> chirps a voice in response, before the sad trombone noise plays.\n\n"Whassup, kid, you look pale. You not get breakfast yet or something?" Tara asks, resting her hands on her hips as she turns towards you fully.\n\n"Uh... no."\n\n"C'mon then, we'll grab some chow, still a lot of work to do," she says, proffering her hand.\n\n"... yeah okay." You accept her hand and let her pull you to your feet, falling in just behind her (and trying not to stare at her butt in those pants). "Uh... Tara, where are we?"\n\n"On our way to our next show in Alpha Centauri. Probably tour around there for a few weeks before making our next cruise, that one'll be a pain, lots and lots of space time."\n\n"... We're in space?" you echo faintly.\n\n"Mhm." She glances over at you, quirking her slender black eyebrows. "Congratulations, kid, you have run away to join the circus probably harder than any kid from your hometown ever thought possible. Lucky for me too, we're too shorthanded for me to have a gopher otherwise, and you're perfect for that until you get trained up enough to do anything else."\n\n"Uh." You try to think precisely what you want to say to that.\n\n<hr>\n[["But I wanna go home!"|StarCirc]]\n\n[["... Yeah okay."|StarCirc]]\n\n[["Do I have to be a gopher?"|StarCirc]]\n\n

"Wait, I... so what do I do, is there a cursor or...?" you ask the empty air, wiggling your finger around, seeing nothing appear. "I don't have a controller, so how do I select stuff? Is there a controller I have to pick up? Do I just... press stuff? Do I need to double-tap my selections, or do I say it? What do I do, where's the help file?!"\n\nIn the midst of your fretting, a window pops up in front of you. 'Complete refusal to reason detected. Initiating tutorial, AKA Baby Mode.'\n\n"Hey!" you cry in an insulted tone, then blink as the guard in red suddenly turns into something that looks a lot like a decorative Christmas nutcracker, and the dog into a stuffed animal. Then you yelp as your tights abruptly disappear, leaving your legs bare. You shift in place, feeling something bulky wrapped around your hips and crotch, and hearing a plastic-like crinkling noise. Your cheeks and ears heat as you realize that the smarmy popup wasn't kidding about 'Baby Mode'... it's turned your tights into a diaper.\n\nAnother popup appears, this time with the text much larger and rainbow-colored... and for just that added extra insult, it's in Comic Sans. 'Okay! This is a fight! These happen in games! Don't worry, you're definitely going to win! Okay, friend! First up we're going to cast a "Spell"! That's a magic trick that does owies on bad guys! You've got a couple of "Spells", but since you don't know how to use them, we'll tell you exactly which ones to use and how! Okay! Point at the bad soldier man and say "Shocky"!'\n\nYou grind your teeth in humiliated anger, but no amount of jabbing at the dialog box or the menu (which is now greyed out entirely except for where it said 'Bolt 1', which now reads 'Shocky' in Comic Sans, with 'Shocky-Wocky' greyed out next to it). Finally in a bit of defeat, you raise your hand to point at the nutcracker soldier and mutter "Shocky."\n\nA bright yellow jag of comically zig-zag shaped electricity soars from your palm over to strike the nutcracker with a loud "ZAP!" that is apparently spoken aloud by some voice actor, the nutcracker soldier exploding into brightly-colored confetti as he's struck. The plush dog then waddles its way over with a motion as if an invisible hand were making it 'walk', and headbutts you harmlessly in the stomach with a squeak-hammer noise. Your HP bar (which now no longer has numbers) drops a sliver, and another popup appears.\n\n'Oh no! You got an owie! You better make yourself all better! Say "I need a band-aid pwease!" to make the owie go away!'\n\n"What?! No! I'm not saying that!" you blurt. "It's like two points of damage, I don't need to use a healing spell!" you add, continuing to jab at the greyed-out parts of the menu. "Let me just play the game, I just had a brainfart, I could have figured it out! Hey!" But none of your ranting or raving helps anything. In fact you can't even tap the only non-greyed-out word on the menu ("I need a band-aid pwease", right next to "Mommy, kiss it better!")... every time you do, the 'Say' on the floating dialog box flashes. You grind your teeth, but finally huff out "... I need a band-aid, please..." Nothing happens, and another word of the dialog box flashes. Trembling with fury, you barely manage to calm yourself enough to growl "I. Need. A. Band-aid. <i>Pwease</i>."\n\nA pink band-aid with Peanuts characters on it appears on your stomach where the plush dog headbutted you, and your HP bar refills entirely. The dialog box reappears, now reading 'Okay! Good work! You healed your owie! Now let's take down the last bad guy! Don't wanna waste your magic tricks, so whack him on the head by shouting "Whacky-smacky"!'\n\n"I've got plenty of-!" You start, then grit your teeth. No, it's obvious at this point that you're not going to be allowed to do anything on your own until you've satisfied the tutorial's requirements. Sighing, you announce "Whacky-smacky," and find yourself being yanked through the air. Your staff seems to have turned into a pool noodle at some point, and makes the same exaggerated squeak hammer noise as it thumps atop the stuffed dog's head, which explodes with confetti. Text announcing 'You win! YAY!' pops up, before another box appears. 'Okay! Follow your friends!' A huge, glowing arrow appears in front of you, leading across the platform and down the stairs. Trying for at least some bit of autonomy, you try to walk across another section of the platform to see if there's anything to find... and discover that your body literally won't move unless it's to follow the arrow exactly. Hanging your head, you walk along the clearly-outlined path, since you're unable to do anything else.\n\nYou find that the environment looks plastic and somewhat thick and rounded... sort of like an upsized playset for slightly-older-than-toddlers. And of course with every step you have to feel the shift and hear the crinkle of the diaper you're wearing, only heightening your sense of shame and annoyance. When you come into view of the rest of the party, you stop and stare... they've all turned into plush people. They're still the same size they were before, but they're proportioned more like the 'Chibi' versions from the game and are very clearly made of cloth and plastic.\n\n"Oh hi new friend! We are telling everyone our names! Here's your gosh-darn fun name!" the plush Barret announces, before you see 'Erica' on your menu change to a bright pink 'Baby'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Flip out.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Hold it together.|FF7F]]

Well, the whole point was to make Ranma "drown in pleasure", as it were... as amusing as it might be to teach her to be a masochist, you wanna see what this machine's got. Tapping the 'Pleasure' option, you tuck the tablet under your arm and watch the machine as it makes a low whirring sound, Ranma jerking a bit in place and giving an "MMF?!" as she obviously realizes it's doing something too. \n\nA slot on the base opens up, sliding out what looks a lot like one of those 'magic wand' vibrators out, the kind with the slender main body and the almost spherical head, albeit this one attached to a little bendable arm. Ranma struggles and wriggles in her bonds all the more as it rises up further between her legs, and gives a muffled yelp as more of the arms slide around from the sides, placing a pair of pink pill-shaped plastic devices against her nipples and then taping them in place, their cables trailing back into the openings of the side panels. Ranma makes a noise of outrage and protest as the blunt head of the vibrator presses up against her pussy, indenting the plump outer lips some... then gives a much louder and more shocked yelp as it starts up with a low, steady buzz, echoed faintly by the buzzing of the vibrators attached to her nipples.\n\nGrinning, you take a moment to bring up the menu and spawn yourself a chair (making sure to pick one that's got a little side table you can set the control tablet on) and strip down before sitting and resuming, stroking your stiff prick as you watch Ranma start to buck and writhe in place, clearly trying to lift herself away from the large, vibrating head of the device and not having any luck. She tries to shoot you an even more murderous glare when she sees you casually jerking off to her state, but is quickly distracted as the buzzing from the vibrators briefly intensifies before settling back into that low, steady hum.\n\nWhile still outraged and angry, you can gradually hear her gagged moans taking on a more embarrassed, slightly pleasured tone, her squirming in her bonds turning mildly more desperate but also a bit less deliberate, as if she were starting to become steadily more distracted by the pleasure she's being forced to feel. You can see her pussy is glistening now where it's being gently pressed upon by the magic wand, and gradually little wet droplets are starting to slide down over the black rubber of the head. You grin as you continue slowly stroking your cock, not hurrying yourself... it's obvious there's plenty more to come.\n\nAfter some time, the buzzing stops and the magic wand lowers slightly, coming away from Ranma's now obviously thoroughly wet pussy. The redhead slumps in the manacles, panting through the ball gag, drool running down her chin, obviously for a moment too relieved by the respite to even bother glaring at you or trying to demand to be released. Then her head perks up and glances around searchingly at the sound of another armature moving. "Mmf?!" She quickly spots that one has slid out holding another pink plastic vibrator, this one roughly the same size and shape as a chicken egg, with the power cable attached to the wider end. Her eyes flick worriedly down to her tits, clearly thinking that's a replacement for the pill vibrators that have been stimulating her nipples... then widen as the arm swings it lower and behind her, the sound of something wet squirting audible. "Mmf! Mmf!" she protests, shaking her head wildly, then giving a "MMMMMMNN!" as the arm pushes forward, very obviously sliding the egg vibrator up her ass.\n\n'Nice,' you think with a snicker as the magic wand rises back up into place and the buzzing resumes, this time already starting out at a slightly higher pitch and with more regular pulses both higher and lower. It definitely seems to be getting even more frantic activity out of Ranma again, making her buck and twist and squeal muffledly through the ball gag the entire time, her hips shaking and making the thin pink cable of the egg in her ass shake around like a tiny little tail. Her body jerks back and forth, hips swaying, clearly torn between both conscious and unconscious drives to try and escape the sources of the stimulation and to press up against them for more stimulation. Eventually you see her arch her back, the redhead giving a long, whimpery cry through the gag as her whole body shakes, clearly having her first forced orgasm.\n\nYou watch the machine bring her to two more through alternating intensities and patterns of the vibrators, each time her cries turning a bit more pleasured and slightly less reluctant. Though when the vibes finally pause and the wand lowers a bit again, leaving Ranma's pussy dripping but untouched, she slumps in the manacles, panting and trembling, clearly already a bit exhausted by the intensity of the new experience.\n\nThere's a beep from beside you, and you pick up the control tablet again to see that it's got a new set of options for you.\n\n'Please choose next segment:\n\n'[[Further Pleasure|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Slave Training|RanOrgtron2x3]]\n\n[[Sensitivity Training|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Submission Training|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Presentation|RanOrgtron]]'

So wait, is that... Final Fantasy 7:30? Or... ohhhhh.\n\nWell, the game's a little old-school by your accounting, but hey, why not take a look at what it's like? Should be a fairly safe place to hang out until the coast is clear, or... however it works. In any event they probably won't look for you here. You fly up to the front of the tower and experimentally lay a hand flat against it.\n\nYou're instantly standing in a plain little grey room, with floating text over one wall reading "DEBUG CHARGEN". Chargen...? Oh, right, character generation. Feeling an odd sense of deja vu, you walk over to the wall and examine the screens for your options.\n\n<b>[[Main Character|FF7XMain]]</b> - Apparently the default main character. Wouldn't that be Cloud? Well, maybe not, if this is some pervy fanboy's new project.\n\n<b>[[Main Character - Debug Version|FF7X2x1]]</b> - Going by that logic, this must be some superpowered version of whatever main character it's got programmed. It probably has enhanced stats and access to special commands, stuff like that.\n\n<b>[[Inhabit an NPC|FF7X3x1]]</b> - And that probably lets you inhabit one of the "canon" characters. You guess there must be some demand to play <i>as</i> one of them instead of just <i>with</i> them.

You nod, tucking the card into your inventory since it appears that you automatically know how to use it, then grab the guild girl and haul her forward, forcing her to bend over a table. She yelps at the rough treatment, and then again as you shove her skirt up and grab her panties, ripping them off in one incredibly easy yank. Flipping the front flap of your garment aside, you bring your fat brown cock up, stroking it just once to make sure it's fully hard, then stuff it into her bared, vulnerable pussy.\n\nThe woman cries out as you hilt in her on that first rough thrust, and continues to do so as you grip her by the waist and start slamfucking her hard and fast, your hips slapping against her ass. Almost immediately her cries start to take on a shuddery, pleasured tone, turning more into slutty moans as her pussy near-instantly turns wet and grasping around you, your balls starting to drip as they're soaked with every impact against her crotch. Delivering a good firm slap to her ass in between thrusts makes her squeal like a pig in heat getting fucked, causing you to smirk serenely. Yup, you definitely made the right choice of a player character for this sim.\n\n"Yeah, you like that adventurer cock, don't you, slut?" you coo, your voice sweet and smooth and wicked as you reach out to grab her hair and yank her head back, showing off her rolled eyes and lolled-out tongue as you fuck her to her first forced orgasm, her body shuddering. The different angle and the impacts of your thrusting soon have her tits jiggling right out of that naughty display of a top, swaying and bobbling with the motions of you pounding into her, the jiggles of her tits trying to match the impact tremors running through her ass as your hips hit it.\n\nFinally, having made her cum a good three or four times from being raped, you give a low, sweet groan of your own and shove forward, spilling your load deep inside her as she quivers and whimpers needfully, obviously enjoying being filled with every last drop. 'Wonder if this sim tracks pregnancy?' you muse thoughtfully as you give her ass another spank, making her moan in a way that says she wants more.\n\nPulling out, you step back and let your garment fall back into place, leaving her bent over the table, her ass lifted, slightly gaping pussy dribbling cum. She doesn't seem inclined to get up any time soon, so you walk off and leave her there for anyone that wanders in after you to use and head out of the guild and into the street, just as calm and composed as you were right before you pounced on her.\n\nIt's pretty much the exact same fantasy setting city street you've seen in dozens of anime and manga, which is probably to be expected from what's obviously pretty much a sandbox sim. There's plenty of cute girls (and guys, let's be honest) out and about too. \n\nSo, hm, let's see. It is a sandbox, obviously, and you've dispensed with any equivalent of a tutorial or starter quests by just pumping and dumping the starter NPC. So what to do with your experience?\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape spree!|IreSimH]]\n\n[[Defeat the demon king?|IreSimH]]\n\n[[Maybe conquer the kingdom or something?|IreSimH]]

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

Watching Michiru crumble mentally before you ever even fuck her might be quite a bit of fun. Smirking at an idea, you rest a big hand on Haruka's head and press her face into your balls, rubbing it back and forth a bit as you tell her, "Clean up quick, whore, and then put on something nice. We'll be brushing up against high society, after all."\n\nSoon you're sitting in the back of a limo, looking out the window and enjoying the view of Haruka standing outside, lightly posed to show herself off in the sexy, sparkly evening dress she's wearing. One of Michiru's own, in fact, and one of the more daring ones, the glittery white gown cut to show off just less than half of her large breasts, hugging up against her waist and stomach until the faint indentation of her navel is actually visible, a slit high up one side showing off almost all of one leg and hip... certainly enough of it to make clear that she's not wearing any panties. With that and the slightly more elegant coiffing of her hair and more obvious application of makeup, she looks quite different from her usual masculine styling, leaving the people exiting the concert glancing over and likely wondering if she's some society high-roller or an expensive escort waiting for tonight's client. You watch as the members of the orchestra begin to emerge as well, most of the men in tuxes and most of the women in some variation of the little black dress. The latter is what Michiru seems to have chosen, the pretty green-haired woman making her way towards the taxi area, then almost doing a double-take when she spots Haruka, as if not immediately recognizing her.\n\nA smile that's both utterly charmed and somewhat confused on her face, Michiru makes her way over. "Haruka, you look... amazing. What's the occasion?" she asks, the normally composed and elegant woman clearly struggling to keep from blatantly devouring her provocatively-dressed lover with her eyes.\n\n"I just wanted to come pick you up," Haruka practically purrs, reaching out to take Michiru's free hand and lead her towards the limo. "And someone I met happened to have this limosine available, so here we are, picking you up," she continues, having already taken and passed Michiru's violin to the waiting chauffeur (actually Rei with her hair bound up and face disguised with a pair of large mirrored glasses, breasts bound down beneath the suit jacket and vibrating panties buzzing away silently beneath the mannishly-cut pants).\n\nMichiru blinks, but Haruka's easy, casual approach (as well as the influence you're exerting via her) has her going through the practiced motions of ducking and settling to sit in the limo before she can manage to ask, "Someone you met?" Then she stares at you, barely even flicking her gaze away as Haruka slips in, despite the alluring picture Haruka makes in sinuously working her way in to sit as well. "Ah, good evening."\n\n"Yes, good evening," you reply smoothly. You've assumed a human male appearance... sleek, wavy black hair, dark skin, handsome features, a strong body beneath a white suit, some properly Egyptian-themed jewelry to go with all of it. "I met Haruka tonight and got it into my head that the two of us should come pick you up in style," you continue, brushing over the matter of introductions as the car starts to move. Rei's of course been ordered to just drive all over the city, not stopping until you let her know that your passenger has been converted into cargo.\n\n"I see," Michiru says, just a bit of her dubiousness showing through. She blinks a bit again as Haruka passes her a short crystal glass half full of something dark and smooth-looking. She does seem a bit suspicious of it, but it's her beloved wife handing it to her after all, so she sips gently. Apparently finding it pleasant, she relaxes a bit more in the seat and takes another sip. "I'm certainly finding it hard to argue with your whims, sir," she says breezily.\n\nYou smile, dark eyes glittering. The 'sir' came out as if she were just teasing... but in fact it's a sign that she's already beginning to subconsciously accept your authority. A combination of Haruka's presence to soothe and relax her, as well as reinforce anything you say by agreeing with you, and your own power and influence, aided by a bit of high-quality whisky, will soon produce the desired effect. For a time you simply talk with the three of them, engaging in polite banter about the concert, the people attending, and other such trivial high society matters. And gradually you take more control over the conversation, asserting your opinions more strongly, Haruka smoothly agreeing with and reinforcing them all, any differences of opinion Michiru might have on the subject of politics, food, or music gradually lessening and then disappearing as she's subtly both socially and mentally pressured to conform. Finally judging her to be ready, you give an easy smile and say, "On the subject of society, it really is interesting the misconceptions that some people have these days, isn't it?"\n\n"It really is," Haruka picks up, her tone casual, prompting Michiru to nod along with her.\n\n"Why, did you know that there are some individuals that think there are women who can be satisfied only with other women?" you continue, keeping your tone as easy and conversational as everything else you've said. "That they don't need a good, thorough dicking regularly?"\n\n"It does seem <i>very</i> ridiculous to think that not every woman craves a big, thick cock," Haruka asserts with a nod.\n\n"Mhmmm, nonsensical," Michiru reinforces a little airily, smiling dreamily as she does.\n\n"Hm, to that end, Michiru, why don't you come over here and start sucking me off?" you continue, unfastening your pants and drawing out your more properly human-proportioned... but, obviously, still quite impressive... cock and giving it a few strokes. "It only seems natural, wouldn't you agree?"\n\n"Oh yes, absolutely." Michiru sets down her glass and slides off of the seat, crawling the short distance towards you on all fours, her dress riding up to display the aquamarine lacy panties she's wearing. She hesitates only briefly as she comes to a stop with your cock practically on her face, but then tilts her head and begins delivering soft sucks and almost worshipful licks to it. "This does feel very good, and natural," she murmurs, smiling up at you almost gratefully.\n\n"Of course it does. Isn't this what you're meant to do?" You smile smugly down at her, just leaning back and watching as she licks around the root of your cock before dragging her tongue all the way up it. "You are, after all, right where you belong right now."\n\n"On all fours, being a good little fuck-animal, like all women are," Haruka adds in a tone of pure sensual delight, even as she moves forward to tug Michiru's dress down in front, the former lesbian spilling her wife's tits free for your viewing pleasure, and continuing on to slide those panties down, fully baring Michiru's ass.\n\n"I... I admit, I suffered under the delusion I was... a real person," Michiru says rather shamefully, though a faint thread of hope in her voice says she's still desperately wanting someone to come along and assure her you're not right. But as you instead put a hand on her head and urge her down to press her nose against your crotch, urging her to inhale deeply of your musk, the last of the resistance melts out of her body, and she says in a cheerful, casual tone, as if someone had asked whether she was enjoying the weather, "But now I know I'm nothing but a pair of tits and a set of holes, all to be used for pleasuring cocks with." Then she silences herself by sliding her mouth over your prick, bobbing her head in quick, smooth, elegant strokes until her throat is bulging with it and her perfectly-painted lips are pressed around your root, eyes gazing up at you worshipfully.\n\n"There we go. Just stop bothering to pretend you were ever a person, and be the good little fucktoy you were born to be," you assure her, stroking her hair as she bobs her head over your prick, tongue working you eagerly. Haruka leans in, licking at your cock wherever it's currently not in Michiru's mouth, the two of them watching your face, focused entirely on you and barely even acknowledging each other's presence. "Haruka already knows, hm? Don't you, Haruka?"\n\n"Yes Master, of course," she purrs, nuzzling at your balls as your clothes gradually disappear, your form slowly growing larger and more muscular, dark skin deepening to black and growing fur as you assume your true form, your cock pushing deeper into Michiru's throat and bulging the outside of it even more obscenely, not that it stops her from gulping you down in the slightest. "Thank you so much for smashing that stupid, worthless free will of mine, even though I was such a worthless, stupid bitch for ever thinking I was anything more than a cunt to be used and tits to be squeezed."\n\n"I've forgiven you your idiocy in ever thinking you were a real person, let us speak of it no more," you murmur, holding up a hand as if blessing her. Then you smirk down at Michiru. "You, on the other hand..."\n\nMichiru pulls her mouth off of you with a gasp, her eyes glazed a bit, obviously not caring in the slightest that the man she found herself inexplicably submitting to turned out to be a Youma. Instead she turns and crawls the other way, tits wobbling and ass swaying, until she can settle herself over the opposite seat. Reaching back, her pretty hands with their blue-green painted nails move to grip low on her buttocks, the spreading tug she gives displaying both her pussy and ass to you. "Please, Master, please," she whimpers. "I'm sorry I thought I was a person, I want to be your animal fuck-slave too." She bites her lower lip with worry even as she shakes her hips enticingly... then her eyes roll up and her tongue lolls out, a wordless sound of pleasure escaping her as you smoothly move to settle behind her and start pushing your cock into her dripping cunt.\n\n"Don't worry, my sweet little hunk of fuckmeat," you murmur affectionately as her belly bulges beneath the fabric of her dress. "You will. You and all your friends."\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|HLSenshi14xEnd]]

Your HUD, now displaying entirely Raptarran text, reads 'Adjusting weapon output' right before there's a lockon graphic on the large, muscular raptor with his unevenly-edged stripes. His yellow eyes have just time enough to widen in surprise as the blasters on your shoulders swing around and fix on him before the fat blue bolts streak out and strike him full-on. The adult Raptarran gives a shriek, mostly of surprise and outrage, as he's sent tumbling to the ground, the others scrambling out of his way... and yours.\n\nFacefucks scrabbles quickly to his feet, but even as he is he can see you ducking low into a charge, claws out and extended, letting out a challenge shriek that's both amplified and bass-boosted by the helmet's speakers. His eyes go wide again, the combination of assaults sufficient to break his calm, and he turns to run. You know you already have him beaten at that point, becoming prey is enough to completely shatter any authority he has... but it's more than that, you need to establish your own authority!\n\n... Plus you've honestly been looking forward to this all day.\n\nYou leap into the air, your form absolutely perfect (with a bit of help from the suit's muscle stimulators and movement enhancement), arcing up and coming down against Facefucks' back, knocking his head to the floor and briefly stunning him. It's plenty of time for you to slip off of him and behind him, gripping his tail and lifting it high as the suit retracts from over your crotch. You smirk at some of the little clicks and coos of interest from the crowd... Raptarrans don't really have a concept of 'bigger is better' as far as cock sizes go, but they also don't look down on it, so yours is now about three-quarters-again larger than the average for them. Facefucks looks over his shoulders at you, clearly shocked as you hold his tail with one hand and guide the pointed tip of your prick to his asshole with the other. He gives an almost piglike squeal as you drive into him, wriggling and flailing on the floor beneath you like a hatchling throwing a tantrum as you slide your member deep into his ass.\n\nGripping his tail with both hands now, you begin pumping with quick, even strokes, not only exercising your prowess on him but demonstrating it for the now rapt (heh) onlookers, many of whom are now sporting their own glistening red hardons. The older Raptarran's ass is nice and tight around you... he must have almost never given up his hole to others above him, you think smugly as your still suit-clad balls slap against his bare leathery ones. Of course, inevitably, as with practically everyone fucked by a superior saurian shaft, Facefucks' protesting and angry honks and shrieks start turning into groans and trills, his own cock starting to slide more and more out of it's sheath until it's juttign beneath him, bouncing with your strokes.\n\nYou fuck him a little bit longer, mostly just to make sure there's no question of the new pecking order, before thrusting forward and letting out a long yowl as you start pumping him full of cum. A <i>lot</i> of cum, even for a Raptarran (another fun little bonus you gave yourself). It's enough to not only flood his ass but have his barrel swelling up some with the volume, the formerly strong and proud Raptarran warrior's eyes actually rolling as his cock starts firing long ropes of jizz to puddle on the floor.\n\nYou pull out of him and turn back to face the rest, your massive inhuman cock still jutting proudly below you. "I lead this ship now. It follows my orders and no one else's. So if you're tired of being frozen dinners and instead want to have some <i>fun</i>," you continue, seeing practically every head in the bay perk up a bit more in excitement. "Then I say fuck the leadership and follow <i>me</i>!"\n\nHappily, almost instantly there's a happy shriek from the back of "RED-STRIPED LORD OF SPACE!" It spreads like wildfire, until every Raptarran in the bay (other than Facefucks, who has roused himself somewhat but only enough to crawl over and start obediently sucking your cock, his muzzle wrapped delicately around it as he bobs his head and uses his tongue as much as possible) is either shouting your new name or simply trilling and shrieking in excitement. You smirk toothily around at all of them, just soaking in the adoration even as you put one hand on Facefucks' head and, well, facefuck him a bit.\n\n"Alright, all of you get to work," you trill once they've settled down. "This ship needs a little bit of TLC before we set out, so do a full maintenance on it, as much as you can without taking it apart. Once that's done we'll head out."\n\nYou don't bother giving any more specifics... one of the talents of your new people is to coordinate themselves in group activities without needing to be micromanaged. They all begin filtering out of the bay, including Facefucks once you've fed him a load, your cum still dribbling from his muzzle as he goes to do your bidding. Only one of the Raptarrans is actually making their way towards you.\n\n"Red-Striped Lord of Space?"\n\nEven if the differently-pitched voice and different accent on the honks and trills hadn't alerted you, you of course get this Raptarran's name and a bit of bio in your HUD: Bosses Clutchmates. While female Raptarrans are apparently every bit as horny and lewd as their male counterparts, the simple reality of physical differences means it's slightly more difficult for them to have the same rapacious fun by running around the galaxy pouncing mammals. So most female Raptarrans stay at home either inventing devices to be wicked with, or enjoying the fruits of the males' raids, and most who venture off the homeworlds either do so in support roles or prefer to use some sort of prosthesis.\n\n"What is it, Bosses Clutchmates?" you ask, retracting your helmet.\n\nHer pretty yellow-green eyes widen slightly... you're not sure whether it's because you knew her name, or because of the impressive mane of white and red feathers you've given yourself. Either way, she doesn't answer immediately, first tilting her head back and forth a little before saying, "I do not mean to question you, but I have questions."\n\nExtremely diplomatic... especially for a Raptarran. But then your reading of her bio indicated that she was smarter and cannier than most, and had possibly joined the Star-Rape Corps mostly because she was bored at home... only to wind up with one of the most boring duties imaginable. (Likely more because it was seen as one method of younglings, especially smart and upstart younglings with a tendency towards inquisitiveness or bossiness, to pay their dues and learn their place as opposed to her gender having anything to do with it.) "Sure, go ahead, ask," you answer, clicking nonchalantly as you start walking towards the exit as well, your cock resheathing and your suit closing up over it.\n\nSeeming a bit startled again by your suddenly casual manner, Bosses Clutchmates nevertheless falls into step beside you, her tail soon swaying lightly back and forth in sync with yours. She clearly has numerous questions, but as you'd expect of her, asks the most relevant and immediately pressing one. "What is our next goal? Where are we going once we finish maintenance on the ship?"\n\nA good question indeed. Luckily, you have an answer for her!\n\n<hr>\n[[A better ship.|BadCypher11x9]]\n\n[[A human colony.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[A trade world.|BadCypher]]

Plucking up the middle key, you blink and glance up as a surprisingly unsophisticated feminine-toned artificial voice plays.\n\n"You. Have. Selected. <b>Reconnaissance Squad.</b> Please. Proceed. Through. Doorway."\n\nThe panel next to the door starts blinking, so you walk over and slot the key in. The door slides to the side, revealing a much larger area with people milling about, most of them naked human women... which would normally be a bit of a dream sight, but considering all the circumstances you're still a little too shocked to enjoy it.\n\n"Hey, new Recon," a voice calls. "Over here."\n\nYou look towards the voice and easily spot a woman with short burgundy hair, wearing some sort of black and blue light armored suit... in fact it kind of reminds you of the one you had before the Raptarrans captured you, albeit it's black all over except for the glowing blue bits at the crotch and her (generous and fully accentuated) chest. As you walk closer, you almost blush a bit at the realization that the glowing blue bits aren't solid... they're not even solid blue. Instead they're a sort of glowing blue hex pattern with something that looks vaguely like translucent white plastic between, but which does effectively nothing to conceal her pussy, or even the color of her nipples let alone all their contours and details. She looks at you, a '5' tattooed under her right eye, then simply jerks her head a bit towards the small crowd of other naked women standing behind her, prompting you to join them.\n\nA handful more women come through the door bit by bit, including the black-haired, tattooed woman you spoke to in the first room, who the redhead also beckons to. The two of you exchange a glance and a nod, since what else are you gonna do... the social protocol for this situation isn't exactly clear.\n\nNot much longer later, the redhead beckons to all of you again, then turns and begins making her way down a hallway. "Welcome to Recon. That's what we call it. We're big on short and simple here, which is why we also use our numbers, get used to it. About now most of you will be seeing a number pop up in your vision, which means your new nanite-created internal HUD is working."\n\nYou see various other people twitching and hopping in place... and do so yourself as a very clear '180' pops up in the corner of your vision. The redhead continues, "For most of you it should read '180'... the number of days that you have to survive and do your job as Recon members before you earn your freedom. Don't be stupid and you have a pretty decent chance. Get stupid, or lazy, or arrogant, or any of a dozen other things and you're pretty likely to get fucked up by a demon."\n\nWait, what?\n\nThat look must be on everyone's face, because the redhead stops and turns towards you, actually smirking a bit. "Oh, right, you don't know. Our job is to explore Hell." She lets that sink in for a second before continuing. "The Raptarrans want to conquer it, or at least loot it for resources. But to do that, they have to map it and where its resources and inhabitants are. That's your job. You'll be equipped with these armorsuits and monitor drones... you'll range about looking for any points of interest. Find something particularly good and you can get extra time taken off of your tour, or other rewards to take with you back to society when the Raptarrans let you go." She shrugs a bit. "If you want to go back."\n\nYour companion (Twenty-Six now, you suppose) snorts, and apparently can't keep herself from blurting, "Who the hell would want to stay?!"\n\n"Me. I've been doing this job three years, I fucking love it," Five answers bluntly, making Twenty-Six (and you, and a few of the others) blink. "It's exciting and you should see my fucking house where I get to spend my off-duty time, it's a tropical paradise full of hotties with big tits and huge dicks. Now, let's go get you suited up."\n\nWith that she turns and resumes heading off down the hall... and also showing that the glowing hex-pattern reveals her round, firm ass. Shaking your head, you follow after her, the rest of the group doing the same, emerging into something that looks like a cross between a locker room and an armory, with rows of lockers marked by numbers as well as rows of weapons. "Get suited up, activate your drones, and choose your weapons," Five declares. "We'll be teaming two of you newbies up with a veteran each, who can show you the ropes."\n\nShe falls silent after that, and after a second the group disperses. You spot a locker labeled '25' and open it up to see a sort of cubish item with two holes in it. It takes a second before you realize you're supposed to take it out and stick your hands into the holes... after that a bunch of sections and pieces start sliding over your arms and down the rest of your body. It'd almost be Iron Man-like, except the suit is made of something more like hardened rubber panels that merge together into a single bodysuit rather than a bunch of metal panels and flaps. You also realize, once it's on, that the sections over the chest, crotch, and ass are actually entirely absent, leaving your perky tits completely bare and presented. Next to you, Twenty-Six seems to have discovered the same thing, patting her much larger breasts with both gloved hands... then sort of shrugging at you in a 'Whatcha gonna do?' way.\n\nSince you have no idea what else you would do, you look in the locker and spot a round silver sphere a bit larger than a softball. Taking it down, you turn it to look at the black circle on one side, then find what you assume is a power button and press it. It floats up out of your hands, and settles into a hover just behind one of your shoulders and several inches above your head, Twenty-Six's doing the same.\n\n"Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six," another voice calls. "Get your weapons and come this way."\n\nThe two of you glance over, spotting the source of the voice... a tall, well-endowed woman with slightly reddish skin and blue-black hair, with black-scleraed blue eyes. Like Five, her suit has the glowing hex portions over her chest and crotch, and she has an '11' tattooed under her eye. You and your companion walk over, Twenty-Six picking out a particularly heavy rifle, with you deciding to stick with the familiar and taking a pair of pistols and holstering them at your hips.\n\n"Power up your suits," Eleven says in a slightly exasperated tone as the two of you walk over, raising one arm and pointing at a panel on her forearm. "Here."\n\nYou press the button she indicated, then try not to jump as a series of glowing lines etch themselves across your bare chest, and then spread out that mostly clear layer... it's a force field? \n\n"What the heck? Why do a power suit and then have our boobs and pussies covered by a forcefield?" Twenty-Six blurts, which was admittedly what you were thinking too.\n\nEleven snorts at that. "Yeaaah you two don't get it yet." She glances back and forth between the two of you, a wry grin on her lips. "Our primary job is like Five said... we go out, we look around Hell, the sensor drones record what we find. We spend a week out there, we come back and get a day before we go back out. Days off don't count towards your total by the way. But we're not just out there doing a purely utilitarian job... we're entertainment."\n\n"'Entertainment'?" you echo curiously.\n\n"Yeah. The Raptarrans can watch either through the sensor drones, or through the nanites you've been injected with to get a first-person perspective if they like. They can watch us have adventures... or watch us lose." At your blank stares, she raises her eyebrows. "The forcefields are there, and weaker than the rest of the suit, to make it easier for the demons to rape us."\n\n"W-wait, what?!" Twenty-Six splutters.\n\n"The suits are there to protect our vitals, and they do a pretty good job. But the forcefields go down at so much as a stumble and fall, providing unimpeded access to our fun bits. Admittedly, making it easier for the demons to fuck us and play with our tits does seem to dissuade them from trying so hard to kill us, so you're decently likely to survive a demon encounter if they're more horny than they are angry. Or hungry," she adds, shrugging. "So my advice as someone with only sixty days left on their tour is that if you lose a fight, do your best to look more fun to screw than you do infuriating. Or delicious." After a second she says, "Helmets on, then, and let's get going."\n\nShe taps another control on her forearm, and a helmet springs up out of the neck of her suit... not quite as snappy and instant as the one on your old one, but pretty decent, although it only covers the sides of her head up to the tops of her ears and the back of it, the rest formed by a dome of what looks like the same forcefield as the one covering her chest and crotch, albeit with much bigger hexes. After a moment's hesitation, you and Twenty-Six copy the motion, deploying your helmets and following after her.\n\n"So, uh, how's this work?" Twenty-Six asks as Eleven stops to scoop up a large solid-looking backpack... your fellow new recruit giving an 'oof' as Eleven mounts the pack on her back without warning. "I mean, the 'week on day off' thing?"\n\n"We're sent to an essentially randomized set of coordinates in the Hell dimension, and then we go looking around," Eleven explains simply as she resumes walking down a hallway, several other groups ahead and behind. "We make camp when appropriate... obviously even with someone standing guard, that's the most dangerous time for us, so generally it's best to go as long between making camp as we can without burning out. After we spend seven days on the Hellscape, assuming we haven't farted around and displeased the Raptarrans somehow, they'll bring us back and we'll get a day in the dorms here to rest up before going back out."\n\n"So what if we do get grabbed by demons and... stuff?" you prompt, unable to help feeling distinctly nervous as one of the groups ahead of you steps through a portal made of what looks very much like orange and red flames. \n\n"Depends. If we survive the encounter, sometimes they'll bring us back pretty quickly. Sometimes they just leave us out there to continue about our business. It's pretty much up to their whims, and they don't directly tell us those whims often." She pauses, then adds, "But if they do, like sending you a text message over your HUD, you better obey it. Being out in literal Hell is not a good place to tempt the Raptarrans to punish you."\n\nAfter that there's a few moments of silence as you now essentially wait your turn to step through the flaming portal. Then Eleven says, "Oh, right. If we do get taken by demons, and you want to try and make sure they just fuck you instead of the other options, you can hit the voice command button on your suit and tell it to initiate either 'Code Pink' or 'Code Magenta'. The suit will provide your nanos with the energy and instructions to alter your body to make you more sexually appealing to the demons."\n\n"What's the difference?" Twenty-Six asks, wrinkling her nose.\n\n"Code Pink is milder changes, you're still taking a bit of a risk that the demon won't do anything else. Code Magenta will turn you into an absolute sex bomb, the demons won't be able to resist fucking you and leaving you alive... but they might also decide they want to keep you, and the Raptarrans usually let them. And I'd be careful about using either frivolously... they can save your life, but they leave you open to turning more... well, demon-like in the aftermath. I didn't always look like this, y'know," she adds wryly, even brushing back some of her thick hair to show off how her ears have taken on points. "If I make a big discovery I might get rewarded with some of the really good 'Corruption Cleansers' like Five gets to use, but otherwise I'm probably going back to the non-Raptarran systems looking like this."\n\nYou're still absorbing that as the last group ahead of you steps through, and Eleven steps up, gesturing you both ahead of her through the portal. You swallow heavily, and give Twenty-Six a last glance, before both of you hop through. You land on hard-packed but dusty ground and almost slip before you manage to find your footing. Looking around, you seem to be in a desert... a very red-tinted desert. There are stone formations scattered about, what you guess are probably sandstone from the way they're layered and the fact that everything seems so... sandy. Some of them are in formations that you think are probably impossible, including a veritably needle-like spire of stone with a particularly wide, flat stone balanced on top of it. The closest thing to vegetation seems to be a scattering of dead-looking leafless trees and the occasional patches of scrubby grass. \n\nYou almost jump when Eleven steps out of midair, already walking forward between you and Twenty-Six. "Alright, let's get moving," she says, taking her own look around. "It's not a good idea to stay still for too long if we can help it, more likelihood of something zeroing in on our position."\n\nAs she walks forward, you can see Twenty-Six shift a bit in place... and start to raise her rifle, very gradually bringing it around to point at Eleven's back. Her eyes slide towards you, as if realizing you've noticed, and her motions stop just briefly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shake your head.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Nod.|CyHell2x2]]

Slowly, you give her a small nod, drawing your hands closer to your own weapons. Twenty-Six smirks from behind her forcefield visor, then lifts her rifle a bit more and fires a heavy blue energy bolt at Eleven's back. Even as it strikes, the veteran recon slave's body jerking and twitching, you're whipping up your pistols and firing at the hovering drones, blasting them to pieces. Debris from the monitor drones hits the ground almost in time with Eleven thudding to her front, her helmet still on but the fields over her chest and crotch having spluttered and gone out, leaving them bare.\n\nYou hesitate for long moments, glancing around slowly, then let out a breath. "... Well, looks like the Raptarrans either aren't paying attention or decided not to use the nanites to punish us."\n\nTwenty-Six blinks. "Oh, shit, that's right, I forgot she said that they could monitor what we were doing through those things too."\n\nYou give her a flat look. "Seriously? I thought you just decided to risk it."\n\n"Eh. ... But it worked, though, right?" Smirking, the larger woman walks over to Eleven and gives her a nudge with a foot. "Yeah she's out cold."\n\n"But still alive?" you asked, not entirely sure if you're relieved or not as you walk over.\n\n"Yeah I used the heaviest stun setting I could find on this thing," Twenty-Six says with a smirk. "Way I see it, this bitch is our meal ticket."\n\nYou blink. "How do you figure?"\n\n"They said there's demons all over the place, right? Well, if we figure some of 'em are smart enough to talk at, maybe we trade her for a way out of here... or something, at least," she adds in a scoff. "Whatever we can get for her."\n\nThat gives you a bit of hesitation... Eleven didn't seem so bad, she told you like it was and at least seemed like she was going to look after you. Trading her to demons like a commodity seems kind of... well, whatever it seems, you're not sure you want to do it. On the other hand, your new partner in crime has a point... right now the two of you are out here alone, with no guarantee that the Raptarrans aren't just watching you to see what you'll do. Or maybe they've just decided that as punishment they won't bring you back, that would be bad enough as it is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to trade Eleven.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Suggest leaving her there.|CyHell]]

"Being in your pussy!" you gasp back, the first thing that comes to mind. "I love being in your pussy!"\n\n"Gooooood," she purrs, subtly reaching out a hand to snatch one of the injectors off of the nearby stand. "Let's see if we can't make sure that keeps happening."\n\nYou gasp some at the feel of the injector against your neck, but you're too distracted by all the pleasure she's shown you so far to bother asking what it is right away. It's hard to tell what the effect is right away since your whole body already feels hot, sweat dripping off of you as you work back and forth between the dark god and pale goddess you're copulating with. Then you feel your whole body going stiff, your muscles gradually ceasing to follow and of your orders as they tighten up. You try to ask what's happening, or cry out in surprise, but your throat has seized up as well, your back arched up hard.\n\nMaxxon continues to pound away at your ass, but you can feel yourself being dragged back with him more every time he pulls back. There's a strange sensation in your ass, as if bits of it were being drawn back with him with his motions. Soon your ass is plastered against his hips, working back and forth with him, your cock moving entirely at his whim as your tightened muscles force your arms against your sides and curl your legs in beneath you. But soon your cock is shrinking, pushing into Arana less and less as it gets smaller... in fact, your whole body is shrinking, sliding down Arana's body, your smaller head and shoulders pushed between her massive tits a few times as Maxxon continues to thrust back and forth with you, both of them laughing derisively as you continue to shrink, arms flattening and melding against your sides, legs drawing further and further up and starting to meld around Maxxon's balls as the skin covering them grows baggy and wrinkly.\n\nYour own pale skin begins to darken as your tightened neck forces your head back, mouth puckering and lips pressing almost together as the shape of them changes. Your hair gradually disappears as your head reshapes, becoming a familiar 'mushroom' dome shape. You look helplessly up at Maxxon's smiling face as you draw closer and closer to him, somehow still able to see him even as your eyes and the rest of your face disappears into the spongy flesh your head is now made of. Maybe it's the fact that you can literally feel your body pulsing and twitching with every beat of his heart, feel yourself sway and wobble at the motions of his hips as your skin tone finishes matching to his and veins run through your two foot length, balls wobbling heavily beneath you.\n\n"There we go, darling," Arana coos as she reaches out, wrapping a hand (almost) around your girth and stroking you a few times, sending shudders of pleasure through your entire body. "Now you'll be able to be in my pussy... quite a lot!" she adds with a laugh, flumping back and spreading her legs again. "No time like the present, lover," she coos to Maxxon.\n\nHe gives a laugh of his own and slides into your former position atop her, wrapping his own hand around you and rubbing your tip up and down her slit. Then he starts slowly pushing you inside of her, and you feel Arana's hot, dripping, grasping cunt spreading around your head, gradually engulfing you as you're pushed into darkness. You tremble, silently moaning as the pleasure of that squeezing, expertly-stimulating passage caressess more and more of your entire body, until you're buried to the root in her. You're utterly powerless to do anything but feel the pleasure of being worked in and out of her as Maxxon begins thrusting and working his hips, fucking Arana just the way she likes to judge by the squeals and cries for more you can hear whenever he pulls back before thrusting you into silent, throbbing darkness again.\n\nApparently the man whose cock you now are is vastly more experienced than you, and has control over your ability to cum as much as he had control over his own. Because he fucks Arana for what seems like hours without ever once letting go and giving your throbbing body and aching balls release. You're worked into her pussy in several positions, each time getting a different feel of the way her walls stretch and squeeze around you. Then she gives him head for what must be at least an hour, pumping her hand along your body and fondling your balls, while the rest of you disappears past her lips and into her tight throat, the walls squeezing around you as she gulps, her obviously modified tongue practically wrapping around you to squeeze and lick as she goes. And finally, she flops face down and ass in the air on the bed, wiggling her hips eagerly as Maxxon moves up behind her and guides you into her asshole. You feel the even tighter passage spreading around you as you're pushed deep into Arana's ass, feeling like every single molecule of your surface is being adhered to by that sleek, tight tunnel. Only after another seeming eternity of being plunged into that tight hole does Maxxon finally allow himself, and you, release, your entire form shaking and shuddering as you feel the heat of thick, smooth cum pumping through you from tip to tip and gushing out of your mouth, filling Arana's tight little asshole that's busily squeezing and trembling around you.\n\nFeeling exhausted and oversensitive, you're slowly drawn out of Arana's ass and back into the light, Maxxon settling himself to sit on the bed and leaning back on his hands. Arana swings into view again, cooing as she swirls her tongue around your head, then plants a little kiss on what should be your mouth.\n\n"I hope you enjoy your new form, Cypher. I know Maxxon and I will."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4cxEnd2]]

You spend the rest of Maxxon's life as his cock.\n\nObviously most of the day not much is done with you. You shrink down considerably when going soft and limp, and are usually bundled into his tight pants, sometimes arranged with your shaft draping over your balls, sometimes with it tucked down one of his pants leg, leaving you in darkness with nothing but the scent of Maxxon's body and musk that you can somehow still smell despite lacking a nose. In his quarters you're often left out as he goes nude, swinging freely around his thighs, submerged beneath warm water as he soaks in the tub, smeared with suds and helplessly cleaned and stimulated as he soaps himself without getting you hard.\n\nThere is, indeed, plenty of playtime with Arana on Maxxon's schedule. You often spend hours, sometimes even days with her sliding you down her throat, or being stuffed into her pussy or ass. Sometimes she wraps those massive tits around you and works them expertly along your length, drowning you in the soft-firm feel of them until you're spewing cum all over her chest and face as she coos delightedly. \n\nOf course, Maxxon's apparently not restricted to Arana alone, nor is he terribly picky. You quite often find yourself being pumped into all sorts of people and things... the stretched, shuddering pussies of dockside whores. The tight, vibrating rubber sheaths between the legs of pleasure robots. The previously virgin asses of newly-recruited male pirates. Once, while everyone is getting smashed planetside and someone guffaws that Maxxon is hung like a horse, you find yourself being stuffed between the rubbery, slimy pussylips of an actual mare, the rest of the crew guffawing and cheering as you pump in and out of the animal's cunt, and then for good measure are pushed past the powerful black pucker of its asshole, coating both of the beast's holes with your/Maxxon's jizz.\n\nAs the years pass you occasionally wonder, does Maxxon still know that you're conscious down here in his cock? Does he know you're still in here, experiencing every bit of pleasure he feels as he makes a pair of teenage boy prisoners suck you, their soft lips and hesitant tongues working over your shaft and straight mouths forced to wrap around your balls? Does he even remember that the monster cock swaying between his legs used to be a person? Or has he forgotten and simply remembers that his consort and boss is responsible for his massive pecker?\n\nWell, not like it matters, you think vaguely as you're pushed to the hilt in one of the boys' asses, your large, heavy black balls starting to slap against his own much smaller white sack. Whether he remembers that you used to be a person or not, you're nothing but his cock now... and he does like to use you.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>A living weapon</i>

Okay so first of all, you want to go back to being yourself. ... Second of all omg you are actually going to get to go on an authentic epic quest to retrieve artifacts of power! That's just waaaay too good to pass up. "I think I'll go look for the Fairyshield and Fairystaff. If having all three of them could change me back and get me home, it seems worth it to go through some danger."\n\n"Very well. Then take these few small boons," Tania says, rising to her feet, heavy breasts wobbling as she points a finger at you. There's a faint glow, and a belt with a scabbard that looks sized for the Fairyblade appears around your slender waist, hugging your T-shirt in... it makes it look even more like a skirt, as well as cinching it shorter so that you're more in danger of constantly flashing your pussy at everyone, but oh well. "This pouch will produce what food you can name and which is capable of being drawn from it," she continues, flicking her finger, a squarish pouch about half again the size of your hand appearing. "And this map will keep track of where you are and have been, as well as pointing out the general direction of the items you seek," she adds, another finger-flick causing a cylindrical holder to appear beside the pouch. "With all of these, you should be able to go and return to us, should you not meet some other fate."\n\nYou blink a few times. "Wow... thank you! Ah, your majesty!" you add, before sheathing the Fairyblade. "I really appreciate it!"\n\n"Just make sure you <i>do</i> return once you have finished your quest, young Eric... as hazardous as the dark places would be for a fairy, I shudder to think what they might be like for someone without the gift of flight, or the natural durability and healing we fairies have. Far safer to attempt changing back here, in this place of security and welcome."\n\n"Hey, I should go too!" Alina suddenly chirps. "Don't want you to have to go alone, Eric! That'd be, y'know... lonely!"\n\nQueen Tania frowns at that. "I would highly suggest against that. Alina, you may be a ranger, but you have never gone so far from our home as this quest would take you. And you are not... suited... to the sort of combat you might encounter."\n\n"Aw... but I wanna gooooo," the blue-haired fairy whines softly, which you have to admit tugs at your heartstrings pretty good.\n\nThe golden-haired fairy queen purses her lips, then looks at you. "I am typically disinclined to order my subjects not to do anything, certainly when what they wish to do is built on an honest desire to help and safeguard others, as Alina's urge to go with you clearly is. I trust you are aware of the... potential hazards of taking her with you, but it is your quest, Eric, and your choice as to whether to take Alina along."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her with you.|Fairyblade]]\n\n[[Don't take her.|Fairyblade]]

Alright, let's see what this plug can do. You select it, and there's a little flicker before it appears, allowing you to put your hand under it so it can drop into your palm. It's fairly plain-looking, a silver 'teardrop' that's not particularly big with a flat black base... although looking at it, you realize the base is shiny enough it might be a screen. Ah, that makes sense.\n\nYou briefly consider closing the window and actually wrestling Ranma into submission so you can put it in her 'live', but that seems like it would sort of defeat the point of the relatively subtle nature of the thing's attempt to condition her. So instead you keep the window up, and time frozen, as you walk over, bending Ranma forward at the waist, amused at how she basically moves like one of those highly-articulated anime figures, just without falling over every two seconds if they don't have a plastic rod rammed up their butt. Speaking of which, you pull down her pants and underwear around her thighs, spreading her cheeks apart to take a look at her pucker. ... Hm. Well, no reason not to indulge yourself, considering. You lean in and roll your tongue over the puckered ring, swirling it around and making sure plenty of saliva gets spread all over it. It definitely feels warm and soft despite the frozen sim, and moves slightly when you press your tongue against it. But amusingly it only moves in the directions you lick it... by stroking your tongue outward repeatedly and pushing it inside, you rather easily make her asshole gape open. All the easier to slide the plug inside, once you've left her pucker and the inner walls glistening with spit, the metal toy settling into place and the base lighting up with a single word.\n\nAh, no... you can faintly see other words above and below it. Looks like you can scroll through it to decide which sort of conditioning it will use. Let's see... how about...\n\n<hr>\n[[Slutty.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Obedient.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Exhibitionist.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Greedy.|RanDeb]]

You'll just let it run its course on some preprogrammed guide and enjoy the view, you decide, tapping the 'Automatic' button. Though another set of buttons comes up, so you guess it has different fully automatic programs:\n\n'Please set a goal for the automatic Orgasmatron program:\n\n[[Orgasm Addiction|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Orgasms Per Minute|RanOrgtron]]\n\n[[Personality Destruction|RanOrgtron]]'

Hm, guaranteed unwilling orgasms for the arrogant puffed-up 'I'm really a guy!' cute redhead? Yeah, you can get behind that. You select that option, and a translucent red outlined of a tall, rectangular archway with a wide circular base appears. You point at it and then gesture it around, finding spots where it will turn green... ha, just like placing stuff in a normal game, nice. You find a good spot where you'll be able to walk around and have a good view from various angles, then drop it. The green outline turns into a solid device made of dull white metal. The sides sort of look like some of the anti-theft scanners you've seen at various stores, just taller and wider, with a top between and a round base below. The moment it solidifies there's also a slight 'pop' and a similarly-colored computer tablet appears in your hands, which you quickly reach out to take. Ah, some sort of control device, clearly, you think as green text reading 'Orgasmatron 1.1' appears, then scrolls upward to be replaced by a screen reading 'Select Target' at the top. There's a rough outline of the room, and a pair of little green icons, one obviously female and the other male. Pretty obvious what they are, since underneath the female one is the name 'Ranma_Saotome' and under you is 'User#2'. Huh, wonder who User#1 is then?\n\nAh well, who cares? You tap on Ranma's icon, and the screen changes to text reading 'Target accepted. Resume simulation to acquire.' Ah, right, gotta actually unfreeze things to get it moving. You close the debug menu, and instantly two panels on the inside walls of the Orgasmatron slide downward, a pair of long segmented robot arms with round clamps on the end quickly extending and fastening around Ranma's wrists and ankles. "Wha-?!" she yelps in shock as she's quickly hauled through the air and into the arch of the orgasmatron, the arms quickly locking into place to hold her feet spread wide with her raised up on her toes a bit, and her wrists out at the sides of her head. She opens her mouth, no doubt to demand to know what's going on, only to have a ball gag shoved in it, the band of it automatically tightening to hold it in place. "Mmmf! MMMN!" she calls in outrage, struggling to no apparent affect against the restraints as other arms slide out and quickly cut away her clothes, leaving her held naked and on display, tits shaking as she fights against the manacles.\n\n'Oooo, very nice,' you think, grinning at the image she presents, causing Ranma to glare at you murderously. Which, honestly, kinda makes it even better, especially since the whole point of this is to give her pleasure whether she wants it or not, so her starting out super pissed off is all to the good to your mind. Looking down at the tablet in your hands, you see that it's changed to a screen saying 'Please select mode: [Automatic] | [Guided]'\n\n<hr>\n[[Automatic|RanOrgtron1x2]]\n\n[[Guided|RanOrgtron2x1]]

Having caught your breath enough to move, you quickly shuck the panties as well, letting your own horse-sized prick spring free and wobble in the night air as you move. Shifting to stand bent-over beneath the horse, you twist to reach behind yourself. You hesitate just for a moment as you shift his cock up, bringing it a bit more towards your ass... he's way bigger than any of the toys Elly used on you. But somehow you just know you'll be able to take it, with whatever those damn magic panties have done to you. Forgetting about any possible concerns you might have had about size or sexuality as a fresh wave of lust hits you, you press the rounded tip of the flared head against your asshole and quickly brace your hands against the horse's forelegs.\n\nIt doesn't take much more than a wiggle of your hips to encourage the stallion to thrust forward, and your eyes roll up in your head some as that flared head and multiple inches of thick, speckled cock are crammed inside you. You gasp and start moaning eagerly as the beast begins thrusting harder, forcing more and more of his cock up your tight teenage hole, rocking your body and making your own equine-scale dick wobble around beneath you with every thrust. Soon the horse is driving forward hard, fucking at least half of its massive animal prick into you with each thrust. The position means he can't really go balls deep, as much as you wish you could feel that heavy, black leathery sack slamming against your own softball-sized orbs right now.\n\nYou cum long before the stallion does, your ass squeezing down around his prick as your cock begins shooting long, thick blasts of cum to splatter like quarts of paint against the side of the water trough. Your eyes roll completely up and your tongue lolls out as the stallion just keeps fucking your eager little ass while your cock twitches and spurts. In fact once you start cumming it's almost like you can't stop, your prick soon shooting out thick splatters of cum every time the horse thrusts into you. It's pure lustful instinct that has you jerking your hips back towards him, shaking your ass like a whore for a stupid animal as it thoughtlessly tries to mate with your ass.\n\nOf course if you could get pregnant you're pretty sure you would as the horse finally gives a long, loud whinny and drives forward, managing to stuff almost all of its prick up your ass, the bulging outline of its cock in your belly gradually starting to disappear as its loud floods you and rounds you out. Your stomach bloats up rounder and rounder as the horse pumps its own seeming gallons of cum into your ass, your body shuddering and twitching as it does, your cock angled lower by the press of your cum-bloated belly as it continues to spurt its own load.\n\nEventually the horse finishes using your ass as its cum dump, and it begins to go soft, the thick shaft gradually sliding out of your ass and leaving it to gape, cum pouring down your balls and along your own slowly relaxing shaft. You pant heavily, slumping forward against the horse's forelegs as its cum gradually leaks out of you.\n\nMore... you want more... you don't care whether it's the magic of the now discarded panties driving you, or just your own lusts, you want to fuck more...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get fucked in the ass again.|EllyElephant2x9a]]\n\n[[Take your turn fucking his ass.|EllyElephant]]

Your eyes fix on the horse, and you find yourself already clambering over the gate and wandering towards him as if drawn, your lips still parted and horny, huffed breaths rushing between them. Your eyes roam over his sleek flanks, those big heavy balls and the obviously thick sheath, the big muscular black pucker of his ass.\n\nYou stop behind him, swallowing heavily again. You can feel your hidden cock twitching eagerly... but the same can also be said of your ass, your buttocks clenching as if eager to be wrapped around something. Whatever these panties are doing to you, it's clear that they've made you cease to care who your partner is, <i>what</i> your partner is, let alone how you take them or are taken by them. You just... you really need to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... fuck him.|EllyElephant]]\n\n[[... get fucked by him.|EllyElephant2x7]]

Moaning, you step forward and lean in, rubbing your face up against those dangling balls. The horse gives a little snort as you start rubbing and licking at his balls, but you can also see his sheath beginning to swell and fill up. Reaching forward you grip the slightly loose flesh and start jerking it back and forth lightly, watching his shaft gradually slide out in response, dropping down to hang in a low curve. Moving forward and kneeling beneath him and in front of it, you reach up to wrap both hands around the black and pink speckled thing, stroking and pumping it eagerly, watching it wobble and gradually stand stiffer in front of your face. Soon it's even bigger than your own overgrown prick and dribbling animal pre from the tip.\n\nMoaning again in wanton, almost bestial lust of your own, you lean forward and press your mouth to the horse's cocktip, swirling your tongue and gulping at the pre as you pump along the shaft with both hands. You enjoyed sucking your own cock and now you're finding almost as much joy in sucking this stallion's, in watching his heavy black balls sway and wobble as he shifts his hooves, hearing him snort and nicker softly above you as you suck him off. You push forward, actually getting more of the head into your mouth, feeling the vague urge to see if you could take it all. But you're also enjoying the feel of it hot and throbbing in your hands, those dribbles and light spurts of pre into your mouth, so for now you just concentrate on sucking the head and stroking the shaft, occasionally rolling your eyes up to look at the black expanse of equine above you.\n\nEventually the horse gives a loud whinny and your mouth is quickly filled with a gush of hot, thick animal jizz. Swallowing quickly, you yank your head back, gasping and moaning as gush after gush of equine cum splatters all over your face and chest, quickly soaking your shirt down to your skin and dripping off of you as thick white goo. Panting, you continue stroking a bit as the spurts slow to trickles. Though the stallion had almost immediately begun to soften, your continued strokes quickly bring the virile beast back up to hardnes.\n\n'Good, because I need him to fuck me,' you think heedlessly as you pull off your shirts, tossing them aside and revealing your slightly cum-slick chest to the moonlight. You wiggle out of your jeans as well, shoving them and your shoes and socks off, then for a moment lay sprawled under the horse, looking up at that massive equine prick that will soon be inside you, your crotch still smooth beneath the panties and body still sleeker and girlier than usual. Really, there's only one question...\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the panties on.|EllyElephant]]\n\n[[Take them off.|EllyElephant2x8]]

You pull a face looking at the extremely girly panties, but then glance down at your underwear on the floor, now looking too stretched to even be worn anymore. Sighing, you nod. "Okay. Thanks."\n\n"Here you go, cutie," Elly chirps, handing the panties over. Thinking she sounds a little <i>too</i> cheerful, you nevertheless accept them. They do look kind of your size, actually... how would Elly have used them? Well, she did imply they were pretty much magic, maybe they're an extreme version of one-size-fits-all. Shrugging, you bend over and step into them, honestly sort of expecting them to meet the same fate as your briefs.\n\nInstead, they slide up your legs without any problem. You blink as you finish pulling them up, shifting the waistband until it rests on your hips, blushing a bit at the feel of the back of it tucking up between your buttcheeks. They... fit. Actually, more than that... the front of your crotch is completely smooth! You stare down at the red heart in shock and worry, and quickly push the panties back down. Your baseball bat of a dick immediately comes spilling back out, your heavy balls settling into the pink fabric and stretching it out. You stare again for a moment, then attempt to tuck yourself away... your cock slips in as smoothly as butter, and once again you're left with a completely flat crotch, as if there were nothing there.\n\n"Oooo, you're even cuter than ever, sugar! Look!" Elly cries, turning you towards the mirror. You look at yourself and your jaw drops a little. You do look... well, cuter. Actually maybe the better phrase is 'a little girly'... a bit more curve to your hips and even your legs. The changes to your face are subtle, but you look... well, androgynous, you think that's the word. Like most people could figure you for either a boy or a girl, if they didn't see your panties... or your huge dick. You almost ditch the panties immediately, then sigh and give up. Elly did say there would be 'side effects'... it's this or nothing.\n\nYou finish dressing, and once in your baggy clothes with the pink thong safely hidden under your jeans, you feel a bit more like yourself, even if you do still look like either a really pretty boy or a really flat-chested girl. You twist back and forth a bit to see if you're likely to come spilling out of the panties and bust your jeans open, but you don't even feel anything shift... it's like your prick has been shunted into another dimension or something. Elly passes you a card. "Here, this is the place I got them. You can call them up once you get on your feet, maybe they make stuff that's more fitting a masculine sensibility. You never know!"\n\nElly shows you out of the park, hugging you at the gate and waving as you head for the bus terminal. Probably looks perfectly innocent to all the families leaving... heh, if only they knew that was a 'thanks for letting me supersize your cock and ride it for hours' hug. Worldland is apparently enough of a destination that the bus terminal within walking distance of the entrance sells tickets to almost everywhere. You peruse the menu for awhile, before finally picking a city mostly for how cheap the rate is and how far it is from where you used to live. You clamber aboard the bus, trying to ignore the somewhat curious gazes of some of the people around, knowing they must be wondering about your gender. You settle into a seat, and even before the bus has finished boarding you fall asleep, all those hours of being ridden hard and then put away wet catching up to you.\n\nWhen you come to, it's the middle of the night. You blink blearily, staring out the window and seeing nothing but the faint outlines of pastures going by. You glance around the bus, noting that there's not that many people on at the moment. Of course despite that, there's a middle-aged guy in a cheap suit who had to sit right next to you. Figures, there's always one. Up ahead of you there's a fairly attractive tanned woman who's a little younger than suit guy, but her vest-and-t-shirt combo coupled with comfy jeans scream 'mom'... must be on her way home to her kids or something. Either that or maybe the two teenagers who look close to your age but are sitting towards the back of the bus are hers but just don't want to be seen with her. The portly black guy driving the bus is the only other person aboard. All those empty seats, and this dude had to sit next to you, geez, is he a perv or something? Well, he seems to be sleeping innocently enough at least, just like you were.\n\nSuddenly your whole body feels hot. You strangle a gasp as you suddenly find yourself writhing in your seat, feeling like you want to crawl out of your skin. God, you <i>need</i> to fuck! You find yourself breathing heavily, eyes wide, mystified by this sudden overpowering urge. Sudden horniness is nothing new, obviously, but this is more intense than anything you've ever felt before. You think you'll go <i>crazy</i> if you don't have sex in the next couple of minutes. Could this be another side effect of these damn panties?! Either way, you can feel your hidden-away cock twitching and surging even if your crotch visibly remains as smooth and flat as ever... but you also feel your asshole twitch and shiver eagerly. The intensity of your desire is quickly breaking down your concept of heterosexuality, and you're finding you don't care whether it's a guy or a girl, you <i>need</i> sex, and now!\n\n<hr>\n[[The guy next to you.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The MILF.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The teens.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The driver.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Abandon bus!|EllyElephant2x5]]

Not sure how you'd even deal with trying to get some from the other passengers, and feeling yourself on the verge of doing something you might regret, you leap to your feet and yank the emergency stop above. The bus screeches to a halt, jolting everyone and causing blurts of outrage from the other passengers, the driver demanding to know what you're doing. Rather than answer you shove past the guy next to you and race to the exit, slapping the emergency open button and leaping past the steps and out the open door, taking off down the road like you were being chased by bats out of Hell.\n\nYou pelt down the side of the road, not really looking where you're going or thinking about it other than that you need to get <i>away</i>. Eventually you slow to a stop, your body covered in sweat and your lungs burning. You lean forward to put your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath, at the same time trying to get a sense of your body. The overwhelming arousal has dropped off a little at the moment, possibly due to your physical exertion... but you can already feel it starting to press back in around you, your body tingling and warm even beneath the feeling of having run so fast.\n\nStraightening up, you look back towards the way you came. The bus is just barely visible by its headlights, and a second later those start to move again. They must have figured you'd gotten high or gone crazy or something and decided you were too dangerous or whatever to try looking for. Which means you're out here in the middle of nowhere, on foot, and steadily getting the insatiable desire to fuck back. Perfect.\n\nThe pace of your panting is starting to change from "exhausted and tired" to "excited and horny". Obviously you're going to have to do something about this, but what? Then you notice that in the pasture to the right, there's a horse drinking from a large metal trough... since his back is to you, you can see that it's definitely a "him", with big, heavy black balls dangling down between his legs. You look over to the left and see a milk cow cropping grass, its pink udder sloshing under it as it moves slightly.\n\nWell... you are all alone out here, not like anyone would ever know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck the stallion.|EllyElephant2x6]]\n\n[[Fuck the cow.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]

"Let's fuck," you murmur, not doubting at all that you have the stamina to do so. Heck, at this point you're not sure if your cock will ever go limp again, and you're not sure if you care.\n\n"You got it, sugar." Elly finally strips off the large cotton panties she's wearing and tosses them aside, revealing her molded cloth pussy. But before anything else, she grins and reaches under the bed again, messing with something out of sight. This time when she lifts your balls and pushes you up a bit, you catch a glimpse of the large buttplug she's holding. Blushing in embarrassment but remembering how good the vibe felt, you don't resist as she places the tip up against your already slick pucker. You moan loudly as she starts pushing it in, the widening bulge of it forcing your asshole wider and wider open. Your toes curl as it just keeps spreading you wider and wider, then you cry out and let out an actual spurt of precum as the thickest part slides inside and the rest is just sort of sucked up into you, the rectangular base resting against your hole. You squirm and whimper at the feel of the thick black rubber plug inside you, even as Elly guides your cock upwards with one hand.\n\nShe actually has to stand up to get up high enough, before lowering herself towards your knees, your huge prick parting the stiff purple folds of her cunt and sliding inside. You groan at the feel, which is such a strange study in contrasts... soft but also a bit rough, yielding but firm, just like the rest of her body that you've touched. She settles down onto you all the way, the massive mascot rolling her huge hips as she angles her cartoonish head down towards you. Then she begins riding you, her immense purple tits as stiff and still as boulders even as she moves fast and hard enough to make the bed creak.\n\nYou grab hold of her hips as best you're able, really just along for the ride at this point. Her slamming down on you drives you down against the bed, which of course presses the buttplug deeper into your ass each time. Elly moans and squeals happily, resting her toon-gloved hands behind her head like some sort of big purple pornstar, shaking her big elephant ass as she drives herself down on your cock. It doesn't take long before you're crying out and sending another immense load deep inside her fabric pussy, your ass squeezing around the plug as you do. But Elly doesn't even stop or slow down, just continuing to ride you, her thrusts taking on a lewd squelching noise as some of your cum leaks out and gets churned up, smearing across the cloth of her skin and turning into an oily gleam on yours.\n\nElly bounces on your cock for what feels like hours... actually, you're pretty sure it really is hours. She seems as inexhaustible as your enlarged cock and balls, the living mascot working your prick like there's no tomorrow, gyrating her hips to rub your cock around inside her against her now thoroughly cum-soaked inner walls. Eventually she turns around to face away from you, leaving you running your hands over the immense curves of her ass as she slams down on you harder than ever. By the time she finally seems to be satisfied and rises up off of you, your cock seems to have finally given out too, flopping limply down against your chest with a meaty, wet thwack, the head now resting against the hollow of your throat instead. You know for sure <i>you're</i> exhausted, laying there on the bed unable to so much as twitch as Elly moves around the room picking up clothes, humming cheerfully.\n\nYou must have fallen asleep at least briefly, because you come to as Elly's pulling the buttplug out of you. You give a low groan at the feeling of sudden emptiness, having gotten so used to the full, pleasurable feeling that it had seemed almost normal. Elly raises her head, smiling cheerfully as always. "Oh, you <i>are</i> awake. Why don't you go get cleaned up, hon? There's some bottles of water and juice in there too, probably best to rehydrate." She gestures to a door in one wall that you're half sure wasn't there before, but you've stopped being surprised by that sort of thing, so simply slide off the bed and stagger across the floor.\n\nYour cock wobbles around, smacking against your upper calves as you move. Even limp, it comes down to below your knees and is probably only a little thinner than a soda can. Staggering over to the large toilet, you actually have to hold it like a hose as you let loose a truly voluminous stream of piss into the bowl, shuddering a little as even that feels good. Man, everything about your downstairs seems bigger now. You spot several bottles of water and mixed juice on the countertop, and gulp down four of them, barely pausing for breath between. Woo, you <i>were</i> practically dry.\n\nAfter that you climb into the shower and start scrubbing off a few weeks of road dirt and a few hours of freaky sex. Of course, hot water, liquid soap, and your hands soon have your cock surging to life again, and what are you gonna do? Despite having just spent all those hours fucking, you eagerly pump your hands along your slick shaft, reveling in its sheer size as you work both hands along the full length, stifling a cry as you start jetting what must still be at least a gallon and a half of cum against the tile wall of the shower. Luckily, this time once you've cum your cock settles down again, softening in your grip and dropping limply between your legs, leaving you to finish washing off (and directing the showerhead at the wall for awhile).\n\nOnce you're out you dry off and wrap a towel around your waist. It's a huge towel and comes down to your ankles, almost like a dress, but even soft your cock makes an obvious bulge in the front of it. Man, what are you gonna <i>do</i> with this thing? ... Well, other than the obvious. Shaking your head ruefully, you head back out into the bedroom area. Elly's redressed, and is currently setting your folded clothes down on the seat of a chair. You blink as you notice a folded stack of money set atop them, but are distracted as the mascot speaks. "Ah! There you are, sugar! Just finished having these speed-cleaned. You were <i>such</i> a darling to indulge me, and it seemed like you were in a bit of a rough spot, so I threw in some cash to help you along."\n\n"Oh, thanks. I mean, you don't have to..." \n\n"I know, but I wanted to, cutie-pie. So, will you be [[moving on|EllyElephant2x3]]?" She rests a gloved hand atop your head and ruffles your hair. "Or you could certainly [[stick around for the night|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]. I know <i>I</i> wouldn't mind!"

You reeeeally hate to interrupt what's going on, but that really sounded like someone right outside the door dropping something. "Hey Ranma, go check out the hall."\n\n"Mmn?" She makes that soft noise around your dick, before popping the fat head out of her mouth and bobbing her head quickly. "Gotcha!" She hops to her feet and zips over to the door, hauling it open and glancing down, then to the side. "Looks like Nabiki was spying on us and is tryna get away, want me to grab 'er?"\n\nWow, she's even making suggestions. "Yeah, bring her back here and put her on her knees in front of me."\n\n"Got it." Ranma immediately dashes into the hall, apparently uncaring that she's still wearing nothing but the pretty blue satin bra and panties. As you hear a yelp from outside, you go through the menu and find a way to enable privacy settings for the room... you definitely don't want any more interruptions after this one. Shortly after you minimize the window again, Ranma hauls Nabiki into the room, an arm twisted behind her back, and forces her forward, finally shoving her down to her knees. The brown-haired girl's eyes widen at your (sim-enhanced) cock looming almost over her face, her nipples stiffening under her t-shirt despite the slightly horrified look she's sporting.\n\n"So, see something shocking?" you ask conversationally as you stroll over to pick up the camera and close the door. You browse through the pictures of Ranma in the chair, naked, and in her lingerie on the card as you walk back over, once again standing in place so that the shadow of your shaft falls across her face.\n\nNabiki swallows visibly, and apparently decides that answering is the better option of her limited ones. "I peeked in because I heard a ruckus and saw the two of you fiddling with that... thing. I just thought you were playing around with something you'd found somewhere. I guess I didn't even think it was <i>too</i> weird when she got naked and put on the bra and panties, I guess I thought you might be trying to muscle in on my market. But... Ranma would never actually suck another guy's dick unless you did something to him!"\n\n"Yeah, true, I put Ranma in the Chair and now she'll do anything I tell her to without question," you answer breezily, smirking as you give your cock a few strokes. "Tell her how you feel about being my loyal, unquestioning slave, Ranma."\n\n"Eh, it's no big deal, it's what Eric wanted so it's fine," the redhead answers offhandedly, giving a small, negligent shrug while still keeping Nabiki held down. "... What?" she asks with a curious frown as Nabiki cranes her neck to look up with a slack-jawed expression, the redhead obviously completely uncomprehending of what could be odd about what she said.\n\n"Now I'm pretty sure you can't actually stop me from doing whatever I want," you continue, Nabiki yanking her gaze back to you. "But I guess you could make it more inconvenient. So I guess I'd better take care of that. Ranma..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... put her in the Chair."|RanChair]]\n\n[["... grab her hair."|RanChair]]\n\n[["... kill her."|RanChair]]

Hm... so it sounds like with 'Unthinking Obedience', Ranma will still act like Ranma, she'll just do everything you tell her to without question. Sounds like a good deal to you! Grinning, you tap that option, and immediately something like boxy viewfinder swinging up from above and pressing down, completely covering her eyes.. You also see what looks like a pair of headphone cups swing up and around and press over her ears... and, lowering from the arms they're attached to, a pair of what look like small tuning forks press to the sides of her neck. "Hey, what's this thing doin'?! This is fucked up, I GYHHHH!" Ranma's body jerks as little jags of electricity play between the tines of the forks pressed against her neck. It's apparently only a short zap because she quickly resumes her normal squirming. "Hey, stoppit! Let me out of this thing, that's HHGGGHHHH!"\n\nHuh. It honestly looks like it's giving her some sort of shock therapy. You glance down at the screen and notice that one side has a little image in one window and below that an oscilloscope with text going under it. The image is... you! Pointing around and gesturing, while the text under the oscilloscope says 'Ranma, you should clean our room.' Just as Ranma's letting out another yelp of getting shocked, you see 'OBEY' flash over the image, and a second blue waveform flicker conspicuously over the white of the first. You watch with interest, gaze wandering from the screen and back to Ranma as she lays in the chair. Interestingly as the instructions gradually become more extreme... like, for example, 'Ranma, suck my cock' with the image showing a first person view of your own crotch and belly, the base of your shaft sliding back and forth into lower view as 'OBEY' flickers over it... her reactions to getting shocked start becoming less so. You're not sure whether it's using softer shocks or she's just becoming accustomed to them, but bit by bit her jerking in place and yowling becomes more squirming and grunting, and then finally just soft exhales. By the time it gets to 'Ranma, change the baby' and 'Ranma, get on all fours for the dog' she's just sort of lounging there, looking as relaxed as if she were sprawled in any given comfy seat.\n\nAfter about twenty minutes the bits on her head swing back and into the chair, leaving only the faintest matching pairs of pinkish dots on the sides of her neck. Ranma blinks a few times as the restraints pop open, then yawns and clambers up to stand. "So anyway, I guess I was gonna ask, should we do somethin'? It's kinda boring around here."\n\n"So you don't have a problem with the whole Chair thing?" you ask curiously, since it doesn't seem like she's actually forgotten.\n\n"Hm? I mean, I guess not? You wanted me to go in it, right?" the redhead replies, scratching the back of her neck and glancing over towards the Chair as if wondering how she should feel about it.\n\nYou grin. "Yup! Hm, as for stuff to do, why don't you go ahead and strip naked for me?"\n\nShe shrugs lightly. "Yeah, sure, I guess," she answers even as she's starting to undo the clasps of her shirt, shrugging it off and causing her breasts to bobble around as they're bared.\n\n"Hey, do you have some sexy lingerie around here?" you ask thoughtfully as she pushes down her pants and steps out of them.\n\n"Yeah, I usually keep some around in case the tiny old pervert needs to be distracted or something," Ranma answers casually as she kicks away her pants and boxers. \n\n"Put some on for me, then," you command.\n\n"Yeah sure." She shrugs again, causing a small jiggle in those big bare tits before she turns and strolls over to the dresser, bending over and flashing her vulnerable pussy and pucker at you as she digs around underneath what look like spare pairs of her pants, her ass wiggling a bit in the air. Straightening up a little, she holds up a lacy purple bra and a smooth baby blue satin one. "Which one?"\n\n"The blue," you decide after a brief consideration, pointing at it. The purple looks sexier but would be a little weird with her red hair, you guess Ranma's not exactly the sort to care about the girl's lingerie she'd wear being properly matched to her coloration. \n\n"'Kay." She bends over again to stuff the purple bra back in and fish out the matching panties, then goes to work putting them on. Well, stepping into the little spaghetti-strap panties and pulling them up into place seems easy enough for her, but she does struggle some with the bra. Which you don't mind... it results in a lot of jiggling and her muttering to herself in a way that you find fairly cute. But eventually she gives a last upward tug on the cups and a shake, making her tits wobble around inside them, before apparently deciding they're seated properly. The bra provides enough lifting and shaping that, if anything, her breasts actually look a little bigger than before... or maybe just more presented. "Done. What, you wanna take pictures or something?"\n\n"No, I had something else in mind." Smirking, you push down your pants and let your thoroughly stiff prick spring free, pointing towards her as if beckoning. "Ranma, suck my cock."\n\nYou see a little shudder go through her and the faintest inhale... you guess using one of the specific phrases from the Chair must have caused at least some memory of the process. Interestingly enough, this time she actually grins back a little as she says, "Sure, no problem." There's no hesitation as she trots back over to you and sinks to her knees, resting her hands on her thighs as she leans in, blue eyes turned upward to look at your face as she slips her lips over your cockhead, rolling her tongue over the underside as she starts giving light, short sucks.\n\n'Ohhhh wow,' you think as the pleasure of it washes over you, your knees wobbling just briefly. Wait, is this maybe a benefit of leaving her personality intact? Since she's not just sucking you off she's <i>thinking</i> about sucking you off and trying to do it in a way that would please her if she were in male form? That... is definitely feeling like a plus right about now, you think as she starts bobbing her head back and forth gently, slurping along the underside of your shaft as she takes more of it in. In fact it feels so good that you almost don't notice the clattering noise from out in the hall.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oop, better check that.|RanChair2x2]]\n\n[[Cannot possibly be more important than this.|RanChair]]

It's hard to resist the urge to take a look around in a stranger's apartment when you've been left there all alone. It's not like you intend to steal anything! ... Probably. You're just, you know, super curious about this strange, very cute girl who apparently dresses like an anime character for a living.\n\nNow, there are three really obvious places to do some snooping if you're going to go poking your nose into somebody's business. Those are...\n\n<hr>\n[[The medicine cabinet.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Her chest of drawers.|HLSenshi13x2]]\n\n[[The closet.|HLSenshi]]

Yeah... yeah, you like that idea. Grinning, you close the menu for the moment to unpause the world, speaking to Ranma. "Okay, Ranma, here's the thing. I recently found a magic potion that's got a way out for you... not just of the blackmail, but of <i>all</i> your problems."\n\n"W-what?" Ranma's blue eyes widen as she finishes wiping your cum off. "Really?!"\n\n"Yup! Y'see... it'll turn you into an animal."\n\nThat makes her blink, her head rocking back a little. "What? You... mean like a Jusenkyo curse?"\n\n"No... no changing back and forth. One way trip only. You'd stop being human and become an animal... forever."\n\nThe busty redhead splutters at that, leaping to her feet, her bare, glistening tits wobbling energetically. "Why the hell would I ever do that?!" \n\n"Think about it," you coo in return, walking over and resting a hand on her shoulder as she eyes you angrily. "Not only would you never have to worry about me revealing the videos... because even if I did, who cares now?... but you could walk away from <i>all</i> your problems. The debt, all the crap your dad's gotten you into, the fiancee bullshit, school, work. Just a life of eating and sleeping and running and playing, forever. And all it would cost you is, y'know... your humanity. Keeping in mind that if you <i>don't</i> choose to drink it, I might release the videos."\n\nYou can see her already wavering in her resolve some as you describe an escape from all the constant barrage of hysterical nonsense that makes up a shonen comedy protagonist's life. At the reminder of the alternative she blanches again a little, worrying her lower lip with her teeth as she looks back and forth. Your cock fully hardens again and throbs stiffly as you watch her silently arguing herself into agreeing to give up her very species to your whims, until finally she swallows loudly. "W-well, I mean... what... what animal would it be?" she asks with a shaky voice, her tone making it clear she's already decided to accept even as she attempts to hedge.\n\n<hr>\n[["Dog."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Horse."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Donkey."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Cat."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Monkey."|RanDeb]]

Oh this could be a lot of fun. Coercing proud, strong, tough Ranma into doing whatever you want via threat of showing everyone the video of her fucking a dog? you think as you withdraw. Yeah, this game's got stuff going for it!\n\nYou decide to wait a few days to give it time to sort of settle, so that Ranma won't be expecting anything. Things are mostly calm and peaceful... the two of you hang out, with Ranma seeming awkward at first but obviously calming down. There's a few days of school (easy enough when you can just spawn completed answer sheets or pause and look up answers), various meals, and a couple of bits of hijinks of Ranma getting into fights or getting pestered by his/her fiancees that you mostly just watch from the sidelines, all the while thinking of the big reveal.\n\nWhich you finally decide is today, and after having gotten everything together you approach Ranma in the morning. "Hey, Ranma, I just discovered this cool new place to train. Let's ditch school and check it out!"\n\nRanma (currently in boy mode) perks up at that. "Heck, don't need to tell me twice!" he says, immediately throwing open the window and hopping out to wait for you below.\n\nYou lead the way using long, superhuman leaps from rooftop to rooftop, Ranma of course following along easily. You actually used the debug menu to set a building downtown to being unoccupied and 'abandoned', with most of the furniture removed. Ranma looks curious as you force open the heavy metal door and lead the way inside, heading up some stairs to the top floor which is mostly an open room with a couple of pieces of scattered furniture including a bare mattress. "What, this is a place to train?"\n\n"Well, sort of." Grinning, you pull out a smartphone and turn towards him, tapping it to start the queued video file as you hold it up to him.\n\nRanma's face tries to blush and go pale at the same time as he first hears his girl-form's lusty moans, then actually sees his past self on all fours getting pounded into by the dog. He almost immediately tries to grab for the phone, but you snag his wrist with your other hand. "Ah-ah-ah, I've got lots and lots of backups," you tell him, since you figure explaining the cloud to Ranma is probably pointless. "And if you try and do anything to me they'll get uploaded places where everyone you know will see."\n\n"W-what the hell man?!" Ranma blurts. "Why would you do this?"\n\n"I mean, why would you do <i>this</i>?" you ask, lifting the phone a bit, your tone innocent as if you'd had nothing to do with it.\n\nRanma drops his gaze, obviously brooding as he also lets his hands fall to his sides. "... Fine," he grumbles. "What do you want?"\n\n"From now on, you do what I say," you tell him. "<i>Whatever</i> I say, whenever I say it. You refuse, with one button push I guarantee you everyone will see this, but especially Akane," you add, Ranma's face showing almost open terror at that.\n\n"F-fine! Geez, fine!" he blurts. "I'll... I'll do what you say! Just... just don't show anyone," he practically whimpers.\n\n"Good," you reply smugly. "Now, first things first..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Change forms."|RanDeb19x2]]\n\n[["Undress."|RanDeb]]

"There's a bucket of cold water over there," you note, tilting your head towards the wall, since you came in and set this place up earlier. "Use it to change forms. Then get undressed," you add with a smirk.\n\nYou see a little flair of fear in Ranma's eyes as he finally figures out exactly what kind of servitude you have in mind now that you have such overwhelming leverage on him. (He's a little slow, huh?) He's obviously about to object again or jump right back to violence, but you click the volume up a bit on the looped video and he ducks his head, shoulders slumping as he turns and walks over to the bucket. Picking it up and dumping it over himself, the water washes away his male form, leaving a damp, busty redhead instead. Ranma glances over at you again as if hoping for a reprieve, but seeing you still smirking at her she sighs and quickly hauls off her clothes, just yanking her shirt open and causing her tits to wobble as she pulls it off. Not exactly the sexiest undressing sequence ever, but you can work on it, you think as you beckon her to walk back over.\n\n"Nice to think that this is all mine now to do with as I like," you note with a grin, reaching out to heft one of her large breasts and give it a squeeze, Ranma making a face and squirming in place as you rub your thumb back and forth across her nipple, urging it to stiffen up.\n\n"Dude, I'm a guy, remember? This is perverse!" Ranma complains, only to give a squeak and a jump as you drop your hand to cup her crotch, sliding your middle finger inside her and wiggling it around a bit as she squirms more and scowls at you.\n\n"Didn't look like much of a guy when you were on all fours and taking a nice big dog dick," you reply, enjoying the sight of her humiliated blush as she ducks her head. Her shoulders continue to roll and twitch, her whole body writhing a little as you tease her pussy... she's not very wet, but oh well. "Now, I know you know how to suck cock when you're properly motivated, so get down on your knees and show me."\n\nWincing a little at the revelation you apparently saw that bit too, Ranma wordlessly sinks down to her knees and, after a bit of hesitation, reaches out to pull down the front of your pants. Her eyes widen as your mostly-hard cock flops out and rests across her face... you may have gotten bored a few times over the last few days and played with the slider some more, giving yourself an almost equine-like size. Despite her anger and humiliation, you're pretty sure you see just the faintest bit of lustful heat flash across those blue eyes for a moment before she slides her mouth over the tip and starts sucking a bit, giving soft 'mmfs' of apparent protest even as she rests her hands on your hips.\n\nYou nudge your pants the rest of the way down, then undo and shrug out of your shirt, again enjoying the obviously unwanted little flare of desire you see in Ranma's eyes. Yeah, looks like her little bout of getting fucked as a bitch in heat awoke something in her, whether she likes it or not. You bring the phone around and click it over to the camera, framing her face and your cock up properly as you hit the 'Record' button. Ranma immediately lifts her mouth away from your cock, inadvertantly giving you an even better view of her tits. "Hey! You didn't say you were gonna make <i>more</i> videos!" she blurts.\n\n"What's it matter? You're already in it for life with the first one I got," you reply smugly. "Getting more video of you being a good little cockslut isn't going to change anything. And call me 'Master', dammit!" you add.\n\n"... Yes, Master," Ranma grumbles sulkily, before placing her lips against the side of your cock and licking at it, running her mouth along the side. Mm, she's certainly doing a better job than you'd expect for being 'forced', isn't she?\n\n"Because you are a good little cockslut, aren't you?" you prompt, using your free hand to rest it on her head and guide her down to your balls.\n\n"... Yes, Master," Ranma practically growls against your sack, even as she involuntarily nuzzles in a little before more deliberately starting to tongue the soft, smooth skin. She takes your squeeze of her hair as the obvious prompt it is, and adds a sullen, "I'm a good little cockslut."\n\n"Yeah you are," you say cheerfully, pressing her a bit more firmly against your balls for a moment before lightening your grip, letting her have a bit more free rein. For someone that's still glaring up at you, or rather up at the phone's camera, like she wants to beat you to death she's not doing a bad job, either. After tonguing and licking your sack for a good long while before dragging her tongue up the underside. She sucks around the head, not quite kissing it but coming close despite that hateful look on her face, before sliding her mouth back over the tip. She mmfs and squirms, making her tits wobble, as she tastes your pre coating her tongue, then starts bobbing her head in long smooth motions. You're a little surprised when she gulps you into her throat with seemingly no problem, despite the almost obscene bulge it makes, but then you vaguely remember there was some episode about her learning martial arts eating so maybe that's it.\n\nStill, you're overall both impressed and highly pleasured as she works her mouth up and down most of your length, working herself forward until her lips press around the root of your oversized cock. She's still glowering up at you, blue eyes angry even as they glare into the camera from above her wide-spread lips slurping along your fat pole. It makes it extra satisfying when, after letting her deepthroat you for a good long while you finally haul her back and then grab your shaft yourself, jerking yourself off the last few strokes necessary to send long spurts of cum out, Ranma flinching and closing one eye as a long streamer of cream lands across the lid, her hair, face, and the tops of her tits soon wearing a nice spattering of white.\n\n"Here, clean up and sit down on the mattress," you order her, using the menu to spawn a cloth and tossing it to her. She apparently doesn't think about where you got it, too distracted by the obvious implications, her annoyed pout turning into a far more nervous expression as she stands and walks over to the bare mattress to sit down on the side of it and wipe herself clean. \n\nYou open the menu again, pausing her in mid-wipe. Hm, now what to do, what to do? Well obviously you could just [[continue on|RanDeb]] as you are, there's not necessarily any need to get fancy. Or you could use some of the [[potions|RanDeb19x3]] on her... in fact now you could make her drink them after telling her openly what they are, that could be fun! You could summon some [[different partners|RanDeb]] for her using the spawn menu, allowing you to focus on making more video footage, that's proven fun so far! (Plus the more and lewder videos you have of her, the less resistance she'll give you, you're pretty sure.) You could focus on [[dominating her|RanDeb]] and breaking her spirit in various ways, you've found some things in the menu that would be useful for that.\n\nSpeaking of which, there was one particularly interesting option you saw called the [[Lewdification Curse Mark|RanDeb]]. Apparently it's some sort of mark you could put on Ranma that the more lewd things she did, the more her body would alter and become more obviously sexual. It sounded like there was no real upper limit on how much she might change though, and it also sounded like there was no going back once you started, so hm.

The idea of making Ranma take a potion, knowing full well what it will do to her, is pretty amusing. ... Or you could just use the [[Slowburn|RanDeb]] again <i>without</i> telling her and make her think she's starting to like being blackmailed~!\n\nBut for some fun things to give her outright, demanding she take them knowing what they are, let's see... you've looked through a lot of the options so you know there's plenty of stuff for [[breast growth|RanDeb]], or [[cock growth|RanDeb]] if you wanted to go even kinkier. Or you could give her an [[aphrodisiac|RanDeb]] after all, but knowing full well what it is. Speaking of which, you found a few other interesting little things like a [[bimbofication|RanDeb]] potion, or a [[MILFication|RanDeb]] potion, pretty sure that one comes with several fun bonuses! (Or, for that matter, you could just make her into a MILF the more standard way with a [[fertility|RanDeb]] potion.) You also recall seeing a type of candy that would temporarily [[de-age|RanDeb]] her, that could be... kinda cute~.\n\nOn the more extreme end, you also found a class of potions that could turn Ranma into an [[animal|RanDeb19x4]]... permanently. Either with her mind intact or not. You've gotta admit, the idea of getting her to take one of those, knowing there's no coming back, is fascinating. Tempting her with a way out of her situation by actually giving up her humanity? Bit of a rush, not gonna lie...\n\n

"Knot me!" you gasp out, your voice fervent. "Fucking knot me, knot me like the bitch I am, ruin my pussy for anyone's cock who doesn't have a huge fucking knot like yours!"\n\nWith a howl of pleasure, Wolf does just that, yanking you down hard and forcing his knot up inside you. You give your own howl as you feel him immediately start to pump thick gushes of cum deep inside you. Your head falls back, an idiotic grin on your open mouth with your tongue lolled out, your eyes almost completely rolled up in your head as a practically brain-frying orgasm slams through your body at high warp. You shudder and twitch as your toned belly gradually expands, smoothing out with the sheer amount of cum being pumped into it, until it's round and taut.\n\nBy the time you stop cumming enough to have conscious thoughts again, you look down and find you look like you're late-term pregnant. Blushing, but also feeling a small aftershock orgasm race through you just at the sight, you squirm and wiggle around on top of Wolf's lap, making him growl pleasurably again.\n\n"You are now my mate," he rumbles. "And pregnant with my child."\n\nWell, the second part seems difficult to argue with. How could you <i>not</i> be after he pumped what's probably a few gallons of his seed into you? (Well, the whole 'alien species' thing aside.) You're still trying to process that thought (and the weird happy/aroused feeling it stirs in your fuck-addled brain) when he resumes speaking.\n\n"As soon as the ship is squared away, we shall return to my homeworld, where we will engage in the rituals that will make you a part of my family, and my True Bitch." He actually sounds immensely satisfied, as if it's something that he's wanted for quite awhile. Something in the tone makes you blush and more shivers of arousal pass through you, despite the strangeness of the situation.\n\nGeez, what to tell him?\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

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

You wake up to the feeling of a mouth bobbing up and down over your cock, and a surprisingly long and agile tongue coiling around it. You raise your head to stare at Arana's head rising and falling over your crotch, her massive melons squashed against your thighs. She looks up at you with her purple eyes and slips her mouth off of your cock, replacing it with one of her latex-gloved hands to slowly stroke up and down. Her purple lips drop to your sack, sucking one ball into her mouth and tonguing it briefly before she raises her head again, lips curled into a smirk.\n\n"Perhaps you'll rethink augmentation later. It might allow you to keep up with me," she purrs mockingly, before sliding her hand away and then gulping down the full length of your cock without the slightest hint of a gag reflex.\n\nArana continues until she's sucked at least two loads of cum out of you, before she allows you to rise and join her for a more traditional breakfast. Afterwards, she encourages you to redon your suit and follow her. Pressing the suit back to yourself, it wraps around your body, although you notice that it's changed from white and blue to black and red. That's... sort of weird, is it color-coded to who you decide to ally with? But since your re-dressed (if what she wears counts as being dressed) new ally is currently walking out of the room, you hurry to catch up with her.\n\nShe leads you to what seems to be some sort of galley, filled mostly with scruffy men in black bodysuits accessorized by motley bits and pieces of armor here and there. Most of them are giving you very sour looks, even as Arana explains that from now on you'll be helping them to bring in greater prizes than ever before. She does sort of go on about that, though, talking about hidden treasures and bigger bounties and beautiful slaves, until most of the grumpy expressions have been replaced by glinting eyes and leering smirks.\n\n"To that end, we have quite a rare find today." Arana turns towards the wall and gestures, the whole thing turning into a starmap with a few bits of blinking text and glowing circles. "A Raptarran ship was discovered in an uninhabited area of space, broadcasting an emergency beacon that is far too weak to ever reach back to Raptarran space. Our newest long-range scans show no lifesigns, so we can be confident of facing no resistance." She smiles wickedly as she looks back to the crew. "The most advanced weapons and gene-altering technology in known space, and all we have to do is fly out and pick it up. Just in case, however, I will be sending <i>Commander</i> Cede with you. It will be a good chance to get to know him."\n\nArana gathers up the fairly large group of men she intends to send with you. You notice that one of them is the guy you were trying to kidnap when you first showed up here, and he doesn't look happy. Great. Somehow you figure that if you get into any trouble, there'll be at least one gun shooting at you from behind as well as forward. At least so far no one really expects you to do anything... as you board the salvage ship and blast off from the enormous spidery-looking vessel Arana apparently calls home, all the pirates around you seem to be assuming well-practiced roles. You mostly just have to stand around and watch them, and stay out of their way. Some of them seem to appreciate that, at least.\n\nEventually you see a long, sleek ship in the blackness ahead. It's a sort of bronze color, painted with black stripes and bands, with a set of windows that wind up looking like teeth in the muzzle of a predator's head. Weird ship for sure, and it gives you a definite creepy feeling. Makes you sort of wonder about how safe it really is... and, if you're going to be safe, shouldn't you wear your suit's helmet?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ugh, no, that thing's terrible.|BadCypher2x3]]\n\n[[Better safe than sorry.|BadCypher3x1]]

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

"I'd... rather not," you reply, shifting in place somewhat uncomfortably. Despite this body's similarity to your own, you did just get it after all... you're not quite eager to make a ton of changes. \n\nArana quirks one sculpted eyebrow. "Very well then, the decision is yours. But you might as well allow me to take the lead, then." She reaches out, one gloved hand grasping your arm and pulling you forward onto the bed, pushing you over so that you're laying on your back. You've barely had time to realize that the bed is some space-age level of soft and perfect before you're subjected to another kind of soft and perfect... the space pirate queen pressing her enormous tits around your cock.\n\nYour cock and balls disappear completely into the vastness of them, and you let out a loud moan as she begins rubbing her huge breasts up and down. Your belly and upper legs are getting almost as much attention as anything else, your cock rubbed around amidst the firm flesh and your balls caressed by it. You never could have pictured getting titfucked like <i>this</i>!\n\nAll too soon, however, Arana straightens up and lets her breasts hang naturally again, displaying some of the smears of your precum on them. She reaches down and with a light tug snaps the sides of her apparently merely decorative thong, letting the scrap of cloth fall away to bare her previously barely-hidden cunt. Her glistening purple lips pouted out as she coos at you, Arana slides forward, working her pussy along the underside of your cock, letting the lips press around the shaft, her arousal smearing all over you. "I've dreamed of having you for awhile now," she purrs, driving your teen ego mad as much as your sensitive prick.\n\nShe rocks her hips forward, leaning her body as well, and then slides herself down, sheathing your cock inside her. You immediately see what she meant by "more robust"... her cunt is loose around you, your eight inches feeling little if any resistance as she takes you balls-deep inside. But what she lacks in tightness she makes up for in image as she begins riding you, your cock stroking along the slick, hot walls as you're given a vision of those massive melons bouncing and swaying above you.\n\nDoing your best not to simply lay there like a log, you grab her full hips, your fingers indenting the flesh as you thrust up into her, working your hips around to press your slender cock against those yielding inner walls. Arana smirks more than anything at your attempts, her voice a throaty purr as she teases and goads you on, even occasionally giving a little laugh. \n\nAs your balls draw up when you get close to cumming, she gives one final hard thrust down atop you... and you feel your balls actually slip up inside of her as well, just before her cunt squeezes down tight all around you, a low moan spilling from her lips. You let out a gurgling, somewhat strangled groan of your own as you spill your load deep inside her. It feels like her pussy is sucking your entire cock and balls as well, pulling your cum deep inside of her. The sensation is too much, and you feel dizzy before you flop back against the bed, completely insensate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher2x2]]

Hm... having the woman-stallion fuck her own son? Seems pretty wicked to you! You pick up the M-shaped branding iron, watching with interest as it begins glowing orange almost the moment you pick it up. You walk back over to where the other teenage boy is floating, smirking at him in passing as he watches you move behind him in fear. You touch the glowing metal to the side of one of his asscheeks, making him yowl as skin sizzles and smokes. You only use the brief touch, not feeling any urge to grind it in... you want to see him fucked, not suffering.\n\nHe pants heavily, the fresh brand quickly turning into a pinkish M-shaped scar. Then he erks as the bands around his wrists and ankles swing him around to face the other way, forcing him to bend forward and spreading his legs some, leaving his cock dangling down freely. You look over at the woman-turned-horse, watching as the still human-seeming brown eyes glaze over. Her dangling cock twitches, beginning to surge to life, stiffening with every twitch until it's jutting straight ahead beneath her belly, the flared tip dripping pre. Moving easily now, it moves around behind the suspended boy, before rearing up, forehooves slamming down on empty air to the sides of his head as if it were solid ground.\n\n"N-no! Mom, snap out of it!" the boy yelps as his transformed mother's cock thrusts forward, jutting between his legs and rubbing along his own, practically miniscule in comparison cock and his belly. Unheeding, she draws back and makes another trying thrust, this time slipping along the cleft of his ass and along his back. You wonder if you're going to have to help when, displaying a distinctly human level of control, the horse pulls back some, carefully shifting her hips to press that huge flared head between his asscheeks. With a whicker that sounds almost like 'I'm sorry!', she slams forward, stuffing most of her massive stallion prick up her son's ass in a single thrust.\n\nThe horse lets out a long whinny of pleasure as the boy howls out as his ass is stretched beyond all hope of recovery, his stomach bulging visibly with the outline of his mother's stallion prick. The transformed woman begins thrusting eagerly, driving more of her immense cock into her son's ass with every stroke. You stroke your own cock as you watch that bulge go deeper and deeper into his stomach, until it's practically in his chest. You watch his eyes roll up and his tongue loll out as his transformed mother begins truly beastfucking him, drawing that huge cock out and then slamming it home into his ass fast and hard, stretching him further every time. Her enormous balls swing forward, slapping against his own balls and his limp cock as if to drive home how puny they are compared with the member violating him.\n\nYou move around, getting a good view from all sides as you stroke your cock, watching from behind for awhile, seeing the transformed woman's puckered donut of a horse anus twitch a bit in stimulation, watching those big dark balls swing. You sidle around to the front, watching the other boy's face as he's fucked, hearing his gasps and defeated whimpers that sound almost pleasured.\n\nFinally the woman-stallion lets out a loud whinny and slams forward, burying her prick fully in her son's defiled ass, those balls twitching and heaving. His stomach bulges and rounds out gradually, his eyes rolling even further up in his head before horsecum starts gushing out of his mouth. His cock, though still limp, starts dribbling a steady stream of cum down onto the dirt floor. It's like he's pouring out an entire lifetime's worth of jizz in one go, as his mother's immense load of equine spunk swells his belly up until he looks almost full term pregnant.\n\nYou moan and send your own load spattering on the ground as you watch, about the same time the transformed woman's cock starts to go limp. It gradually slides further and further out until it drops free and dangles down, the boy's gaping asshole starting to dribble horsecum down over his balls and still oozing cock. He twitches, still dribbling animal jizz from both ends... you wonder if his mind will ever recover from that experience. The horse, for her... his... whatever... part... looks dazed, and just a little horrified. But it starts moving off with a rather high-stepping gait that you think must be the bands controlling it, walking further into the barn and then into one of the stalls, the door swinging closed behind it. The boy is floated forward, leaving a trail of creamy white droplets on the floor before he disappears into the next stall, the door swinging closed behind him as well.\n\nWhew. Well... that leaves the other two, doesn't it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Next.|RunForest1x6]]

"Ooooo cock!" Akane squeals excitedly, and none too quietly, making several heads nearby whip towards you with expressions ranging from scandalized to hopeful.\n\nThen she squirms her hips. "Oooo, but which cock should we get, huh? There's sooooo much cock out there I barely know where to start!"\n\nGosh why can't Akane just let you be dumb and empty-headed, why do you keep having to thiiiiink, even if it's about cock?! Gawd! If she wasn't your bestest friend and fellow cumdump you'd toooootally ditch her and go get some cock! Oh wait you'd still have to figure out which cock to get. Shyeah. Oh well! Uhhhh, let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's go fuck those boys over there!"|FRanX37x1]]\n\n[["Let's go downtown!"|FRanX36x1]]\n\n[["Let's go to the park!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Let's find a nice dirty alley!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["Let's oneshota!"|FRanX13x8]]

"Uhhhhh." You glance around, then spot someone behind the counter. Aha! Their whole job will be to talk people into buying this stuff, right? You'll just let her do it! "Well, y'know, I could, but since she looks bored, let's let the girl who works here do it, huh?" you suggest, gesturing before taking off towards the counter. Akane rolls her eyes, but stomps along after you almost immediately.\n\nOnce you're a bit closer you blink in some surprise at the shop girl, though maybe you shouldn't be surprised at the sort of person that works in a store that sells these sorts of bikinis. She's a gyaru... obviously fake tanned skin, slightly overly full lips painted a glossy, light colored pink, light-colored eyeshadow and bright blue rouge to further contrast against the dark gold of her tan, her thick, long hair dyed blonde with some beads and other little decorations woven into it here and there. She's also wearing some of the shop's wares, apparently, at least up top, a blue and yellow swirl bikini top clinging to the front of her large, rather obviously fake breasts, and the top of a very tight miniskirt visible just above the counter, probably because she's wearing some truly outrageous heels, from what you know of gyarus.\n\n"Like, hi and junk!" she chirps, raising a hand and waggling her fingers, showing off the intricately painted and decorated nails at the tips of them. "Welcome to Minimal Swim! Like, how can I help you today, an' stuff?"\n\n"Um, yeah, was hoping you could explain to her why people buy these?" you say, pointing at Akane with one hand and holding up the hanger with some small patches of cloth and string on it. Akane, for her part, looks rather flustered, like she's not sure what to make of the gyaru clerk's shameless style of dress, since she <i>is</i> another girl and thus allowed to do what she wants, after all.\n\n"Oh, like, we get that question all the time!" the gyaru answers, bringing up her hand to cover a cutesy giggle. "Actually we get it so often that the owner made a whole video about it! C'mon, I'll show you!" She turns and flounces out from behind the counter, leading the way towards the back of the store, showing off that yes her miniskirt does indeed barely cover her full, round ass. You wince as Akane smacks you on the back of the head for even looking in the woman's general direction, but both of you follow her to the back wall of the store where there are four flatscreens put together to form a larger one. The clerk presses a button to one side of them, then steps back and turns to face you, beaming.\n\nAt first all that appears are some swirling lights and slightly cheesy techno music... sounds more like something from a porno movie than what you'd really hear in a shop. You wonder if Akane's gonna smack you again just for that, but she actually seems to be standing and watching fairly calmly. Actually, you find yourself growing pretty calm too... there's something weirdly soothing about the combination of the colors and the vaguely erotic beats that has a lot of the tension melting out of you. Even as it drags on longer than your fairly short attention span would normally tolerate, you just stand and watch, though you're definitely eager for the tape to begin, you're getting more and more interested in what it has to say.\n\nEventually someone appears in front of the swirling colors... another woman wearing gyaru style. But she's even more extreme than the shop girl... her tan is a darker gold, her lips thick and obviously injected with something, her pale blue painted eyelids decorated with little fake diamonds and her lashes too long and thick to possibly be real, her cheeks dusted neon purple. Her hair is shock platinum blonde and thick, the forelocks draped over her shoulders decorated with a small craft store's worth of beads, bangles, and charms. Though she's only shown from the waist up, that's plenty to show her massive, bolted-on breasts, the implants roughly twice the size of her head, nothing covering them but a pair of tiny yellow and pink swirl triangles barely held on by strings, a circle of pink showing all the way around them. Not the kind of girl you'd have ever looked at in a million years, but now lust hazes around your relaxed brain, your nipples stiffening, your pussy heating and puffing up, starting to grow slick.\n\n"Now, you may be asking yourself why anyone would wear a tiny little bikini out in public," she starts, her voice a practiced, high cutesy one that nevertheless manages to sound natural. "And I'm here to tell you the answer. It's because they're sluts!" she chirps, giggling in the aftermath of it. "They're huge slutty whores who love getting strange men hard and looking like they're ready to fuck anyone at any time!"\n\n"It's because they're sluts," you murmur, hearing Akane say it in almost perfect stereo with you.\n\n"Mmm-hmm! Only complete sluts would wear these swimsuits! Sluts hate covering their bodies, they want to show off as much of their skin as possible to tell men what they are! But then, I shouldn't have to tell you this... you're a complete slut too, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm a complete slut."|FRanX13x5]]\n\n[["... What?! NO!"|FRanX]]

"We're complete sluts too," you and Akane echo back easily, even more tension flowing out of you as you say it. Ah, that feels really good, as if some sort of weight had been lifted off of you.\n\n"Of course you are! So what are you doing wearing all those clothes?"\n\nThat seems like a very good question. So you unbutton your Chinese shirt while Akane pulls her snug shirt off over her head, reaching back to undo her bra while you push down your boxers and baggy pants. You step out of your slippers and straighten up, standing naked and gazing at the beautiful gyaru, your pussy sending a few glistening trails down your thighs. Akane soon finishes undoing and dropping her skirt, shimmying out of her panties as well, then bending over to undo her shoes and pull off her socks, her uplifted ass and bare pussy facing directly towards the entrance of the shop, obscured only by a handful of bikini racks. Only once she straightens up does the recording resume speaking.\n\n"Now, doesn't that feel good, standing there naked in public like the sluts you are?" the gyaru on the screen coos.\n\n"It feels so good," you and Akane reply in unison, only unsynced by giving slightly different moans of pleasure.\n\n"Mmm, of course it does. Sluts only wear clothing for decoration, after all! It shows that extra effort to turn men on, since sluts exist to be cumdumps, after all."\n\n"We exist to be cumdumps."\n\n"You definitely do!" Her puffy lips curl in a smile again, and she lets several moments go by, just leaving the both of you standing naked in the store. Then she says, "But speaking of decoration, it's time to make you up like proper sluts! This way!" She gestures to one side, and a door in the wall next to the screens swings open. You walk through, Akane moving similarly purposefully behind you, while the shop girl moves to pick up your clothing and dump it in a trash can.\n\nThe two of you walk along a short hallway, then emerge into another room. What look like large tanning beds line the side walls, most of them open to show off the banks of lights inside. Standing in the middle of the room is the gyaru from the video. In person you can see that she's wearing a miniskirt almost as tiny as her bikini top, the bottom of it not even covering her matching pink and yellow splatter-pattern panties, which bulge out from below the skirt as they stretch to cover a massive cock and balls suitably sized to her enormous fake tits. She flounces over on her platform heels, tits moving less than the rest of her, all the decorations in her hair jangling. "Ooooo, not bad, not bad! Such a nice pair of tits on this cute little shorty! Hm... Jusenkyo curse. We'll get you form-locked when we inject you, don't worry!" she coos, reaching out to squeeze your breasts, her long overdecorated nails brushing your skin and soft palms rubbing your nipples. You shiver and have a small orgasm just from her kneading your tits, before she steps aside and smacks Akane's ass, making the black-haired girl gasp loudly, a gush of wetness running down her bare thighs. "This one's not as naturally slutty-looking, but lots of potential," she comments, almost idly reaching over to yank your hairtie out and letting your hair spill free of your braid. "But let's get you both looking properly made up! Futana-sama is eager to see what the Gyarizers make of both of you!"\n\n"Yes, Futana-sama," you and Akane both murmur, before you turn to one side and march over to one of the open tanning beds, Akane turning the opposite way. You clamber up into the bed and lay down on the clear gel mat inside, resting your palms flat against the mat as well, arms slightly out from your sides, legs spread a bit. Futana-sama comes over and slides a visor over your eyes, dimming the room, before grinning wickedly with her plump lips and lowering the lid over you, briefly plunging you into darkness. But soon the long cylindrical bulbs light up, making the interior glow. Words and images begin scrolling across the visor's lenses, showing you gyaru girls being fucked by a variety of men, wanton expressions on their faces, the sounds of fucking and more of that cheesy porn music playing from the visor speakers near your ears, Futana-sama's voice reading off the flashes of text that appear as well.\n\n"You love being a stupid fucktoy for men. You only go to school to have an opportunity to fuck more boys. Math and reading and thinking are for girls who don't get fucked. You want to get fucked because you're a slut."\n\nWhile you lay absorbing the words, even giving a giggle at how happy they make you, the booth starts its work. Your skin gradually darkens, small armatures lowering from amidst the bulbs and spraying across your skin, giving it that glossy, slightly off color that insures the tan will be golden and fake-looking. Others lower down and encase your fingertips, clamping down then drawing back and leaving long plastic nails, which other small robotic arms begin spraying elaborate designs and pressing small gems and little metal decorations on.\n\n"You want to decorate yourself for men, make them hard, make them understand you're just a cum dump. You exist to take cock, any cock, anything with a cock that wants you should get to have you."\n\nYou almost lick your lips at the thought of all the cock you're going to take, but you know you need to stay still. Besides, your gyaru makeup is being sprayed-on, lips painted bright, pastel pink and glossed up, cheeks dusted with pale blue. Other little robotic arms lower down, these sticking needles into your tits, though the soothing barrage of words and images assuring you of your role in life means you don't even flinch. The needles inject something warm and thick-feeling, your tits slowly swelling up another cup size, turning firmer and standing higher, though they still retain their natural shape. The needles pull out, and more spray guns lower down, painting your nipples an almost luminescent pink to contrast with your tan skin. \n\n"Stay giggly, and bubbly, and dumb. And always, always be thinking about how you can turn men on, get them to use you like the sex toy you are, how you can be taking more loads of cum. You're a dumb gyaru slut and you need to act the part all the time."\n\nAs another armature lowers down over your face, you obediently follow the flashed instruction on the visor and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. It clamps down around the soft pink muscle and you again feel your flesh being penetrated, a small orgasm running through your body as it follows up the piercing by sliding a tacky chrome gold bar through your tongue and screwing matching balls on the ends of it. The armature draws back, and you briefly close your eyes as others reach under the visor to begin applying your hot purple eyeshadow. Others grab the ends of your hair, sliding along them and leaving them a bright yellow bottle blonde, other tiny-fingered ones weaving a few braids in your hair and decorating them with garish beads.\n\n"Always take the trains and busses most likely to have molesters. Always offer to fuck your teachers, even if they still flunk you. If someone offers you money to fuck or make a porn, do it but charge them a tiny amount, so you can acknowledge what a cheap whore you are. And remember to spread the gyaru love!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Complete your transformation.|FRanX13x6]]\n

"You needed to shop for a new swimsuit. What's wrong with your old one?" you add curiously.\n\n"Well it's kind of tight, if you must know," Akane huffs, putting her hands on her hips and shifting her shoulders in annoyance... which makes her boobs jiggle. Yeah, you can imagine one of the places it got tight. "Besides, it's good to have a new swimsuit every so often. You'd understand that if you were a <i>real</i> girl!"\n\nYou shrug broadly. For your own part half the time you don't bother to buy trunks anyway and just swim in your underwear, but whatever. As if reading your thoughts, Akane reaches out to poke your shoulder. "You ought to consider getting a girl's swimsuit too, you know. It's not like you're going to be able to stay a boy for long at the beach, the water never warms up enough that it won't change you!"\n\nYou make a face but say nothing, since that's sort of hard to argue with, even if it would sting your pride a bit to wear a girl's swimsuit. Still, you remember a certain island "vacation" where you were running around the beach in a wet tanktop... it wasn't exactly a lot better. So you just sigh and follow Akane as the two of you head out of the house and make your way to the shopping district.\n\nSoon you're in a store that seems to sell nothing but swimsuits, and practically nothing but girls' swimsuits at that. A sad, lonely rack of men's swim trunks is stuck in one corner, bearing about three sizes and almost as many colors, completely outshined by the incredibly variety of designs of one pieces, bikinis, and other inventive bits of female swimwear. You feel compelled to clap twice and bow your head in sympathy for this sad, neglected rack of clothing.\n\n"Oh, knock it off," Akane grumbles, grabbing you by the ear and dragging you further into the store, making you yelp. She releases you as she comes to stand in front of a rack, leaving you standing there rubbing the side of your head. "Now help me pick something out."\n\nYou almost ask why she cares about your opinion so much, but decide to follow up your earlier calming of her with some discretion. Instead you glance around the store, trying to see what the options even are. Well, colors and styles aside, it looks like there are three sort of "categories" to choose from. There's the simple stuff, one pieces and fairly modest bikinis, mostly available in basic colors and unremarkable designs. Then there's the sexy stuff... string bikinis, tube top types with thong lower halves, that sort of thing. Then there's the ultra-sexy... stuff that's making you blush a little just to look at. But what to recommend to Akane...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Normal swimsuit.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Sexy bikini.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Full slutty.|FRanX13x3]]

Ukyo's pretty cute, if you recall correctly, and hey, she owns her own restaurant! Actually, you wonder if you'll be able to cook if you play as her? Maybe there'll be some sort of minigame to play. Curious about how exactly this simulation will handle skills as much as anything else, you tap the picture of the brunette with the headband, then instantly jerk back from the sensation of something hot in front of you. You stare down at the long griddle counter in front of you, then glance around at the restaurant beyond. Wow, that's a heck of an abrupt transition. You glance down at yourself to find that you're wearing a loose blue and white top belted in front, showing off a bit of the large breasts wrapped with white gauze underneath, and a very form-fitting pair of navy blue tights hugging your legs, hips, and flat crotch. Well, you guess that much hasn't changed since-\n\n"Oop!" you squeak, suddenly remembering the pair of okonomiyaki sizzling in front of you. You quickly check the edges, then flip them. They may just be practice ones to keep you busy while the place is empty, but it wouldn't do to have you of all people ruining one! Satisfied after a quick check of their condition, you get back to pondering the real question... how to get Ranchan?\n\nObviously it's not that he dislikes you, you've seen otherwise plenty of times! It's just that you haven't figured out the right way to convince him to blow off everyone else and come to you and you alone. He could if he wanted to, you're sure of it! He just needs the right motivation. Or you need to figure out the right way to get the competition out of the way. One or the other.\n\nLet's see... you could try to [[seduce him|Ukyo]]! That's the most obvious thing, and admittedly it's fun too. You do kind of enjoy a chance to show off your feminine wiles, having suppressed them for so long. Hm, on the other hand, Ranchan usually doesn't seem all that drawn in by feminine wiles. Some further refinement of the plan may be in order.\n\nYou could try to [[focus on the competition|Ukyo]], by trying to eliminate (nonlethally! ... probably) one or more of your competitors. Or there's always the vague chance of a teamup in order to remove one of the others as a threat. It's happened before! ... Admittedly it usually ends in someone betraying someone else and the whole thing dissolving into a brawl, but if you're really honest that's kind of fun as well.\n\nThen it occurs to you, there's an avenue you haven't necessarily approached before... [[focusing on your business|Ukyo]]! Ranchan loves okonomiyaki, but he also loves not being broke... and almost as importantly, so does that thieving old bastard of a father of his. If you could make the restaurant successful enough, not only might Ranchan be lured in, but Genma might insist he focus on his engagement to you, or even just marry you outright as soon as possible! Heck, depending on how it goes, maybe you could pay off Soun to be okay with it!\n\nThere is one other option, come to think of it. On a whim you ordered a [[cookbook|Ukyo1x1]] from the Weird Magic Products catalog that got delivered to your restaurant instead of the Nekohanten by mistake. Obviously trying strange Chinese concoctions is usually your most bitter rival's area, but maybe not stealing a page from Shampoo's book is where you've been going wrong all along!

"Um, I'm really sorry," you add, rubbing the back of your head. "I just felt really out of it for a second there I guess. Sorry Akane."\n\n"Er." She blinks, looking completely flummoxed, then nods slowly. "Well, as long as you're... sorry." Apparently derailed by an easy, sincere apology, she just looks at you for a moment, then says, "Are you ready to go?"\n\n"Yeah. Uh, remind me where we're going?"\n\nAkane sighs and puts a hand to her face, shaking her head. "Ugh, seriously? You said you'd help me shop today! For the school field trip tomorrow!"\n\n"Oh, right." You nod slowly, starting to remember. "You needed to shop for-"\n\n<hr>\n[[A new swimsuit.|FRanX13x2]]\n\n[[Overalls.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Glasses.|FRanX15x1]]

Spotting the notation that one of the videos involved "interrupting the aftermath of a local mating ceremony", you grin and select that option. Several holoscreens pop up around you, showing you what are apparently the points of view of a pair of Trikeron soldiers, as well as an external view that you assume is a drone of some sort.\n\nThey've moving through what looks like a relatively fancy hotel, and arriving at one of the doors the lead soldier kicks it in, the pair of them sweeping inside. The human couple that had just been climbing to the bed leaps up in shock... apparently, in their desire to get busy after their wedding, they had rather failed to notice that an alien invasion was going on outside. They're both fairly attractive, the man lean and well-endowed, the woman with nice curves and also well-endowed, he completely naked and with a (flagging) erection, she clad in lacy white bridal lingerie complete with garter belt, stockings, and bridal gauntlets.\n\nThe Trikerons are on them before they can do much more than stare slack-jawed in shock, a soldier grabbing each and forcing them into face-down-ass-up position on the bed. The bride gives a shriek as her pretty lacy panties are ripped off, the groom bucking, twisting, and shouting alternating threats and pleas for mercy as he sees the soldier's massive prick jutting over his new wife's ass.\n\nThe bride lets out a long yowl as that huge alien cock stuffs itself into her pussy, starting to fuck her roughly right in front of her brand new husband's very eyes. He goes silent, staring ahead in horror as she's pounded into, her cunt stretching and belly bulging beneath the strap of her garter belt, her eyes starting to roll. His erection has flagged completely... and yet, as her cries and pleas start to change to whorish moans, as her hips start to buck cooperatively with the Trikeron's thrusts, and her pussy clearly starts to gush in pleasure from being raped, his prick starts to harden again even as shame and humiliation fill his eyes.\n\nOnly then does the Trikeron holding him move in, the groom's eyes widening briefly before rolling as that thick dino dick pushes into his ass, similarly stretching him and bulging out his belly with the shape of it. His grunts and cries at being fucked mingle with his bride's pleasured squeals as she's similarly fucked, both of them bouncing against the bed with near-identical rhythms. Soon both are moaning shamelessly and working their hips like whores against their rapists, the groom's cock having gone limp again as it's slapped by the massive balls of his dominator, though this time in a symbol of his complete subjugation. Both let out high, womanly yowls of orgasm as the Trikerons shove in and begin pumping massive loads into them, their bellies swelling with the potent alien jizz gushing inside. \n\nBoth humans are given a shove to flop them onto their backs, trembling and shuddering as they lay there with eyes rolled up and tongues lolling out, the freshly-impregnated bride's belly swollen and wobbling with her breathing, the groom's faux-pregnant cumbelly similarly jiggling with his movements. In near-sync, the Trikerons swing onto the bed and lower their sacks onto those lolling tongues, the human slaves starting to dutifully worship their owners' balls.\n\nWith a grunt, you finish stroking your own stiff prick and send long streamers of cum arcing out through the air, splashing across the floor, the last few lesser spurts landing on your own balls. Drawing your hand away, you imperiously command Baru, "Clean that up."\n\n"Yes, of course, Your Deificness," the slave murmurs, bending down to first clean your sack, her long, nearly prehensile tongue sliding over the smooth-leather skin and gathering up every drop of jizz, before she gets down on all fours to similarly lap your cum from the floor, her round ass shaking in the air as she does.\n<<set $justwatchedvideo to "true">>\n<hr>\n[[Watch another video.|TriObserveStart]]\n\n[[Go do something else.|TriSelect2]]

Oho, this one could be interesting. Apparently it's one of the Trikeron Elites... even stronger, faster, and more invulnerable than the standard soldiers, who already seem like superbeings in comparison to humans... taking down a costumed superheroine. Just the thought has your cock starting to stiffen as you select that option, holowindows popping up showing what you assume must be a number of drones as well as a first-person perspective of the Elite in question. Very nice. \n\nHe's making his way down a city street with a handful of other Trikeron soldiers, people screaming and fleeing in fear, when the superheroine floats down in front of them and declares that their invasion ends here. She's very much what you'd expect from the sort... long, flowing hair, billowing cape, big tits, tight little one-piece uniform.\n\nWhile she's still in the middle of her grandiose speech praising her own dedication to defending Earth, the Elite leaps forward and slams his fist across her face, knocking her reeling. The blow doesn't actually seem to do any more than physically push her back, and she quickly retaliates with a thunderous punch of her own that similarly doesn't seem to damage the Elite but does rock him on his heels. As the two begin to fight, more of the humans that had been screaming and running away trickle back in, instead starting to cheer and take cell phone pictures and video when they realize that the other Trikerons aren't doing anything but standing around watching their boss fight. In fact, within minutes a number of news camera crews have set up and are narrating the battle breathlessly, broadcasting it all across the world.\n\nAnd that was seemingly what the Elite was waiting for. Revealing that he'd been holding back until then, he suddenly moves forward in a near-blur, grabbing the front of the heroine's costume and ripping it free, the cloth coming away in tatters and leaving her big tits jiggling and her smooth crotch revealed. Now clad in nothing but her cape, boots, and gloves, the heroine is clearly shocked for a split-second, which is all the Elite needs. In an almost literal flash, he's grabbed her and slammed her to the ground, twisting her arms to make her hug her own tits and then bending her legs forward until she's nearly folded in half, making her bind her own arms. Then, chuckling and leering wickedly at the cameras broadcasting his acts to the entire world, he slams his enormous cock into the heroine's bare, vulnerable pussy.\n\nThe yowl she gives is one of both denial and pleasure, making it obvious that despite her struggles and apparent horror at being so thoroughly defeated, she also came with that very first thrust. It's likely, you think as you lightly stroke your own prick, that she's never been fucked by someone as strong and resilient as she is, let alone moreso, and something in her little superhero brain has switched on at the feeling of her superstrong pussy clenching around a prick that refuses to yield even the slightest to it. The Elite begins slamfucking her hard in the breeding press, the street cracking and breaking beneath the two of them with the force of his thrusts, his huge balls slamming against her taint and asshole with enough force to crush brick but provide the superslut with the hardest, lewdest spanking she's ever had.\n\nThe crowd now seems to be watching in mostly shock as their savior is turned into a mewling, pleading, writhing rape-slut before their very eyes, her pussy gushing around every thrust of that violating cock, and her attempts to rally and spout some heroic line about good triumphing coming out mingled with her whorish moans. Most male crotches in the audience are bulging now even as their eyes fill with despair at the realization of the inevitability of the Trikeron victory, while the women are looking towards the hard, jutting cocks of the waiting Trikeron soldiers, looking at them with a mingling of fear and arousal as they understand that they too will soon be raped and impregnated by their invaders.\n\nThe Trikeron Elite gives a mighty bellow as he finally thrusts in hard, creating a spreading crater beneath the trapped heroine as he fills her with cum and the first of her many broods of alien eggs. Her eyes roll up completely, lips curled in an idiotic smile of complete and new submission to her new owner as her colorful boots twitch and shudder in the air, her belly swelling more and more obscenely with the absolutely massive load being pumped into her. Giving a grunt of your own, you grab Baru's head and shove her down, forcing her muzzle and throat down over your cock roughly as you use her as a convenient, non-messy place to spill your own heavy load. \n\nYou graciously allow your slave to continue sucking and tongue-jerking you as you watch the Trikeron soldiers start to organize the human crowd for processing. Some of them do indeed go ahead and begin raping some of the human women, who barely bother to struggle having seen what they're up against, but at least the men will have something to look forward to before their lifetime of slavery. In groups of three they're led forward, the Trikeron Elite hauling his new super-fuckpet into position for them to start gangbanging her. Three at a time, the disgraced heroine is raped by the very humans she sought to defend, and from the rough talk, insults, and slaps to her ass, tits, and face, it looks like they're none too grateful to her either.\n\nOh well, it looks like she's enjoying herself!\n<<set $justwatchedvideo to "true">>\n<hr>\n[[Watch another video.|TriObserveStart]]\n\n[[Go do something else.|TriSelect2]]

"Gosh, dad, you're, like, right'n'stuff!" Harry says in perfect after school special aesop tone, even as he gives his cock a few more thrusts into your ass. "Friends <i>are</i> better when they're shared!"\n\n"That's right, son!" Herschel chirps. "Why don't we share your new friend a little more?"\n\nThe father and son mascots pull their cocks out of your holes, leaving you gasping hoarsely (pun not intended). You can feel cum, or whatever it is, dribbling out of your stretched asshole and down your taint, tickling over your balls. Harry gives you a nudge on the side, and it's pretty clear what they want. You obey with little hesitation, staying on hands and knees but turning around to face Harry, displaying your well-fucked ass for Herschel.\n\nThe adult horse wastes little time in pushing his dick into your cum-lubed hole, and you moan like a slut as you feel yourself getting stretched open even more than before. Harry rubs his cock against your face, and with only a little more hesitation than before, you tilt your head so you can slide your mouth, and your throat, down over the cock that just recently fucked you to two anal orgasms. Luckily, other than a slightly musky taste, there doesn't seem to be anything gross about it... you're starting to get the hint that these mascots really are magic or something.\n\nHarry grips the sides of your chest to hold you up as he starts fucking your throat even more eagerly than his father did. That leaves your hands free, and you bring one up to squeeze his ass, the other cupping and fondling his balls. Both definitely feel like a mascot uniform... it's like squeezing a stuffed toy's ass, or an overstuffed felt ball. Still, at this point you think that's pretty fucking sexy, since you're currently building to your third orgasm in twenty minutes.\n\nThe horse mascots dump their third loads into your holes, and you spray your third one all over the sheets again. Something in the back of your mind says you should be getting tired, or at least your balls should be aching by this point, but you have no problems staying hard and staying eager as father and son take only a brief rest before resuming their teen boy spitroast for a fourth and final time.\n\nFinally, they both pull out and collapse onto the bed. You wind up flopped between them, pressed between the large, warm cloth bodies. Both horses begin snoring loudly and exaggeratedly, with a whinny at the end of the exhale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably best to leave now.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Too... exhausted. Must... sleep.|HaroldHorse1x7]]

There's just no way you could move after that epic fucking. Sighing, you let your head slump to the pillow, your eyes dropping closed and consciousness almost immediately fleeing.\n\nYou wake up laying facedown on the bed, Herschel's cock already slid halfway into you. By the time you're fully awake it's all the way in and he's fucking you while you lay flat on your belly, your cock rubbing against the sheets as he bounces you against the mattress. You moan into the pillow and grip the sheets as he gives you a good-morning plowing, you guess before he heads off to work in the park.\n\nOnce Herschel has poured his first load of cum of the day up your ass, he pulls out and is immediately replaced by Harry's. Your cock rubs through the cum you just sprayed against your belly and on the white sheets as he pounds into you, your moans turning into somewhat girlish squeals as he duplicates the job his father just did. They continue switching out a few more times, before pulling you into a new position.\n\nHarry flops onto his back and guides you up atop him. Facing away, you eagerly help him maneuver you into position, so that you can sink down onto his massive cloth dick, moaning and gasping all the way, until your soft human balls come to rest against his firm stuffed ones. Then you begin riding the horse, bouncing up and down on him, the bed creaking underneath you as you pound your ass on his stiff pecker. Your own dick bounces wildly as you move, gyrating and wet with your own cum in the light.\n\n"Bouncin' on the bed sure is fun!" Herschel says cheerfully as he stands up on the mattress, pulling your shirts off to bare your skinny teenage boy chest before guiding his own dick to your mouth. You lean forward and grab his hips, eagerly gulping down the soft felt hardon and letting it work around in your throat as you bounce in his son's dong. You're starting to wonder if they're going to skip work or what, and just how long this ecstatic fucking is going to last... because they sure don't seem eager for you to leave.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse1xEnd]]

You clamber up onto the screaming neon sheets on all fours, your balls dangling down between your thighs and your cock jutting slightly forward. You're really not sure what you're thinking at this point, since he clearly intends to fuck you with that massive stuffed horse prick, but you're too mellow to really care at this point.\n\nHarry scrambles onto the bed behind you, giving your ass a few squeezes with his soft-gloved hands before pressing the flared tip of his costume cock up against your asshole. Before you can protest that he at least needs some lube or something like that, he starts pushing in. Your eyes go wide in shock as the flared felt fuckstick spreads your asshole open and then pops inside, stretching you out ahead of the thick shaft as it goes. You realize it really should hurt... you've never actually been fucked before, it's made of cloth, he's going in dry. But it doesn't at all... it just feels <i>really</i> good getting stretched around his cock, and it goes in smoothly despite how tight you are and how big it is. And the felt doesn't bother you at all... it just feels really soft as it slides against the walls of your asshole, your tightness squeezing around the tightly-packed stuffing.\n\nHe keeps pushing on in, deeper and deeper, feeling impossibly deep, until you can feel his sheath pressing against your stretched pucker and his big cloth balls resting against your largely hairless flesh and blood ones. Then, waisting no time, he grabs your waist and begins fucking you, hard and fast, pumping a good foot of his cloth cock in and out of your stretched little previously virgin ass. You moan and gasp, your eyes closing as you concentrate on the feeling of that big mascot prick pumping into you with all the same teenage urgency you feel.\n\nDespite the fact that Harry hasn't even touched your aching, throbbing cock the entire time, and that it's your first time being fucked up the ass, you eventually cum, shooting your load all over the neon green sheets with neon pink UFOs on them. Harry slams his dick into your spasming asshole a few more times, then gives a loud whinny and shoves in. You can feel something hot and liquid being poured deep into you, and you groan at the pleasure of it.\n\n"Well, what's this then?" comes a corny-sounding voice from the side. Your eyes shoot open and you look over, seeing Herschel the Horse standing nearby, his white-gloved hands fisted on his hips.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have no response for that.|HaroldHorse1x5]]\n\n[["It's not what it looks like!"|HaroldHorse6x1]]

You just stare at the newly-arrived mascot. You don't really know what to say to a character actor father who's just caught you with his character actor son's big cloth horsedick up your ass.\n\n"Like, hey dad," Harry groans, not seeming the least discomfited. He even works his cock in and out of you by about an inch, making you give a little moan despite yourself.\n\n"Hey there, son! Made a new friend, huh?" Herschel's tone is suddenly bright and cheerful. "Well friends are always better when they're shared!" He drops his clown pants, a felt equine pecker easily two feet long and thicker than his son's springing upright with a comical *bwoi-oi-oing*. \n\nBefore you can even form a protest or thought, Herschel clambers up on the bed and kneels in front of you, pushing the flared head of his dick into your mouth. Putting one toon-gloved hand on the back of your head, he begins pushing it down your throat with the same slow, steady motion Harry used to penetrate your ass. Again, intellectually you know he shouldn't be able to do that, it should hurt, or you should gag or puke or something from deepthroating something so huge for the first time. But even as the flared head creates a large bulge visibly sliding down the outside of your throat, followed by the lesser bulge of his shaft, all you can think of is how good it feels to suck dick.\n\nOnce Herschel gets his cock deep enough down your throat, it's like you just automatically become the best cocksucker ever, your throat gulping at him and squeezing around him reflexively. Even his moan of pleasure sounds clownish and cheesy, but who cares, he's still got a great pecker. He keeps going until you've taken him all, your lips pressed against the slightly fuzzier felt of his sheath. Then he begins fucking your throat in earnest, never pulling out all the way. Harry resumes fucking your ass, the father and son mascots spitroasting you between them.\n\nHerschel's big overstuffed balls slap your chin firmly every time he thrusts in, Harry's balls slapping against your own a moment later. You can hear the horses moaning in their character voices and giving much more horselike whinnies above you as they pound away at you, and this time it's they who cum first, Harry dumping another voluminous load in your ass, Herschel spurting his own almost directly into your belly. That sets you off again, your moan almost inaudible with your throat stretched around Herschel's big felt dick as you spray a second load into the puddle on the sheets.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HaroldHorse1x6]]

You grin lazily and shift a little on the beanbag chair. "Yyyyup."\n\n"Yeah, me too, duder. May as well let 'em fly'n'junk, it's just, like, us dudes here." You're not only amazed as he proceeds to unbutton the fly of the oversized jeans with his gloves still on, but that apparently the clothes aren't just part of the costume. In fact, he proceeds to draw out an eighteen-inch-long horsecock made of... you're guessing pink felt or something like that. He starts lazily pumping his hand up and down the length, bumping it against the bottom of the flared head at the tip.\n\nYou stare for a few moments, then just snicker. Hey, man, whatever gets him off. You go ahead and open your own jeans and shove your underwear down, drawing your merely human seven inches out and starting to stroke it as well. The two of you continue this for awhile, stroking your cocks with one hand and passing the joint with the other. You get most of the way through a third one before Harry makes a soft moaning noise.\n\n"Um, hey, duder, you like... I mean, did you maybe wanna, y'know... fuck, an' junk?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Not really into that.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[... You know what, why not?|HaroldHorse1x3]]

"Actually... yeah." Your lazy grin grows wider than before, and your cock gives a little throb in your hand. The situation has actually gotten so ridiculous that it's now turning you on. "Sure, let's fuck."\n\n"Awesome, dude! I mean, like, y'know, whatever." Not doing that great of a job of hiding his eagerness, Harry jumps to his feet and tucks the remainder of the joint into an ashtry on his desk, then shoves his jeans the rest of the way down, kicking them over his gaudily-colored sneakers. He shrugs out of his jacket, leaving him in the sunglasses, sneakers, and t-shirt. The build of the mascot suit actually isn't that bad, they managed to convey a lean teenage build with some muscle on it.\n\nYou kick off your shoes before standing up and shoving down your pants and underwear, stepping out of them. You decide to leave your shirts on since Harry's leaving his on, your smooth teenage cock jutting out from beneath the folds of cloth.\n\n"Okay, duder, so like, get up on the bed on all fours'n'junk," Harry encourages, stroking his cloth horsecock again. You can see that the designers also included a pair of baseball-sized balls in a brown fur sack below the ring of a sheath at the base of his dick.\n\n<hr>\n[[You got it.|HaroldHorse1x4]]\n\n[[Hey, who said you were topping?|HaroldHorse5x1]]

"Sure, let's do it," you reply, trying to play it cool and keep the eagerness out of your voice. If this turns out to be a trick or a joke, you can at least play it off like you were kidding.\n\n"Great, duder, this way." Harry turns and beckons you to follow him, setting off down a pathway and eventually heading into a small alley between two buildings. There's a door sign marked with a silhouette of Herschel and the text 'MASCOTS ONLY', but Harry pushes it open and beckons you through. Inside is a cramped-feeling sort of place about like you'd expect... vanities, tables, lockers. You almost expect Harry to stop and take his gear off, but he instead leads you up a set of stairs. Curious, you continue to follow.\n\nThe stairs lead up to a hallway with doors marked with mascot outlines, though you notice it goes a long way down with a number of unmarked doors as well. Harry, as you might expect, heads to the door with his outline on it and beckons you inside, closing it behind you. The room inside is done up like a stereotypical nineties teenager's room... posters of radical skater dudes on the walls, eye-searing colors, and clothes piled artfully on the floor in places that they won't get in the way of characters moving around. Wow, they actually made up <i>rooms</i> for the characters, this place is seriously method.\n\nHarry flops down on a beanbag chair next to the desk, and you take the spare one that looks like a soccer ball. Still fully-garbed, the mascot opens one of the drawers and pulls out a gallon freezer bag actually filled to bursting with marijuana. You stare as he opens it and pulls out enough to roll a cigarillo-sized joint with, wondering if you're both going to jail for life if you get caught.\n\nHarry passes you the joint and a lighter, and after a moment's hesitation you get it going. You cough a little at the first few puffs, then pass it back over. Harry inhales through the mask's mesh mouth... that's pretty skillful, you have to admit. The two of you just toke and pass for awhile, occasionally bursting into laughter as a funny thought crosses your minds... of course, you've got more funny thoughts to go around, you're sitting in a ridiculous cartoon room getting high with a guy in a horse costume.\n\nAs you're about halfway through the second oversized joint, Harry looks over you, big head lolling back and forth a bit. "Heeeey, like, duuude... do you got, like, a stoner boner goin' on, an' junk...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yyyyyup.|HaroldHorse1x2]]\n\n[[Nnnnnope.|HaroldHorse3x1]]

"Well, I mean... if that's how you'd like to start showing your gratitude, Screamer, I guess it's up to you," you note, feeling your own cock start to stiffen in anticipation.\n\n"I have spent quite a long time observing sexual activities and the mortal obsession with them," Screamer muses aloud as Thak starts undoing his armor, pulling it off quickly enough and tossing it aside, leaving himself in nothing but that red undergarment, the side ties of which are starting to come undone as his cock strains at the material, the crimson cloth still hugging obviously heavy balls underneath. "Very well, I believe this will be an interesting start to my new life. As this room lacks adequate furniture, I think the most comfortable thing to do if we wish to get to it without delay is for you to get on your knees, Thak, and for me to get on all fours in front of you."\n\n"Works for me, whichever end y'wanna point towards me," Thak grunts as he reaches down and pulls off the cloth, his long, dark green cock springing free. It's every bit as long and thick as various bits of fantasy porn have led you to believe orcs would have, the heavy, almost leathery green sack below it virtually jiggling as the shaft sways with his movements as the orc settles onto his knees with a thud. Screamer somewhat more elegantly settles to her own knees and leans forward onto one hand, the other coming up to stroke at Thak's length lightly.\n\n"Very interesting," the newly-incarnated elf girl muses aloud as the orc gives a low moan, tilting her head back and forth to observe more closely as a drop of pre beads at the tip. She leans forward and licks the droplet off, then presses her mouth to the side of the shaft just under the head, obviously swirling her tongue around from the noises Thak makes in response. Screamer raises her head again after a moment, returning to stroking Thak lightly. "Feeling things, tasting things, both of these are very interesting, but it adds another fascinating layer that you're feeling and tasting another living creature, and hearing such responses from them."\n\nYou do your best to keep watching the two as you undress yourself, quickly getting out of your boots, bits of armor, and jacket before peeling off your shirt. Screamer still seems incredibly nonchalant about sucking an orc's cock mere minutes after coming to life for the first time, sliding her mouth over the tip and starting to bob her head lightly, deep blue eyes rolled up to watch his face as she slips more and more of it into her mouth. From your position you have a fantastic view of her body, including her perky tits jutting out below her, her pert ass raised in the air and wiggling a bit as she shifts a bit in place, flawless pale pucker visible above the soft pink of her hairless slit. \n\nKicking aside your pants, you stroke at your cock lightly as you take in the scene again, eyes trailing up Screamer's new body to where she's still slowly working her way down that fat, throbbing dark green shaft, those heavy balls hanging down below the base of it between Thak's thick thighs. You have absolutely got to get a taste of...\n\n<hr>\n[[... that pussy.|EricMF]]\n\n[[... that cock.|EricMF]]

If nothing else, that skeleton's the one that's the most laid out straight, and thus the one you're almost certain is entirely complete. Picking up Screamer you walk over and crouch down, gently lifting the skull away and doing your best to be mildly respectful about setting it aside, before placing Screamer down where it was.\n\nAlmost instantly the bones start to shudder, then draw in together, clicking into place and actually forming a proper skeleton-shaped skeleton rather than a vaguely skeleton-silhouette pile of bones. You can't help but scramble back in a bit of fright as the skull turns and the whole thing sits up, the nearby pile of valuables bursting into silver flames and rapidly being consumed, prompting a groan from Thak. You watch as the skeleton slowly gets to its feet, surprised to see little stretches of what you think are flesh starting to surround the bones as they pale and become less weathered-looking. The process seems to be going quite rapidly now, more and more flesh growing outward from the bones as they shift and move in place as if working soreness out of muscles that haven't even finished growing in yet. Making a face as visible pulsing organs take form, you glance away for a moment. By the time you look back, the body is mostly glistening with red muscle and yellow fat deposits, but even those have skin rapidly covering them. Screamer's arms raise over its head, one hand resting on the other wrist as it... she... arches her back, stretching as skin finishes covering her pert B-cups, flat toned stomach, and slender hips. She does a twist-and-turn in place as if getting used to the new muscles, showing off a sleek, toned ass and long, lean legs, honey-colored hair sprouting from her bare scalp and quickly spilling down just past her shoulderblades, around the backswept, pointed ears she now sports.\n\n"Yes, this is quite adequate indeed," Screamer says, voice now feminine, albeit just a bit on the low and strong side for such, turning back to face the two of you and resting her hands on her bare hips. Her eyes are a deep, almost purple blue color, and she looks to be in her early twenties (or the elf equivalent), tall and with an athletic build. "This body was an archer, just beginning to learn the way of enchanting their arrows when firing. Of course with my retroactive centuries of experience and added magical power, I will be far more capable." She actually smiles at you, and your heart sort of skips a beat. Screamer is now... well, kind of handsome, but also really pretty.\n\n"Holy hell y'sure look capable to me," Thak rumbles, stepping fully forward and into the room for the first time and tucking the torch into a holder on the wall. Screamer turns towards him as he looks her up and down, rather blatantly leering at her naked form. "That is a nice piece of elf-flesh you've made for yerself, Screamer. Wouldn't mind you showin' some of that gratitude ya were mentioning earlier right here and now."\n\nThe 'gratitude' he means is fairly obvious, if for no other reason than for the swelling in the red undercloth the armor he's wearing apparently comes with. You notice that Screamer... actually doesn't seem particularly opposed, openly looking down at the bulge with something that could best be described as 'thoughtful curiosity'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Encourage Screamer's 'show of gratitude'.|EricMF2x13]]\n\n[[Discourage it, for purely practical reasons.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Discourage it, Screamer deserves better.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Discourage it, Screamer deserves you!|EricMF]]

"Hey, Screamer, do you know what sort of people lived here?" you ask the skull.\n\n"A now extinct race of elves," the skull replies smoothly.\n\nYou blink. Huh. Elves underground? Well, you guess that would explain the buildings not looking like they're compensating for something. Still, "Would you be okay with being one of those elves?"\n\n"Certainly that seems an agreeable proposition," Screamer replies easily, prompting you to step into the room while Thak just rolls his eyes and hangs back. "Considering that I was originally crafted by them, and all of them possessed strong innate reserves of magic, I should be able to minimize both the cost of my resurrection spell and the time spent unfleshed."\n\nYou untie Screamer from your belt and set it on a nearby table, then rummage in your pouch of holding for your money. Proffering it, Screamer asserts it's not quite enough, leaving you to have to press Thak a bit to offer up any money or jewels he has on him. The orc eventually agrees, albeit only with quite a bit of grumbling and muttering, whereupon Screamer agrees it's enough. That accomplished, you look around at the trio of skeletons. Obviously you need to pick one... is one pretty much the same as the others? Well they look that way without anything on them, obviously. But it might make a difference when Screamer finishes incarnating. One of them seems to be still faintly clad in scraps of dry, brittle, rotted-away leather. Another is laying stretched out next to a long, apparently warped and mildewed piece of wood. The third has its fingerbones and skull resting atop a thick book, as if having been using it for a pillow.\n\nWell, for whatever reason, you've gotta take away one skull and replace it with Screamer's.\n\n<hr>\n[[The one that was wearing leather.|EricMF]]\n\n[[The one with the wood thing.|EricMF2x12]]\n\n[[The one with the book.|EricMF]]

"Alright, let me start by asking you one simple question," you start, holding up a finger. "When you came to these ruins as a part of a big badass group of orc warriors, did you see your role as 'cellar guard'?"\n\nThat seems to have struck paydirt almost instantly. The big orc actually <i>winces</i> slightly, his lantern-jawed face grimacing and lips pulling away from his short tusks a bit. He briefly looks like he might be getting angry instead, narrowing his eyes and growling... before letting out a heavy huff. "Naw, and that's 'bout the size of it, isn't it? Figured when we came out to this new land, it'd be endless opportunity fer the lads like m'self to start makin' a name fer ourselves. Instead Big Poppa only trusts other aleguts like 'imself, an' seems like he's determined to leave th' younger ones hangin' around doin' nothin' 'til we've got enough fat on our asses and grey in our hair for 'is tastes. Which speakin' of which, s'even worse, he goes an' exiles all the women! The ol' campaigners might be used ta makin' do poundin' each other, but I'm dissatisfied as hell an' I won't lie 'bout it, pinky."\n\n"Okay, so, let me offer this. Instead of attacking me, you come <i>with</i> me," you urge, making a little 'c'mon' gesture with both hands. "You can join up with me and we can go get some loot, have some real adventures. I mean, you might need to tone some stuff down to get by in civilization out there when we pass through it..." You don't know, but you're assuming, and he doesn't seem inclined to correct you. "But doesn't that sound better than standing guard duty until you've got grey in your hair?"\n\nThe orc shifts a little in place. "So. Ditch my post, head into the labyrinths with you, loot stuff to keep for myself instead of sharing with the tribe, and then go gallavantin' off on adventures with a pinky, includin' fartin' around in human civilization on occasion?"\n\n"I mean, if it doesn't sound good..."\n\n"No I'm just makin' sure I got the offer right." The orc turns and makes his way over to the torch shoved into a crack in the wall and yanks it out. "Name's Thak, pinky, an' we'll wanna take this passage here. The rougher one's fulla real dangerous critters like you've never even seen before, the nice one's fulla traps turn ya into a fine powder. This middle one seems ta lead towards some sorta underground city, we ain't been able to explore much of it yet since Big Poppa's focused on the easier shit up top."\n\n"I'm Eric," you introduce yourself with a grin as you move to follow after Thak as he heads down the center pathway.\n\n"'Kay, pinky."\n\nAs you head down the passage, Thak tells you a little bit about himself. Apparently in the lands he came from, things got too crowded with orcs, so it was decided that a new tribe would be formed made up of only healthy orcs of a mix of ages suitable to making a long trek and then possibly fighting enough battles and living through enough hard times to secure a foothold in a new land. Thus the new tribe had set out for a faraway land and what they'd heard rumored as the 'Rhongo Ruins', a place full of gear and weaponry. Led by a mated pair of Big Poppa and Big Momma, they'd successfully made the journey with only a few losses, and actually found the Rhongo Ruins and even had a fairly early find of a cache of armor and weapons. Unfortunately after that, Big Poppa and Big Momma fell out, and the female orcs were driven out of the ruins, stripped of everything they owned.\n\n"Frankly why I don't give much of a flip about turnin' and fartin' as I leave," Thak grunts as he continues. "If Big Poppa's gonna show dishonor ta all the womenfolk, I ain't seein' much reason ta hold honor ta him."\n\nAfter that you take your turn, albeit leaving out the bit about coming from another world. Instead you speak in broad terms of leaving a bad situation at home, finding a decent sword, and setting out adventuring. You describe your encounter with the bandits and discovery of the map, and your own similar decision to head to the ruins to see if there was anything of value you could find. After a brief hesitation, you tell him about your discovery of and deal with Screamer, which to your relief just makes the big orc chortle in amusement instead of getting offended at the subversion of his tribe's defense systems.\n\n"So you'll reward us both if'n we find ya a decent pile-a bones to hop onto, eh, Screamer?" Thak asks with a glance down at your belt.\n\n"Correct," the magic item replies with a clack of teeth. "In a manner as I see fit, obviously."\n\n"Obviously," Thak grunts. \n\nEventually the two (three?) of you emerge into a much larger cavern. You're rather surprised by the sight ahead of you... you'd have expected towering, dark buildings or craggy, built-into-the-walls near-caves from the term 'underground city'. These buildings are surprisingly sleek and beautiful in their design, with many of them still showing delicate filagree stonework and elaborate carved murals on their walls. Some of them show the same signs of wear as the city above... stones that have slid out of place over time, dampness grime here and there, even one or two minor collapses, but overall it's in far better shape than the aboveground city, presumably from having been protected from the elements. There are even street lamps, some still shining faintly with silver, others black with tarnish or perhaps even soot, but the majority of them still have pale orbs of light floating in them, dimly illuminating the streets with a faintly ghostlike blue-tinted luminescence.\n\n"This's about as far as any of us have gone," Thak announces. "Might be wise to head inta the city and find somewhere ta bunk down fer awhile. Give the aleguts up there time to find I'm gone an' just assume I ran off while searchin' fer their imaginary elf," he adds.\n\n"Screamer, are there any dangers down here?" you ask quietly, glancing down.\n\n"There are goblins here and there in this part of the labyrinth," the skull replies evenly. "But unless you make any particularly loud noise or they simply happen to find you and alert more, they're unlikely to be a problem."\n\nYou nod, but keep cautious as your small party makes its way down the smoothed-stone streets. Here and there you and Thak duck into buildings, especially ones that look like they used to be shops, looting bits of jewelry or small useful items that have gone missed through other, previous delves. You find something very like a multi-tool from back home, albeit fully made of a light silvery metal and with far more intricate engravings and more elaborately-designed tools in it than the ones you've ever seen. Eventually you've moved some distance into the city, and Thak points out a multi-story building that looks like what you'd identify as an apartment complex as a likely place to spend the night. You move through the quiet, dark common area below and up the stairs, rising several stories and then moving in towards the center of the building where the torchlight will be harder to see. Thak opens one door and gives out a snort. "Oh, sorry t'disturb ya when yer havin' a party."\n\nYou glance into the room and notice what Thak means... there are three skeletons all together in the fairly small place. Their clothing has mostly rotted away, leaving them largely as piles of bones with scraps here and there around them. It's not the first time you've seen skeletons while looking through the city... it's obviously some people either died suddenly or just sort of laid about wasting away for whatever reason... but these are the first ones that have been largely complete and in place, since the others look to have either been shaken down by other looters, or perhaps torn up or kicked apart by animals or goblins. \n\n<hr>\n[[Grisly.|EricMF]]\n\n[[... but convenient.|EricMF2x11]]

Akane's jaw drops, and for a moment she seems too stunned to even be angry. "... What?" Then she yelps as you grab her arm and shove her through the doorway into her room, slamming the door closed behind you before shoving her to her knees. Her eyes go wide as you shove down the front of your pants, letting your mostly-hard ten inch cock flop free. "Ranma, what are you HGLCK!" This last, of course, is as you take advantage of her open mouth to shove your cock in, forcing the stiffening length down her throat and past her gag reflex before she even knows what's happening. Her hands come up to grab your hips, but she seems helpless to resist any other way as you grab two fistfuls of her hair and start fucking her mouth hard and fast, your balls slapping against her chin.\n\n"Mm, that's what I thought, you definitely sound a lot better with my dick down your throat than being a fucking bitch," you half-growl in pleasure, smirking down at her as she rolls her eyes up to look at you pleadingly. Of course the only thing you give her is more throat-fucking in response, raping her throat mercilessly as she squirms on her knees in front of you. "What? Got something to say?" you add mockingly, giving her cheek a little slap with one hand before yanking your cock out, rubbing the spit-dripping length along her face.\n\n"Ranma, please-" she starts to beg hoarsely, before quagging again as you force your prick back between her lips up to the root, her throat bulging out visibly with your length.\n\n"Please rape your whore throat some more? Glad to." Snickering, you give her cheek another light slap while resuming fucking her face, watching churned-up spit dribble down her chin and drip down onto her tits, soaking into the fabric of her shirt. "Listening to you choke on dick is so much better than listening to you... well, do anything fucking else at all," you add, watching her face flush with anger and humiliation, as well as being short on oxygen from having your prick all the way down her throat so much.\n\nAfter another minute or two of pounding her throat, you pull out, slapping your saliva-shined cock on her face a few times, spit-bubbles popping as they hit her forehead. "Stick out your tongue, cunt," you order, giving her cheek another bit of a slap when she hesitates. "I said stick out your fucking tongue so it feels better when I rape your mouth, slut." After another second's hesitation, the fiery tsundere meekly pokes out her tongue, letting you rub your cockhead over it before shoving back between her lips. "That's right, make sure you're licking my cock while I use your throat, you worthless whore," you coo. "Yeah, I like this a lot better than you fucking beating me all the time, calling me names, trying to tell me I'm worthless, I definitely like you on your fucking knees with my dick in your throat a lot better, you bitch."\n\nSome dark streaks of run mascara are left on Akane's cheeks over the next few moments you continue to use her mouth-pussy rough and fast, until finally you grab her hair and yank her forward, holding her down on your cock as you use her throat as a cum dump. She starts to squirm harder at the feel of your pulsing, throbbing cock blocking her airway for so long, her body trembling as her eyes roll up in her head and more mascara streaks run down her cheeks. Finally, though, you pull out, letting your cum and spit streaked cock rub along her face as you haul her panting, gasping mouth up against your balls. After a few seconds, she begins giving them a few little licks, as if signaling the beginning of her true defeat.\n\nMm, you kind of like the idea of having cracked her spirit, if not broken it quite yet. So maybe your next move should be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... make her love it.|MRanX]]\n\n[[... shatter her spirit, crush it, grind it into a fine powder.|MRanX1x2]]

Yeah, the job's not done until you've taken everything from her, you decide. You glance around, then smirk as you notice a pair of Akane's panties tossed aside. Wasn't she just bitching at you about leaving clothes laying around? That's a chance for an ironic punishment if you ever saw one. Snatching the panties up, you wad them into a fairly tight but largeish ball (luckily, Akane is a bit on the granny panties side of fashion) and step forward, leaning to shove them deep into her open mouth. Akane twitches and starts to move a bit again as you push your cock into her mouth, slowly pushing it in again, the short-haired girl stirring and wiggling a bit as you push about half your length down her throat before pulling out, leaving a slight bulge where the panties are lodged.\n\nYou flip Akane over and swing her around again, putting her back into position with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, then twist her arms behind her back and pin them in place. She jerks and gives a muffled cry as you shove back into her fucked and abused ass, then starts actually bucking and twisting as she realizes her throat is still blocked off. You can feel her ass squeezing tighter around you as she begins to panic, her legs trying to kick out at you or get purchase on the floor, mostly thwarted by how hard you're pounding her against the mattress with her thrusts. She tosses her head and makes some pleading noises, more animal than human with that deep gag in place. Her futile thrashing and twisting grows to a near-frenzy, her ass squeezing around your cock and her eyes rolling up in her head. Then her struggles gradually grow more feeble, making you pick up your thrusts as her movements falter. Finally as you can feel her giving a long shudder, you groan out, "Fuck, what a great cumdump", making sure the last thing she feels is your load filling her ass again.\n\nYou pull your cock out and lean around, taking a glance at Akane's slack face and her eyes fixed and staring at nothing. Grinning, you give her body's ass a light slap again, before finally sliding your cock into the corpse's pussy. May as well take her virginity now that she's not using it anymore. It's pretty much completely slack, of course, nothing but the hole's virginal tightness to speak of, but you do rather enjoy the way fucking it makes her body flop around limply, empty eyes staring at nothing and face completely unchanging as you use her pussy like the lifeless piece of meat it is.\n\nYou eventually finish off inside her (not like you need to worry there), pulling out and looking down at her thoughtfully. Well, deed's done. Between Ranma's suppressed frustration with her and your knowledge this is all a simulation, you can't exactly feel too bad. Question is, what to do now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of the body and go on with life.|MRanX]]\n\n[[Do the same to her sisters.|MRanX]]\n\n[[Do the same to your fiancees.|MRanX]]

Smirking, you haul on Akane's hair, making her give a hoarse yelp as she's pulled up and then half-tossed half-shoved forward to bend over the side of her bed. You grab the back of her shorts and yank down, her ass wobbling as it's abruptly freed of the tight confines. You yank a few more times to get the shorts completely off of her legs, then snort. "Your fucking pussy's wet, you stupid whore," you half-growl, giving her a slap right on said bare, smooth pussy and making her yelp, hips bucking, back pressing against your hand as you hold her down.\n\n"Ranma, please, don't, please, thaAAAAAmmf!" Her cry of surprise and shock as you shove inside her is muffled as you shove her face against the mattress, as is her followup whimpering of, "That's my ass! That's my ass!" \n\n"When you use a piece of fuckmeat you wanna use the tightest hole, obviously," you reply in a mock-reasonable tone before snickering, starting to thrust hard, your hips impacting her buttcheeks and your balls slapping against her virgin pussy. "Your holes are just there for me to use, why bother with a looser one until I've used this one up, huh? Huh?" you add as if demanding an answer, spanking a hand against her ass to hasten its pinkening from the strikes of your hips.\n\n"R-Ranma," Akane whimpers, her eyes rolling up some as you rape her tight holeand continue to abuse her, her body shuddering and writhing where you've got her pinned. \n\nYou smirk as you let hundreds of times she's hit you with heavy objects, punched you out for trying to help or rescue her, called you a pervert for things completely out of your control, and generally been a complete bitch run through your mind as you slam ten inches of stiff prick into her unwilling ass and rock her against the bed. "Idiot," you sneer as you smack her ass with your hand between thrusts. "Pervert," you add with another, as well as feeling the wetness as your balls slap her pussy. "Jerk," you sing-song, right before grunting and pulling out, stroking yourself off and spilling long ropes of milky white all over her reddened asscheeks. \n\nYou take a moment to use your cock to smear the globs of cum across her rear and listen to her whimper, before you grab her and flip her over, then around, leaving her with her head hanging over the side of the bed. You grab her wrists, and she yet again opens her mouth to ask what you're doing, only for her eyes to widen as she realizes. Of course by then you're already shoving the cock that was just in her ass past her lips and down her throat again. You take a few moments to enjoy the more uninterrupted view of her throat bulging up with your cock while she bucks and thrashes on the bed, before you begin thrusting, using her mouth again just as roughly as you used her ass. Your balls slap against her face this time, smearing her own slut-shaming arousal on her face along with the spit and smeared mascara as you rape her throat again. \n\nAfter a few minutes you let go of her wrists, since at this point she seems helpless to do anything but grab your waist with them anyway. You grab her shirt and rip it open with both hands, spilling her tits free and leaving them to wobble atop her chest as you thrust. You give a few more yanks to tear the shirt the rest of the way off of her. "Well, I guess I shouldn't've called you flat all those times," you say in a mock-apologetic tone as you grab the big globes and start kneading them roughly, feeling Akane whimper and mewl around your cock as you squeeze them. "These are nice whorish tits alright, perfect for a fuck-animal like you," you continue, pinching her nipples hard and stretching them out, giving her tits a little shake before releasing them, then starting to spank them like you did her ass. \n\nYou feel yourself wanting to cum again, but you have a much better idea how to finish destroying her pride and confidence. You slow your thrusts into her throat, making them more gradual strokes in and out, letting Akane feel you in her throat for longer as you calm yourself down. Your cock even gets a little less hard as you focus, and finally pull out and back some. Gripping your shaft with one hand, you aim a stream of piss directly into Akane's mouth, making her splutter and gurgle. Most of it runs right back out and down her face, seeping into her hair and getting in her nose, but all of her panicked and humiliated gasping and spluttering does have her swallowing some. \n\nOnce you've emptied your bladder into Akane's mouth and on her face, you shift forward, almost straddling her neck before grabbing a fistful of her piss-soaked hair and yanking her head up. "Lick my ass, bitch, put that tongue to work doing something useful for a change," you growl as you force her face between your buttcheeks and grind back against her. A moment later you can feel her tongue feebly starting to lap at and swirl around your pucker. "You can do better than that," you snap, slapping her tits a few times and making her yelp against your asshole, the motions of her tongue quickly becoming more energetic and ardent. Any time she starts to slack off or slow, you deliver a few more rough slaps to her tits, and she's soon back to tonguing your asshole like an eager professional.\n\nYou keep her face held against your ass with one hand while slowly stroking your cock and occasionally spanking her tits with the other. You force her to tongue your asshole for a good fifteen minutes before finally letting yourself cum, moaning as you spurt long streamers of thick white cream all over her pink, stinging tits. When you straighten up and step back, you're treated to the view of Akane laying naked and mostly limp on the bed, abused tits gleaming pink and glazed in the sunlight, her head hanging down, hair hanging bedraggled and soaked with piss, her damp, flushed face slack as her mouth hangs open with her tongue still stuck out, her eyes glassy to show how completely dazed and out of it she is.\n\nHm. Looks like you've pretty much taken her pride, her dignity, and her spirit. Now to take-\n\n<hr>\n[[-her life.|MRanX1x3]]\n\n[[-revenge on the others who have wronged you.|MRanX]]

... C'mon, you're a teenage mage with the opportunity to turn his insanely hot teacher into an eager love slave. Like you're really not going to take that opportunity?\n\nThe potion actually takes a few days to complete, and you do have to snitch a couple of ingredients from your mom's cabinets. You're pretty sure she suspects, but if she does she isn't calling you on it so far.\n\nEventually the potion is done. You decide to wait until the second homeroom period of the day... this one's potent, you don't want to risk her doing something to give you away while you're not around if you messed it up. Besides, it's much easier to get your teacher in the period before to let you out a little early than it is to try and sneak into school earlier. You dart through the halls just ahead of the class change, getting there just as the rest of the class before has filtered out... Miss Lancer following shortly after. Yes! You duck inside and pour the little vial of fluid into her mug, rolling it around so that it largely vanishes. Good... this stuff is strong enough that even if she washes it out first, enough should still be left for the effect to take hold.\n\nYou quickly hurry to your desk to sit, other students that trickle in doing the same. When Miss Lancer returns she purses her lips, obviously trying to figure out some way to scold students for getting there ahead of her and sitting down, but apparently not coming up with one as she instead heads back to her desk. The first part of class is as usual... her lecturing at length, seemingly trying to make it as boring as possible so that she can catch anyone out on not paying attention. Your heart lifts, however, as you see her pick up her mug around the middle of class and head into the back room, emerging with the cup steaming.\n\nThe change is fairly obvious once she's finished the cup. When she resumes her lecture she seems distracted, her voice a bit breathy... and her eyes keep wandering towards you, and she slows down and lingers in your presence. You're a little worried that the absolutely adoring look on her face whenever she looks at you or the way her voice starts lilting will tip others off, but it's more in the back of your mind because holy crap it worked!\n\nFor the first time ever, rather than either making you wait until the bell to start putting up or snapping 'The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you!', she tells the class "Alright, you can go ahead and start packing up," well ahead of the bell. That causes some confused looks and trading of glances, but no one argues, cutting off their work and starting to put everything away. It's borderline shock-inducing when she adds "Go ahead and go" a full minute ahead of the bell, but no one argues, quickly filing out... except for you, of course, you head up to the front of the class and linger.\n\nMiss Lancer stands and moves in front of you, visibly squirming nervously and glancing over her shoulder as the other students file out. The door's barely closed behind the last when she flings herself on you, those huge tits pressing against your chest as she kisses you hungrily, her tongue diving into your mouth. Even you're pretty shocked by just how intense her reaction is, just standing there frozen for a second... before you start working your tongue against hers, and reach around to grab her big ass in that tight skirt. She moans into your mouth and wiggles her hips, and breaks the kiss eventually, panting, flushed, and just a little glassy-eyed.\n\n"Oh my darling, forgive me," she moans out. "I so desperately wanted to dismiss them earlier. Should I dismiss them earlier from now on? Should I quit so I can devote all my time to you? Just say the word, darling, I'll do whatever you say!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, quit and become my full-time love slave."|RunFF]]\n\n[["No, you did the right thing."|RunFF]]\n\n[["It's fine, let's fuck."|RunFF]]\n\n[["Call me 'Master', not 'Darling'!"|RunFF]]

Plucking the third key from its place, you blink as a positively antiquated, even by Earth standards, feminine-toned computer voice speaks from above.\n\n"You. Have. Selected. <b>Population Control.</b> Please. Proceed. Through. The. Door."\n\nThe panel beside the door starts blinking, so you walk over and slide the key into it, which apparently prompts the door to slide open. Inside issome sort of large area with a number of naked, mostly human women inside, either milling about or clustering into groups.\n\n"Hey! Yeah, over here!" a feminine but fairly low voice calls, a hand waving as your hand turns. "Yeah, over here, new meat!"\n\nFlushing a little, you turn and head towards the beckoning woman. She's wearing some sort of light power armor, which you're fairly sure increases her size... but only slightly. To judge by the bits of her that are shown, she's got a positively Amazonian build anyway, tall and fairly broad-shouldered. And her tits are... well, assuming that's not all armor, wow, they're easily half again the size of her head. She towers over you as you approach, her skin a dark brown color, shortish, rumpled hair platinum blonde, her eyes amber-colored. She actually seems even bigger up close... she's got to be over seven feet tall! She smirks at your stare, then just thumbs to the smallish cluster of other naked women behind her.\n\nA few minutes later, the black-haired, tattooed woman you talked with earlier enters, and your apparent new boss beckons to her too. You collect another, rather scrawny woman with green hair and a virtually flat chest before the armored woman gestures and starts leading you down a hallway.\n\n"Alright, Fuckmeat, welcome to Population Control," she declares in a satisfied-sounding tone. "Since I'm guessing none of you knows, you've just fucking signed up to pacify Hell for our Raptarran masters."\n\n"What?!" several people either yelp, squeak, or shriek in near-unison. You're pretty sure you're one of them.\n\n"Oh yeah. See, the Raptarrans apparently found Hell, and they wanna make use of it. Our job here in Population Control is to make that easier by taking out demons. To that end we are the best armed and best armored division there is in the entire Hell Corps," she continues as she leads you into a room lined with some sort of chairs that look like they have mobile frames. "All of you siddown and get ready for your fuckin' upgrade."\n\nSome glances are exchanged, but no one wants to argue with the giant woman in power armor. Everyone makes their way to an open chair... and again there are various yelps and yips of surprise as restraints pop out and snap around wrists and ankles, and all of you are pulled spread-eagled. You can feel an electric charge starting to pass through your body, making you twitch and shudder and writhe... but more, you can feel your body starting to change. Your muscles bulge and tighten, your whole body gradually growing larger as it gets more toned, your previously trim and perky tits swelling outward and taking on a fuller, rounder weight, your ass rounding out and even your pussy plumping up and growing larger outwardly. You can feel changes going on inside you as well, the thump of your heart in your ears getting louder, your lungs drawing in deeper, more powerful breaths.\n\nApparently undeterred by the fact that her audience is bucking, writhing, transforming, and from the sounds of it in a few cases cumming, the blonde continues. "I'm your commander, Breaker. Each of you will be issued a randomly-assigned codename instead of that dumbass number on your face... just one of those fun benefits of being in PopCon instead of those other shitty Hell Corps divisions. You will spend the next year tracking and destroying demons... either literally or sexually, or both," she adds with a smirk. "The bosses like it when you put on a show, and when the bosses are happy, you get rewarded. Time off your tour, bonus benefits, all sortsa fun stuff... that is, if you don't think raping demons is fun on its own."\n\nShe pauses as the process finishes, and people begin standing up from the retracted chairs. You stare around at a roomful of, well, Amazons... everyone seems at least six and a half feet tall, muscular, with toned, defined abs and sleek, attractive muscle, as well as breasts of various levels of 'large' to 'huge'. Including you. You can't help but flex your arms a few times and look down at yourself admiringly... it might not be your body, or even the right sex, but damn if you don't look like a sexy powerhouse.\n\n"We're also one of the only divisions that's actually expected to survive on the regular," Breaker continues in a smug tone, turning and beckoning for her new Amazon brigade to follow. "To that end you've been given a certain amount of control over the nanites that were injected to you when you came down the hall... you heal up better, perform better, and can even do some shapeshifting. You'll figure it out as you go," she adds as she leads the way into another room, this one lined with frames that hold opened-up sets of power armor like hers. "Alright, everyone get into your armor. I'll be grouping you up into teams, and we'll be heading right out. No rest for the wicked!"\n\nYou exchange a brief glance with the black-haired woman, before both of you shrug your newly powerful shoulders and walk over to a set of the open power armor. (She's still taller and better-endowed than you, but not by nearly as much anymore.) You watch as she turns and steps backward into the suit, aligning her arms and legs with it, and mmfing a bit as it closes up around her, fitting itself around her broad hips and huge tits, a panel on the chest glowing and skittering as white letters appear on it, matching the much more natural computer voice that announces, "<i>Codename: Minotaur.</i>"\n\n"Fuck, not bad," 'Minotaur' declares, smirking and flexing her hands and swinging her arms a bit as she steps out of the support frame.\n\nWell. Seems... actually seems fucking cool, despite the weirdness of the rest of it. You turn and step back as well, mmfing softly yourself as the armor slides over your naked body, feeling as much like a somewhat rough, insistent caress as it hugs itself into place on your body, lifting and supporting your newly enhanced tits and snugging around your waist, gripping your ass and cupping your pussy as it sheathes your body in metal from the waist down. "<i>Codename: Doubletap,</i>" the suit's computer voice announces.\n\n"Shit, here I thought this was gonna suck, with this we might actually fuckin' survive this," Minotaur tells you with a smirk. You can't help but grin and nod, since you're starting to feel the same.\n\n"Arright! Minotaur! Doubletap! Dragonscale! Over here!" you hear Breaker call.\n\nYou and Minotaur make your way over to the far end of the room, along with the green-haired girl you saw earlier... well, she's definitely not scrawny anymore, now being as tall and muscular as the rest of you. Of course Breaker still looms over the rest of you by at least half a foot, and she smirks briefly as if enjoying the realization that as big and bad as you've apparently become, she's still bigger and badder. She turns and leads the way into what's obviously an armory, half of it dedicated to big black guns, the other dedicated to big black blades (and other such weapons). "Alright, you three, I like the look of ya so I'm makin' you my new squad. Don't disappoint me, fuckmeat, I don't handle disappointment well. Grab yourself a ranged option and a melee option and let's deploy."\n\n"So how long you got left on your tour, boss?" Minotaur asks as she heads over to the melee side, while you and Dragonscale head for the guns.\n\n"Me?" Breaker snorts loudly. "Shit, I've been doing this four fucking years, fuckmeat." At your surprised glances, she lets out a bark of laughter. "Don't look so surprised! There's nothing like the adrenaline rush of cutting the head off a demon dragon the size of a building... or of having a succubus's pussy quiver around your dick as you rape her to her tenth forced orgasm. I get to fucking bully demons for a job, you think I'd give that up to go back to being a data entry clerk in the civilized systems?" She chuckles lowly again. "When I suck Raptarran dick, I do it with <i>gratitude</i>. I wouldn't do anything else! Well... you'll see. Make it to the end of your tours, you may be getting down on your knees and sticking out your tongue to ask to stay too."\n\nYou and Dragonscale exchange a dubious look, though Minotaur seems more thoughtful than that. Soon she's loaded up with a large, even collapsed-down, metal axe and a heavy sort of blaster gatling gun, while you've selected a large pair of blasters and a pair of katana-like swords, Dragonscale hefting down a sniper rifle and something like a rapier... come to think of it, she does still seem the most slender of the four of you, even with new muscles and power armor, she's probably thinking she'd rather let the three of you do the close-quarters stuff.\n\n"Alright, kiddos, here's how it goes," Breaker says as she leads the way out of the armory and down a hall towards a swirling, flaming portal. "We go through, we start looking for demons to kill, rape, or capture. You follow my orders and do what I say... only other person that can give you orders is the bosses, and they'll do that through the HUD your nanites can put up." She stops and hits a control, a solid-looking helmet sliding up out of the neck of the armor and settling into place, completely covering her head and face. Her voice comes out electronically altered as she says, "We're out there on our own for seven days, then we get recalled for a day of R&R. The day off doesn't count towards your total. Now g'wan!"\n\nThe three of you exchange a glance, then put up your own helmets. At least the inside doesn't feel quite as claustrophobic as the other one, since the interior is apparently covered entirely in video panels that mostly give you a full range of vision, though you can still feel it enclosing you. The three of you precede your new commander through the portal, with you fighting not to wince as you step into the apparent fire. You step out onto a sandy red plain, with nothing but some rolling hills in the middle distance and some mountains further off. You turn as Breaker steps out of midair and strides forward, her helmet turning back and forth as she surveys the area.\n\n"Hm. No readings anywhere nearby," she says after a moment. "Means we're walking. C'mon, fuckmeat, there's demons to fuck up!" she adds before turning and marching off in an apparently random direction. \n\nThe other three of you fall in behind her, though trailing a bit. Gradually, Minotaur edges up to you and leans her head in, whispering, "Hey. Let's jump her."\n\n"Huh?" you reply, honestly taken off guard as you look over.\n\n"She's loyal to those fuckers, right? She'd probably as soon feed us to the fucking demons as she would save us, we oughtta jump her and then light out on our own."\n\n"No!" Dragonscale hisses, actually speaking for the first time, and almost seeming to have startled herself by doing the same. She shoots a glance towards Breaker, that you can tell is worried and/or guilty even through the helmet, before she whispers, "She could probably take all three of us apart, just look at her, that's someone that's survived doing this for four years, and she's not even carrying a <i>weapon</i>! We just... need to keep our heads down, follow orders, and do what she says until we can get through this."\n\n<hr>\n[[Support Minotaur.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Support Dragonscale.|CyHell]]\n\n[[Try to get them both to look on the positive side.|CyHell]]

Let's see what sort of game this is. You tap the selection for the main campaign, and see a pair of windows pop up. Each one has an image with a character in it... surprisingly, both the characters look a bit like you! Real-you, that is, not the current you. They even have a version of your first name on them, which is a little weird, but then this is some strange VR sim game, you guess it's easier for it to tailor itself to the player. On one side is an image of a guy wearing a rather neat, slightly militaristic uniform... a bit more like what Cloud wore in that 'Advent Children' movie than the original game, you're pretty sure. He does have the bigass Buster Sword sheathed at his back though, and looks a bit taller and more buff than you.\n\n[[Eric Clash|FF7MStart]] - Former member of SOLDIER, current member of resistance group AVALANCHE. Eric was convinced to join by a combination of Tifa's good-hearted nature and Cloud's presence as another strong fighter. Eric's physical stats are top-notch, and while his mental stats are above average they're nothing to brag about. He starts play with a powerful weapon and a good relationship with several AVALANCHE members.\n\nHm, interesting. On the other side, there's the female figure. She's dressed kind of the same... except her coat thing forms a sort of long loincloth in front and is swept back further in back, leaving her tights-clad legs bare. And she does seem pretty darn stacked, too. Like maybe as much as Tifa. Figures that the girl character would be more fanservicey. She's also holding a long metal staff instead of a sword.\n\n[[Erica Clash|FF7FStart]] - Former member of SOLDIER subgroup MAGE, current member of resistance group AVALANCHE. Erica was subjected to experiments with the SOLDIER mako shower process intended to turn her into a pseudo-agent; as such she has strange and untapped abilities, and some limited shapeshifting due to magic more strongly infusing her body. Her spellcasting stats are extremely high, though her physical stats aren't much above the average person's unless temporarily boosted. Erica approached AVALANCHE after her escape from the experimentation facility, and has yet to earn their trust. She starts play with a simple weapon, and several leveled materia already equipped.

What's with that name? ... Oh, it's gotta be one of those "isekai" type things that's super popular right now, huh? Well, it's got "overpowered protagonist" right there in the title, so chances of it being a decent place to seek refuge are pretty high. After all, if you've gotta basically live in one of these sims until (or unless) you can figure out a way to get out of here and back to the real world, probably better to choose one where you're an overpowered protagonist, right?\n\nSelecting the option, you suddenly find yourself in a room with three figures in it. There's a floating text box in front of you reading 'Hello! Welcome to ReInOtWoAAOP-SRGR (a very reasonable and sensible abbreviation everyone can remember). You will play as yourself, an average nobody of absolutely no importance or consequence (because that's who we assume you are) who will be reincarnated into a new world as one of three Overpowered Protagonists™! Please select your protagonist as befits your tastes, preferences, and playstyle.'\n\nOkay, easy enough. So, you take a moment to go around to the figures and take a look at them. They're full renders, seemingly realistic people, so you can see all the various... well, features and traits right there, as well as what their text boxes say. You guess you select one just by touching them.\n\n[[<img src="images/OpProtagMale.jpg">|IseSimMStart]]\n\nThe first figure is a fairly typical looking, handsome guy who looks in his late teens or maybe early twenties, tousled brown hair and good-looking face, wearing a fairly simple outfit of a white and red vest over a long-sleeved black shirt, black slacks and boots, and a fairly sizeable sword in a sheath at his side. The text reads, 'Become the overpowered male protagonist! Wielding the magical blade OPcalibur, the male protagonist receives a massive boost to his stats, an impressive spell list of both attack and alteration/control spells, and a robust Party/Harem System that allows him to share benefits with anyone he adds to his party/harem. Choose the male protagonist if you wish to be famous, infamous, or in general a bit of a predator!'\n\n[[<img src="images/OpProtagFemale.png">|IseSimFStart]]\n\nThe second figure is a woman with long white hair, part of it done in a braid that hangs over her shoulder, a white witch hat plopped atop her head. Her eyes are purple, her boobs big but not particularly huge, her waist trim, her hips round, that whole deal. She's wearing a fairly skimpy little tight one-piece white outfit with a boob window and long baggy black sleeves attached, knee-high white boots, and is holding a white wooden staff with a purple crystal wound into the top that matches the purple of her eyes. 'Become the overpowered female protagonist! Wielding the magical staff OPlorien, the female protagonist receives a massive boost to her stamina, durability, and Hit Points! Her spell list is focused on attack, utility, and control spells, though many of the latter have special requirements and components. She can also brew potions and craft items. She has access to the party system, but also the Healslave System which allows her to tether herself to someone as her Master and benefit them more than herself. Virtually unkillable, choose the female protagonist if you wish to be overpowered in more ways than one, and in general survive being prey!'\n\n[[<img src="images/OpProtagFuta.png">|IseSimHStart]]\n\nThe third figure makes you think for a moment that there must be two female protagonists... this one looks like she might be more 'MILF' age, her hair shortish and silvery, though her light brown skin is perfectly smooth and her yellow eyes clear behind the spectacles perched on her nose. She's wearing some sort of monk-like outfit of a black garment with long, wide sleeves and two long flaps that come down in front and back, flaring up with the stylish martial arts pose she's making and... oh. When you move to the side, you spot the difference, blushing a bit at the hefty cock dangling just out of sight beneath the front flap if you don't look at her just right. 'Become the overpowered futanari protagonist! The futa protag requires no items, all of her vast, varied array of spells and extreme physical abilities are baked right in! She not only has access to the Harem/Party System, but the Enslavement System, able to dominate other characters and turn them into her obedient minions! Spells, crafting, martial prowess, she has it all! Choose the futanari protagonist if you... look, let's face it, choose the futanari protagonist because you want to be a lewd, rapacious, fully god-mode porn protag.'

Okay, okay, don't panic, you tell yourself as you try to control your breathing, though you can't seem to do much for your thrashing tail.\n\n"Ohhh? Not going to flee in terror?" the woman says smugly, resting her hands on her hips as she looks down at you. "Maybe you want to beg me to change you back? Well, too bad, I-"\n\n"What in the world is all the ruckus up here?" Hazel asks as she returns from the back forty of the shop, a large book tucked under her arm, relief flooding you at the sight of your mother. "Gabriella, what are you yelling abou-" She cuts herself off as she catches sight of the cat standing there staring up at her... and her eyes flick to your empty clothes on the floor. She must instantly put it together, because she suddenly wheels on the other woman and begins thwacking her about the head and shoulders with the book. "You! Idiot! You! Absolute! Knob!"\n\n"Ow! Ow, hey, stop, Hazel, what is it?!"\n\n"That's! My! Son! You! Turned my! Son! Into! A cat!"\n\n"Erk, oof, ow, I didn't know! I didn't know!" Gabriella yelps, trying in vain to shield herself with her arms as you watch, unable to help feeling rather smug. "He was standing there unattended!"\n\n"I'll leave! Your BODY! Unattended! By your HEAD! If you! Don't give me! The spell! You used!"\n\nSoon you and your mother are in her workshop at home, you sitting on a table and wiggling nervously as she flips through the book Gabriella gave her. She doesn't look terribly happy, which in turn is making you concerned. "Unfortunately that twit has made a rather powerful spell with this," she finally says with a sigh, looking at you sorrowfully. "I'm afraid, dear, that it's not quite so simple as just working a spell and undoing it completely."\n\n"Y-you're saying I'll be a cat forever?!" you yowl plaintively. At least once you calmed down some, Hazel was able to urge you into being able to talk again.\n\n"No, no dear, certainly we won't just leave you that way," she soothes, gesturing for you to calm down with both hands. Then, seemingly without thinking, she reaches out to start stroking a hand down your back... which does, you admit, feel pretty good. Which is probably why you start purring. "What I'm saying is that we're probably either going to have to accept some limitations of what we can do."\n\n"How do you mean...?"\n\n"Well, I can undo most of the spell, but not the whole thing," she says slowly. "So I'm fairly certain that I could get you all the way... well, at least, almost all the way... back to human right away. ... But in that case you'd probably stay female like you are now."\n\n"What?! I'd be a girl?!"\n\n"Yes, but it's not as if that would be the end of the world darling! And if you really didn't like it I'm sure with some more work we could get you the rest of the way back, in maybe just a year or so," Hazel adds, smiling sheepishly. "The other option is... well, you wouldn't be able to go back to taking human form for some time, but we could get you back to maleness immediately. That would be, I could make you my familiar."\n\n"What... what would that mean?"\n\n"Mostly that you'd accompany me to certain things and help with certain rituals. But familiars gain special powers, and we could hasten your progress with certain rituals and bonding ceremonies. You could be taking completely human form again in less than six months. During the initial familiar ritual, the witch can make certain changes to the animal she's bonding with, so I could make you male again right away. Right now those are really the only two options I'm seeing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become human again right away.|RunFF6x4]]\n\n[[Become male again right away.|RunFF]]

You'll just pick it up, look at the underside to see if it's equally elaborate and gaudy, and that's all, you decide. Trying not to smudge it too badly, you pick it up with your fingertips and lift it off the shelf, trying to bring it closer to your face.\n\n"Ah-HA!"\n\nYou jump and whirl, just almost dropping the expensive bauble but managing to hold onto it. A woman around Hazel's age, albeit not quite so luxurious of figure, and wearing a long black dress, is scowling at you, her carefully braided and wound hair pulled back to give her a rather severe widow's peak, drawing attention to her flashing purple eyes, and by extension her smug smirk.\n\n"I finally caught one of you little bastards! And attempting to lift the bait, are you?"\n\n"Bait? Er, wait, I mean-"\n\n"I've been waiting months for this!" Before you can explain, she raises both hands and then thrusts them towards you, calling out a strange word that sends a shiver across your skin just to hear. Except the sensation doesn't go away, you can feel goosebumps raise all over... and then it growing to a strange, itchy-ticklish sensation. You look down and yelp at the sight of the fine hair on your arms turning darker and thicker, spreading into a layer of thin fur, and the rest of your body seems to be doing the same to judge by the feeling of it rubbing against your clothes.\n\nYou drop the bauble as your hands twitch, your fingers starting to shorten as they change shape and draw in. Your whole body seems to be shrinking, your pants and underwear dropping to the floor as you both get smaller and the shape of your hips alters. Thus you're able to stare in horror as your cock rapidly shrinks, growing smaller and smaller, drawing in towards your now black-furred crotch until it finally disappears entirely into the flesh at the top of the slit now opening up between your legs. At the same time that's happening, you can feel a pressure from your lower back and the shift in your balance as something flicks behind you, as well as the strange sensation of your ears changing shape and sliding up towards the top of your head.\n\nYou look up at the woman, trying to beg her to stop, but all that comes out is a mrooowwwl noise as your face pushes outward and your tongue flattens. Then suddenly, everything goes dark and you're trapped! Oh no! ... You're caught in your own shirt! You reflexively thrash and twitch around, until you manage to throw yourself out of it, whereupon you stare up at the much enlarged world, your body entirely changed. You've been turned into a cat! ... A girl cat, at that!\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic and run!|RunFF]]\n\n[[Try to calm down.|RunFF6x3]]

You just can't quite resist the desire to get a closer look at all the shiny glittery neat stuff. It's not like you're some eight-year-old that's gonna drop it or throw it around or knock a bunch of other stuff off the shelf, you can control yourself! (Nevermind that, strictly speaking, controlling yourself would mean not touching anything at all.) \n\nYou lean in close to one of the shelves, eyeing several really interesting looking trinkets. One looks like [[an amulet of some sort|RunFF]] to judge from the chain attached to it, a disk made of pale, milky stone with splotches of darker color and a slim curve of shadow along one edge... hm, maybe it's supposed to represent the moon? Another is a pink... you think they're called 'points' or something, anyway it looks like it's made of [[rose quartz|RunFF]] and for some reason you feel kind of drawn to it. Another is a... well it's the [[skull|RunFF]] of a demon or dragon or something cast in black metal, and it's covered with all sorts of evil-looking runes and signs... it's one of the most edgelordy things you've ever seen, but you admit in your heart that's sort of what makes you interested in it. And lastly there's a piece that it's just... [[gaudy and expensive-looking as hell|RunFF6x2]]. It's got a really big crystal in the center, it's covered with all this delicate goldwork and other little crystals of bunches of other colors set in the gold, it's gotta be a few hundred at least even if it's sitting out there on the shelf, you kind of want to touch it just because it's obviously the, ah, crown jewel of this immediate collection.

You decide to go see this Digitizer thing. (Though the signs and whatnot seem to think you're spelling it wrong if you don't include the exclamation point.) You follow the crowd through the doorway and down a hall.\n\nPark employees in the typical black and red Worldland uniform with labcoats worn over it seem to be separating everyone up into groups, apparently not wanting a constant stream of people through the attraction. Must be one of those with demos and participation and stuff, that's kind of neat. You also notice them turning back anyone younger than you. Maybe too intense or something?\n\nOne of the employees hands you a clipboard with a long form on it and a pin chained to the top. "Sign this, please!" he says cheerfully.\n\n"Huh?" You blink at him as you reflexively take the form and stare at it more than read it.\n\n"Just a standard form for this sort of attraction, nothing to worry about." He seems easygoing about it, not like he's trying too hard. So it's probably something that keeps you from suing the park if you get eyestrain from a light show or something like that.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way, man! You don't sign anything without your lawyer present! Head back to the lobby.|MovieMagicStart]]\n\n[[Yeah, whatever, who cares, let's just get to the fun.|Digitizer1x1]]

Whatever this side effect is, you can deal with it. You do your best to keep your breathing calm and steady, and focus on what the teacher's writing on the board rather than on him, and keep yourself from looking around at any of the boys. The aching need to get fucked doesn't really go away, but you're sort of able to push it down into a dull thrum that you can at least keep from dominating your thoughts.\n\nWhen the bell rings, you gather your books and stuff them in your bag, getting up and resisting the urge to glance and see if you've left any dampness on the seat for fear of drawing anyone else's attention to it if you have. You try your best to keep your stride normal and even, even though your body wants to rub your thighs together or... or something, these sensations are so difficult to process.\n\nAs you're walking along the hallway, your cat ears give a twitch as you pick out a pair of male voices... you're not sure why at first, until you realize that they're talking about you. You must have somehow instinctively cottoned on to them since you were the subject.\n\n"-flashing her knickers all over the place, just look."\n\n"Haha, she definitely wants us to see, why wouldn't she 'cause that ass of hers is just perfect!"\n\n"Right, like she doesn't realize her tail's lifting it? I think she's wet too, couldn't quite see the crotch but looks like there's a bit of damp you can see from the back, right?"\n\nYour face goes almost as red as your skirt. Oh... oh God, your tail. You've been lifting up the back of the skirt and flashing your butt at everyone when you walk by, every time it lifts or flicks around. ... Especially since it seems to want to stay lifted right now. Dammit! This makes you want to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-leave.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-show them more than your panties.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-curse the cruel High School gods.|RunFF6x8]]

"Thanks, I appreciate it, honest," you answer. "But I've gotta do this eventually, right? May as well get this weirdness over with."\n\n"Alright, but if it gets to be too much just remember that you can call me or Mum," she answers as she pulls up in front of the school.\n\nYou nod, then take a deep breath to steady yourself before opening the door and stepping out. Despite Hazel's assurances, you can't help but expect a bunch of people to start pointing and laughing or something like that at the sight of a strange girl with cat ears and a tail. Instead a couple of people you know actually call "Hey, Erica!" as you begin making your way towards the entrance. It does seem like some people are looking at you a bit harder... ... then you realize it's the boys. Ah, right. Their stares make you feel a bit odd, squirming your shoulders and lashing your tail around a bit as you walk, but you do your best to ignore it.\n\nSimilarly, nobody bats an eye as you arrive in your first class of the day... though you are now the only girl in it, since before it had just happened to be an all boys class. You can see boys glancing over, and it's like you can feel their gaze pressing against your skin right through your clothes, for the brief periods it lasts. Rather than being creepy though... for some reason you're finding it arousing. Your breath almost catches in your chest when you notice one of them sneaking a glimpse at your chest, and it's like his dark brown eyes are brushing a gentle touch over your nipples. And there's this smell... this heady, strong <i>boy</i> smell, all musky and sweaty and sort of lewd but that seems to be getting stronger the longer that class goes on. You can feel yourself getting more and more aroused, your nipples stiff under your new bra, a damp feeling between your legs to add to the pressure and heat down low in your belly.\n\n'What's happening?' you think, struggling not to pant as you glance back and forth without turning your head. All the boys and the teacher seem to be behaving normally, and yet your eyes are drawn to their laps, where you see more than a few bulges. Looking at them has you imagining what their cocks must look like, slowly engorging and getting thicker and longer, trapped in their cloth prisons, pressing against the tight confines of underwear, beads of pre soaking into the cloth. You catch yourself licking your lips and give your head a quick shake. 'Is this another side effect?'\n\nYou suppose it must be, because even with spring in the air, you were never quite this girl-crazy as a boy. Your mind is filled with the thought of cocks, fat ones, long slender ones, glimpses you've seen in locker rooms, images from porn, heavy balls filled with cum, you can't get the imagery out of your mind, or stop thinking about one of the boys or the teacher suddenly grabbing your head and shoving his cock in your mouth or bending you over the desk and pounding your needy dripping cunt or all of them descending on you at once and gangbanging you mercilessly stuffing multiple cocks in your holes at the same time and-\n\n"Miss Amazing?"\n\n"Y-yes!" you squeak, jerking a bit more upright in your chair, your eyes having glazed over some and forcing you to struggle to focus.\n\n"The problem on the board, please?"\n\n"Right... right, sorry, ah... X is 4 and Y is 2."\n\n"Very good. Moving on."\n\nYou let out a short rush of breath. That was like... well, maybe not a bucket of icewater, but a small cup of water fountain water. You can at least think a bit again. But what are you going to do about this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just power through it.|RunFF6x7]]\n\n[[Stay after class.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Pass around a note inviting the boys to play hooky.|RunFF]]

This weapon stands out, being that it's next in line after the series of incredibly crude-looking axes. An elegantly beautiful recurve longbow made out of some pale, polished wood, it definitely looks too pretty to be a functional weapon. Especially since the bowstring looks like it's made out of braided silver strands! There's no way that could ever be real, you mentally scoff, reaching out to touch the string, suspecting it to be plastic. Instead it gives you a stinging little zap and you yank your fingers back in surprise, only to fall over backwards as you go limp and everything goes dark.\n\nYou open your eyes and find yourself staring at a leafy green canopy, sunlight making the summer leaves almost glow. You sit up and put slender fingers to your head, then run your hands back over long, silken hair. ... Wait, that's not right, is it? You stare at your perfect, flawless, delicate hands, then down at your slender body clad in elegant but functional green silk. You notice a still pond nearby and quickly scramble over to it, somehow managing to do so with instinctive grace and poise. Looking down into it, you see an androgynously beautiful face staring back, framed by long silvery hair drifting around backswept, pointed ears, frightened blue eyes looking back at you.\n\nYou can't be an... elf? Can you? Things like that are impossible! But you pat yourself down, finding that it all feels real, even the pinch you give yourself. Your body is slender and, well... pretty. You have to admit you could probably pass for a girl without even trying. There's a simple pack on a shoulder sling nearby, as well as the bow from the museum and a quiver of arrows. You've been transported into another dimension, maybe? It's sort of hard to argue with the fact.\n\nWhile you ponder this, you hear a sudden scream and look up. A human woman in torn clothing is fleeing through the trees on a path separate from yours, apparently not having actually seen you. She's calling for help, no doubt due to the fact that at least three large, green-skinned men are chasing after her, bellowing and calling lasciviously. Those must be orcs! Real orcs!\n\n"Help! Help me, please!" the woman calls desperately.\n\n<hr>\n[[To arms! Someone needs my help!|MaleElf]]\n\n[[You're on your own, bitch!|MaleElf]]

You sigh heavily as you come to a decision. "I guess I can stay a girl for awhile, if it means getting my opposable thumbs back right away."\n\n"Hm, yes, I suppose you don't really realize how important something is until it's gone," Hazel muses aloud, lifting a hand and looking at one of her own thumbs as she gives it a wiggle. "But alright dear, give me about half an hour and I should have the spell ready."\n\nShe spends some time mixing up several potions and dipping a piece of chalk into each, before drawing an elaborate design on the floor. At her urging you hop into the middle of the circle, and Hazel raises her hands and begins chanting quietly but steadily, closing her eyes as she continues. Finally, with an emphasized word in some language that doesn't sound familiar to you, she thrusts her hands towards you. Everything around you is suddenly obscured by a heavy waft of black smoke, and you find yourself coughing, reflexively raising a hand to cover your mouth. ... Hand! You have hands!\n\nAs the smoke clears away you look down at yourself. You're human again! ... Well, still a girl though. Your body looks rather different... you're still fairly slender, but with a bit of curve to your hips and long, sleekly girlish legs, and pert breasts that look like they just barely border on a B-cup. You can't help but bring your hands up to cup them, and wow that's weird but they are sensitive and feel good and just that touch sort of makes you squirm a little and get a twitchy sensation atop your head and above your butt.\n\n... Wait, what?\n\n"Oh dear," Hazel sighs. "I was afraid of this. Probably best you come have a look in the mirror, dear," she urges, thankfully ignoring you feeling yourself up in front of her.\n\nBlinking, you walk over to the mirror, and wind up staring. It's not just that there's a really cute girl staring back at you out of the mirror... you do kind of still see a bit of your own facial features in there, though you're now prettier. It's that your hair is a soft, sleek midnight black and looks much softer, drifting down just past your shoulders. It's also that your eyes are a bright amber yellow. And it's also that you have a pair of cat ears atop your head poking out of that soft black hair, and a dark feline tail flicking back and forth behind you.\n\n"You were supposed to turn me back into a human, not a hentai character!" you blurt out, raising your hands up to touch the ears, which twitch in response.\n\n"I'm going to pretend I don't know what that is, since you're upset right now," Hazel answers evenly, folding her arms under her chest. "And, well, the simple fact of the matter is that side effects were to be expected. It happens when you layer spells on top of spells. Gabriella had already built several spells together to create the one she used on you, and rather than undoing it I had to layer a new spell on top of that one... two, in fact, one to change a cat into a human, and one to make it so that no one would find it strange you're now a girl."\n\n"Eh?" You glance over her. "You didn't mention that one."\n\n"I know you've made friends at school, dear, I didn't want you to have to change schools and assume a new identity," she answers gently, resting a hand atop your head and rubbing a bit. You find a low thrumming starting deep in your chest and passing up your throat, and quickly try to control it. Hazel gets a sparkle in her eye that shows she noticed it, but at least tries to stay serious as she continues. "Hopefully with time and study I'll be able to undo the whole thing and get you back to the way you were, but for now this is as good as it gets, I'm afraid."\n\n"So... everyone will think I was always a girl?" You ask slowly. "They'll even think it's normal that I'm a catgirl?"\n\n"Everyone but the family, dear, Rupert and Elaine are largely immune to such effects through years of exposure. For now, why don't you go have a lie down and rest, it's been a stressful day. But mm, I'll get you one of my emergency sweatshirts from the closet, so you don't have to walk through the house naked."\n\nYou practically swim in one of your mother's sweatshirts, but that just means it comes down a good 2/3 to your knees and serves as a makeshift dress. You hang your head a bit as you walk through the halls, ears drooped and tail hanging low, flicking back and forth just at the tip. You're almost to your room when Elaine's door opens up and she steps out, pausing as she spots you. The normally fairly flat-faced girl's lips curl up in something almost like a smirk as she steps forward, putting her hands on her hips.\n\n"So, my little brother has become my little sister. I guess maybe Santa finally glanced at my wishlist from when I was eight and decided to make a correction, huh?"\n\nThe annoying thing is that considering how you got adopted into this family you can't 100% write off that possibility. You heave another sigh. "C'mon, Elaine..."\n\n"Oh man, they twitch when you pout, that is so cute!" she says with a laugh, clearly amused by your ears' antics.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bite her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Taunt her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Ignore her.|RunFF6x5]]

You're not 100% sure what snaps you out of your funk, but you realize that you're heading for the boys' locker room. Jerking in place a little, you do a quick about-pace and head towards the opposite side of the hall. You actually pause a little as you see two chatting girls go in ahead of you. ... Is this really okay? Well. You're a girl now. And you definitely can't go in the other locker room in your current state. You swallow, then step through the door and head inside.\n\nDown the short hall and around the corner you go, and there it is... the girls' locker room. And a bunch of girls your age in the process of stripping down or, in a few cases, pulling on their gym clothes, about half of them chattering and the others just focusing on getting changed. You can't help but stop in place and enjoy the view for just a few moments... the dreamed-of sight of all the girls in your class partially dressed, shamelessly displaying their panties, or in the case of some of the girls who get changed completely, actually baring their tits and pussies and asses to the slightly moist air. It's not having the same impact on you as even the fully-clothed boys did, but you think it's safe to say that you still like girls.\n\nLuckily you're only struck for about a second before you hurry over to one of the empty lockers, digging the gym outfit your mother packed for you out of your bag. Off comes the blouse and skirt, though you're a bit nervous and take a quick glance around when you notice that the crotch of your panties are soaked almost transparent. You do your best to be subtle about dabbing with a towel, then pull on the small red athletic shorts and white long-sleeved t-shirt that is the girls' gym uniform, exchanging your thigh-highs and saddle shoes for ankle socks and sneakers before heading back out, feeling a little lightheaded.\n\nGym class normally isn't terribly fun, but today it's torture, because the more the boys work out the more you can smell them and the more you can smell them the more turned-on you get. You try to focus on your own exercises, but it's like that smell is seeping through your brain and then trickling down into the rest of your body, tugging at your hips and shifting your back as you move, making your tail thrash as you stretch or do pushups or run. By the time the teacher blows the whistle, you can barely keep yourself from running to the locker room, stripping down quickly and making a beeline for the showers, turning it on as cold as it will go. You can barely suppress a shriek as the icy water hits you, but then you slump forward under the water, feeling it soak your hair and drip down your limp ears and dangling tail.\n\nSeveral other girls come in to shower, and you can't help but glance over when you catch the movement, each time remembering that oh right, you're in the girl's locker room. Luckily the cold water is enough to distract from that too, though by the time you step away to dry off you're shivering a bit. Bless whatever prudish teacher decided students needed icy showers in the locker rooms because you certainly did.\n\nYou make it through the rest of your classes largely okay after that, the cold shower apparently having managed to jar you out of that... heat, or whatever. Well, partially, anyway. You can still feel your mind wanting to drift to lewd thoughts about pretty much every boy you pass in the halls or that's sitting around you in class or is teaching a class or... well, anyway, it's still distracting but you have it under control, at least. Though as you're standing up at the ring of the last bell, a girl you don't recognize, with short brown hair and slim rectangular glasses, enters the room and makes her way directly to you.\n\n"You are required in the student council room."\n\n"Huh? Er... okay." Nodding in confusion and trying not to let your frustration show on your face, you finish gathering up your things and follow after her. You just want to go home and put this day behind you, and maybe talk to Hazel about what can be done to eliminate this particular side effect. The girl leads you to the administration section of the building, and you can't help but comment, "I didn't know we had a student council here."\n\n"You are new, and only a part-timer," she answers without looking at you, though she does push her glasses up, briefly making them flash. "The student council is actually quite an important function at this school." She steps over to a door and opens it, gesturing you in ahead of her. You pause, wondering exactly what all this is, but since you can't really see much way around it, you step inside.\n\nThe room is set up with three long, slender tables arranged in a U shape, with the points facing the door. The only person sitting at the table right now is a girl who looks like she's probably a senior, or whatever they call it here, a pale beauty with long platinum hair, part of it done in a braid that hangs over one shoulder along with loose locks, and icy blue eyes that fix on you with enough contempt that you jerk to a halt in place. You almost jump as the door is closed firmly behind you, glancing at the brown-haired girl as she moves around the table to stand behind the blonde.\n\n"Erica Amazing," the blonde says coolly, her voice not carrying any of the accents you're used to hearing around the school. You can't really place it and it's fairly light anyway... maybe one of those weird little countries where the language sounds like speaking French while gargling a potato? "My name is Freia Thorn, and I am the student council's public morals officer."\n\n'Is this an anime? Am I in an anime?' you think, resisting the urge to glance around looking for the graceful lesbian student council president or the token ara-ara girl. 'Or is this just what dissociation feels like?'\n\n"And the <i>reason</i> I have called you here," Freia snaps, making you twitch a bit and stare at her. "Is that I have been hearing nothing but reports of your sluttish behavior all day!"\n\n"W-wha?!" you stammer, eyes widening.\n\n"Reports of you flashing your panties at the student body, of staring at other girls in the locker room, shaking your hips like a whore during exercises, rubbing yourself in the locker room, lingering in the shower to ogle your classmates, staring lewdly at boys' crotches, among other things," she explains coldly as she rises from her chair and rounds the table to stand in front of you, the glasses-girl following dutifully at her heels. She puts her hands on her hips and leans towards you, scowling deeply. "You shameless creature."\n\n"Th-that's not true!" you protest, actually on the verge of tears, feeling them hot and stinging in your eyes as your voice shakes. You've been trying so hard to control these strange urges all day, and hoping against hope not to humiliate yourself, and now here you are, not only being informed you did show that you weren't thinking normally, but being blamed for it like it was deliberate. "The panties thing, I, it was an accident, I just forgot, and I wasn't staring, honest, or, or doing any of that other stuff, it's all a misunderstanding, it-"\n\n"Silence!" Freia snaps, making you twitch and lower your head. You can just barely see her scowl shift slightly into a sneer. "Catgirls are infamous sluts. I don't know how you even got accepted here, other than your family apparently being well-connected. Well I may not be able to have you expelled, but I can promise you that if you don't show some contrition and learn to behave like a <i>proper person</i>, I will exercise all my not inconsiderable power to make your time here a misery. Am I understood?" she demands, pointing a finger at your face.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yes."|RunFF]]\n\n[["... Yes, Mistress."|RunFF]]\n\n[[... Chomp.|RunFF6x10]]

This is exactly the sort of experience that makes people remember high school as Hell, you think gloomily as you make an effort and force your tail to lower, your ears losing some perk in the process. You were already the American kid with the weird last name, why do you have to add being a catgirl in heat to all of it? And what's worse, next class is gym! You huff a little as your feet carry you largely on autopilot towards your destination.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gym sure does suck.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Disengage autopilot! DISENGAGE AUTOPILOT!|RunFF6x9]]

"Let's just use Drone Suits, that sounds way easier," you decide.\n\n"You're probably right, Master! Oh, though that means that just basic training of Ran-ma Sa-o-to-me might not be sufficient. She'd still be incredibly angry about you turning other people into drones once you let her out. Should I modify her training? Possibly for complete obedience or worship?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure, sounds good."|RanSuit]]\n\n[["Nah, we just won't let her out."|RanSuit]]

"I mean, if we could put suits on all the girls, pretty sure we wouldn't need to worry about the guys," you mutter, more just thinking aloud.\n\n"Can you not spawn more Training Suits, Master?" TS-1 chirps, tilting Ranma's head slightly.\n\n"Oh, I guess I could." You kind of forgot that she's not really a limited product for a second. "But then there's the issue of how to get them to say they want to be trained."\n\n"You're very clever, Master," TS-1 says warmly. "I'm sure you could get the first few of them to say it on their own, and after that we could simply make them say it, if necessary! Of course, there are also Drone Suits."\n\n"Drone Suits?" You didn't remember seeing those, but you did just sort of skim for what looked interesting.\n\n"Yes, Master, Drone Suits are a sort of 'dumb' version of Training Suits. They're not meant for training the mind or muscle memory, they just move and force the wearer to move with them. They don't require any setup, you can simply push someone into one or have it 'lure' them much as I did Ran-ma Sa-o-to-me once she spoke the activation phrase." As you're considering that, she says, "Drone Suits will also work on males, and can somewhat physically recondition them to be more feminine in appearance. But that would all depend on Master's preferences. Since I am only an AI and completely loyal to you, I have no protocols for initiating judgment!"\n\n"Thanks," you say a bit wryly. Then you consider. Hm... definitely sounds like Drone Suits would be way easier to apply to anyone that you wanted to be sure wouldn't interrupt your fun, but that the result would be... well, drones. You kind of like TS-1's upbeat, eager-to-please personality, so having more like that around definitely wouldn't be bad for sure, it would just take more work, and you'd have to figure out a way to deal with any male characters yourself. (Not that you couldn't, you have your debug powers after all, it's more a case of what's more or less annoying for you, and more or less fun, really.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Training Suits.|RanSuit]]\n\n[[Use Drone Suits.|RanSuit1x3]]

"I think the 'Basic' is fine. Mm," you add in a murmur as you give Ranma's tits another squeeze, enjoying the mixture of them being for all intents and purposes naked, but really still covered by that slick, thin layer. "I can still fuck her while she's wearing you, right?"\n\n"Oh yes, Master!" TS-1 chirps. "In fact that will be very helpful! It will help me train Ranma's muscle memory for proper sluttiness, after all! Would you like to fuck now?"\n\n"Yup," you agree instantly.\n\n"Very well, Master! Initiating fucking!" TS-1 says with a play of her giggle soundfile. There's the faintest <i>vrrr</i> noise, and the crotchplate of the suit clicks open and then swings down and back, clicking into place against the back like some sort of odd tail. Ranma's pussy is revealed, open slightly and dripping steadily. "Position?" TS-1 asks.\n\n"You can be on top," you inform her, quickly stripping out of your clothing and laying down on the floor.\n\n"Oh thank you Master! That will allow me maximum efficiency in training Ranma's leg and hip motions!" TS-1's pixelated smile grows positively radiant... literally glowing brighter... as she steps around to stand astride your waist. Then she lowers down, reaching down to spread Ranma's plumped-up pussylips apart... well, to Ranma it must feel like she's reaching down and spreading her own pussylips apart for the big, fat cock waiting for her. You helpfully reach down to wrap a hand around yourself and angle it up a bit, TS-1 giving a chirp of "Thank you, Master!" before sliding Ranma's pussy down onto you.\n\nThough the 'training' has only begun, the fact that it's only been seconds since that thrusting, spinning phallus was pumping away in her means that Ranma's not only hot and wet and ready for you, but a bit softened up... despite your cock being a fair bit bigger than the trainer, her cunt spreads open easily around you. If this is the result of only a few minutes training, you can't wait until she's run the full course, you think with a moan as you move your hands to rest on the suit's sleek plastic thighplates, just laying back and enjoying as TS-1 slides Ranma's pussy down to engulf you completely.\n\nAnd you definitely have no complaints about the way she starts to move. You'd kind of expected it to be a bit jerky and robotic, but while there's just a faint whirring of servos, the suit's motions are smooth and lifelike, pumping Ranma's ass in the air and working her hips in slight circles, arching her back to make the best display of her plastic-coated tits jiggling and bouncing. TS-1 settles Ranma's hands behind her head, relying completely on her legs to bounce and work herself on your cock, that cute pixel smile on her faceplate as she looks down at you.\n\n"Of course, Ran-ma Sa-o-to-me won't ever be quite as skilled or precise as I am even after training, Master," TS-1 informs you in the same casual, chipper tone as usual even as she's moving Ranma's body like a highly trained and very enthusiastic whore above you. "Muscle memory and mental conditioning can only do so much!"\n\n"M-mental conditioning?" you moan absently, squeezing those hardened plastic thighs as the robot works her captive's cunt on your cock.\n\n"Oh yes, Master, Ran-ma Sa-ot-to-me is undergoing a constant audio stream of programming designed to help make her a submissive little cock addict," TS-1 chirps. "Right now she is being told what a good girl she is for taking your cock, how much she loves it, how pleasuring cocks is her purpose for existing, how happy she should be that she is fulfilling her purpose. She is very angry, but she is also going to climax in three, two, one, now."\n\nAnd, precisely on cue, Ranma's pussy squeezes and quivers around your cock, letting out a small gush of honey that thoroughly coats your balls. The combination of that and hearing about Ranma's conditioning is enough to push you over the edge too, and you thrust up and empty your balls into her. TS-1 thrusts Ranma's hips down as you do, grinding against you, clearly trying to train her to take as much cum as deep as she can.\n\nAfter a few moments, TS-1 strands up, your cock sliding out of her and flopping against your belly. Before your load can start dripping out of Ranma's pussy, the crotchplate swings forward and snaps back into position, stuffing the training dildos back into Ranma's cunt and ass. Now just with your jizz being pumped and swirled around inside her as she's trained.\n\n"Apologies that I can't clean you up with Ranma's mouth, Master, the current model of training suit doesn't really allow for oral training," TS-1 informs you rather sheepishly, tapping a plastic fingertip against her faceplate.\n\n"It's fine," you assure her, taking a moment to spawn some wet wipes and clean yourself up.\n\n"But that was a good training session, Master! Let's do them a lot!" TS-1 continues in an even more chipper tone than before. "Your cock will make Ran-ma Sa-o-to-me into a wonderful slut!"\n\nCompliments you never knew you needed. Grinning as you pull your clothes back on, you hm. "Well, for now, though, let's figure out how to deal with other people." As much fun as it might be, you don't want to just stay in this room fucking the suited Ranma for however long the training takes.\n\n"A good point, Master, explaining my training of Ran-ma Sa-o-to-me to others might produce an unfavorable outcome. How will you deal with the situation?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll think of something to tell them."|RanSuit]]\n\n[["We'll go off on our own."|RanSuit]]\n\n[["Wonder if we could suit all the girls..."|RanSuit1x2]]

Hm. "Demonic" certainly sounds fun, isn't that kind of Raven's thing too? Plus getting to play the bad guy (girl? that hyphen in villainess is a little confusing) for awhile could be fun, you've gotta imagine they have a lot fewer restrictions than the good guys. Though you're a little worried about the costume, it's basically a pand of cloth and two long flaps held together by a black chain. ... Oh well, when in Rome. You place your hand against the glasslike surface of the costume container, and feel like you're slipping forward towards the costume.\n\nYou suddenly find yourself standing on a small island, in front of a large building shaped like a T. Yeah these guys were really devoted to their aesthetic, huh? You also look down and find yourself pretty much as generously proportioned as before, still with huge tits, albeit now a dark, dark grey color with a deep red band wrapped around them that doesn't come close to covering the top and bottom curves, and a pair of past-the-knee flaps covering your ass and crotch, though the one in front falls against an extremely obvious and very long and thick outline. ... Aha. Villain-ess. You run gloved hands over your head, feeling long, straight hair, and tug a bit around to find that it's a blue-black color.\n\nWhile you're in the midst of taking in your new proportions, a semitransparent screen with a slightly overdone 'Satanic' red font pops up. 'You are Rook, daughter of Trigon and elder sister to Raven. Unlike your younger sister, you have dutifully sided with your evil father and now do his bidding. Though the time of Trigon's rising has been thwarted, he now bids you take revenge and destroy the Teen Titans! But most especially your sister, who must be defeated, destroyed, corrupted, or in some other way made to pay for her lack of filial loyalty! Go forth, Rook, and corrupt to the extreme!'\n\nUh... huh. Though the weird thing is, as you read it, it seems less and less silly. You find yourself actually getting a little angry over this ridiculous premise. How <i>dare</i> Raven turn on Father?! Doesn't she know the power she's forsaken?! Well, you'll show her soon enough, her and her friends. You slowly smile, licking your dark purple lips with a flick of the tongue. Now, let's see, how best to make them pay...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn the rest of the team against Raven.|Rook]]\n\n[[Magical curses and corruption.|Rook1x1]]\n\n[[Build a team of other villains.|Rook]]\n\n[[Attack the city.|Rook]]

The darkness is quiet today, though you're fairly certain Rei is home. You didn't hear her go to work, after all, though you did hear the shower earlier and the sounds of breakfast being made. You can't help but wonder if she's padding around the apartment in lingerie... or naked, perhaps. Your cock gives a slight throb against the unyielding surface it's pressed to and you groan a little through the ever-present ofudas covering your face and body. Thoughts like that really aren't helpful, but it's not like you've got a lot else to think about in here.\n\nYour ofuda-wrapped ear gives the tiniest twitch as you hear a knock at the door... not the door of your prison, no, but at the apartment door. A moment later you can hear the door swing open, and Rei's voice. "Oh, hey Minako, what's up?"\n\n"Hey Rei! Turns out I actually had the day off. I don't have any dates scheduled today, sooooo I thought I'd come over and see if you'd mind me using your favorite toy!"\n\nYou begin to tremble in your wrappings. The sweet suffering of your existence is clearly about to renew itself.\n\n"Ha! I ought to start charging you guys to use it! But fine, come on in. I'll probably join you, to be honest I was kind of thinking of using it myself," Rei's muffled voice answers along with the sound of the door opening. "Go ahead and strip down, I'll get it out."\n\nA moment later, light floods your prison as the doors of it swing open. Your eternally stiff prick, which had been resting against the wood, immediately drops free and wags briefly in the air in front of you as your eyes rapidly adjust to the sight of Rei, in lacy red bra and panties, standing before you with her hands on the doors of your sarcophagus-shaped closet. Behind her you can see her blonde friend wiggling her way out of a pair of jeans to reveal an orange thong before shrugging out of her blouse, bare tits shaking. "Ready and eager as always!" Rei chirps, reaching out to stroke her hands in a light rope-climbing motion along your inky black shaft, making you moan muffledly and roll your eyes.\n\n"How long's it been? A year and... a half now, right?" Minako asks equally cheerfully as she pads over, bare breasts bouncing. "And he hasn't gotten to cum once the entire time? Poor baby, these must be sooooo achey," she adds teasingly, leaning in to nuzzle one of your swollen, overfull balls, making you shudder again.\n\n"Sympathy for the youma," Rei says good-naturedly, smacking her friend's mostly-bare ass before reaching up to undo one of the straps that's holding you upright. With the ease of long practice, the stronger-than-they-look girls catch you as you topple forward, and turn you to lay you out on the floor on your back, prick jutting straight up into the air once again.\n\n"Mmmm, youma or not, it really is the best cock," Minako murmurs as she straddles your bound legs and leans forward, pressing her full tits around your shaft and dragging her tongue up the underside of the head. "It's actually kind of a shame, I bet it would feel soooo good to have it pumping me full of cum," she continues as she toys with your prick, grinding her damp pussy against you through layers of satin and paper.\n\n"Probably feel really good to him too," Rei giggles as she sheds her own bra, then her panties, before leaning down to twirl a fingertip around the head of your cock. She toys with the hole in the center, even pressing her finger into it just a bit, drawing it back out with a small spurt of pre. "Too bad~."\n\n"You're positively evil sometimes." Despite that statement, Minako just giggles more as she pulls her panties to the side and moves forward, rubbing her hot, dripping snatch against the underside of your shaft a few times, making your eyes roll some with need. "Actually, weren't you going to find a way to seal him up again? Or maybe at least separate him from his host, that poor homeless kid you found?"\n\n"Oh. Yeah. Uh, I'm working on that," Rei answers halfheartedly, the rivulets of arousal running down her inner thighs as clear an indicator of the lie as her tone.\n\nWhether she cares or not, Minako proceeds to start sliding herself down on your prick, moaning loudly and eagerly like the slut you know her to be from a hundred overheard conversations. And yet as much of a cock-addicted whore as she is, you're powerless to do any more than let her use you as a dildo as she begins bouncing up and down on you, pussy squeezing tight around your girth. Then your view is filled with the ass of the woman who you once meant to be your first victim and is now your owner as she settles her pussy onto the bulge of your muscle. The ofudas are apparently so tightly sealed down that the paper is little more than a smooth, sleek contiguous sheath all over your body, with no harsh corners for her to worry about... at least you assume so, since it's hardly the first time she or one of the other Senshi has used your muzzle as a surface to get off on, usually while another is making use of your cock.\n\nWith your constant state of arousal and having been edged over and over across the last eighteen months, you're worked up to the edge of cumming within Minako's first few strokes... but of course all you can do is lay there, your prick throbbing inside her and smearing nothing but clear pre over her inner walls. Though your view is made up of little more than Rei's truly magnificent ass and her alluring pink pucker, you know that above, she and Minako are likely kissing and fondling one another, their wet, muffled moans as much evidence of that as anything else. Which means they're gearing up for an entire day of playing with each other, and with you. With their above-human stamina, you might be looking at as much as twenty hours of constant stimulation of your unable-to-cum prick and balls. And that's assuming no more Senshi stop by to join in the play.\n\nIt's a unique sort of Hell you've found yourself in, you who modeled yourself after the gatekeeper of the underworld. You, who once imagined dominating the entire world with your powers, your muscles, and your cock, and would now give anything, do any amount of begging and pleading, to be allowed to cum just once.\n\nTruly, magical girls are frightening.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>A very powerful sex toy</i>

"I'm good!" you chirp, turning back to the wheel girl fully. "Cash me out please!"\n\n"Yoooou've got it!" she calls back cheerfully, and before Hanlon can say anything else the table surface lowers to clear away the chips, a card sliding out of a slot on the side of the table in front of you. "Enjoy your winnings, Missus Customer, with all the delights Positron's has to offer!"\n\nHanlon sighs heavily as you pluck up the card. "Well I guess as long as you're not bothered, it's your choice."\n\n"Yup!" you chirp with a giggle of your own, turning to him and wagging the card. "C'mon, Hanlon, don't be so sour! I got that Karmic Paradise roll you wanted, we should celebrate before you tell me where the twins are!"\n\n"Uh, I dunno, you might get kinda... carried away with the celebrating right now," he hedges, glancing around at the rather full bar. More than a few customers are looking at you appreciatively, and Hanlon gives another, smaller sigh as you take a moment to pose a bit for them. "Look keep the prize money, and I'll tell you how to take down the Quatra Twins, quick and easy. A little help from me and one of my drones and we'll get you on your way back to the Meridian in no time."\n\nYou pout a little at that. He does have a point in that you came here on a mission and that mission has a way, way bigger payday on it than the game you just played. On the other hand the thought of just ignoring your mission to do whatever you want bothers you precisely not at all now, the only thing you're thinking of is all the fun things you could do with that money!\n\n<hr>\n[[Urge Hanlon to party with you.|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go party on your own!|CyEE]]\n\n[[Go after the twins.|CyEE]]

There's a bit of a murmur from the crowd, and beside you Hanlon looks a little shocked. The wheel girl actually gasps loudly, though from the smile on her face and the little twitches of her hips and tail that speak of a practically orgasmic sensation running through her, she's even more excited than before.\n\n"Ohhhh that's so <i>daring</i>! I love it, Missus Customer! Accepting your role as the villain, I wanna see, I wanna seeeeee!" she squeals, before whipping back to the wheel and shouting "Let's! Accrue! KARMAAAAAA!" before giving it a yank and sending it whirling around.\n\nThis time the wheel lands on a tile that lights up with a long, cinematic pan over a city that seems to be in chaos and disarray, with people marching through the streets burning effigies, and pictures of you hanging askew, some of them burning and many of them with holes shot in them. "Uh-ohhhh!" the wheel girl coos, squirming all over excitedly again. "Looks like your villainous ways have sparked an Uprising! That's an Uprising roll, everyone! Missus-"\n\nYou can already feel the changes starting to come over you, as the armor is withdrawing in some places, focusing itself along your shoulders, arms, and legs, the material even splitting along your thighs to leave your hips and some of your upper thigh bared. At the same time black textured material of your suit is becoming thinner and turning translucent, just dark enough to tint the skin below it but still see-through enough that everything below is visible as it hugs up and conforms to your body as if it had been vacuum-sealed on. Your breasts both wind up individually highlighted, lifted and shown off, the tight plastic-like material conforming even to the dark outlines of your nipples beneath them, while the now skinny, plunging crotch hugs up against your pussy, leaving every bit of it on display albeit somewhat shadowed by the color. Your ass, meanwhile, is put entirely on display as the back of the suit shrinks and virtually disappears between the curve of your buttocks, turning into little more than a thin line connecting the crotch and back. Before the wheel girl can even speak again though, you call, "Take a Planned Dive!"\n\nThat gets a gasp from the entire crowd, and the wheel girl's jaw drops a little. But she apparently obeys the spirit of your request and turns to give the wheel another spin. This time it comes up on the same city... rebuilt, with pictures of someone else up, and looking shinier and brighter than ever before. Your section of the table recedes and then emerges with a massive amount of Karma markers and a lesser but still sizeable amount of Resources markers.\n\n"Looks like our customer has achieved Karmic Paradise!" squeals the wheel girl, to a round of applause from the onlookers. "Oop, and looks like the owners have graciously declined to take the next wagered trait, since you gave us such a good show," she adds with another giggle, as you ccould faintly feel yourself beginning to change as the wheel spun, but now simply settle into your normal, C-cupped, shown-off female self. "Now, since you exchanged your Sex and Shame for credits to play the game with, we can't just <i>give</i> those back, but for a portion of your winnings at least one of your stakes can-"\n\n"Nah, I'm good, cash me out," you interrupt with a grin, making her blink.\n\n"Ah, just to be sure, you reeeally wanna cash out without buying back one of your traits? Once the money is off the table, those are the property of the Owners forever, the only way to get them back would be a high stakes game," she notes.\n\nYou're opening your mouth to assure her when Hanlon's hand lands on your shoulder. "C'mon, what're you doing? Don't you at <i>least</i> want to buy back your Shame?" he asks as he leans in, keeping his voice low in your ear, while also still obviously trying not to look down.\n\n"Hm?" You blink at him in confusion. "... Why?"\n\n"... Right, without Shame you're not ashamed of having no shame. And I guess it goes all the way to having so little body shame you don't care about switching sex," he mutters, rubbing his face with a hand as he continues. "Look, just trust me, you really ought to buy back your Shame before you cash out, once you do you'll understand why."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, fine.|CyEE4x1]]\n\n[[Hm... buy back your Sex instead!|CyEE]]\n\n[[... Nah!|CyEE3x2]]

Yup, looks like she's heading for the residential area closer to the edge of the city. Eventually she pulls up in front of one of the houses... most of them are fairly narrow but three stories tall, with smallish yards in front surrounded by walls. She definitely seems in a rush because she doesn't even bother to close the front gate... actually, she leaves the front door gaping open by at least several inches as she hurries inside.\n\nGiving the cabbie a hefty enough tip that you figure he'll decide he's a very uncurious sort for the moment, you get out and head up the front walk of her house, and then up to the open door, peering carefully inside. From the looks of the inside of the foyer, it looks like she-\n\n<hr>\n[[-has a son.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-has a dog.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-has a husband.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-has a girlfriend.|RunFF]]\n\n[[-lives alone.|RunFF]]

Hm... you see a few fun ideas for putting Cloud in the mix. Grinning, you open the menu and call up the PHS function that allows you to summon up party members. Tapping through it, you find Cloud's character portrait, pausing briefly to give the drones some instructions, then poke it. \n\nConveniently enough, he materializes right between both drones, and they immediately turn and wrap their arms around his, twisting him into a position slightly off of his feet. The ex-SOLDIER looks startled, then quickly begins straining and pulling at his captors... futilely, it turns out, since it looks like the suits increase their wearers' strength a good deal. (Of course, part of that is probably that Tifa was the first one you equipped it to, and Yuffie was then adjusted to match her.) He looks at you and scowls darkly, growling out, "What is this? What are these things?" \n\n"Oh, these are Tifa and Yuffie," you explain genially, grinning even wider as his blue eyes go round with shock. "Don't ask which is which, because frankly I don't have the slightest idea."\n\n"What did you do to them?!" Cloud demands, looking back and forth between the faceless drones holding him with new horror.\n\n"Just equipped a new item I found to them. Pretty neat huh? And now you're here, so..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... you'll get to enjoy them too."|FF7X]]\n\n[["... you'll get to join them."|FF7X]]

As much as out of curiosity as anything else, you select 'Yes', then turn your attention to Yuffie.\n\nAs time unfreezes and she walks in, she jerks to a halt and stares at the sight of you with your cock being sucked by what must look to her like a woman in a rubber gimp suit. Then she yelps in shock as all of her clothes disappear, her hands jerking to try and cover herself by reflex. You're not entirely sure where the black liquid rubber appears from this time, but it looks like it starts near her stomach, making Yuffie cry out in greater shock and more fear as it starts sliding up her midriff. As it oozes down over her hips and ass, both grow and round out, and her pert little tits similarly seem to grow and swell as they're covered by rubber. You watch with interest, the Tifa drone's mouth still bobbing over your stiff dick, as the rubber slides down her legs, lengthening them and molding them into a sexier, curvier shape as it goes, forcing her upright and arms to her sides as it similarly coats her limbs fully, her back stretching and proportions shifting even as she's forced into a more erotic posture by the formation of the suit's high heels. The stuff engulfs her face before she can even properly scream, sliding into her mouth to form another ridged tube behind a round O of a mouth.\n\nIn seconds, Yuffie has not only been coated with rubber, but crafted into an exact duplicate of the drone currently on its knees working your prick. You glance down at the drone in front of you and order, "Stop", before pointing at the new one. "You, close and lock the door. Then both of you go upstairs to Tifa's bedroom. Clean this one off and wait for me in front of the bed."\n\nThe drone in front of you rises to her feet and sashays towards the stairs while the other one obeys your command to close the door and turn the locks, before using the exact same walk to follow the other up the stairs. You take a moment to use the debug menu to more securely lock the area from interference, then strip down before heading upstairs and taking a moment to find the bedroom in question. Both drones are standing in front of it, big rubber tits jutting out, faceless, tunnel-mouthed heads directly forward. You realize since you have no idea which one wound up on the left and which on the right, you no longer have any idea which one is Tifa and which one is Yuffie.\n\nOh well. Doesn't really matter, does it?\n\n"Turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the bed," you order the drones. Both move in perfect sync, pivoting and then bending forward to place their hands on the bed. You step up behind one and take a moment to smear some lube on your prick, before pushing your stiff length into the drone's pussy-hole. Moaning lowly at the interesting sensation caused by the sworls and texturing inside the tube, you begin pumping your hips, hands gripping the drone's waist as you pound into it, your hips impacting its round rubber asscheeks with slight jiggles, its stiff rubber tits jutting underneath it. You idly wonder if it's Tifa or Yuffie under there, probably silently moaning and cumming as you pound into the passage between her legs... before again dismissing the thought. Doesn't matter.\n\nYou don't try to hold off, considering that you don't seem to get tired or lose stamina, and there's no one's opinion to worry about. Soon after you feel yourself approaching another climax, you thrust forward, grunting as you spill your load into the drone's pussy-onahole. Drawing out, you step aside, running your hands over the second drone's round rubber ass and slender waist. Just out of curiosity, you push into its pussy-hole as well... exactly the same, not a single variation in texture or swirl. Hm, amusing from the perspective of rendering them both the same, not as interesting for your prick. You pull out and then adjust, before pushing into its ass-onahole, making a pleased noise at the different texture of bumps sliding along your sensitive, lube-and-cum smeared prick. No need to worry about taking it slow, either, you just push all the way in and start fucking away, pounding the drone's third hole with as much abandon as you did the other's second hole, even as the other drone remains motionless, its featureless face still staring blankly at the wall as your cum dribbles gradually out of the tube between its legs and down its sleek rubber thighs.\n\nOnce you've used the second drone's ass-hole as your cumdump, you flop onto the bed on your back and order both of the drones onto the bed. Obeying your orders, one wraps a rubber hand around the base of your prick and begins bobbing its mouth-hole over your prick, until you order the other to take over, its head bobbing up and down, the round ring of its lips bumping against the other drone's fingers with the exact same force each time. You toy with them both for awhile, having them rub their stiff rubber tits against your prick, finger each other's holes, and finally have one climb atop you and ride while the other stands at attention next to the bed. Its high-heeled feet planted on the mattress, the drone works its legs mechanically to pound its ass down against your balls and lap, rubber hands resting on its knees, its head facing straight forward as it works its pussy-hole over your prick.\n\nFinally you order both of them to clean off and then stand against the wall while you roll over and get some sleep, ignoring the two humanoid forms standing in the corner as much as you would any sex toy once you were satisfied and no longer horny. Of course, you wake up with a nice stiff hardon, and idly look at the pair of motionless drones as you give it a few thoughtful strokes, neither having moved even the slightest from where they were last night. Your new sex toys are fun... but a big part of the fun was making them that way. Just continuing to fuck these two will probably get boring, fast. Luckily, you know there's at least one more well-known cute girl in this game, and you can probably call her up with the debug menu. Though that's not your only option. Let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon Aeris.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Aeris after equipping the drones with "Thrust Shaft".|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Cloud.|FF7X13x5]]\n\n[[Get everyone together.|FF7X]]

Hm, "Rubber Suit" sounds interesting. Somehow you doubt that it will just increase Tifa's electricity resistance rating for the game. You tap that option, and another screen comes up. It's offering a variety of different... colors? Hm. Typical RPG usage would indicate that it's probably not just fashion, but function, which is fine and good... except you have no idea what the function is just from the colors. Oh well, should be interesting no matter what you pick!\n\n[[White Rubber Suit.|FF7Xsensitivity]]\n\n[[Pink Rubber Suit.|FF7Xbimbo]]\n\n[[Color-Match Rubber Suit.|FF7X15x1]]\n\n[[Black Rubber Suit.|FF7X13x2]]

You don't know what's going on, but you want no part of it. You immediately drop the guy and, your panicked brain working on the logic that your attackers must be trying to keep you from reaching safety, turn and run back towards them, frantically making for a gap between two of the shooters. The men in black stop firing, apparently more shocked by your sudden reversal than anything else, and you successfully make it past them. The suit apparently enhances your speed, since you're tearing down the hallway much faster than you would have thought possible.\n\nYou duck down branching hallways at random, hoping to see a path to anything that looks like safety. Finally, seeing an open doorway, you duck inside, hoping for a few moments to catch your breath. It looks like some sort of high-tech bedroom, albeit opulently appointed with all sorts of strange pieces of artwork and furniture... actually in some cases you're not sure which is which. But you do wind up staring at the large, round bed in the center of the room. Or rather, the person leaning back against the mound of pillows on it.\n\nShe has long, long black hair, held back from her forehead by a silver tiara with a purple gemstone set in the center. Her face is a little severe, but quite beautiful, her lips painted a shining purple that almost matches the stone in her tiara... and her eyes, come to notice it. Not that you can keep your own gaze there for long, as it's inexorably drawn down to her absolutely mammoth mammaries. Each of her breasts is almost half again the size of your own head, and despite their huge size they seem smooth, creamy, and unblemished, as well as quite perky and firm; they're barely covered by a bustier-style top that hooks behind her neck. She's also wearing a scandalously small black thong, the front of it looking like it must only barely cover her slit, and the straps riding high on her curvaceous hips. Her arms and legs are sheathed in long black gloves and boots, the bootsoles bearing stiletto heals despite the fact that she's in bed.\n\nSeeing you, she smiles, her voice like poisoned honey as she coos, "Well well well. Cypher Ceed, you've returned. Don't tell me that you've actually rethought my little offer?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No?|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[... Yes?|CypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[... Maybe?|BadCypherStart]]

Hey, one obedient sextoy drone is fun, why not two? You select Yuffie and bring up the same equipment menu as before, selecting Black Rubber Suit again.\n\nExcept this time a new dialogue box pops up after that. It just says "Standardize?" and has a Yes/No selection. Huh. What exactly does 'Standardize' mean? Well, one way to find out... or not, if you just want the same thing to happen to her as happened to Tifa, which you assume would result in a much more petite rubber drone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Standardize.|FF7X13x4]]\n\n[[Don't standardize.|FF7X]]

Hm, alright, basic black is always nice, right? Most of the rubber suit porn you've seen online has involved black suits, so there's that too. You tap that option, then wait to see what happens.\n\nTifa settles back into the motion of wiping down the tabletop... then yelps in shock as most of her clothes just abruptly disappear. Her top, suspenders, boots, socks, and the red gloves are suddenly gone, leaving only the fingerless sleeve-gloves and har skirt. "What the-?!" she cries, jerking her hands up as if to cover her tits, then staring as her gloves writhe, turning shinier and more, well... liquid, flowing down over her fingertips and up her shoulders. She gives another cry of shock as her skirt does the same, abruptly hugging between her legs and conforming more tightly to her ass as the material starts to flow down her thighs and up her belly.\n\nYou watch with interest as Tifa stumbles back from the table, then stiffens, forced upright as her legs are coated in a layer of shiny black, apparently going stiff and forcing her to stop moving, her hands forced down at her sides. You can see that the stuff between her legs has hugged up against her pussy, giving it fat, pudgy black lips but otherwise making it a featureless slit, her stomach similarly becoming smooth and flat without hint of a bellybutton. "What's happening?! Eric, help!" Tifa calls, apparently not noticing that you're just standing there watching with a slight bulge in your pants. The rubber coats her feet, molding over her toes and drawing the tips to a point, while pushing her upward as it forms extremely high heels, making her jut her bare tits out just before they're coated with the stuff too. The big, jiggly orbs turn stiff and firm as they're covered, pink nipples becoming nothing but molded caps with stiff, perfect little cylinders on the end. She twists and jerks her head desperately as the rubber slides up her neck and down along her hair, drawing it up and into its mass and effectively disappearing as it seeps over her cheeks and around her face. She opens her mouth to cry out, only for the rubber to smoothly rush into it and silence her, forming her mouth into a round, toothless O with what looks like a ribbed tube running down from it, her eyes giving you one last desperate plea before they're covered as well.\n\nYou look Tifa up and down... the suit has completely covered her, hiding every feature of her body except, of course, that she's busty, hippy, and with a fantastic ass and legs. You walk around her slowly, noting that she's standing perfectly still, just that blank face with its ring of a mouth facing entirely forward. You reach around from behind to squeeze her firm rubber tits, feeling them compact in your hands and spring back into form when you release them, and she doesn't move at all. You deliver a slap to her ass, watching it bounce more like, well, rubber, than anything else. Hmming quietly, you say, "Tifa, can you hear me?"\n\nThe smooth, rubber-covered head nods, once. You grin at that. "But you can't move unless it's to answer me or if I tell you to, huh?" Another single movement of the head, this time side-to-side. "And you have to do whatever I order you to?" Another single nod. Well, there's a nice little bonus! You spend a few moments looking her over, spreading her big rubber asscheeks to take a look at the pucker between them. It's tight, small, and perfectly symmetrical... obviously meant to look more manufactured than just her own covered in rubber. You push a finger into the tight rubber passage, and feel a number of bumps at regular intervals. Pushing two fingers into her pussy and wriggling it around finds a set of wavy lines and grooves... looks like all of her holes are textured, to make them more like some sort of fleshlight.\n\nWell, that suits you! You sit down and undo your pants, letting your cock spring free and stroking it a few times. "Alright then, get over here and use that mouth-hole of yours to get me off." The rubber-coated woman immediately walks over, shiny black tits barely moving despite the high-heeled stride she uses, sinking to her knees without hesitation. Her rubber-gloved hands come to rest atop your thighs before she brings her head forward and slides the ribbed tube of her mouth over your prick. You moan and rest a hand on the smooth black rubber covering her head as she begins bobbing up and down with machine-like efficiency, obviously controlled more by whatever motions the rubber suit forces her to make than her own will.\n\n"Mmf, wait wait," you murmur after a moment, the rubber drone obligingly raising her head and going still in place. You open the debug menu and root around in the 'Item Spawn' area for a bit before finding some lube, choosing a variety that resembles cum. Grinning, you squirt it into the drone's mouth-hole, indulging yourself by squeezing the bottle to send a few splatters of it across her featureless face and big rubber tits. Then you announce casually, "Resume." The drone leans forward and slides its mouth-tunnel back over your prick, going back to the exact same mechanical bobbing as before, but now with a pleasant wetness to it, the ribbed tube making wet, lewd squelching noises as the drone works it over your prick. You give a moan as you let yourself cum into the textured channel, not bothering to hold back... who cares what Tifa might think about how fast you cum? 'Not like she'll be able to say anything about it!' you think smugly as you look down at the featureless head still smoothly bobbing up and down the exact same length each time.\n\nYou glance over towards the door as it rattles and starts to open. You hit the debug menu just in time see that it's Yuffie opening the door, her head down slightly so that she hasn't spotted either of you yet. Hm, what to do about this development...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip a Black Rubber Suit on Yuffie too.|FF7X13x3]]\n\n[[Equip a "Thrust Shaft" on Yuffie.|FF7X14x1]]\n\n[[Equip a "Thrust Shaft" on the Tifa Drone and have her grab Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Teleport Yuffie away and lock the area.|FF7X]]

You never really seem to get around to leaving Harry's room, or even really getting dressed, ever again. More often than not, one or both horse mascots are in the room with you, your cock buried in one of their asses, or their cock buried in yours, or both. You can be a wanton slut kneeling to stroke and lick and both of their cocks while rubbing them together, or you can be a raging top, pounding away at their ass-sheaths while calling them your bitch. Everyone takes it up the ass and gives it up the ass freely... really, about the only thing that they never return the favor on is you deep-throating their cocks, but their mouths are made of black mesh. Not their fault.\n\nYou never seem to get older, get tired, or stop being able to cum as many times as you want to. If there's not a tight hole to fuck or a big rod to suck, there's at least weed to smoke and your own cock to stroke. No job, no responsibilities, and apparently mascot jizz even keeps you from getting hungry. You're in teenage boy heaven... well, assuming the teenage boy likes big foam-rubber horsedicks.\n\nLife turned out pretty awesome, if a little weird.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>True threesome with Harold and Herschel</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's interesting, wonder what would've happened if I'd left?|HaroldHorse5x2]]\n\n[[Let's see what kinda weird shit the other mascots get up to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Actually, let's head back to character generation, I'm bored of Worldland.|CharGenMain]]

When you think about it, why is this really a question? If you wanted a challenge or tamer results, you could've played the normal game instead of the debug version! Grinning, you make the tweaks to Shampoo, then finally answer Ranma, who luckily doesn't know much time has passed. "Let's head into the Nekohanten."\n\n"Sure," Ranma says breezily, the two of you heading on through the door, which jingles merrily to announce your presence. "Hey, Shampoo!" Ranma calls to the girl standing near the counter.\n\nShe whirls around instantly. You kind of wonder if your tweaking of her character sliders had a bit of effect... for one thing, she seems to have foregone the concept of 'pants' in favor of white stockings hugging her lush legs, and her pink silk Chinese dress is cut high enough to show a lot of very bare hip. (She could still be wearing panties you guess, just very high-cut. ... And without much in the way of a band to show under the silk.) \n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/pmVfngb.jpg>\n\nHer eyes immediately light up, a smile on her face as she leaps towards Ranma, thudding into him without quite enough impact to knock him down, generous breasts pressed to his chest. "Nihao, husband!" she chirps, kissing and nuzzling at his face, which Ranma endures with only a bit of squirming. "Oh, also nihao husband-cousin," she adds, at least giving you a bright smile too. "You come by to spend time with Shampoo?" she asks as she settles down from Ranma a bit.\n\nGrinning, you move to stand on her other side. "Yeah, we thought we'd come over. Y'know, see you, have some ramen, fuck."\n\n"Ohhhh." Shampoo's grin turns positively wicked as she turns a bit, reaching her hands out to cup your crotch and Ranma's, fingers deftly finding the outlines of your pricks through the cloth and rubbing a bit. "Shampoo betting husband and husband-cousin not exactly married to that order, hm?"\n\n"Not necessarily, no," you agree with a bit of a moan, grinning at the way Ranma is blushing and squirming, and even with his lowered worry threshold doing a few glances at the door. Both of you, however, look a little shocked when Shampoo squats down, balancing on the balls of her feet and practically sitting on her heels as she snags the two of you by your waistbands and pulls you in a bit closer, before using that same grip to tug down the front of both pairs of pants.\n\n"H-hey, Shampoo, right here, in the restaurant?" Ranma asks as his mostly-hard cock comes spilling out, Shampoo immediately wrapping a hand around it (her other wrapping around yours, obviously). "Are you sure this is a good ideeeeennnnh," he trails off, eyes rolling just slightly and sinking mostly closed as Shampoo slides her mouth over the head of his cock, bobbing just a little bit as she apparently does some fairly impressive tonguework. She bobs her head just a bit, turning it back and forth as she does, for several moments before drawing back a bit and smirking up at him.\n\n"Ranma no worry, shop not open yet for almost twenty minutes. No one come in!" Then her smile turns wicked again as she adds, "Probably." Her tongue flits out and licks over the tip of his prick to silence any worrying at that, before she turns her head and starts giving you the same treatment, that thick purple hair swishing lightly and the little silver bells in her forelocks jingling just a little as she bobs her head. You see why Ranma had the reaction he did... you expect your face does much the same thing as you feel her tongue rolling smoothly and quickly around your cockhead, washing back and forth along the underside, her soft lips rubbing and stroking over you as she moves her head. Shampoo's stats indicated she was always eager to please... just your tiny tweak seems to have done a <i>lot</i> for that tendency.\n\nShampoo continues to work you both over, her hands stroking the lower halves of both dicks constantly whichever one she's sucking and licking. You're actually surprised how little she seems to be biased for Ranma... she seems to be giving you every bit the enthusiastic blowjob she is him, bobbing her head until those pink, pretty lips bump up against her fingers, rolling her eyes up to watch your face as she tongues your balls, and of course doing all of this for her beloved Ranma as well. Ranma keeps just occasionally glancing at the door, and if anything his very mild nervousness gives you an extra thrill, reminding you that the two of you are standing in the middle of an unopen but unlocked restaurant that's supposed to be getting a lunch rush any time now. That and Shampoo's skillful work soon has you coming to the edge, Ranma's gasping and moaning indicating he's there as well. Grinning, Shampoo pulls both of you in closer, sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth wide, pumping you both faster until you and Ranma are both spurting long, thick ropes of cum across her tongue and into her mouth, though plenty of it still winds up on her lips and cheeks.\n\nClosing her mouth and very visibly swallowing, Shampoo stands up and picks up a napkin off of a table, dabbing delicately at her face as if she'd had some slightly messy soup. "Mm, is good not start shift hungry," she announces as if it were a very important bit of news, nodding firmly once before giving her wicked grin again. "Well! Husband and husband-cousin has had some fuck, want ramen since is almost opening time?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Have some ramen and go.|RanPP]]

Hm. Shampoo had the bigger boobs, right? And wore the cute little tiny Chinese outfits? Yeah, okay, choice made. Before you answer Ranma though, you touch the pendant again to bring up the debug menu. It looks like various people inside the nearby buildings are in range... oop, better go ahead and disable Mousse and Cologne since they're directly inside the building, that's not just tempting fate that's slapping it in the face, otherwise. Now, as to Shampoo herself...\n\nThe way you see it, you have two options. You can either lower her (already rather low) inhibitions and ramp up her (already somewhat high) libido each by a little bit, but it should be enough that as long as you have Ranma with you, she'd be up for pretty much anything no question... in other words, Easy Mode. Or you could just leave her as is and see if you and Ranma can talk her into it... she probably wouldn't be willing to get quite so wild and insane, but it'd be a somewhat more "authentic" experience you suppose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Easy Mode.|RanPP12x3]]\n\n[[Authenticity.|RanPP]]

Yeah, better to stick together. The laws of narrative causality this sim probably runs on might run you over, but you'll deal with that if and when it happens. Now, if you want to have a bit of threesome fun, you're probably going to need to tweak Ranma a bit more. Opening up his profile again, you consider for a few moments before increasing his libido (more like activating it, geez it was set low), and lowering his general fear of getting caught doing anything that might cause one of his fiancees to become enraged if she sees him with another one. After a few moments' consideration, you move his sexuality slider over a little from 'Heterosexual' to a setting you figure probably counts as 'Subconsciously Curious'. \n\nYou close out the menu, and Ranma blinks, looking as if he might briefly have been aware of something odd happening. Then he shrugs a little and glances over. "So, you decided or what?" He doesn't seem that different... maybe a little more relaxed, now that he doesn't have a vague backround worry about being splattered for any misstep with one of the girls that likes him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ukyo.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanPP12x2]]

"I'm Cypher," you admit, deciding at this point to just go with being honest and hope for some mercy. "And I'll go with you if you let these two go."\n\nThe two turn their helmets slightly towards each other, and after a moment the bronze-masked one says, "That's not a Thassalonian accent, and seems a dumb tale to come up with, considering."\n\n"It's true. My ship has... had... functions that could do it, and it was necessary in the crash," you assert. "I won't put up a fight so long as these two get to safety. I mean, it was Orkin that sent you, right? He's pissed at me, not them."\n\n"That old bastard is pissed at everything and everyone, but you're probably right," the bronze-helmeted one says, one hand dropping a bit towards his belt. "Fair enough though, surrender on reasonable conditions. You gonna have a problem with that, Nyx?"\n\n"... Hnnnnnh..." The black-armored figure lowers its weapon, the motion abrupt enough to carry a certain amount of disgust, their distorted, slightly staticy voice saying, "This one doesn't have the gumption to put on a show. And without that, the droids wouldn't be nearly as fun to play with. Their fear and pain tastes like... artificial sweetener," they add in a disdainful tone. The armored form pivots and stalks off, motions both slightly too smooth and slightly too mechanical. "All yours, Hanlon."\n\nThere's a long silence where the one who's left (Hanlon, apparently) just waits, before finally moving that hand away from his belt. "Alright then. Let's go. No sudden moves, and no funny business, alright?"\n\nAs he marches you back to his ship, you glance over your shoulder at him. "What about Two and Three?"\n\n"The Amis? I'll get them to a safe port and let them off," Hanlon says with a negligent shrug, still keeping his blaster aimed at all of you. "Somewhere other than Milsap, obviously. From there they can call someone to come get them or whatever."\n\n"Or we'll get snapped up by the first droid dealer who sees us and doesn't care that he doesn't have our ownership files," Three says flatly.\n\nTwo winces visibly enough that you can tell that's obviously a very real possibility, so you stop your march. Hanlon frowns. "C'mon, keep moving, I really don't want to have to stun you, Cede, especially since you're wearing someone else's body."\n\n"You told me you'd get these two somewhere safe," you answer, turning around to face him.\n\n"And I will. Whether they stay safe after they get there isn't my problem. I've got no problem doing a <i>little</i> extra work for someone else's sake, especially if it makes the current job go smoother, but I learned a long time ago that if you just keep being generous then everyone will expect a galactic arm and a stellar egg. Now go on, get moving."\n\nHanlon seems pretty firm on this, you doubt just arguing with him will get him to change his mind. You're either going to have to accept what he said and hope for the best, or try to offer him some further incentive to go a little more above and beyond.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bargain with him.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Resume walking.|Cypher]]

Ah, all of the possibilities, you think as you look over the Reptrin slave in front of you, her eyes reverently downcast. Obviously this part of the scenario is meant to be heavily sandboxed, meaning you can do whatever you want... presumably including Baru. So now you just need to decide what to do <i>first</i> really.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just lounge about and watch the invasion for awhile.|TriObserveStart]]\n\n[[Go to the 'Oversight Room'.|TriRoomStart]]\n\n[[Head down and take part in the ground assault.|TriGroundStart]]\n\n[[See a visitor.|TriVisitorStart]]\n\n[[Go oversee the invasion from the bridge.|TriBridgeStart]]\n\n[[Make use of Baru.|TriBaruStart]]\n\n<<set $Ranma_used to "false">>\n<<set $Akane_used to "false">>\n<<set $Nabiki_used to "false">>\n<<set $Kasumi_used to "false">>\n<<set $Shampoo_used to "false">>\n<<set $Ukyo_used to "false">>\n<<set $Ryoga_used to "false">>\n<<set $Tatewaki_used to "false">>\n<<set $Mousse_used to "false">>\n<<set $Kodachi_used to "false">>\n<<set $Mio_used to "false">>\n<<set $Usagi_used to "false">>\n<<set $Makoto_used to "false">>\n<<set $Lala_used to "false">>\n<<set $Konata_used to "false">>\n\n\n\n\n<<set $Ranma_done to "false">>\n<<set $Akane_done to "false">>\n<<set $Nabiki_done to "false">>\n<<set $Kasumi_done to "false">>\n<<set $Shampoo_done to "false">>\n<<set $Ukyo_done to "false">>\n<<set $Ryoga_done to "false">>\n<<set $Tatewaki_done to "false">>\n<<set $Mousse_done to "false">>\n<<set $Kodachi_done to "false">>\n<<set $Mio_done to "false">>\n<<set $Usagi_done to "false">>\n<<set $Makoto_done to "false">>\n<<set $Lala_done to "false">>\n<<set $Nefara_done to "false">>\n\n\n<<set $comefromroom to "false">>\n<<set $roomvisited to "false">>\n<<set $comefromquarters to "false">>\n<<set $earthvisited to "false">>\n<<set $comefromearth to "false">>\n<<set $comefromharem to "false">>\n<<set $bridgevisited to "false">>\n<<set $comefrombridge to "false">>\n<<set $haremstarted to "false">>\n<<set $haremvisited to "false">>\n<<set $captivelistvisited to "false">>\n<<set $markedtargetvisited to "false">>\n<<set $visitorsseen to "false">>\n<<set $trophy to "false">>\n<<set $justwatchedvideo to "false">>\n<<set $haremdelete to "false">>

Oh, this one must be based on that super-popular gacha game that everyone's always talking about, right? Of course like the others it definitely sounds like it's a heavily sexualized version. Still, that's not exactly a problem for you, you think as you tap the listing.\n\nImmediately you find yourself standing in a largely featureless white room, the only thing marking the walls a set of couches built into them and a door at either end. You blink a few times, then look down at yourself. Well... you're back to being a guy, at least? You look like you're probably about the same as you were before all these weird alterations happened, maybe just a little taller (older?) and maybe more well-built. You're wearing black slacks and some sort of white uniform jacket with a high collar.\n\nAs you're still processing the sudden change, one of the doors opens and a very cute girl walks in. She seems maybe sixteen or seventeen, with mid-neck-length pink hair and purple eyes behind simple black-rimmed glasses. She's wearing a white-collared black dress with a just-below-the-hips length skirt and a red tie, with shiny black pantyhose underneath it and a white and grey hoodie jacket over it, a pair of plain brown boots on her feet.\n\n"Oh good, you're here, Senpai," she says by way of greeting as she walks over. "It was such a long flight, I'm sure that you'll want me to go over the entire reason you're here and everything about yourself again in case you forgot."\n\n"... Right," you answer. It seems like there might be some less awkward way to lead into an infodump here, but apparently whoever wrote this program wasn't particularly bothered by that.\n\n"I'm Mash Kyrielight, officially assigned to be your personal assistant and partner," she says by way of introduction, clasping her hands and bowing to you. "I will handle whatever needs you have to the best of my ability while you're here at Chaldea assisting with the Conquest Order."\n\n"Right. The Conquest Order," you echo, since you're not sure if you need to prompt her to continue.\n\n"Yes. You see, Senpai, Servants... the magically embodied personifications of figures of history and legend... have been manifesting across the world and at different points in history where they shouldn't be, causing disruptions both to society and the timeline," Mash explains. "These Servants must be not only defeated but 'brought to heel' so that even after being returned to the Throne of Heroes, where they manifest from, they won't come right back and cause more disruptions. Thus they must be 'conquered'."\n\n"Um, and I'm here to do the conquering?"\n\n"Correct, Senpai. While you are from a Mage family of little esteem, it has been discovered that you yourself contain two unique magical abilities. The first being a minor one but helpful for this mission, the innate ability to change at will between all three sexes-" Wait what? "-but the second and most important is your extremely high affinity for interacting with Servants. Since this mission will require you to bond with numerous Servants, no one else but you is suitable for this mission. Otherwise, we would have to bring in a new individual for every single Servant we detected causing a disruption."\n\nOkay, so that makes sense so far. "So how do I 'conquer' a Servant?"\n\nMash's pale cheeks color a little. "Um. Well. Servants are already set up to transfer mana, which is magical energy, between individuals through... sexual intercourse," she murmurs, squirming just a little. "So performing a mana transfer with a rogue Servant is really the only way to bind them to you so that their Saint Graph... the essence of their existence... can be altered to make sure they don't go rogue anymore."\n\n"Ah." Well. You guess that makes sense, this is after all obviously a porn game, so why not make it so you have to have sex with hot figures from legends to accomplish your goals? And you guess you can see now why the ability to change sex would be useful for that too. Curious about that, you just sort of give it a try, attempting to turn into a girl. Instantly there's a soft <i>vwm</i> noise and you instantly shrink by at least several inches, your hair falling down past your shoulders, your chest pushing outward into a pair of not huge but fairly large breasts, and your pants change into a skirt, showing off bare legs and a more feminine pair of boots. Mash gives a little jump at the sudden change, blinking at you a few times, then gawking a little as you attempt the 'third' option, your height returning and your breasts growing just slightly larger, and a distinct feeling of extra weight pressing against the front of your underwear down below as well emerging, your bare legs taking on a thicker, slightly more powerful but still feminine build. Blushing a bit yourself now, you return to male form and clear your throat. "Okay, so, I get it. I guess it's up to me to handle this Conquest Order."\n\n"Yes, Senpai," Mash agrees, sounding relieved but also a little breathless, squirming her hips around for a moment. Then she clears her throat and says, "Oh, before we go meet the Director, I'm supposed to give you your choice of your first Mystic Code. It's a magical item that will give you access to a particular passive effect and active spell that will be useful in conquering Servants," she says, taking a slim black box from behind her back and opening it.\n\nYou eye the little quartet of what look like bracelet charms resting in the box. All four of them seem to be variants on an elaborate 'CO' emblem, but in different colors and with different accents. The first one is red and has a little spade-tipped tail curling away from it, the second looks like it's made of damascus steel to give it a swirly, rippling pattern, the third seems to be made of glass and is filled with a flowing liquid that keeps changing colors, and the fourth is made of gold and has a little crown atop it. "And I can only pick one, right?"\n\n"Yes, Senpai. Eventually you'll be able to use multiple Mystic Codes, but your body needs to acclimate to one first," Mash answers, which you guess is a good enough justification for not letting you have all of the toys at the start. "The first is the Lust Mystic Code... its passive effect is that Servants will be more naturally attracted to you, and its spell is a sort of aphrodisiac effect," she explains, her face rather red. "The second is the Fascination Mystic Code... its passive effect is that Servants will be more likely to listen to and be convinced by you, and its spell is a sort of hypnotic state. The third is the Alteration Mystic Code... its passive effect is that Servants will respond more to your own state of being, and the spell is that you can alter the physical aspects of their Saint Graph. The fourth is the Lord Mystic Code... Servants will see you as a person of stature and authority due to its passive effect, and its spell will immediately force them to obey you."\n\nWow, sounds pretty OP. So there's gotta be a catch. "What are the limits on the spell use?"\n\n"You can only use them once per day," Mash cautions. "Attempting to use them more than that can have highly unstable results, including backfires. Obviously, there will be times where there is more than one Servant to handle in a given situation, so you'll have to use your ingenuity as well as Servants you've already conquered as well. Of course, once a Servant is bonded to you, you'll also be able to use your Command Seals... three a day... to achieve a number of temporary effects that can mimic these abilities. Now, which Mystic Code would you like to start with?"<<set $code = 3>>\n\n<hr>\n[[The Lust Code.|FLO]]\n\n[[The Fascination Code.|FLO]]\n\n[[The Alteration Code.|FLOAltCodeTake]]\n\n[[The Lord Code.|FLO]]\n\n[[... There's gotta be like a godmode or something...|FLO]]

You barely even hear her command, you're too busy staring at that massive cock, your jaw having dropped. An actual futanari! Here in front of you!\n\n"... Hey. Hey, I said look into my-" The pale redhead starts in annoyance, before apparently noticing where you're staring. Her lips slowly curl up in a grin, especially as your face flushes when her cock starts to harden. "Oh, you like this, do you?" she coos, reaching down to stroke herself with one hand, the long, white pole wobbling and shaking a little less with each stroke as it thickens. "I guess I don't even need to mesmerize you, hm? You've got such a bad case of cock-lust that you'll do anything I ask, won't you?"\n\nYou swallow and nod, finally looking up at her, squirming at the stiffness of your cock inside your jeans. That luscious female form, with that practically horse-sized cock attached? It's every bit of porn you've ever sought out on the internet. At your look, her grin widens, fangs peeking over her lips.\n\n"Alright then. Get out of your clothes and get over here. Put my balls on your face."\n\nYou practically can't strip down fast enough, shedding your clothes and almost running over to her to fall on your knees in front of her, your own hard, much smaller cock jutting up from your crotch as you lean in to press your face against her smooth white sack. You moan like a slut as you rub your nose into it, letting it rest over your eyes as you run your hands worshipfully up and down her thighs and hips. You tilt your head back, tongue lapping out to stroke over the silky, porcelain-colored skin.\n\n"Mmm, there's a good slut," the dickgirl vampire coos, stroking a hand over your hair. "Suck my balls like a proper whore and I'll fuck that little bitch throat of yours for you."\n\nYou begin tongue-worshiping her balls even more eagerly now, moaning and squeezing at her curvy, yielding hips as you lean in towards her sack. Her balls are almost too big to fit in your mouth, but you do your best, sucking at one and working your tongue over it, trying to coax it in. Even with just one in your mouth your jaw feels stretched, your eyes rolling a little as you suck the fat ball as if your life depended on it. Finally you pull back, gasping, before tilting your head and repeating the process with the other. After that you wash your tongue over her sack as much as you can, making soft, desperate little noises of arousal as your own prick drips pre onto the floor.\n\n"Fffuck yes... you're an eager piece of ass," she murmurs. "Alright, bitch, you can call me Mistress Ame, but for now I've got a better use for that mouth than saying anything at all. Get up on the bed on your back, with your head draped over the side. Gonna need a nice straight shot to fuck your face."\n\nTrembling with excitement, you rise to your feet and walk over to the bed, settling down on it as directed, letting your head fall over the side and looking at her upside down as you open your mouth wide and jut your tongue out. Giggling, she walks over, massive pole swaying back and forth and tits jiggling heavily. She slides her prick along the front of your throat until her balls bump your chin, letting you feel where the head is rubbing against your chest to show just how far down it will go. Your hands clench in the sheets, hips giving a reflexive thrust in desire, your young prick dripping clear, slimy drops onto your belly. Ame mmms as she draws back, then reaches down, her hands fastening like a vice on either side of your head so that you couldn't move or flinch even if you wanted to. Then her fat cockhead presses against your open mouth and pushes forward, forcing your lips to spread wider and your jaw to open further as she forces her way inside. She doesn't stop, either, continuing to move her hips forward with a steady, relentless pace. You gag as her cock pushes at your throat, but then she's pushing forward anyway, forcing the gag to turn into reflexive swallowing and gulping.\n\nShe's merciless in pushing forward, and doesn't stop until the root of her cock is pressed deep between your lips. Only then does she begin thrusting, holding onto your head to keep you in place as she uses you like a sex doll, her heavy white balls slapping against your face. She laughs as you grab your cock with one hand and begin pumping it furiously, your other gripping your balls and fondling them as her own thump into your nose, eyes, and forehead. "Yeah, that's right, jerk that pathetic little cock, bitch," she almost purrs. Actually at eight inches you were one of the most well-hung guys in your year... but you guess next to the massive fuckstick pumping between your lips, it is a small, unimpressive thing. The thought makes you start jerking off all the more furiously, moaning around your new Mistress's prick as you start to cum, spattering your load all over your chest and belly, but not for a moment going limp or stopping your frenzied masturbation.\n\nLaughing again, Ame grabs your wrists and pulls them to the sides, pinning them to the bed as she leans forward. Her massive tits press around your cum-smeared prick as she pumps her own huge white cock down your throat, your spit spurting out a little with her thrusts and dampening her balls, making their slaps against your face even more noticeable. "Oh you're a fun little thing, aren't you? So eager for my dick. Mm, think I'll keep you. Question is, how should I keep you? You're a cute piece of ass now, but I could always change you into something even more suited to being my sex slave. A nice wet pussy to fuck and some big fat tits of your own, or maybe just make you a nice little girlyboi... mm, you decide, pet. Just think it to me since your mouth is kinda full!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to be her bimbo slut.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[You want to be her hot little piece of asspussy.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[You want to be her pet bitch.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[You want to be her fucktoy.|HHHVampDick1x3]]

You want to be her toy, you think, delirious with bliss at feeling her cock fucking your throat, her massive tits engulfing your prick, her strong body completely dominating you. You want to be used however she feels like, with no choice of your own, forever.\n\n"Oooo, a very proper wish for a nice little slut like you," Ame chirps, suddenly straightening up and pulling her spit-dripping dick out of your mouth, leaving you gasping and shuddering, your face flushed and wet as you stare up at her. "Let's make it come true!"\n\nShe abruptly flips you over and then drags you around, grabbing your waist and lifting it up, your legs dangling over the side of the bed and feet off the floor. You brace your hands on the bed and glance over your shoulder, but then are forced to throw your head back in pleasure as she abruptly drives her throbbing undead dick deep into your ass, your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling out, your cock immediately spurting another load all over the bedcovers. Your stiff cock bounces and sways under you, dripping cum as she begins pounding into your eager, previously virgin ass, her heavy tits bouncing energetically with every thrust.\n\n"Mmm, nice and tight, but you can get tighter, like a good fucktoy should be," the dickgirl vampire coos, her purple eyes flashing. You can feel her cock starting to get thicker and longer inside you, growing bigger with every thrust... no, wait, it's that you're shrinking! Your body grows smaller with every thrust, until your hands are lifted off the bed, her own wrapped more firmly around your middle pumping you back and forth along her prick as your limbs sway underneath you. But as you grow smaller your arms and legs begin to shrink too. The bulge of her dick in your stomach slides further and further up as your body gets smaller, going impossibly deep, until you can actually feel it bulging up your throat. And then your lips are forced into a wide O as her cock pushes out of them from behind.\n\nYour arms and legs completely disappear into your body, soon followed by your shrunken cock as it gives one last tiny spurt of cum before being absorbed back into you. Your face gradually disappears as well, shrinking into the jiggly, flesh-colored eight-inch tube your body has become, leaving you as nothing more than a textured sleeve stretched around her throbbing prick. You can still somehow see her, looming huge above you, mostly just those massive, jiggling white tits as well as the swaying of her balls and her crotch bumping against you as she works you along her monster prick.\n\nFinally she gives a sweet cry, squeezing your jiggly little body and yanking you all the way down on herself as she spurts a good gallon of cum through the air, spraying it all over the bed. She pants softly, taking her hands away, leaving you speared on her dick as she makes her way around the room, letting you feel her gradually going soft inside you. But her girth and length is more than enough to keep you buried around the bottom of her cock as she changes the bedsheets, her eyes not even wandering towards you as if already having forgotten you'd ever been anything more than the jiggly little onahole she's turned you into.\n\nOnly once she's finished cleaning up does she grip you with one hand and slide you off of her length, her limp cock dropping out of you and your body resuming its new shape of a tube with an asshole-shaped pucker at one end and a blank opening at the other. Grinning, she sets you down on the nightstand and makes her way back over to her coffin.\n\n"Well, see you later. Maybe. I'll probably feel like using you... once a month. Or year. Depending."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HHHVampDick1xEnd]]

You kind of like purple, and it's an unusual color to see in a place like this. You walk over and reach out to touch the coffin lid, bracing for it to suddenly swing open and for some mannequin or something to fling forward and go 'BLEEE-BRUH-BRUH-BRUH!' or whatever.\n\nThe coffin lid does suddenly swing open, making you jump a little, but you go stumbling backwards when instead of some cheap animatronic, an actual person climbs out. A very naked, very... extreme-proportioned person. Certainly it looks like a woman, with long, deeply red hair swaying down her back as she moves. It's hard to say it's not a woman with those massive tits jiggling with her movements as well, each one at least as big as your head, probably bigger, each one capped by an extremely pale pink nipple, probably only visible because the rest of her is so white as well. Except as your eyes take in her flat, toned stomach and round curvy hips, they're also unable to deny the truly massive cock hanging between her legs, practically brushing her knees as it too sways, massive, pale hairless balls bobbling below the limp shaft like apples. \n\n"Hhhha, it was so stuffy in there, I was feeling quite compressed," she says in a smooth, sweet voice, running her hands over her massive tits. ... You're now fairly certain that they're what caused the lid to go flinging open like that. Her pale pink lips curl up in a smile as she looks at you, purple eyes glittering brightly. "Oooo, a cute one, too. Come, boy, look into my eyes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look at her eyes.|HHHVampDick2x1]]\n\n[[Stare at her tits.|HHHVampDick]]\n\n[[Stare at her cock.|HHHVampDick1x2]]

You're really nervous about asking to leave... you don't want to wind up molested again in front of all these people. And besides, you also don't want to risk them getting ticked off and making you leave before you can eat. Of course, being so nervous somehow just makes the pressure building down low inside you worse. You squirm and wriggle in your seat, desperately trying to ignore the feeling.\n\nThe food arrives eventually... Mai ordered you spaghetti and meatballs despite the fanciness of the restaurant, as if to drive home that you were eating off of the kids' menu. Still, food is food, and for a little while you're able to distract yourself from the pressure that is now starting to get painful. Just a little bit more, you think, just a little bit more, assuming that no one wants dessert...\n\nThen, a bit distant, a restaurant employee opens the top of the lobster tank to get one out. The sound of bubbling, moving water is all it takes to erode the last of your willpower, and you can feel warmth and wetness start in your lap as the front of your girlish pink panties quickly soaks through, the arc of your urine hitting the inside of your skirt and quickly soaking it to your legs as well. Tears of humiliation and shame fill your eyes as the smell and then the sound of liquid streaming onto the floor hit Mai and Chun-Li, making them look at you in shock.\n\n"Oh, for!" Mai huffs and throws her napkin down atop the table, then stands and grabs you by the upper arm, pulling you to your feet. "Just... just look at this, why would you... gah!" \n\n"S-sorry," you sniffle, staring down at the ground, but of course able to see the soaked front of your skirt, even more ashamed that it now falls more clearly against the outline of your cock.\n\n"Well obviously I've got to take her home, since apparently she doesn't know how to use the bathroom like a big girl," Mai grumbles, shaking her head. "Chunbuns, would you...?"\n\n"I'll take care of things here," the Chinese woman answers. "But you owe me, and you can start by not calling me Chunbuns."\n\nKeeping her firm grip on your arm, Mai leads you back out of the restaurant. You can hear people murmuring and even snickering as you pass, and can't help but start sniffling, doing your best to keep from exploding into full-on crying... you don't need any extra reinforcement of feeling like a small girl! Mai stops on the sidewalk outside, then just sighs and mutters that the two of you will never get a cab like this and sets off down the sidewalk. You almost quail at the idea of having to walk several blocks at least like this, but her no-nonsense manner keeps you trotting along at her side.\n\nYou're so humiliated by the glances, whispers, and sometimes even outright pointing and laughing you encounter along the way that by the time you arrive back at Mai's apartment building, you're quietly crying, your face solid red and messy. Mai looks at you and huffs out a sigh. "Well, we'd better get you cleaned off." She marches you into the bathroom and strips you out of your clothes, as if not trusting you to do it yourself any more, tossing your piss-soaked panties into the corner with a wet *plp*. She runs the bath, then snags up a wet wipe and cleans your face off.\n\nEven once she's run the bath, she doesn't leave you to it. She orders you to get in, then washes you herself. You'd probably be distracted by her tits wobbling around in her little black dress, pressing against you occasionally or getting splashed with water, if you weren't too consumed with self-pity and feeling ashamed. She cleans off your cock herself, and you do give a little gasp, but despite all the rubbing and how sensitive it feels, there's no reaction... apparently your body is more convinced than ever that you're a girl. Mai then uses some more of the girly Persimmon Princess products to give you a scrubbing, and wraps you in another fluffy pink towel before leading you back into the main room.\n\nChun-Li has apparently just arrived back by the time you're finished with your bath, and is setting down several large bags on the table. "Since our little girl is apparently not ready for big-girl panties," she says in a droll tone. "I thought it prudent to pick up a few things. Like these." With that, she lifts out a large, squarish plastic bag of disposable diapers and thunks it down.\n\n"Oh, hey, good idea," Mai chirps, instantly regaining the rest of her good cheer, since her apparent bad mood had already faded. "Guess we'd better start raising our little girl up right, but from the start!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Meekly submit.|HLMai15x2]]\n\n[[This is too far!|HLMai]]

You're so ashamed with yourself that you can't really argue at this point. You simply watch with a resigned feeling as Mai and Chun-Li work together to unpack all the new purchases. Mai unrolls the oversized pad onto the table, then beckons you over. You walk with meek little bare footsteps, not resisting as Mai relieves you of the towel and then lifts you up and lays you on your back on the new-smelling plastic pad. It crinkles and shifts as you settle onto it, not unlike the sound of the plain white diaper that Mai unfolds. She puts your legs together and lifts them up, sliding the diaper under your raised butt and then lowering it down. You can feel the absorbent padded insides pressing against your sensitive little balls and dick as she fastens the adhesive in place, leaving them snug on you.\n\nMai lifts you up again, quite easily in fact, as if you really weighed no more than a baby. When she sets you down she does it in such a way that you're left on your knees. Chun-Li grins as she fastens a frilly pink bib around your neck, then pokes a big pink pacifier against your lips. With a resigned air you open your mouth and let her pop it inside... then blush as your tongue discovers the shape of the end of it. Giving a few sucks is even more embarrassing since the hard plastic nub filling your mouth is shaped like a cock, meaning that any absent tonguing or sucking of it you do could quite possibly be considered "training".\n\n"Here, go play with your toys," Mai chirps, red-painted lips curled in a bit of a smirk as she passes you a plush train. Resigned, you take the train and then crawl over to the area in front of the couch, your diaper making crinkling, rustling noises with every move as your ass shakes back and forth from your crawling. Your cock also rubs against the inside due to the snug fit, and its increased sensitivity is making you increasingly turned-on, even as you go through the motions of playing with the babyish toy.\n\nMai and Chun-Li take it in turns to wash up, changing into t-shirts and snug but comfortable-looking panties that nevertheless show off their impressive bulges. They sit on the couch to eat cookies, discussing the day's work that didn't involve you. It turns into a steady droning that you tune out much like you used to tune out your own parents, your mind winding up focusing on playing with the stuffed train than it ordinarily might. So much so that when Mai tucks her hands under your arms and lifts you up, you find yourself a little disappointed as she swings you into a carry and heads towards the bed.\n\n"Bedtime!" she announces, Chun-Li already beneath the sheets on the far side of the bed. Mai sets you down in the middle and then slides in as well. "Here, let's let you settle," she coos, pulling the pacifier out of your mouth. She pulls her t-shirt up to bare her large breasts, then guides your head to one. Blushing, you close your mouth around her puffy nipple and begin to suckle. There's nothing coming out, though, and you also find your tongue teasing the stiff nub almost more through reflex than trying to arouse her. Still she moans softly, even as she pets your hair affectionately. "There's a good baby," she encourages.\n\nYou don't even notice when you fall asleep, until you wake up with your head still resting on Mai's bare breasts. The room is just barely lit with very early-morning light, and both Mai and Chun-Li are still asleep. You glance down, and notice that both also have raging morning wood, their stiff poles turning the comfy, stretchy panties into tall tents with the legholes stretched away from their hips. You blush at the sight, realizing that they might want you to... help out with that. It would certainly be their idea of being a good daughter, to judge by what they've done so far...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a "good girl".|HLMaiplaceholder]]\n\n[[Just get some more rest.|HLMaiplaceholder]]

You tap the 'Blackmailer Blackmailed' option, and some text reading 'Scenario Start' flashes briefly in front of you before disappearing when you minimize your menu again.\n\nNabiki suddenly frowns. "Actually maybe it's good that you dropped by. I was thinking maybe you could do me a little... favor."\n\n"Hm? Favor? What's up?" you ask innocently, as if not aware of exactly where this is leading.\n\n"One of my... associates... has decided she'd like to supplant me as the head entrepeneur at Furinkan High," Nabiki says with a slightly deeper frown, folding her arms over her chest. "Normally this wouldn't be too much of a problem, but she's..." She trails off, obviously uncertain how to continue without dinging her own pride.\n\nSo you ding it for her. "Let me guess, she managed to take compromising photos of <i>you</i> and she's threatening to release them if you don't step back." At her wince, you can't help but grin. "No way, is it worse? She actually wants you to become <i>her</i> little winged monkey?"\n\n"Look I just need you to get the special cell phone I gave her for this kind of photos!" Nabiki snaps back, flumping to sit on the side of her bed. "Ungrateful bitch had the audacity to use the thing to try and take me down."\n\n"So what, you're expecting me to do this out of the goodness of my heart?" you ask mildly, smirk still in place.\n\n"I mean, it'd be nice. Don't you want to help a damsel in distress?" She bats her eyelashes at you, but doesn't bother to hold it more than a few seconds when you seem unmoved. "Fine, how about I erase all of your debt?" As you continue to seem uninterested, she squirms in place. "... And your cousin's, which is way bigger."\n\n"Hm. How about we talk about payment once I get the phone back?" you suggest.\n\nNabiki makes a face, then lets out a long sigh and shrugs. "Fine, fine. But <i>only</i> as long as you don't look at it, you hear?" she adds, stabbing a finger towards you. "You so much as try and enter the password once, and I'll make your life a living Hell!"\n\nYou're pretty sure she's incapable of even making your life inconvenient, according to the cheat menu, but you hold up your hands as if in submission as you back up towards the door. "Okay, okay. I'll go find Ryonami and get the phone, then be right back. Anything I should tell her?"\n\n"I don't care what you have to do, just get the phone," Nabiki answers with an eyeroll. \n\nAh which means she plans to blame everything on you if Ryonami kicks up a fuss with someone. Luckily! Well, nevermind, reminding yourself of it is getting old. Instead you pop open your menu again and find the setting that lets you search for NPCs, seeking out Ryonami via her connection to Nabiki. You follow the guiding line of light in the air, enjoying the fact that your current body can not only run ridiculously fast but take Spider-Man-like leaps through the air. Soon you're in town and spot a girl with several others, the guide line pointing to her. She has long orange curls and is wearing expensive designer labels in a rather show-offy style, with a brightly-colored 'designer punk' long jacket over a white top and little short skirt and bright purple tights.\n\nSo let's see, follow her a few moments... wait for the others to be looking away... then bound down, grab her by the waist, and leap away with her, her yelp of surprise not even alerting her friends in time for them to turn around and see. As far as they're concerned she's just gone, and within seconds you're a few blocks away.\n\n"W-what? Ah, it's you!" Ryonami yelps as you set her down and step back, fear obvious on her face. "N-Nabiki sent you, didn't she?!"\n\n"Yup. Guess that means you know what she wants, huh?" you ask with a grin, tucking your hands behind your head.\n\n"W-well, it's... it's in a safe location," Ryonami splutters, glancing away very deliberately even as she clutches her purse against her front. "You can't intimidate it out of me, I'll never tell!"\n\n<hr>\n[["How about we team up instead?"|RanDeb]]\n\n[["I've got a lot of menu options that can make you change your mind."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Maybe a little rape will make you feel like talking."|RanDeb]]\n\n[["Nothing some violence can't solve."|RanDeb]]

You recall that there were three other cute girls that lived here, and you guess there's also the old guys that live here, you kinda wonder what mischief you could get up to involving them.\n\nAnyway, popping open the menu shows the list:\n\n[[Akane|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Nabiki|RanDeb3x3]]\n\n[[Kasumi|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Soun & Genma|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Happosai|RanDeb]]

Ah right, the money-hungry one. Tapping her selection brings up a glowing line in the air that leads to one of the nearby doors in the hallway you're standing in. Not exactly a difficult search, then. You walk over and knock on the door.\n\n"Yeah?" comes the call from inside.\n\n"It's Eric," you answer, since apparently part of the sim is that they know who you are.\n\n"Yeah? What do you want?"\n\n"Just to come in for a minute."\n\nAfter a few seconds, the door opens, Nabiki stepping back and looking at you a little dubiously, the short-haired girl revealed to be wearing a fairly snug green shirt and little denim shorts. But after a moment she shrugs. "Well, whatever, come on in, then."\n\nYou step inside and notice that again, the notification pops up on your window's Scenarios tab. You bring it up to the fore, Nabiki freezing in place in the midst of shutting the door.\n\nHm, okay, she's definitely cute... and haughty, and smug, and condescending, you recall from what you watched of the show. So it might be fun to take her down a peg or two. A glance at the menu shows that the Devices tab is greyed out... huh, maybe it's mostly for bigger stuff and there's not room in here, Ranma's room was quite a bit more open and undecorated after all. So what to use?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the Potions.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Start a scenario.|RanDeb3x4]]\n\n[[Rape her.|RanDeb]]

Eh, there's a whole sim to wander around in... no reason to stay in here. You fiddle with the menu so you can keep it up but minimized to the side, then wave at Ranma. "Goin' out!"\n\n"'Kay~, later," he calls absently, apparently absorbed in doing... absolutely nothing.\n\nYou head out into the hallway, and notice a shift from the menu. Bringing it back up you notice that the 'Scenarios' tab has a notification... apparently it shifts for wherever you are, offering different options. Huh.\n\nThere's also a tab listing 'Area Available NPCs'... apparently since you're in the Tendo household, it's going to list everyone around in case you want to go find them or whatever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go find someone.|RanDeb3x2]]\n\n[[Start a scenario.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Go outside.|RanDeb6x1]]

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Not literally, of course, this isn't a cartoon, you have enough biology knowledge to know that encasing someone in a block of ice would wind up more "Demolition Man" than "Looney Toons". You quickly focus power and thought through your stone and then cast it out through your hand, murmuring a word as you do. The sprawled ninja twitches once, with her entire body, and then goes completely still. As in, not blinking and not really noticeably breathing. The spell you used is one Hazel pointed you at in her personal books as valuable for self-defense, especially once you had an enemy already down. It's not quite paralysis, and not quite temporal stasis, but some sort of meeting point between the two. She should still be aware of everything around her, but her body's functions are otherwise slowed to the point she'll probably have one heartbeat every day. And with her low magic resistance, you're betting the spell will stay in place until you remove it.\n\nYou lower your hand after a moment, satisfied that it looks like you've got the intruder under control. You head over to the wall panel to bump up the alert level, just in case... if any of her friends come looking for her, they can deal with the automated defenses instead of your mercy. Focusing on the matter at hand, or rather the ninja at hand, you turn back to her still form, practically mannequin-like in its immobility. Well... still... you should probably tie her up or something before your family gets back, just in case she does somehow manage to come out of it. You push her over onto her back, and hesitate just a little as those big tits wobble... her cells might be practically in stasis, but physics still works on her body just fine, looks like.\n\nYou can't really help but get a number of ideas that aren't particularly worthy of a wannabe superhero. Look you're a teenage guy alone in the house with a helpless and gorgeously thicc ninja who was clearly going to try and kill you, how could you not get ideas? Doesn't mean you have to <i>act</i> on them, obviously!\n\n... Although you could...\n\n<hr>\n[[No, no!|RunFF16x4]]\n\n[[Oh, yes yes.|RunFF]]

Maybe just getting some food in you will perk up your mood. Trying to get yourself in the frame of mind of just being a teenage boy who's got the house to himself, you order up your favorite pizza, which eventually gets delivered via secure dumbwaiter. Munching on a slice, you try to turn your thoughts towards fun things you could do with your evening with no one around, like, ohhhh, maybe watch something lewd on your TV in your room. You're just psyching yourself up for some likely uninterrupted masturbation time when one of the panels set in the kitchen wall bleeps.\n\n... Uh-oh. Sir Rupert thoroughly schooled you on the meaning of all the various beeps, chimes, bworps, and chirps that the building's computer makes. That one's the 'There's an intruder but I want to alert you without the intruder realizing I've alerted you' bleep. Luckily by now your magical studies and Hazel's advice have taught you to keep cool under pressure, so you simply slip your left hand into your pocket and come up with a focus stone. You don't cast magic through it, it's not a wand, more like you build the spells and effects you want to use by running them through the channels and circles carved on its surface first before sending them through your dominant hand to cast them. It's not necessary, but it is helpful, and if it's an invader in this particular building you doubt they're here for the bluray player and silver candlesticks.\n\nYou check the panel to determine where the intruder is, and head out to cut them off. You slip along a few hallways quietly, and then peek around a corner into a hallway. Mostly you can see a hooded silhouette... a silhouette shapely enough that you're definitely pretty sure it's a girl. A curvaceous girl at that. They seem to be wearing a hood and probably a skintight bodysuit. A villain? Or just some hero who doesn't know better than to sneak into another hero's base without knocking. Well, if it's the latter, you guess the requisite hero fight is necessary. Concentrating, you channel a force spell through the stone in your left hand, raising your right as you step out and call "Don't move!"\n\nThe figure whirls, and you definitely catch a glint of metal in one of its hands. That's enough for you to cast the force spell outward right at her. The weird thing is that when it hits her, she yelps and is flung back most of the length of the hallway, thudding to the ground with a single roll and landing on her side, the weapon having gone clattering off in another direction entirely. You blink, just briefly... that was weird. Not even so much at how far she got flung, but what you felt when the spell made contact... or rather what you didn't feel. You and some of the students at school have done very basic duel training that involved casting minor spells at each other, and to a greater or lesser degree you always felt a vague resistance on some intangible part of yourself. It varied in strength, but the teachers explained that what you were feeling was magic resistance, and that virtually everyone has some amount of it. This person must have virtually none. Reaching over, you quickly flick on the light before moving forward to confront her... and then hesitate just a little, more in a bit of wonder than anything else.\n\nHer feminine outline wasn't so clear because she was wearing a skintight bodysuit, but rather because she's wearing hardly anything at all. She's wearing a hood, alright, that just caps her shoulders, blue with a white design on the trim, it coming up over her white hair, which frames her pretty brown face (the lower half of which is covered by a dark, slightly translucent mask)... with one yellow eye and one red eye. But up top, besides a thin strap going between the flaps of the hood's capelet, all she's wearing is a very scanty purple and black lace-trimmed bustier, the front of it coming up in teardrop-shaped cups that don't hide all that much of her very large breasts. Down below all she's wearing is a knife belt and a pair of panties that matches the bustier top, and covers virtually none of her fairly bountiful hips and butt. Her thick thighs are hugged by the tops of her leather boots, which have downturned tops and flat soles.\n\n<img src="images/Teafa.jpg">\n\nShe's on her side and has partially pushed herself up, but she seems fairly shocked to see you too. Still, since you can see the straight, serrated-edged knife made of what looks like red steel laying on the floor a short distance away, you're assuming she's not a visiting hero... one of those would have no reason to have a weapon out. Better follow up on your initial attack before she gets her wits about her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Threaten her.|RunFF18x1]]\n\n[[Mind whammy her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Transform her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Freeze her.|RunFF16x3]]\n\n[[Blast her.|RunFF]]

"I think I'm gonna head home, guys," you tell them. "Even if my family winds up busy, I still want to spend some time with them. Sorry."\n\n"Nothing to be sorry about, Amazing, your situation more than warrants it. Thatcher and I will still be here when you get back, assuming he hasn't run off after a mouse."\n\n"Only thing mousey around here is that hair of yours."\n\nSnickering, you start packing your things up to go, sending a text to your mother about how you've made up your mind and will be home. It's still a bit embarrassing when she gives you a big hug in public when she shows up to collect you, but only a bit. Soon you're back home in the skyscraper, being shown inside and trading more hugs... only to deflate a little as there's a familiar chiming that echoes through the whole apartment level.\n\n"Oh, of all the <i>rotten</i> timing," Hazel says with a huff.\n\n"Sorry, son, looks like we'll need to head out." Sir Rupert glances at his watch and sighs. "It's the Guard Company calling for help, that means it must be a big one. We may not be back tonight, son."\n\n"Hey, brush your teeth and say your prayers, we'll go out and have some fun when we all get back, alright?" Elaine assures you, ruffling your hair roughly.\n\nAnd just like that, they're all rushing off towards the transporter. Rubbing the back of your neck, you shake your head. Should've known.\n\nYou flop down on the couch and try to distract yourself for about an hour by channel surfing as the afternoon outside slowly turns to evening, the sky going all purple and then almost black. You resist the urge to actually check the news for what might be happening in Palladium City or America in general... it'd only make you anxious, since there's not anything you could do about it. If the whole world's not in danger, you'd rather not know until it's settled one way or another. Though finally you admit that this isn't working and turn off the TV with a sigh. Obviously you can't just lounge around here doing nothing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head back to school.|RunMS3x1]]\n\n[[Order dinner.|RunFF16x2]]

"You have to take me with you," you inform her, squaring your shoulders. "Or after you're in, I'll just copy the spell and go myself. Or, if I have to, I'll steal some Imaginarium from Dad and use that to go in."\n\n"Eric!" Hazel gasps, looking honestly scandalized as she puts a hand to her chest. "I can't believe what I'm hearing! I've seen you become such a responsible, mature young man, and now here you are making demands and <i>threats</i> about something so dangerous! What's gotten into you?!"\n\n"What's gotten into me is the thought of my mom going into danger by herself," you reply evenly, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking. "And if I have to be irresponsible and demanding to help keep you safe, and if that sinks my chances to be a superhero or even if it means you send me away, then I'll still do it because you're my mom and if I can help keep you safe I will."\n\nHazel at first looks shocked by what you're saying, but as you continue her expression softens. Finally she draws you into an embrace and kisses the top of your head, petting your hair for a few moments before she responds. "... I think you're going to make a very fine superhero indeed. Alright then, we'll go together."\n\nSoon she's painted some small sigils and runes on the ninja's forehead, and prepared a set of spell circles on the floor for yourself and her. You blush some at the necessity of you both getting naked, but apparently the more air-to-skin contact the better for this spell, to maximize the flow of magic between all of you. Pushing your embarrassment (and any temptation to look over at your mother because dang yo) down, you instead calm and focus your mind, evening yourself out and putting everything into precisely echoing Hazel's soft chanting as she incants the dream invasion spell. It's a weird sensation, both like falling asleep and becoming steadily more aware, like you're drifting away from your body and taking your body with you at the same time, drawing in closer to the ninja girl but also flying up high to somewhere far beyond where you are.\n\nAnd then suddenly you find yourself standing on damp green grass that's ticklish against your bare toes. The sky overhead is lightly grey, and something that you could only call 'directed mist' is falling from the sky. There are a number of slightly odd-looking buildings a short distance ahead... not only is the architectural style strange, somewhat Asian but also something else, but the proportions are a bit off, some of the buildings obviously too big in proportion to others, others so small that people wouldn't properly fit in them, and some bearing addons that couldn't possibly be structurally supported. "Where... are we?"\n\n"Hm, somewhere in Scotland, I think? The weather is certainly a dead ringer."\n\nYou turn towards Hazel's voice and almost choke. That's your mother, alright, but she's wearing something almost exactly like the ninja was, albeit in shades of green, white, and gold rather than blue, purple, and black. It's also even skimpier on her even more voluptuous form, the panties practically a thin strap going down the front of her crotch, not quite covering the entirety of her pussylips, her nipples poking around the edges of the bustier's cups like a sunrise over a mountain. You quickly turn away, stammering, "Oh geez, look what you're wearing!"\n\n"Mmm, yes, it looks like we've been slotted into a dream of her home and peers, by the looks of things," Hazel muses aloud, before clearing her throat and adding in a rather amused tone, "And by 'we' I mean 'take a look at yourself', dear."\n\n"Huh?" Somehow you hadn't noticed until it was pointed out that your own clothes have changed too. You look down and... eep! You're wearing some sort of sleeveless one-piece, which is primarily made of fishnets and shaped a lot like one of those 'competition' swimsuits, with high hips and a high collar. The only actual solid part seems to be a solid black material over the front of your crotch, which is hugged up tightly enough to show the entire outline of your cock and balls. ... The fishnet is also see-through enough to show that your nipples have been pierced. Your legs are double-sheathed in almost hip-high fishnet stockings and over-the-knee solid black stockings, both of them leaving your heels and toes bare. You clap your hands against yourself and quickly discover a few more things... there's an expanse of solid black covering most of your back, but your ass is only half-covered and what is covering it is made of fishnets too. You also have on a headband, facemask... and heavily pierced ears. "Th-this outfit...!"\n\n"Focus, dear," your mother murmurs, and when you look back you notice she's diligently looking at the village ahead, and there's just a bit of red on her cheeks too. "Don't get distracted. The more you just accept what you see, the more likely you are to be absorbed into the dream."\n\n"R-right," you murmur, trying to make yourself be calm and not think about this weird lewd girly-ninja outfit you've been put in.\n\n"Stick with me, and remember to keep each other grounded. And if you notice anything that's <i>completely</i> out of place, like a particularly wild thicket, or trees forming a gateway, or any of that sort of thing, stay away from it, it could very likely be a gateway to the Dreaming."\n\nThe two of you set off towards the village. As you get closer you can see people milling about, talking and going through their daily routines... and making out. And fucking. You notice that all of them are attractive and most are obviously aroused even if they're not in the middle of doing something lewd, but that a lot of them are. You do your best to stay focused, though you can feel your newly-pierced ears heating up.\n\n"Mm, well, I suppose she is still fairly young," Hazel muses aloud, glancing around with a casual calm so natural that you have to believe she actually feels it, and you try to help yourself along by assuring yourself that you'll be that unflappable someday. "It isn't terribly surprising that it would be a 'wet dream'."\n\n"Er, will that still work? If it's one of... those dreams."\n\n"Of course." Hazel laughs softly, eyes twinkling behind her spectacles as she glances at you. "People are a bit odd about sex, they have a tendency to subconsciously treat it as some sort of alien thing that grafted itself on to the human condition. So I can see why you might think something 'childish' and 'low' like a wet dream might not work as well as a 'proper' dream. But it's all the same kind of manifestation of the same person, her sexual dreams will work just as well for communicating with her inner mind as a flying dream or a dream about a fancy ball."\n\n"Uh. Okay. Sorry to be so prudish, I guess," you murmur, glancing down.\n\n"Oh, darling, I didn't mean it like that." She turns as if to hug you, then apparently remembers just how close to being naked she is right now and reconsiders, instead petting your hair with one gloved hand. "It's just a natural part of growing up in normal society, and I had those same conscious and subconscious hangups too, when I was your age. You likely won't shed them until after years and years of study and immersion in less mainstream magical processes like the ones I practice, which treat sex and sexuality as a simple, natural part of the human condition and therefore our magical nature."\n\n"... Right." After a second you clear your throat. "Anyway, we should focus, we'll get pulled off mission."\n\n"Ah, thank you, dear, you're right, we almost got sidetracked." Hazel turns and looks around. "Now it's not always the biggest building, but in a dream like this... ah, there," she says, pointing at a large structure that's got a lot of particularly fancy embellishments. "A bit of a 'king of the world' scenario. Let's go."\n\nThe two of you head over and Hazel, after a brief check, opens the door and the two of you step inside. You have to balance and focus a bit since it's less like walking into a house proper and more just suddenly <i>being</i> somewhere else. It somehow has both the look and feel of being a fairly normal living room and a throne room, and sitting on a combination of a couch, bed, and throne is the ninja you captured. Except that her already large breasts are almost twice as big, her hood is woven of pure gold and has crown-like spires on the top, and jutting up from between her spread legs is a truly <i>massive</i> cock. Only its shape keeps her from being literally hung like a donkey, the large brown shaft curved and streaked with both pre and saliva. At least four attractive ninja girls... oh, wait, one of those is definitely a boy, he's just dressed and proportioned even girlier than you are... are pressed in and dancing attendance on her cock with their mouths and hands. Actually, no, you could only call that <i>worship</i>, the other ninjas' expressions reverent as they suck and lick her heavy sack and towering shaft, their hands caressing her with the sort of wonder and awe someone might feel at being allowed to touch God.\n\n"Oh my," Hazel murmurs, putting her fingertips lightly to her already-covered mouth. "That... is quite a case of penis envy she has."\n\n"I thought penis envy was debunked," you say a little distantly, having to fight not to get all distracted from your mingling of embarrassment and arousal at the incredibly lewd scene playing out in front of you. \n\n"Mm, and I'll believe it if you tell me the sight of that thing doesn't make you jealous at all."\n\nNot quite what you meant, but you're too busy giving your own mother a look for saying that. But about that time the enthroned ninja seems to finally notice you, and gestures her attendants to the sides, completely baring her hentai anime-esque body to the two of you. "Who comes before Emprequeen Teafathach, ruler of the world, slayer of the English, and impregnator of millions?!" she booms, her words a flowing mixture of Japanese and Gaelic that you somehow manage to understand perfectly.\n\nYou and Hazel exchange a glance, with Hazel clearly grimacing a bit under her partially see-through mask. 'Slayer of the English', that's not exactly a good starting point for negotiations. "What should we do?" you whisper.\n\n"Well... we can either play along with her dream, which will likely result in us having to... ah, <i>play along</i> with this particular dream... or we can confront her directly. Which will be difficult... this is obviously a power fantasy as well as a wet dream, probably an escapist protection mechanism to shield her from the embarrassment of being overpowered and captured. She's made herself extremely sexually potent as part of her reassurance, I think we can assume she's made herself equally potent in her ninja skills. If it comes to a fight via the confrontation, we will be at a disadvantage."\n\nPlay along with the dream... in other words, you'd have to act like you were one of 'Teafathach's' loyal slaves and worship her cock. You and your mother. Which she doesn't seem too perturbed about, really, she must be falling back on her 'it's just a thing' mindset. And, well, it is just a dream, right? It's not like it "counts" for reality. Still...\n\n<hr>\n[[Play along.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Confront her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Try a different tactic.|RunFF]]

No, you're a magic student, a future superhero, and moreover you're pretty sure you'd get in hella trouble if your parents found out. Best to keep everything on the up and up. You find some zip-ties and turn the ninja onto her front again to tie her hands behind her back and bind her ankles. All the while trying your absolute best not to pay too much attention to her luscious and practically naked form, lest any more of those ideas come back. 'Geez, lady, at this point the only reason you're even wearing this stuff is for decoration, right?' \n\nYou set her in a chair where you can keep an eye on her... albeit not too much of an eye... and settle in nearby, wondering if you should actually try to get in touch with your family. Before you can make up your mind, however, you hear the door of the transporter room open, and Elaine's tired call of, "We're home." You leap up and hurry over, relieved to see that while they do look tired, that's about it, no scorch marks or visible wounds or anything like that. You quickly engage in a round of hugs, before saying, "I hate to pile it on when you guys look like you just want to go to sleep, but there's sort of another issue that needs handling."\n\nA bit later Hazel wanders out of the secure room that the ninja's been locked in, seeming a bit more perked up after a quick potion (which, you noticed, seemed to have coffee as its main ingredient) and having just finished her examination. "You were right, her magic resistance is shockingly low, practically nonexistant. A bad handicap for any sort of assassin in this world, and I can't help but wonder if whoever sent her wasn't trying to get rid of her. But rather than their motivations, there are more pressing questions."\n\n"Like who 'they' are, and how they knew where we lived," you reply, arms folded over your chest.\n\n"Precisely. While it's certainly not impossible that it's the Amazings that were targeted, rather than the Impossible Trio, since your father publicly holds a number of patents and is heavily tied to a number of tech giants, people who have corporate targets tend to send men in turtlenecks and balaclavas rather than practically naked ninjas. And if she didn't have at least some level of supernatural skills or bleeding-edge technology, it's unlikely she'd have been able to get in the building at all, though I can't find any evidence of what she used right now. But yes, if someone has uncovered that the Amazings are the Impossible Trio, we absolutely have to find out who they are and what their intentions were."\n\n"I guess we'll just have to unfreeze her and interrogate her or something, huh? We can get Elaine to turn into something big and scary that looks like it'll eat her if she doesn't answer," you add, smirking and lifting your hands with your fingers curled into claws.\n\nHazel giggles a bit, before clearing her throat, curled fingers in front of her lips. "One thought, but I'm not sure it's our best chance for finding out what we want to know. She could, after all, just lie to us or refuse to answer... if she's actually a ninja I don't expect she'd intimidate easily, and most of the methods we could use to make her talk aren't something I like to use casually. Mm... there is one possibility, though, that the current circumstances make quite feasible."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Her low magic resistance, coupled with already being thoroughly incapacitated by your spell, makes her fully susceptible to a 'dream invasion'. In essence, I would put her to sleep and make sure that she was dreaming, and then enter an enchanted sleep myself that would allow me to go inside her dream. People are far more susceptible to answering questions and spilling secrets in their dreams, obviously... the feeling of everything seeming natural and normal, no matter how odd it is, puts one in a rather pliable state."\n\n"So we could just go in, urge her to talk, and she'd tell us?" you ask, tilting your head.\n\nYour mother hesitates before nodding slowly. "I doubt it will be easy, and to be clear, this would be more dangerous for us than for her... in fact that's why I chose this option, because as opposed to potions or spells that could compel her to tell the truth, the potential for side effects is minimal on her part. But there is danger for anyone that enters her dream. If they lose focus, they could be swept up in the dreamer's fantasy, losing any control over it."\n\n"Uh... I'm guessing that we wouldn't just be fine if we woke up normally, huh?" you murmur, seeing the serious look on her face.\n\n"Dreamtime is, as I'm sure you're aware, quite strange. Even moreso for those who become 'extras' in the dream as opposed to the dreamer," the witch murmurs, adjusting her spectacles. "If we were caught in her dream, for us it could seem like years, decades, anywhere up to millennia as the identities she would slot us into in her dream. After that amount of time, our own personalities would likely not return. There's also the potential that we could, either in that state or naturally, wander out of the dream and into the Dreaming."\n\n"The Dreaming... oh, right, yeah, I remember reading about that a little in one of your books and even a schoolbook. Yours was... kind of hard to understand, it talked about a realm made up of the memories of legends and the discarded potentials of yesterday. The schoolbook just said it was 'a manifestation of the collective unconscious carried on natural magical energies'."\n\n"As is often the nature of magical things, the truth of that is a bit of both and neither. The Dreaming is, quite simply, a realm where everything humanity dreams and has dreamed exists in its own dreamlike state. Myths and legends abound, and are both as unreal as a fantasy and as real as you or I. Everything we have believed, do believe, or possibly will ever believe is represented there. Almost no one who enters the Dreaming proper, especially unprepared, comes out without some manner of profound change. We don't want to go there accidentally, at any cost. ... I am very tempted to say that <i>we</i> shouldn't go at all," she adds, cupping her chin.\n\nBefore you can protest, she lifts the hand from her chin to make a 'stop' gesture. "I understand that you don't like hearing that, but I'm your mother and I have to consider your safety. This dream invasion will be at least mildly risky even to me... but would be much more risky if I went alone, admittedly. Having someone else there to help ground me would go a long way to preventing any problems. I am very strongly considering taking you with me, if nothing else than because by the time any more experienced magic user could get here, the optimal time of night and alignment of stars would pass to insure maximum chances of success. I just... don't know if I can conscience taking my son into such a dangerous situation, especially just to keep a stranger who likely meant us harm safe."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll abide by her decision.|RunFF]]\n\n[[She has to take you.|RunFF16x5]]\n\n[[Put the risk on the ninja then.|RunFF17x1]]

"I think you're pretty much all the stimulation I need," you reply with a grin as you unbutton your shirt and shrug out of it.\n\n"Oh Master, you flatterer," she replies with an almost certainly practiced giggle. But then she's leaning in, using one hand to hold your cock in place as she drags her tongue up the underside of it, blue eyes rolled up to look at you. Then she ducks down and starts paying attention to your balls, eyes sinking closed as she rolls her tongue over them and then sucks one into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking up and down the length of your prick.\n\nYou let your own eyes close and lean back on your hands, moaning softly. Ranma was definitely eager, and your tweaking of her personality had obviously imbued her with some skill, but it's on a whole other level than a literal professional, apparently. The counter girl seems determined to build you up to a good head of steam, switching from licking at your shaft or suckling at the sides of it back to working your balls, each time doing whatever will ease you back just the tiniest bit from where you had been and then pushing you just a bit farther. Eventually she starts mixing it up with sliding her mouth over the tip and bobbing her head, using a motion that works her lips around on your prick and lets her reach more of you with her tongue.\n\nEventually, she raises her head, smiling up at you once you've opened your eyes to look down at her again. "I taste another girl on you already, Master. Which of those two was it...?"\n\n"Um... the redhead," you admit a little sheepishly.\n\n"Mm, don't worry, I'm sure she's having a lot of fun right now. Tastes like you fucked her pussy pretty good," she adds, ducking her head down to suckle at the meeting of your shaft and sack, tongue flicking over the meeting of taut and loose skin. Then she pulls away as she stands up, stretching out the waistband of her panties a bit to slide them down and then drop them, revealing her smooth-shaven pussy. Climbing up onto the bed, she reaches back with one hand, half-pulling half-squeezing one of her asscheeks to show off her pretty pucker and pink pussy to you. "Well, since you've already fucked a nice piece of pussy today, let me assure you that you can use whichever of my holes you want, Master."\n\nYou can't really argue with an offer like that. As nice as her pussy looks, you've yet to fuck a girl's ass, so you quickly climb up onto the bed behind her, resting a hand on her ass and using the other to guide your spit-slick prick to her pucker. She gives an artful little 'ooooo' as you start pushing into her, feeling her tight, smooth hole spreading gradually around you, sinking in... well, easily enough that you're guessing she probably gets fucked up the ass at least once a day, but still. You finish pushing into her, then grab her hips and start fucking eagerly, venting some of the anticipation she built up during her blowjob. The girl wiggles and bucks under you, doing a perfect job of making her tits bounce in the pretty black bra, her blonde ponytails shaking as well. Every sound she makes is sweet and pleasured and artful, and part of you knows it's fake but the rest of you that's a horny teenage boy doesn't really care.\n\nIt doesn't take you long before you shove forward and pump your load deep into her ass, hearing her coo encouragingly as you empty your balls into her. After you feel like you've given her your all, you pull out, briefly watching the slight gape of her ass and the trickle of white oozing out of it before you flop onto your back. Without hesitation, the counter girl turns and slides her mouth over the prick that was in her ass less than three seconds ago, working her lips up and down its length shamelessly. Whatever slight hardness you'd begun to lose is gone in moments, and soon she's climbing atop you, sliding you back into her already cum-sloppy ass. She pauses a moment once fully hilted on you to reach back and undo her bra, shimmying out of it to let her tits bounce bare and free as she starts riding you, purring compliments about how big you are and how good you feel in her ass like the enthusiastic whore she apparently is.\n\nYou grip her hips and buck up into her, letting yourself believe in her apparent squeals of pleasure as you thrust deeper into her ass than her riding alone was taking her. Her puffy pink nipples do seem quite stiff as she leans forward, putting those jiggling tits almost in your face as she works herself over you, continuing her steady, professional string of compliments and dirty talk until you finally yank her down atop you, spilling a second load into her ass.\n\nYou continue to lay flopped in the bed as she gets up and cleans herself up a bit with quick, efficient, businesslike motions. As she pulls the bra back on, she says with conversational cheer, "Someone will be by with your money in a few minutes, but please continue to enjoy the room for as long as you like. Especially if you'd care to spend some of your newly-acquired cash on one of our girls. Or boys," she adds with a giggle. "Oh, speaking of our inventory, would you like to see how the girls you sold are doing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|RanPP11x2]]\n\n[[No.|RanPP]]

You have to admit, you're a bit curious. Sitting up, you give her a nod. "Sure, I guess."\n\nThe counter girl picks up the TV remote and presses an unmarked button on it, then taps in a long string of numbers on the regular controller. The large flatscreen on the wall immediately lights up, showing the inside of a more sparsely-decorated room, this one with a pair of beds covered in black rubber sheets. You can hear the squeals and cries of the girls as the image resolves, both of them revealed with their arms tied behind their backs and their skin gleaming wetly with sweat. Ranma is bent over the side of one of the beds, and from the angle of the masked man fucking her, is obviously being pounded in the ass, her glazed eyes rolled up about halfway in her head and her tongue lolling out, drool running from the tip of it down to the rubber sheets, her tits pillowed against them, but lifting up and jiggling as the man hauls on her pigtail like the reins of a horse he's breaking to the saddle.\n\nNabiki is on her back on the other bed, legs in the air as another masked man slams her pussy, her feet shaking back and forth, arms pinned under her and tits left to wobble and sway atop her chest. Like Ranma her eyes are rolled up, but her jaw is clenched as if she were desperately trying to resist the beastfucking she's receiving, saliva dribbling down the side of her chin. It's obvious from the wet gushes every time the man slams his impressively-sized prick into her, though, that she's already cum several times, if not cumming right that moment. In the background lurk several other masked men, all idly stroking their jutting, porn star-esque pricks as they apparently wait to relieve their coworkers.\n\n"Ah, ah, fuck, stop, n-no more!"\n\n"Ffffuck, my ass, you're fucking my ass!"\n\n"Nnnh, nnh, cock, cock so big, fuck, my pussy, fuck!"\n\n"Nnh nnh nhh c-can't take it, my ass, feels too good!"\n\nYou jerk a little as the screen is suddenly shut off, turning to look at the counter girl as she sets the remote back down. "That will probably continue for a few days," she says breezily, smiling. "By the end of it they'll probably forget their names and most of their lives up to this point... that's after we break them, of course. For particularly stubborn ones we tend to bring out the dogs... taking the knot tends to destroy the last bits of pride of most of them."\n\n<hr>\n[[Monstrous!|RanPP]]\n\n[[... hot.|RanPP11x3]]

"That's... pretty fuckin' amazing," you murmur, giving your cock a few strokes and looking at the screen longingly, wishing the image would come back.\n\n"Oh, I'm so glad you appreciate such things!" the girl chirps, clapping her hands together. "If you like, I can ask about getting a video of the whole process for you. They might charge you a bit, obviously, but-" She pauses at a knock at the door, then says 'ah'. "One moment." She pads over in her stockinged feet and opens the door enough to peek out and have a whispered conversation with whoever's on the other side. Then she accepts a briefcase from them and closes the door before walking back over, setting it down and opening it up. "There you go!"\n\nYou stare down at the stacks of bills filling the case, your cock hardening further at the thought of Nabiki and Ranma even now being fucked into compliance in return for it. You look at it for a moment more before looking up at the counter girl. "So hey, what if I could keep bringing you girls? Really hot ones like those two?"\n\n"Hm? Really, you know a lot of girls like that?" She rubs at her chin thoughtfully. "And you think you could convince them to come here...?"\n\nWell, with the pendant around your neck, you're pretty certain that you could make any girl at all follow you loyally to this love hotel... heck, if you did some further tweaking, you'd probably have them happily reporting for duty as sex slaves just because you said to. But that's not nearly as much fun as the idea of them being betrayed, drugged, and then broken, the thought of which has your dick stiff. "I might need some of that stuff you use on them. Y'know, to help get them here."\n\nShe continues to look thoughtful for a few minutes, then nods. "I'll run it by one of my supervisors. Until then, I suppose enjoy the show." She grins and snags the remote, once again inputting the code to bring up the video feed of Nabiki and Ranma being raped into compliant little fuckdolls. You grin appreciatively at her as she leaves the room, then turn your attention to the screen, stroking your cock as you watch the two of them alternatively yowl for mercy or plead for more, occasionally interspersed with calls for you to come and save them. The first time you cum is right when Ranma is breathlessly declaring you'll help her right before a second cock is jammed into her ass.\n\nEventually the counter girl returns, handing you something that looks like a silver cigar tube. "Here. There's a pressure injector inside with one dose of the drug. If you can prove yourself by bringing us another girl, you might be allowed to join the organization as a procurer. Of course, if you screw up or get caught, my bosses won't be happy," she adds just as cheerfully as ever.\n\nOnce you've showered and gotten dressed, you exit the hotel, glancing down at the container in your hand, and the briefcase in the other. Heh, this sim's now gone from a rather standard hentai VR experience to a sort of criminal underworld thriller, and you couldn't be happier. Now to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right at a hot castmember girl.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Test it out.|RanPP11x4]]

Hm. Better make sure it actually works, though, and it's not just an injector full of vitamins or asthma medicine or something that they gave you to shut you up and get you to go away. \n\nBut since you're planning, you decide to put a bit of extra effort in. Heading to a nearby quiet little street with no one around, you open up the debug menu and select the item spawn command, scrolling to a section for vehicles. Let's see, obviously something like a van is good... ah, well, probably best not to go with the black van with tinted windows, that's just stupidly obvious. Instead you find one listed as 'Flower Delivery Van'... those often have ads and graphics covering the windows and no one thinks a thing of it. In fact you're given the chance to customize it before you spawn it, and can select one that does have covered windows... as well as one that has bench seats along the sides in the back rather than just storage areas, and is tall enough to stand up in. \n\nDriving it isn't too different from playing a video game... probably because you find an option for 'driving assist' in the menu, and then it actually is like a video game, even correcting you to the proper lane and so on. Using the GPS, you select a nearby park and head on over, parking somewhere out of the way before heading on in. You spend a little while surveying the smattering of people, picking out cute girls... and trying not to sport an obvious erection as you think of any of them in that dark little room, getting fucked into servitude by hung, masked men. But eventually you think you spot a likely candidate...\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/ybrbIJr.png>\n\nHm. Looks like maybe a first-year university student? She's glancing around at various benches as she walks along one of the paths, apparently discarding each as too near other people and noisy children, her search for a quiet place to study taking her deeper and deeper into the park. Aha. Grinning, you casually start strolling along after her, making sure to keep a discrete distance. With your character's martial arts training, it's easy enough to trail her until she's well away from other people, opening the capsule and priming the pressure injector. Then, moving as silently as possible, you slip up behind her and press it to the side of her neck above her sweater, hearing her gasp and watching her whirl around to face you in shock as her hand goes to her neck.\n\nBut almost instantly you can see her eyes start to glaze over, and she wobbles in place as if unsteady on her feet. "Who... wha...?" she murmurs, blinking repeatedly as if trying to focus. Looks like it's the real stuff alright, and just as fast-acting as the counter girl said it was.\n\nYou consider as you look her up and down, watching as she shifts in place and opens and closes her mouth, trying to form a coherent thought. You suppose you could use the Personality Pendant a bit now. At this point it's more like favorably tweaking things than cheating, right? Of course, you could just go ahead and bring the girl back to the Sweet Suites, no muss or fuss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the pendant.|RanPP11x5]]\n\n[[Just deliver her.|RanPP]]

Playing along with the story is okay, but why have cool debug powers and items if you're not going to use them? You touch the pendant at your neck, watching the dazed girl freeze in place, seeing the control panel for her come up (the label reads 'Moriko Tachibana').\n\nHm, rather than just her sliders having changed, there's a different set of them underneath the main ones that reads 'Altered State'. Apparently effects for drugs have their own little subset of control schemes... and you notice that there's an option for 'Save as Template' or 'Apply Template'. Oh, that's handy! So you'd be able to apply the effects of the drug even if they don't give you any more of it!\n\nHm. Or you could make it even more effective for your purposes, whatever those purposes are. Right now it reads as a state of high confusion, light suggestibility, and heightened sexual sensitivity. There are some other effects on there that you could add, if you wanted, looks like.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save the template as-is.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Decrease confusion some, increase suggestibility greatly.|RanPP11x6]]\n\n[[Increase sexual sensitivity to the same as the confusion.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Max suggestibility, add 'Mind Blank' effect.|RanPP]]

Having her look like she's going to collapse at any moment isn't necessarily doing it for you... besides, with greater suggestibility, that's going to make her much easier to break and reprogram, right? The organization that runs Sweet Suites is definitely going to offer you a position if you bring such a cute girl back that's also a breeze to turn into a loyal sex slave. You finish the modifications and save the template, then close out the menu.\n\nMoriko ceases her wobbling in place, blinking a few more times and looking around. She still seems dazed and a little out of it, but far more coherent than she was. "I... what happened just now?" she asks, looking at you without a single bit of suspicion or accusation, just mild confusion. "Something... it's really hard to think, for some reason. I... excuse me, who are you?" she asks curiously, brow furrowing slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Her boyfriend.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Her owner.|RanPP11x7]]\n\n[[Her brother.|RanPP]]

"I'm your owner," you reply with a smirk. "Don't you remember? You're a sex slave. You wandered off and apparently got yourself confused for a real person."\n\n"I... I'm a sex slave?" Moriko blinks, looking as if she might protest, but her suggestible state apparently sends the information right to her brain. "Oh. Oh. Um, I'm sorry. I don't know... what I'm doing with these then," she adds, frowning in confusion and turning to bend over and set down her books, flashing her plain white panties at you as her skirt lifts.\n\n"You're wearing clothes, too," you add in a scolding tone as she straightens up, trying not to laugh as she immediately looks flustered and starts squirming.\n\n"O-oh, yes, I... I put them on this morning and... nothing seemed wrong with that, but... I guess I shouldn't have? S-should I take them off?" she asks, glancing down at herself in trepidation.\n\n"When we get in private. For now, just take off those panties. And remember to call me Master, slave."\n\n"Oh, ah, yes Master, sorry Master," she stammers, blushing ashamedly as she reaches with trembling hands to lift her skirt and slide her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, momentarily flashing her bare pussy to the park as she slips them down. You meander behind her to watch her bend over and step out of them, enjoying the view of her now uncovered pussy and rear as she works them over her shoes. When she stands up you snag the panties from her hand and tuck them into your pocket, then beckon.\n\n"Alright, slave, this way."\n\n"Yes Master," she squeaks, hurrying along after you as you lead a roundabout path back to the van, to make sure no one sees you with her. Once there, you direct her to step up into it.\n\n"Now get out of those clothes," you order her, pausing momentarily to open your debug menu and spawn a dog collar. "And then put this on," you add, setting it on one of the bench seats.\n\nShe blushes brightly, opening her mouth and looking like she might actually rally the brainpower to protest. But then she nods meekly, taking off her beret and glasses and, after a glance around, dropping them into the trash can you made sure the back of the van was equipped with. She peels off her sweater, revealing the slightly too small looking plain white bra beneath it, her full tits jiggling as she releases them and dumps the bra in after the sweater. Her skirt, stockings, and shoes all follow, leaving her standing trembling and naked in the back of the van, arousal dribbling down her thighs as she picks up the collar and fastens it on herself, as the sign that she truly does believe herself to be your property.\n\n"Good slave. Now sit down so we can be off."\n\n"Yes Master," she murmurs, moving to settle her bare ass onto the right-side bench seat, squirming at the feel of the material on her oversensitive pussy.\n\nGrinning, you close the doors and round to the driver's side. Hm, now... should you deliver her right away? Or maybe have some fun with her first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Deliver her to Sweet Suites.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Use her a bit first.|RanPP]]

"... So seriously, she finds you somewhere swanky to live? This 'Matchmaker' chick?" you ask slowly.\n\n"Yeah, she basically works for rich people or whatever. Sugar mommas, sugar daddies, whatever. Plus supposedly if it doesn't work out and it's not your fault, you can leave and she pays you."\n\nThat basically cinches it. You ask Dex where to find the Matchmaker and set off.\n\nNot too much later you're sitting in an apartment a lot like Sean's, albeit a bit more spare, without a TV or any real sign of personalization. You get the feel that the idea is that the Matchmaker would be able to go out the door (or maybe the fire escape) at a moment's notice and not leave anything of value behind. She herself is a surprisingly normal-looking person... a twenty-something woman in a hoodie with brown hair in a ponytail, glasses, and blue jeans. After introductions (she only goes by 'Matchmaker' apparently) and you explaining where you heard of her, she invites you to sit on one end of the couch and flops down on the other end.\n\n"So okay, Eric, here's the deal. People who have... let's call them <i>unique</i> needs in someone they want to bring into their home come to me, and pay me to find someone who matches what they want and is willing to fulfill that need. If that someone is you, you get, well, the obvious... you get off the streets, you get a ritzy home, whatever else they're offering to go with it. For some of them, they're looking to have you for a particular period, then they pay you when that's up. Some of them are looking for something fairly permanent. Either way, if you live up to your end but they don't live up to theirs, I pay you half of what I made, and we can maybe try again."\n\n"So like... what kind of stuff are we talking about?" you ask, wrinkling your nose.\n\n"Some of it's fairly straightforward. They'll want to take you in and, well, fuck you," Matchmaker says with a shrug. "I mean that's just what we're dealing with here, dig?" At your slow nod, she continues. "Of course some of them are into some weirder stuff. Some of it would even probably involve permanent changes to your body. But the weirder it is and the more it's, well, like that, the bigger the payoff is at the end. Some of them can come up to millions of dollars, or more. You'd be set for life."\n\n"... No way, you can't be serious."\n\n"Completely serious. I have a sort of network set up for this so people come to me with all sorts of requests. I mean it's pretty profitable for me too, this is just where I work," she adds, gesturing around at the apartment. "Way I see it you're not getting into anything you haven't been warned about, I don't bullshit anyone. I'll tell you everything I know, you agree to do your best to fulfill it."\n\n"Right, 'cause what happens if you decide it's <i>my</i> fault that it didn't work out?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Then you owe me the money I've gotta give back to the client," she says in an even tone. "Simple enough."\n\n... Right. That seems... vaguely dangerous. Considering her metnion of a 'network' you really doubt it's just her hanging around in an apartment doing this. ... Still. You've come this far, and you admit that you were basically on the hook the moment she said 'millions'. "Okay, so, what is there."\n\n"Honestly, after seeing you and talking to you, you're perfect to fill a ton of requests I've got," she says, slipping a folding tablet out of her hoodie pocket and tapping at it for a few moments before sliding a finger along the screen. "I've got three of the basic requests... single woman, single man, and couple, all of them wanting to adopt a 'son with benefits', if you know what I mean. They don't have very impressive 'dowries' but you are basically being adopted into an upscale, permissive home. And there are offsets to your preferences, I can pretty much guarantee it."\n\nYou frown a little, but nod. "Okay, that's the basic stuff. So what else have you got?"\n\n"Well, I've got a father and son pair who basically want someone to act as an... adapter... between them," the Matchmaker says slowly. At your slightly blank look, she raises an eyebrow and says, "Basically they want to fuck each other but since they're blood related that would be wrong, and would instead both be fucking you."\n\n"... So... they think it would be wrong to have sex with each other because they're actually father and son... but they think it's okay to bring in another guy for them both to have sex with at the same time?" you say slowly.\n\n"If you're expecting sense and rationality you were born into the wrong species, kid. Anyway they're offering full room and board, allowance, and to pay for your college at the very least, so there's that. Anyway we've got two women that want pets... one in the BDSM way, one in the more literal way."\n\nYou blink a few times. "Literal way?"\n\n"What, you've never been jealous of a housecat?" the Matchmaker asks with a bit of a smirk, as your cheeks color. "But yes, basically she'd want to treat you like a literal pet animal. Just that in this case instead of sending you to the shelter if you stop being small and cute you get a payoff and go on your way. Speaking of big paydays, though, the last two jobs I have are even bigger ones. Got one that's a guy who basically wants to add you to his harem... he'd want to do lots of weird pervy shit, but it's a huge payout once you turn 21. And then there's one with a much, much bigger payout. Potentially."\n\n"Potentially?" you echo.\n\n"There's a guy that would want to feminize you. Y'know, make you more and more girly? He specifically said he wanted to spend years turning 'a filthy street urchin' into a 'beautiful princess of a slut'. Basically you can opt out at any time, but the longer you stay in and the more you let him do, the bigger the payout is. If you go all the way to the end, it's fifteen million dollars."\n\n"Fif-" you repeat, actually choking on the amount. After several swallows, you manage, "Um, but what's... the 'end'?"\n\n"I'm gonna guess that at the very least it involves breast implants," the Matchmaker answers, raising her eyebrows. "And a loooot of mental conditioning you won't be shaking easily. But. Fifteen million. If you go to the end. Anyway, that's what I've got. Up to you what you go with."\n\n<hr>\n[[The single woman.|CC]]\n\n[[The single man.|CC]]\n\n[[The couple.|CC]]\n\n[[The father and son.|CC]]\n\n[[The dominatrix.|CC]]\n\n[[The pet lady.|CC]]\n\n[[The harem master.|CC]]\n\n[[The feminizer.|CC]]

You're not sure what's in this stuff but you trust the inner part of you that says giving in entirely would be a bad idea. You cough and shudder as your ribcage and shoulders finish reshaping, your new hands flexing and thumbs curling as you lay on your side shuddering, tail lashing.\n\n"Oho~, it seems like the treatment was a success!" Hojo declares with a gleeful sneer, his eyes flashing. "I had been hoping somewhat for even more dramatic results, but with this your abilities... and your compatibility... should have been raised greatly! Rest for a while, Subject Thirteen! Soon you'll be brought in to breed the other subject!"\n\nYou're vaguely aware of Hojo wandering away cackling. 'Very unpleasant man,' you think as you catch your breath, then try out moving your altered body. It feels a little strange and unnatural, though not as much as you feared as you manage to... sit up and take a look at yourself. You've definitely been rearranged to be more like a two-legged creature... well, you suppose you are a two-legged creature now, you think with a frown as you wiggle your bare feet back and forth, and hold up your hands to look at them. Your body is still covered in fur and... well, you still have your sheath it looks like, though the position and arrangement is somewhat different to go with your more upright intended stance. A bit of feeling and what you can see of your reflection in the glass shows that your head is mostly unaltered, albeit your muzzle does seem a bit shorter and your features vaguely more humanized. You've been changed into a two-legged thing! How aw-\n\nYou pause, looking at your new hands again, and giving your opposable thumbs a wiggle. ... Okay you guess there could be a few upsides that you've maybe pondered over the years.\n\nSince there's not much else you can do, you just sort of sit there recovering your strength. You blink a bit as a small group of other humans that definitely don't look like the scientists and other office workers you've seen come through. One of them, a very pretty (well, by human standards) female with long dark brown hair, red eyes, and very large mammaries walks over and leans in, tapping a bit on the glass... and incidentally giving you quite a view down the tight little white shirt she's wearing, a sight which you somehow find far more interesting than you ever would have before. She says something as she glances over at the others, but she's not wearing a microphone that allows her voice in over the speakers like Hojo was so you can't really make out what she says. A few moments later, the trio continues on.\n\nNot long after that, you jump a little in place as the floor underneath you starts to vibrate, and then lift up as the ceiling overhead slides apart and open. Without really thinking about it, you get to your feet... and realize that it was much easier when you didn't think about it, the realization making you wobble in place a little before giving your tail a flick for balance and correcting. The lift brings you upwards and into a larger circular glass chamber similar to the other, but this one has another occupant... a startled-looking human female with light brown hair in a long braid down her back, wearing a thin pink dress and a short red jacket. Her eyes widen at the sight of you, and she backs up against the wall... ah, this must be the Ancient that Hojo wants to breed you to.\n\nYou can see outside of the chamber that Hojo appears to be arguing with the trio of people you saw earlier. But then his voice enters the chamber as he calls, "Subject Thirteen, commence the experiment!"\n\nRight... the experiment. You almost shrug a little, before leaping forward, the woman in pink giving a loud yelp as you grab her and haul her around, bearing her down to her front on the floor. She squirms and thrashes, struggling but mostly winding up raising her ass in the air in a rather convenient way as you move in above her, pinning her down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Rip her dress.|FFRN]]\n\n[[Whisper in her ear.|FFRN1x3]]

Leaning in close to her head, you murmur, "It's okay, I'm not going to do anything. Just play along and keep shifting around so it looks like I'm having trouble."\n\nHer body jumps underneath you... and admittedly her ass rubbing against your sheath and balls does feel very good, making you fight to control your reaction. But she also gives a little nod, and her struggles become more dramatic, obviously bucking and twisting with more thought, as if trying to make it obvious she's keeping you from getting in position. You, too, do your best to make your movements more awkward and fumbling... not exactly hard in your altered body.\n\nIn only a minute or so the trio of obvious invaders manages to subdue the small handful of guards Hojo had with them, the slender man with spiky blonde hair shoving the scientist aside and jabbing a control on the panel. The glass walls of the chamber immediately and quickly retract, and without hesitation you hurl yourself forward, over both the woman in pink and the console, twisting in midair and slamming one of your newly feetlike feet directly into the side of Hojo's head. You admit to a deep sense of satisfaction as his smirk turns to surprise and then a 'oh dear my jaw has been shattered' expression before he drops unconscious to the floor.\n\n"Uh... wait, does that mean this thing's... on our side?" the massive human with a gun in place of one of his forearms says, scowling as he nonetheless keeps this weapon aimed at you.\n\n"Yes... I was only pretending to cooperate with their experiments until an opportunity for escape presented itself," you answer, seeing all three look various levels of startled at the smooth, refined voice you've cultivated. You glance over at the woman in the pink dress as she steps out of the chamber, tugging on her clothes to get them properly in place. "Sorry about that... I had to make it look like I was going along with things, or Hojo might have activated some sort of kill switch."\n\n"N-no, I understand," she answers, though her face is flushed. "It was scary, but I guess in your position I might have done the same thing."\n\nThere's just enough time for a brief round of introductions, with you deciding that rather than give some strange bunch of humans you've only just met your name, that you'll go with an alias of 'Red XIII', to match the tattoo still emblazoned prominently on your shoulder. You notice that all of them at various points seem inclined to glance down towards your crotch and then quickly away, with Tifa and Aeris blushing brightly after they do. Hm. Then Cloud frowns as he looks at the chamber again. "Sounds like the elevator's working again."\n\n"That's probably one of Hojo's other experiments coming up for some test he had pre-planned... who knows what kind," you grumble. "I saw it earlier and it's pretty formidable... I'll help you out against it."\n\nCloud nods after only a brief hesitation, passing you a bangle and a few pieces of materia to fit into it, all of you taking your positions. The massive, misshapen creature, no doubt the result of many of Hojo's splicing experiments, raises into place in the now open chamber, letting out a horrible multi-layered screech before it attacks. \n\nThe fight is short but intense, and the creature's numerous toxin attacks seem to have far more of an effect on the humans than they do on you... luckily your natural resistances seem to have been amplified greatly by whatever Hojo did. In fact you're almost grateful for the opportunity to fight, since it gives you an opportunity to get used to your new body. By the end of it you're still thoroughly hale and hearty, allowing yourself just a bit of a smirk as you watch the monster bubble and collapse in on itself. A glance around shows that all of the others seem to be incapacitated... Cloud and Barret are both completely unconscious, Cloud having taken a fairly heady physical battering as well. Aeris and Tifa, meanwhile, were hit by gas attacks and still seem to be just barely conscious, Aeris on her knees and obviously struggling a bit to stay upright, and Tifa propping herself up on her side, shaking her head as if trying to clear it.\n\n'You are the victor,' something inside you whispers sweetly. 'The powerful male who has saved their lives. Surely you're entitled to take some reward?'\n\n<hr>\n[[Take your reward.|FFRN]]\n\n[[Ignore the impulse.|FFRN1x4]]

You tap the screen allowing you to select an NPC, and the other two slide away while the NPC screen enlarges and centers itself in front of you, a list of names starting to scroll by. You think you recognize most of these from the show, though there's some odd selections... and some characters you're pretty sure aren't even from this series. \n\n<hr>\n[[Ranma Saotome.|RanmaXStart]]\n\n[[Akane Tendo.|AkaneXStart]]\n\n[[Nabiki Tendo.|NabikiXStart]]\n\n[[Kasumi Tendo.|KasumiXStart]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|ShampooXStart]]\n\n[[Ukyo Kuonji.|UkyoXStart]]\n\n[[Ryoko.|RyokoXStart]]\n\n[[Homura.|HomuraStart]]

"Very well, I'll cooperate with you," you say, rising to your paws and nevertheless glowering through the glass at the man.\n\n"Ohhhh? Finally you speak? I of course suspected you could, but it's nice to have it confirmed! And you'll cooperate?!"\n\n"You haven't exactly left me with much choice, since it appears you're going to force this on me, I may as well go along with it," you allow with a huff.\n\n"Heheheh, you're clearly an intelligent and pragmatic species! Good, good! Very well then, we'll begin the infusion!"\n\nYou frown at that as the human... you think you overheard someone call him 'Hojo'... moves to some nearby controls and starts working them. "'Infusion'?"\n\n"Yes, yes! A modified version of the SOLDIER treatment! Rendered aerosol since your naturally attuned body should absorb and react to it much more readily than mere humans, kyahahaha~!"\n\n"Ah, hey, wait, I never agreed to-" You start to say, right before a green mist starts rushing into the chamber with you. You try not to inhale too much of it, and when you do you try not to cough, but it's like it slides in right through you from the outside. \n\nNear-instantly you can feel your body start to change, your forelimbs bulging here and there, twisting and leaving you tumbling to the ground as your rear limbs too start to alter, your hips creaking and twisting. And yet despite your bones altering shape, your body changing in unnatural ways, what should be ridiculously painful actually feels... <i>good</i>. There's part of you that's insisting that this is wrong, that you should instead be feeling pain as your rear legs stretch out, knees altering, paws growing and taking on a different shape, your forepaws stretching out their pads into what are obviously fingers. But something about the substance thrumming away in your blood insists that the call to power and change is a good thing, that it could feel even better if you just gave in...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in completely.|FFRN]]\n\n[[Keep control.|FFRN1x2]]

Ahem. No, no... grandpa raised you better than that. Controlling the impulse, you instead turn to Cloud and concentrate on using the Cure materia he gave you to heal his wounds. He quickly comes around, sitting up and after a second giving you a terse but grateful nod, then stands up and begins using various items on the others, with you using the materia a bit more.\n\nSoon everyone's on their feet, Tifa giving you a smile. "Thanks for your help, Red. ... Ah, though maybe we should, um..." She considers, then takes out what looks like some sort of short apron made of the same black leather as her skirt. She also removes her belt and steps close and, with a little, "Um, sorry" spends a moment wrapping it around your waist. The belt barely fits, and the apron turned to the side does leave most of one of your hips bare, but it seems to have covered up your sheath and balls (and your ass), which apparently was a problem. Sigh... oh well, you guess now that you're a two-legged thing yourself, you'll have to put up with this sort of thing. Though you make a mental note to find some other sort of covering garment at your convenience, this one seems rather annoying.\n\n"There, now we've just got to get out of here!" Aeris declares cheerfully... right before several dozen heavily-armed Shinra guards in power suits rush into the room and aim beam rifles at you.\n\n"... Well shit," Barret mutters.\n\nSoon all of you have been locked in cells. You're not entirely sure why the elected to put you in with Tifa and Aeris... though you did notice that as you were being led away, someone had healed Hojo and he seemed to be gesticulating insistently, so maybe it was his idea for some reason. Maybe he's still hoping you'll wind up breeding with Aeris.\n\n... Which, as time passes, you're starting to wonder if he didn't have a point. At first Tifa and Aeris were mostly chatting quietly among themselves, apparently having realized you weren't really the 'small talk' sort, trying to reassure each other that everything would be fine. But gradually they seemed to become distracted, almost nervous, their cheeks flushed... and their nipples stiff, showing under the cloth of their top and dress. They're obviously trying not to squirm, but your keen nose can pick out the scent of their arousal... as well as their gradually increasing glances toward you, embarrassed lust in their eyes.\n\n'Hm. When Hojo enhanced my magical power and physical strength, it's possible he also enhanced other things... my male pheremones included,' you muse silently. 'Trapped in this small, ill-ventilated room, the effect is likely being concentrated... I'm practically putting them into heat.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to distract and reassure them.|FFRN1x5]]\n\n[[Remain silent.|FFRN]]\n\n[[Well, bitches in heat need breeding, after all.|FFRN]]

"In the end, I don't think there's any real cause for concern," you speak up, clearly startling the other two.\n\n"You mean other than being in a jail cell?" Tifa says a bit dryly, though she does look slightly relieved for the distraction.\n\n"In the end that might be a good sign," you assure her. "After all, if they merely wished to do away with everyone who was not a 'valuable subject', they could have easily done so already."\n\n"So they're going to keep everyone alive, you think?" Aeris says slowly.\n\n"Likely so that Hojo, or perhaps some other member of this foolish organization, can gloat at us or make some other attempt at forcing us into some activity. Either way, they've demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for giving us numerous chances to overcome them and escape," you add in a mildly amused tone. "I doubt it will be any different going forward. These people are fools-" Like most two-legged things, but you decide to leave that comment out. "And we will survive this."\n\nThat actually seems to put them both at ease, and after that they speak easier, with you occasionally interjecting and adding some confident statement as seems appropriate. Bit by bit all the recent events start to catch up to all three of you, and eventually you decide to lay out on the floor and get some sleep, since that's what you would have done before, just that now you find you have to lay on your back and put your hands under your head to get anything like comfortable.\n\nYou awake to the sound of someone making a noise in their throat, blinking and raising your head. Cloud is standing in the open doorway of the cell, looking at you with a strange expression on his face. After a moment you figure out that it's because apparently, after you fell asleep, Tifa and Aeris decided to settle on either side of you to do the same and have wound up snuggled in close against your sides, one of Tifa's hands resting on your chest and one of Aeris's resting on your thigh. After a second you clear your throat loudly, both of them giving a slight jolt and sitting up as well... then blushing and scooting away before all of you stand up.\n\n"Cloud? What's going on, how did you get out?" Tifa asks.\n\n"I woke up and the door of my cell was open. It's... a slaughterhouse out here," he admits, even the former SOLDIER apparently a little shaken. "But there are no guards left and I found our stuff. I think we could even get up to the President's office, with things like this."\n\nYou see no problem with confronting the head of Shinra yourself... it's not like they've exactly been kind to you. Joining the others in equipping gear, you make your way up, occasionally battling monsters that you suspect escaped from Hojo's holding tanks... though there are a remarkable number of them for that. You admit to feeling a growing sense of disquiet as you make your way up through the unnaturally quiet and rather bloodspattered building, until your group arrives at the President's office... to find him pinned to his own desk by a massive sword.\n\n"That's... Sephiroth's sword," Cloud murmurs.\n\nEven you've heard of the famous "war hero" Sephiroth, despite living in the remote Cosmo Canyon. Some of the others fall to talking about whether this means that Sephiroth might be on your side, but Cloud and Tifa quickly disabuse them of the notion. Any thoughts on what to do next are derailed as a helicopter circles outside and starts coming in for a landing on the pad, a young blonde man wearing elegant white clothing perched on one of the landing struts.\n\n"Rufus Shinra," Cloud murmurs. "The President's son."\n\nWell, apparently everyone is going to go out and say 'hi', as everyone makes their way out. There's what you consider a rather pointless and silly round of introductions, before Rufus starts outlining his grandiose plan for world domination. Ugh, why must humans be like this? But as he goes on, he stops and eyes you.\n\n"So you're the one Hojo was talking about... the experiment that created a 'Super SOLDIER' from the last remaining original species of this planet. Or so he says. He stressed over and over how invaluable you were to his research, and how much potential you had for increasing our forces. So listen well, test experiment... I know where you come from. If you agree to side with Shinra, and cooperate in the experiments from now on, I will declare Cosmo Canyon off-limits. Shinra will never enter the canyon itself, nor make any demands or trespasses on its inhabitants."\n\n"Don't trust 'im, Red!" Barret bellows. "Shinra never made a promise that was worth a damn, and things ain't gonna change with this fucker in charge!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse.|FFRN]]\n\n[[You... you have to.|FFRN]]

The woodsman picks you up and slings you over his shoulder, resting one hand on your ass as he carries you back to his cabin, his cum dribbling down your inner thighs all the while. Once there, he throws you on the bed and has his way with you several more times, each position he twists you into making the ropes rub and squeeze you in some new and orgasmic way. By the time he unties you, you're completely addicted to his cock, and eagerly rush to make his dinner as he commands. You clamber under the table and suck him off while he eats, not even thinking about taking any food yourself until he's done and fed you a thick creamy appetizer.\n\nYou spend the rest of your life in the woods, being fucked whenever the woodsman feels like it and spending the rest of the time waiting on him hand and foot. It's a fulfilling enough existence... or, well, filling at least. He keeps you barefoot and pregnant a fair portion of the time... heck, he keeps you <i>naked</i> and pregnant a fair portion of it, especially in the summer, your bare body and distended belly glistening with sweat as you eagerly slave over a hot stove to make sure dinner's waiting for him each night.\n\nIt's probably the furthest thing from your pledge of manhood as you could get... but oh well!\n\n<b>Ranma Sim End</b> - <i>Woodsman's Doting Wife</i>

You head into the futuristic area of the prop museum, deciding to see what they have in the way of plastic rayguns. And you're certainly not disappointed. From big budget movies to stuff so obscure no one even bothered to label it, it looks like there's quite a selection of zappy things.\n\nYou wander around for a few minutes, noting that a whole lot of the weapons seem to be just laid on angled shelves lining the walls or resting on pedestals... and almost none of them are behind glass. You notice a pair of neat-looking but slightly bulky blaster pistols, their placard noting that they're from some TV show you've never heard of, that only has a single year in its runtime... probably didn't even last a whole season. You spot a display of what looks like Star Trek weapons, probably from the later movie era... though once you look at the cards, they're apparently from something called "Star Trexxx: The Next Degeneration". Must be one of those really high-quality pornos with the high budget, because you can't really tell the difference just by looking. (Also geez, they must have been desperate for a display of phasers, if they put weapons from a porn parody in a theme park attraction.) \n\n<hr>\n\n[[Dual Pistols.|CypherStart]]\n\n[[Hand Phaser.|TrekMStart]]\n\n[[Phaser Rifle.|TrekFStart]]

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"You underestimate my <i>power</i>!" you roar, reaching for the rectangle of paper plastered against your forearm. 'Wait, no, that was not a good thing to say before trying this!' part of you tries to interject, but any second thoughts are too late as you grab an edge of the ofuda with two fingers and yank hard.\n\nYou yowl in pain as energy crackles from the spiritual seal and races through every part of your body, making you arch and twitch, muscles spasming out of control. Your sudden output of force has caused the positively-aligned charge of the ofuda to go into feedback with your negative youma nature, and essentially for a few seconds turned your own power back on you. Once the arcs of purple and red lightning have dissipated, you waver for a moment, your body smoking, before you collapse backwards and thud heavily to the floor, twitching and unable to move.\n\n"Ofuda Storm!" the Senshi calls, in what you're pretty sure is not a canon attack and who let her do that anyway?! Either way she swings her arms outward, a flurry of papers emerging from somewhere between her hands and flinging towards you, plastering themselves to your body, overlapping with each other as more and more of them fit into place all over you, dragging your arms over your chest and fastening them there, and pinning your legs together. By the time the Senshi lowers her hands and stops her attacks, your entire body has effectively been covered, save for a clear spot over your eyes and your golden fringe, leaving you looking like quite the stereotypical Egyptian mummy indeed.\n\n"Ha! Serves you right, taking over my new friend's body like that and trying to attack me!" Rei huffs, moving to stand in front of your shoulders and glower down at you imperiously, apparently not caring that she's giving you a direct view up her skirt, and at the slight wet spot and camel toe that's developed on the crotch of her costume. She braces one fist on her hip and points down at you with the other. "I may not be able to banish you right away, but I bet I can do it eventually! Maybe by then I can even figure out a way to recover Eric or-"\n\nShe blinks, as if sensing that something had moved behind her. She turns and stares as she finds that apparently your eyes weren't the only things left uncovered. Your cock and balls are jutting through a gap in the ofuda, the ink-black pillar having slowly risen up to full stiffness and attention, wobbling slightly in the air. Well, part of your mind is a teenage boy and she was giving you quite a view, after all. "Ah... well, I guess I ran out of ofuda. That's fine, you... can't really do anything with that, and probably ninety-nine percent of your lust aura is completely sealed, so... ah..." Rei seems to lose her train of thought as your prick wobbles a bit in the air again, a drop of precum welling up at the tip of it.\n\n"... I mean, actually, may as well not waste it while I've got you here," she murmurs, moving over to lean down, now giving you a decent view of her panty-clad ass as she bends down to begin stroking at your deep black prick with her white-gloved hands. You can do nothing but give a very muffled 'mmf!' and wriggle a bit, the ofuda having bound your muzzle tightly closed and cinched your body into place so tightly that you can barely even wiggle. She glances towards your face at the noise, and you could swear you see a wicked flash in them as she continues to stroke her hands up and down the thick black pole, milking more pre out of it. "Since you are kinda otherwise completely contained and helpless," she adds, all but smirking as she leans in and flicks her tongue over the tip of your cockhead, making you groan lowly against the paper sealing your mouth closed.\n\nSoon though she steps forward, positioning her feet on either side of your ofuda-wrapped waist, ass jutted towards you even more directly as she uses one hand to pull aside the crotch of her leotard and bare her sopping wet pink, her other hand aiming your exposed prick. Then she slowly sinks herself down onto it, moaning loudly as you spread her open wide, her hot, wet cunt feeling like it's conforming to every tiniest part of you. You wriggle again, yearning to be able to reach out, grab her by the waist, yank her down on you, fuck her until she can't remember her own name. But she continues her slow, slow descent, even giggling amidst her own gasps and moans at your frustrated and muffled groans. Finally she settles down entirely on you, her clit pressing against the full swell of your balls where they're pushed upward and together by the ofuda beneath them. Resting her gloved hands on your bound-together legs, Rei begins working her hips, using her legs to work her pussy up and down over you, the Senshi moaning full-throated as she uses you as a dildo.\n\n"Ohhhh fuck, it's so big and thick and hot," she groans, shaking her ass at you, the pleated skirt and ribbon above it wiggling as if to help draw your attention... not that you could really look anywhere else. "This is better than aaaany toy I've ever had, holy shit!" she continues, making it clear she's talking more to herself than to you, as if she'd already begun to think of you as little more than the red and gold phallus hidden in her panty drawer. \n\nShe continues to work herself over you, speeding up to pound herself on your prick or slowing down into long, slow strokes where she rolls her hips to work your throbbing shaft against her inner walls, moaning and cooing about how good it feels the entire time. And indeed you can repeatedly feel her cunt squeezing and fluttering around you as she works herself to orgasm after orgasm. It's not that long before you too can feel the pressure building in your balls, welling up in your crotch, the pressure growing and growing as you approach release... and then stopping right before the brink of it, holding you eternally at the edge of spilling inside of her. You moan and writhe in frustration, your protests turned into little more than a muffled grunt and some futile wiggling as she continues to ride your prick for over an hour with you always right on the verge of cumming.\n\nFinally, the Senshi straightens her legs, rising up and letting your cock drop out of her, your stiff pole now coated liberally in a layer of girlcum and wobbling in the air, trembling with the desire to orgasm yourself. Rei steps away a bit, gazing at you, then down at herself... before smirking. "Oh, I guess that might be a side effect of locking down a youma's energy, huh? You can't cum, can you? Like... at all. Well.... that's what you get!" she adds in a satisfied tone and saunters away, giving you one last glimpse of her dripping, well-fucked pussy still bared by the pulled-aside cloth before she disappears from your field of view.\n\nYou groan muffledly, closing your eyes, feeling your shuddering cock gradually back down from the point of orgasm, but your balls start to ache all the more as the built-up cum you'd almost gotten to release sloshes in them. This... is sort of the exact opposite of how things were meant to turn out!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GLSenshi15xEnd]]

Between being stuck in a pendant for years and being a scrawny kid without much muscle, you're itching to really flex this massive, powerful body you now have. Smiling wolfishly with anticipation, you rush toward her. Between already being off-kilter and her lustful reaction to seeing your massive, muscular body bearing down on her, Rei hesitates, and you easily drop your shoulder and knock her backwards, slamming her into the wall next to the door and knocking her half through it, plaster and drywall cracking and dropping.\n\nYou follow up by darting a hand in to grab for her, but apparently having the wind knocked out of her actually focused her mind a bit, and she darts forward and below your grab, slapping a hand upward as she goes. You snarl in annoyance as a strange numb stinging suffuses your entire right arm and it drops limply to hang at your side, doing little more than twitching when you try to move it as you wheel to face the Senshi. Dammit, she managed to slap that ofuda on you after all! Luckily you're charged up enough by having your souls in sync and being fresh off a several year rest that it hasn't spread beyond the one limb, but you're now at a bit of a disadvantage.\n\n<hr>\n[[Power through and yank the ofuda off.|HLSenshi15x2]]\n\n[[Fight her one-armed.|HLSenshi21x1]]

Huh, easy mode for making loyal, obedient copies of the characters, basically, yeah? Sounds good to you. You select the Duplimatic and spend a moment positioning the square where it will spawn in. It appears as a tall metal cylinder with an open front, appropriately all techno-looking and chrome, with a similarly-sized circle on the floor beside it linked by some cables and bars, with a shiny blue center that looks like it probably lights up when the machine's working. There's also a small stand in front of it supporting a touch screen, presumably how you actually use the duplicating function.\n\nHm, alrighty then. Just to make things easier on yourself, you pick Ranma up while the sim's still frozen, setting her inside the tube part of the machine... and, well, giving her ass a good squeeze while you're lifting her, because why not. You step over to the screen and see that it has a single button visible right now: 'Close Chamber'. You tap it but nothing happens... oh, right, sim's still paused because you've got the window open. Well, hopefully this thing is rated to stand up to the strength of these insanely OP characters, but you assume it is since the whole point is to use it on them. You minimize the menu, and instantly a curved glass panel snaps closed over the front of the cylinder. Ranma jumps in shock as she too unpauses, head whipping back and forth as she realizes she's gone from standing in the middle of the room to suddenly being trapped. She spots you and shouts something, but it's completely inaudible... and when she pounds a fist against the glass, there's only the very faintest of 'thmp' noises. Wow, that's some extreme soundproofing!\n\nIgnoring Ranma for the moment since it really does look like the machine can hold her, you notice that the screen now has two buttons, 'Open Chamber' and 'Scan'. Well you definitely don't want to let Ranma out... considering the thing the debug menu said, you doubt she could actually kick your ass, but she'd try, and you're not prepared to see how close she could get. So you of course hit 'Scan', then glance up, watching Ranma whip her head back and forth and look a bit panicy as a line of green light steadily sweeps down the chamber. But all it does is pass over her, a wireframe model of her body appearing on the screen as it does.\n\nThe screen now shows the wireframe of her, complete with clothing, as well as her name and a small handful of her vital statistics. There's a simple 'Create Copy' button under the vital statistics, and some checkboxes beside it. Those must be the alterations you can make to the copy, let's see... 'Futanari', 'Lactating', 'Slight Strength Enhancement', a couple more levels of making her stronger, and 'Random Mutation'.\n\nOkay, all easy enough. So time to make a copy! You go ahead and tap the 'Slight Strength Enhancement'... no reason your loyal copy shouldn't be at least a bit better than the original, for various reasons. As for the rest, hm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just make a standard copy.|RanDup]]\n\n[[Make a futa copy.|RanDup]]\n\n[[Make a lactating copy.|RanDup]]\n\n[[Make a mutated copy.|RanDup]]

The Suggestibility Field is a more subtle trap than most. It causes small, gradual changes in the brainwaves of the subjects. It can't really alter or create thoughts... but as the name suggests, instead makes the subjects more suggestible to having certain thoughts, or more likely to accept suggestions from outside sources. The entire Labyrinth is set up to emit the field, obviously, so all you have to do is keep the Titans busy and inside it, and then provide opportunities for your suggestions to work.\n\nLet's see, you have some preset modes. There's one for [[Anger, Resentment, and Mild Paranoia|TTTM]]... if you wanted to get the Titans at each other's throats and not cooperating, that would be the one to use. It's also the one almost guaranteed to work, your research has shown they're already prone to arguing and storming off from each other, even in the midst of missions.\n\nThere's [[Happy, Mellow, and Slightly Numb|TTTM]], that's a good one too. Basically turn them all into a bunch of giggly, stoned idiots. Heck, you kind of just want to see what that does to Raven.\n\nOn the simpler end of the spectrum, there's direct emotions like [[Horny|TTTM]], [[Tired|TTTM]], or [[Compliant|TTTM]]. And while it's not necessarily an emotion, there's also [[Blank|TTTM]], a setting that gradually reduces thought patterns until they're practically nonexistent.

Right, like you were really going to serve that lewd bitch after what she did?! You look around, quickly spotting what looks like a tablet in a cover, and hurry over to grab it. You'll look around for anything else you could make a quick buck pawning somewhere, and-\n\nThere's a flicker of motion from off to the side, and the tablet goes tumbling from your hands as you let out a yelp, your clothes shredding and leaving you instantly naked. Before you've even processed what's happened you're being lifted up, your legs swung up and pinned and hands going behind your head, a cock stuffed deep into your ass and starting to thrust hard as you're worked up and down. In less than five seconds after touching the tablet, you're being pounded up the ass by someone holding you in a full nelson, big tits pressed up against your back as you're violated hard and fast.\n\n"Tsk tsk tsk, guess Mai was right to have a fellow ninja watch you to see if you were going to be a brat," an even female voice says in your ear, even as your eyes are rolling up and your jaw clenching at the intensity of sensation at going from standing there to getting fucked hard and fast while completely helpless virtually instantly. "You're going to really get it for this, bitch... and I'm going to start by giving it to you."\n\nWith that, the speed of her fucking increases tremendously... you can barely focus to look down but her hips and the swing of her balls are actually blurring as she powerfucks you faster than seems humanly possible. Your eyes roll up further and your tongue lolls out, your body shuddering as your limp cock starts shooting out long ropes of cum, the strands flying wildly through the air as your shaft flops about with the impacts. And she just keeps going like that, fucking you relentlessly at superspeed as the overstimulation forces you to cum and cum again, until you're finally barely conscious as she thrusts up and spurts her own thick load into your overstimulated ass.\n\nYou thud to the floor as she drops you, laying sprawled and twitching while cum steadily flows out of your well-fucked ass and over your balls. Faintly, you can hear a phone being dialed, and your assailant speaking. "Yeah, it's me. Yeah, he tried to rob you, but I caught him and gave him a good punish-fucking. What should I do now? Ah, sure. I'll have it done and start making calls by the time you get off work," she adds as your consciousness fades completely.\n\nWhen you come to, you find you've been strapped to some sort of bench or stand, your head lowered a bit and your ass sticking up in the air. Something has been shoved in your mouth, your teeth sinking into it, the feel of a strap going across your cheeks and behind your head... a ball gag? You're held tightly enough that you can barely even squirm around, and craning your neck barely even lets you see your own body in the dark room. You're definitely naked, though, and it feels like something cool and metal is enclosing your cock and balls. As you struggle against your bonds, a light clicks on in front of you, revealing Mai standing there wearing nothing but a bright red corset and thigh-high boots, her hefty breasts fully on display, as is her hard, jutting cock.\n\n"You know, I thought about warning you what would happen if you tried to steal from me or run out on our deal," she declares with a smirk, folding her arms under her tits to lift them up and together. "But then I thought, 'Well, if he does, that will be fun too.' And right about now you're probably thinking that I've had you tied up and I'm gonna fuck you like this as punishment, and you're half right!" She pauses, then amends, "Actually, I mean to say, you're 1/100th right."\n\nMore lights click on, and your eyes widen as you realize you're in a fairly large room that's absolutely crowded with futas. Many of them are dressed rather like Mai, others in even more elaborate sexy outfits, others are just outright nude. Many you recognize from various fighting games, or anime or cartoons, but some just seem to be random hot women with fat cocks, all of them grinning at you just as wickedly as Mai is. You can't even see all of them as you whip your head around, but you have no trouble believing there are at least a hundred of them. You squirm and buck in your bonds as Mai walks forward, giving you a smack on your bare ass and making you yelp around the gag, then give a muffled cry as she stuffs her cock into you. "As the host, guess I'll take my turn first, before this cute little boypussy gets all worn out," Mai coos as she starts pumping into you. Your position on the padded bondage bench seems designed to rub your restrained cock against it, the position stimulating you but mostly reminding you it's been sealed away, leaving your only outlet of sexual use the tight hole that Mai's currently spreading around her fat prick, the numerous other dickgirls all around stroking themselves, cooing or laughing or jeering at you as they all wait their turn, the full significance of the crowd starting to dawn on you even as your by now thoroughly conditioned ass is forced to take pleasure from Mai violating it.\n\nYou give a low 'mmmf!' as she eventually thrusts in and fills you with that sensation of hot, spreading wetness, and shortly after she pulls out you hear a click, and then feel an almost ticklish touch across one of your ass cheeks. "Don't forget to mark it down once you've had your turn!" Mai calls before she steps aside and back into view of you, grinning and stroking her cum-smeared cock as you feel another cock pushing into you.\n\nPretty, perfect prick after girlish, fat cock is pushed into your ass, fucking you in different strokes... some hard and fast, some long slow strokes, others practically "two-pump chumps", the raucous voices of excited women constantly chiding or cheering each other on as they take turns using your ass to get themselves off. Your eyes roll up as you drool around the ball gag, your consciousness gradually fading almost into the background as you can feel your ass steadily being fucked into a soft, yielding, slick pussy, a hole meant through constant use to take and pleasure cocks. Each one leaves a mark somewhere on your body as she finishes, stepping back to let someone else take their turn, and it's not even halfway through before your body gives up and starts to have assgasm after assgasm, your once-virgin hole quivering and squeezing eagerly around cocks, sucking at them as if just as eager to be bred and knocked up as an authentic pussy in heat would be.\n\nBy the time it's done you're laying slumped and limp on the bench, shuddering, having filtered in and out of consciousness a few times. Your entire body is covered with your own sweat and the cum of futas who had already had their turn but wanted someplace to spill a second load, as well as marked ass, thighs, back and face with lines signifying that all 100 of the gathered dickgirls have had their turns violating your feminized little hole. Mai steps up and leans in, her tits swaying in front of your face as she undoes the clasp of the ball gag, and draws it out of your mouth. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" she demands mock-solemnly.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm... sorry..."|HLMai]]\n\n[["No more... please..."|HLMai]]\n\n[["F-... fuck you!"|HLMai]]

"The Domulans already have a society that's heavily guided by those above them," you note. "Their senate has incredible power both politically and socially since it's essentially a fascist state with high approval ratings due to an instilled species supremacy sentiment, and the Domulan government is considered a part of that species identity. Similarly, anything that works with them could be adapted almost effortlessly to work on the Hardassians."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Plan?</div>\n\n"I'll approach a prominent member of the Domulan government... a senate member or someone in their intelligence community. Once I manage to turn them to the Collective's cause, they'll then be perfectly situated to help bring others over. I'd say within one generation we'll have the entire Senate quietly and gradually working towards RubBorg assimilation, and at that point we'll be able to convert any new Senators rather effortlessly since we'll be working together. Only a complete destruction of the Senate could even have the potential to set us back."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Is this what individuals refer to as "delayed gratification"?</div>\n\n"Essentially," you agree with a little giggle.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">We find this proposal acceptable. Who is your intended target?</div>\n\n"Well after reviewing the Collective's aggregated information on the Domulan political structure, I see two particularly good possibilities." You enlarge two of the screens, one showing a middle-aged, somewhat portly but still rather powerful-looking man with a severe look on his face and a relatively plain version of the typical Senate garb. "Senator Sakar, a hardline military hawk. He's noted to be largely humorless and has no real publicly-known vices. But individuals always have something... and his public perception as a prude and teetotaler will make him less likely to be suspected of being a proponent of the Collective's pleasures. The other," you continue, looking at a picture of a full-breasted, full-hipped but otherwise slender woman in a tight, silver-sequined bodysuit with a shoulder-capping cape, dark hair cut in a slightly more playful version of the pageboy style Domulans seem to favor, a smirk on her lips. "Is Commander Akela. A highly-ranked member of the Domulan intelligence service... in fact, a member of the intelligence service head's staff. She's wealthy but like most of the intelligence higher-ups extremely private, meaning that I'll have plenty of chances to convert her and from there, the perfect 'in', as the Domulan intelligence service is arguably just as powerful as the Senate."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. As you cannot be in two places at once without sacrificing the individuality that makes you an asset, which of the two will be your entry vector?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Sakar.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Akela.|TrekF]]

<<if $captivelistvisited is "false">><<set $captivelistvisited to "true">>"Alright, let's just play around with some random Earthling captives," you declare.\n\n"Of course, Lord and Master. Here, a list of the already sorted and categorized captives," she answers, passing you a rather opulent tablet screen she took from... somewhere... and passes to you. "Those with the 'Rebel' designation were captured while providing active resistance to the invasion forces. There are also apparently some non-Earthling species on this planet, until they are sorted and identified they have merely been tagged as 'Alien' due to not being of this world. The ones on this list were taken largely unscathed, and have been sorted highest so as to allow Your Lordship the maximum enjoyment of toying with them."\n\nAh, nice, no getting delivered a pre-broken used-up mess of a human being. You accept the tablet and begin scrolling through it... looks like there's no names, just a random number and a general description.\n\n[[12949018: Human Female, Teenage, Black Fur, Large Mammaries|TriRoom]]<<set $Mio1>>\n\n[[12458912: Human Female (Enhanced), Teenage, Yellow Fur, Medium Mammaries, Rebel|TriRoom]]<<set $Usagi1>>\n\n[[12458913: Human Female (Enhanced), Teenage, Brown Fur, Large Mammaries, Rebel|TriRoom]]<<set $Makoto1>>\n\n[[13490384: Alien Female, Teenage, Pink Fur, Large Mammaries, Rebel|TriRoomLalaStart]]<<set $Lala1>>\n\n[[24692376: Human Female, ??, Blue Fur, Flat Mammaries|TriRoom]]<<set $Konata1>>\n<<else>>"Yes, Lord and Master, here is the list of Earthling captives," Baru murmurs, passing you the tablet again.\n\n<<if $Mio_used is "false" and $Mio_done is "false">>[[12949018: Human Female, Teenage, Black Fur, Large Mammaries|TriRoom]]<<endif>><<set $Mio1>>\n\n<<if $Usagi_used is "false" and $Usagi_done is "false">>[[12458912: Human Female (Enhanced), Teenage, Yellow Fur, Medium Mammaries, Rebel|TriRoom]]<<endif>><<set $Usagi1>>\n\n<<if $Makoto_used is "false" and $Makoto_done is "false">>[[12458913: Human Female (Enhanced), Teenage, Brown Fur, Large Mammaries, Rebel|TriRoom]]<<set $Makoto1>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Lala_used is "false" and $Lala_done is "false">>[[13490384: Alien Female, Teenage, Pink Fur, Large Mammaries, Rebel|TriRoom]]<<set $Lala1>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Konata_used is "false">>[[24692376: Human Female, ??, Blue Fur, Flat Mammaries|TriRoom]]<<set $Konata1>><<endif>>\n<<endif>>

You head for the "movie magic" building, filing in along with a number of other people. Apparently it's a fairly popular attraction! Inside the lobby is nice and cool, the floor done in futuristic black tile with colored lines running across it, and constantly changing laser shapes projected onto the white walls.\n\nAll the traffic seems to be splitting into three flows towards three different entrances further into the building. Each large doorway is hung with a sign over it, proclaiming the name of the attraction and a quick buzzline to give you an idea of what it's about.\n\n<b>[[THE DIGITIZER!|DigitizerStart]]</b> <i>See the future of computer generated graphics!</i>\n\n<b>[[PRACTICAL SOLUTIONS|PSolStart]]</b> <i>Solid special effects for solid results!</i>\n\n[[PARTICIPATION STATION|PartStatStart]] <i>Become a part of a classic movie scene!</i>

'Indulgence' is a pretty big word for you but it's actually one you've heard often enough to pick up, because it's frequently used to describe desserts. "So just to be clear you're offering me food?"\n\nSatan chuckles again, then gestures off to the side. Several of the pieces of dungeon equipment disappear, replaced by a table absolutely loaded with food. And not just any food, you realize... all the tastiest, most delicious, and in many cases most expensive dishes you've tried in your travels across the world! You spot at <i>least</i> three things your father has sold you for and you only got to smell before being locked in a room that he later sprang you from, in fact. Without a second thought you zip over to the table and throw yourself into one of the chairs, largely ignoring the weird feel of your bare ass and pussy on the cushion as you start shoveling food into your mouth. It's all! So! <i>Good</i>! All the stuff you've had before tastes exactly as amazing as you remember, and all the stuff you only got to smell or look at tastes exactly as fantastic as you imagined!\n\nYou gulp down meat buns, sliced steak, and hamburgers like there was no tomorrow, barely even noticing as your devilish host rises from his chair and moves to stand beside you. You eventually glance aside, almost choking at finding his limp red horsecock dangling right at eye level. (Dang he's big... in more ways than one!) Still, with food right in front of you, it's practically impossible to resist continuing to scarf it down, and with a chuckle Satan reaches out to pick up a large pitcher, pouring something deep, dark red into a large wine goblet. "Something to drink as well?"\n\n"Uh." You swallow down your mouthful of stuffed peppers, eyeing the glass dubiously even as you sniff. At the sweet, slightly tart scent that hits your nose, you shake your head. "No thanks, I don't do so well with booze."\n\n"Oh this isn't wine. Not truly, anyway. This is the Milk of Human Desire," Lucifer explains with another low chuckle. "Its effects might passingly resemble being a pleasant sort of drunk for most people... a feeling of buoyed cheer, relaxation, a feeling of camaraderie with those around you... but in truth its real effect is to put you more in touch with your desires, your wants, your own feelings. Why not enjoy its effects while you're here, in private with me? After all, if you cannot trust the Devil to keep your secrets, who can you trust?" he adds, winking conspiratorially at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm... sure, why not.|FRanX32x2]]\n\n[[Better not.|FRanX]]

"Let's trade," you murmur breathlessly. You're not sure why you're so certain that's something your new best friend and lover can do, but you feel a shiver of anticipation run through you as you suggest it. "Me be the guy and you the girl."\n\n"Oooo, that sounds like fun," Lucifer purrs, voice still low and powerful, but pitched into an obviously feminine range. You look up and see that the devil is still eight feet tall and seemingly made of brushstrokes, but now has long, thick hair, more sloped shoulders, and a pair of huge red breasts capped with thick, puffy black nipples, tits hanging down to just above the start of her toned, six-pack stomach. You look down at yourself to find that you've just as suddenly changed, back in your own muscular male form with your cock jutting up. "Mmmm, but this," the devil murmurs, her hands resting on your hips as she leans in, those big tits pressing to your thighs as she brings her horned head in towards your erect cock. "Well, why don't we bring this to scale, hmmm?"\n\nShe easily slides her mouth down over your ten inches, making you gasp loudly at just how hot and wet it is. Your hips buck up some as you can feel that powerful tongue literally coiling around your shaft, starting to tug on it even as it slides and strokes, actually jerking you off even as she sucks. But after only a few seconds she parts her lips and lifts her head, tongue still wrapped around your cock as it pumps up and down, revealing that you've already gained at least two inches of length and more than half an inch of girth. You stare in fascination and pride as Satan's tonguejob continues urging your cock to grow longer and fatter, the pleasure of her ever-lengthening and thickening tongue only growing the bigger it gets. You part your thighs as your balls swell and grow as well, enough that you can practically feel the greater amount of cum flowing into them sloshing around as you wiggle and buck your hips.\n\nSoon your human cock is every bit as long and thick as the equine one Satan was sporting before switching to female form. Smirking, she lets her tongue slither back into her mouth before climbing up onto the bed, huge crimson tits swaying above you as she does. Looking down, you can't even see her pussy amidst the thick, shaggy brown hair covering her lower half... but you can certainly feel it as she wraps a hand around the lower half of your now towering pillar of cockflesh and brings it to place, sliding herself down onto it. She's so incredibly hot and wet, you can't escape the rather famous doujinshi-based thought of 'It feels like my dick is melting inside her!' as you reach out to lay your hands on her shaggy thighs, the fur as thick and soft under your palms as it is around your prick where it hasn't slid inside her. You can feel her big, fuzzy ass press against your balls as she lowers all the way onto you, right before her tail coils around the base of them, squeezing and tugging gently as she begins to work her hips, pumping them up and down.\n\n"Fuck... fuck, it's so good," you groan loudly, squeezing your hands against her thighs as you look up at her, watching those immense, heavy tits wobble with her movements, that wicked face smirking down at you in pleasure as her forked tongue lolls out, red eyes glittering with desire.\n\n"Yessss, you like Satan's pussy, don't you, my little mortal pet?" she coos. Despite your newfound pride in your expanded prick, you've none whatsoever when it comes to admitting that, starting to pump up into your much larger lover even as she rides you, every thump of her hips against yours and her ass against your thighs driving you into the bed and reminding you of the disparity in your strength. For the first time in your life you don't care that someone's so much stronger than you... if anything it just makes you throb all the harder inside her molten cunt as she rides you. "Mmm, and these? You like these? Be engulfed in Lucifer's tits, sinner!" she declares with something almost like a giggle as she leans forward, pressing her body down onto yours as she continues to work her hips.\n\nYour head is indeed engulfed entirely in her big red tits, each one practically as big as your upper body. You moan into the heavy, hot embrace of them, raising your hands to hug worshipfully against the massive globes pinning you to the bed and seemingly utterly surrounding you. Your head swims with the lessened oxygen and the utter heat of her body, but your hips never stop their thrusting up into her shaggy, demonic pussy, working on pure animal instinct even as your lust-fogged mind focuses on the entirely human activity of tit-worship, managing to get one of those big black nipples up to your face so you can stuff it into your mouth, suckling and licking, tonguing the obvious indent in the tip as if you were tonguing one of her hot, eager lower holes.\n\nEventually though Satan rises back up, throwing her hands behind her head and arching her back, making those huge tits jut out all the more as she starts driving herself down on you harder and faster, her face almost crazed as she cries, "Yes! Yes, cum in me, pet! It's been so long since I've been filled with cum by a mortal, cum in me, cum in meeee!"\n\nIt's not exactly a 'request' you can deny, and with a cry of your own you thrust up hard, burying your newly immense prick inside her and filling her with just as much cum as you were filled with earlier. It's enough that even at the size difference, the devil's toned belly starts to bulge and round out, even if not nearly to the extent that your own did. You can feel her heavenly hellishly hot pussy squeezing and milking you of every last drop as she grinds her hips down at you, that big, powerful body twitching and shuddering in obvious orgasm, her red eyes rolled up slightly and a smile on her lips. But after a few long moments she lifts off of you, displaying the matted mess of cum-soaked fur still concealing her cunt, and pulls you around as she flops onto her back. She urges you forward, letting your own cum-smeared cock flop between her huge crimson tits, her eyes looking up at you as she sucks the head and slurps her demonic tongue along its length, using her hands to rub and stroke her boobs around you.\n\nAfter a few minutes of doing so as you fondle and tweak her fat black nipples, however, she retracts her tongue and draws her lips off of you. "Mmm, so now what, pet? Shall we switch yet again? Or perhaps some other form of debauchery?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Switch again.|FRanX]]\n\n[[What about... both at once?|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let's do the <i>ultimate</i> debauchery!|FRanX32x4]]

You hesitate, but eventually curiosity and the alluring smell of the stuff wins out, and you pick up the goblet to take a good firm swig of the stuff. There's definitely a fruity, smooth, tart taste to it like the smell, but there are also tastes you have no comparison for, your brain only able to assign other words... deep, steady, ancient, pure. You relax a bit more in your seat even with the first swallow, draining half the glass before setting it down and resuming eating... but a bit more slowly now, actually savoring what you eat, even taking the time to smile brightly at Satan as he refills your glass with more Milk of Human Desire.\n\nEventually you stop eating altogether, just lounging back in your chair, one hand holding the wine goblet and the other brought up to your chest, a finger idly tracing around one puffy areola as you speak. "Like at first it was all wow, these girls are super hot, but if I look at <i>any</i> of them it's just more beatings or getting terrorized, y'know? Sometimes it's one of the girls beating you up for looking at one of the others, sometimes it's getting smacked around by the one you looked at. Eventually it's like, y'know, that part of my brain just shut the fuck down and I don't even get turned on anymore y'know?"\n\n"A true tragedy," Satan acknowledges solemnly, chin propped up in one big hand where he's leaning on the table, seated nearby.\n\n"And I mean, I guess in some ways it's for the best 'cause it's like some rule of the universe that the moment I do anything that could embarrass one of 'em and make 'em hit me they'll like frikkin' teleport to where I am and bam, so forget masturbatin' even as a guy," you declare with a sigh. It's more good-natured complaining, since as promised you feel remarkably good, but it's nice to admit some of the things you want and can't get like time to jerk off. Or, "And forget getting to experiment with this hot girl bod I got." You slide your free hand down between your legs, stroking lightly at your already slick and puffy lips. "I mean I'd love to take it for a test drive and do all sorts of stuff with it, but I've never even gotten the chance!"\n\n"Also a tragedy, considering your opportunity few other males get," the devil agrees, eyes roaming freely up and down your body.\n\nYou giggle a bit and give your shoulders a shake, wobbling your tits for him, then pout a bit. "And man, that would be fun too, to actually get dicked down good and thorough, y'know? Ryoga's got like this fantastic cock, all big and thick and he could totally pound me into the ground with it but all he wants to do is kill me, how's that for bad luck?"\n\n"Clearly he is a fool for not at least wanting to fuck you <i>before</i> he kills you," Satan agrees with a chuckle, earning a splutter of laughter from you as well. Then he hmmms, leaning back in his chair and spreading his furry legs, his long horsedick swiftly growing hard and jutting up above his lap. "But tell me, is he as long and thick as this?"\n\n"Nnooooooo he isnnnnn't," you coo, barely even thinking about it as you set the goblet down and stand, drawn towards the seated devil almost magnetically. The size difference between the two of you makes clambering up his shaggy leg to straddle atop him feel a bit like being a kid climbing onto Santa's lap, but you've got another big red gift-giver in mind as you scoot forward, mmming softly at the feel of his huge, hot balls pressing against your bare pussy from below. You press his equine member up against your front, between your tits, wiggling excitedly at the high temperature and the powerful thrill of it... everywhere it touches feels tingly and exciting, so you almost immediately lean your head down and start sucking at the tip of it, tongue swirling in circles around and around, eyes filled with lust turning up towards his face.\n\n"Mmm, is this your desire, pet?" Satan coos as his big hands move to grab your ass, pulling you forward a bit more against him, rubbing your pussy against his balls and sending your arousal dribbling down over the marks and names etched into the skin.\n\n"Mm-hmmmm," you moan eagerly around the tip of his cock, before raising your head with a gasp, using both your hands to rub your tits up and down what you can reach of his shaft. "I wanna fuuuuck," you groan out excitedly. "I wanna fuck like the two horny teenagers I am, I wanna do it without thinking or consequences or worrying about anything, I want it!"\n\n"Then allow me to oblige you, my dear guest," he murmurs, using his grip on your ass to lift you up until you're almost standing in the chair. But he makes no move until you reach down and yourself aim the flared head of his prick, pressing it up between your puffy, dripping vulva, and then give your hips an excited, pleading wiggle. Then he pulls you down, smoothly sheathing that massive horse dong inside your gripping cunt, inch after inch after inch sliding in home, easy and steady despite its size, despite your first time. Because this is your desire fulfilled, just as the drink you've been gulping down prepared you for, and your eyes roll and your tongue lolls, lips twisted up in pure ecstasy as your belly bulges clearly with the outline of his inhuman fuckpole sliding deeper inside of you, the flared head still visible even as it comes to rest high between your tits.\n\nThough Beelzebub lifts his hands as you start riding on his cock, he's entirely letting you control your movements, merely assisting your own bouncing atop his massive pillar of equine-shaped flesh. It's your lust in control now, your hands roaming over his strong, bare crimson chest, your head tossing and you arching your back to let your tits bounce freely, wanting him to see them, wanting him to lust for them. But you bring your head forward, mouth open, tongue jutting out in silent pleading, and he answers by leaning forward and capturing your lips with his, his tongue winding around yours and then stretching, lengthening, tenderly tonguefucking your throat even as the two of you kiss, with you still eagerly bouncing on his massive pillar of flesh.\n\nYou let your desire control you completely, your shame and better judgement nowhere to be found... you want this big, fat, insane cock to pleasure you and you're aroused by this wicked demon and you want him to fuck you and that's all you know or care about. His big hands roam over you possessively, and you want that too, you want him to take you, you want him to own you, you want him to fill you with his cum. And the moment you think that he does, his first spurt so powerful it bulges out the area between your tits briefly before flowing back down into the main part of your stretched womb, your belly slowly but steadily inflating even as you continue to bounce and writhe atop him, moaning into the lewd, devilish kiss you're sharing with your demonic lover. Your stretched pussy quivers and writhes around that crimson cock as you cum continuously, your whole body shuddering with climax and contentment.\n\nYour head is filled with a pleasant, overstimulated haze as Satan rises to his hooves, still holding you in place with his strong hands on your ass as he carries you into the next room. Soon you're being lowered onto a large, opulent bed, and that big cock is sliding slowly out of you, making you moan in disappointment even as the devil rises to his full height, breaking the kiss in the process. Your stretched pussy gushes cum onto the thick, soft comforter, though it almost instantly disappears from the brushstroke-styled material without a trace. "Now, how might I indulge you next, pet?" he coos, stroking his cum-smeared shaft lightly with one hand as he looks over your body and its slowly flattening belly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Trade places.|FRanX32x3]]\n\n[[You just want more!|FRanX]]\n\n[[Knock me up fam.|FRanX]]

"I mean, I'm standing around with a cute girl who's kinda wearing skimpy clothes, so this is when one of my other fiancees will show up, and since she's on this trip it'll be-"\n\n"Ranma!" Akane calls angrily as she storms into the room. "Where have you been?! And who is this?!" she demands as she arrives in front of you with a stomp.\n\n"Hm, I see," Samara murmurs as you gesture to the angry, short-haired girl standing in front of her. "That is rather uncanny, pet, I have to admit."\n\n"PET?! RANMAAAAAAAA!" Akane howls, already starting to draw back a fist.\n\n"Wait, Akane, this is Samara, she's just a friend from when I was a kid!" you blurt, flailing your hands. "I just bumped into her here, th-that's all!"\n\n"Oh, <i>just</i> bumped into her, huh? And she suddenly started calling you 'pet'?! What perverted things have you been doing, you no good, lousy, stupi-"\n\nThere's a sudden flash of multicolored fire, and Akane's just... not standing there anymore. You blink a few times, looking back and forth, then stare at Samara who's dusting her hands off in a satisfied fashion.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hey, where'd she go?!"|FRanX33x1]]\n\n[["Did you, uh... did you... is she...?"|FRanX32x6]]\n\n[["... Bring her back, Samara. Please."|FRanX34x1]]

"My head's spinning," you murmur, giving it a little shake. "Ah... actually... could we maybe, y'know... cuddle for awhile?"\n\nSatan blinks once, then again. Her mouth opens and closes, apparently flummoxed. "You... have the chance for further depravity of any kind you wish, and you want to <i>cuddle</i>? ... With <i>me</i>?"\n\n"... It's kind of my desire," you add after a second. "I can't remember the last time someone just held me and was affectionate without an ulterior motive or knowing someone would come along and ruin it."\n\n"I... see," she says slowly, obviously taking a moment to absorb it. "Well then. I suppose if that is your desire, pet, since I have pledged to indulge you while you are my guest, then I've no choice. We will... cuddle."\n\nActually seeming a little awkward now, the massive red demon settles back down onto the bed, opening her arms as she turns towards you. A little uncertain yourself, you nevertheless scoot over and snuggle in. It's actually quite nice, feeling that big, hot body enfold you... not quite stifling this time, since you're just rubbing up against those massive breasts instead of getting pinned under them. Her shaggy legs feel soft and safe as they wrap around your own lower body, and her large arms are almost protective as they enfold you.\n\n"This is... truly what you desire?" the devil says quietly.\n\n"Yes, you're making me very happy, thank you," you murmur back just before drifting off to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up, you find you're laying on your back, sprawled out and with the feel of drool down your chin. You're alone, too, which makes you quite sad for a moment... until you feel something poking your cheek. A fingertip, specifically. "Hey. Hey." Blinking, you look to the side of the bed where the poker is standing, and spot a girl your own age standing there. Her black hair is pulled into twintails and tied with red ribbons, and her face is cute... with bright red eyes. She's wearing a black ribbon choker, and a black halter top and... actually, everything's black, except the belt of her little skirt. The visible straps of her panties are definitely black.\n\nWait, you thought clothes weren't allowed here? ... So if she's wearing clothes, that must mean, "Uh... Satan?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm!" She bobs her head, beaming at you and striking a little pose, fingers raised in a victory sign at her chin and cheek. "Of course you can tell, pet, since I'm adorable as always, even shrunk down like this."\n\n<img src="images/Samara.jpg">\n\nYou glance down at yourself briefly... you're still a guy, and still naked, though your cock has gone back to... er, actually, no, it's not back to its old size, it's definitely still bigger. It's just 'American porn star' big now instead of gigantic like it was. Squirming and fighting the urge to cover yourself now that the heady rush of earlier's worn off, and fighting off the panic of the potential consequences, you look back at your transformed host. "Uh, so, why <i>do</i> you look like that?"\n\n"Because I've decided that I'm going to continue indulging you, since you're such an interesting pet," she declares, grinning again and giving your cheek another poke. "I'm going to go back to your world with you, and from now on I'm going to take care of you."\n\n'Oh fuck I managed to get another fiancee and this one's the devil,' you think, breaking out into a cold sweat.\n\nShe pokes her tongue out at you. "I am <i>not</i> a fiancee. For one thing that implies some sort of wedding ceremony which usually involves a blessing of the union and clearly I don't go in for that sort of thing. If we were to be joined, it would be a civil ceremony. But I'm more of a fuck friend, I think."\n\n"S-stop reading my mind!" you splutter, sitting up and giving her an annoyed look.\n\n"No. Now, here, drink this," she says, thrusting a shot glass with a small amount of familiar-looking red liquid in it. At your dubious expression, she rolls her eyes and reaches out to pinch your nose, tilting your head back and dropping the liquid in your spluttering mouth. When you swallow by instinct, she lets go and says, "How do you really feel about me coming with you?"\n\n"I actually really want you to because I like you a lot and I'm thrilled at the idea of someone authentically wanting to help me and be nice to me instead of force me into stuff even though you're kind of forcing me into stuff right now," you immediately answer, then blink. "What the hell, it's truth serum too?!"\n\n"As far as your desires go," Satan answers smugly, tossing the shot glass negligently over her shoulder. She snaps her fingers again, your clothes appearing on your body. "Now come come, let's go, I'm eager to get about it."\n\nAfter a few seconds you shrug and get up. What are you going to do, argue? She just made you admit that you really want her to come, you'll plain sound like an idiot if you try to argue her out of doing it anyway, not that she'd listen to you. As the two of you make your way back to the frame, you ask, "So, uh, who are we going to tell people that you are?"\n\n"Honestly we could just tell them that I'm Samael, Lord of Hell, Ruler of the Damned, and fallen child of God if we wanted to, it probably wouldn't make much difference. One of the other Lucifers does it all the time and he still can't get people to believe him."\n\nThere is precisely nothing about any of that that you understand. "Okay but maybe at least a different name?"\n\n"Oh, fine fine, how about... Samara? Will that satisfy your worrying? Just tell everyone I'm your childhood friend that you stumbled across at the museum." At your nod, Samara smirks, then gives a little 'hup!' as she leaps through the frame, dragging you with her by the wrist. She lets go and takes a look around as you land back on the museum tile, both of you looking, well, normal again instead of subtly made up of brush strokes. "Ah, breathe that unpainted air!"\n\n"I don't notice any difference?"\n\n"After a few hundred years you would, trust me. Now, what to do, what to do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Akane will show up now.|FRanX32x5]]

You really honestly don't want to go to Hell, that's a level of one-upping your previous rescues that you don't actually need in your life. Besides, like Samara said... if it looks like Akane and has all of Akane's memories, it's Akane, right? "Uh, I guess the... succubus thing would be okay?"\n\n"Good choice! Honestly I like this plan, I think this will be fun, really!" Samara declares, seeming chipper indeed as she makes a gesture of pushing up nonexistant sleeves, then starting to scoop and wave her hands through the air. It looks like she's trying to splash nonexistent water, or maybe pile it onto clay she's sculpting. But you do notice a glow taking place above the ashes, and take another step back as they rise up and swirl around, starting to glitter and sparkle. A human form coalesces slowly, until finally the light 'pops' outward, revealing Akane... ... sort of. The short-haired girl now sports a pair of horns, a small set of black batlike wings sprouting from her back, and a spade-tipped tail sprouting from her lower back. She's also wearing an incredibly tiny black leather bikini, the bottom just barely big enough to cover her mound, and the top not quite big enough to entirely cover her nipples. She's also wearing a collar, shoulder-high gloves, and thigh-high stiletto heel boots, and a glowing tattoo vaguely evocative of the womb diagrams you've seen in health class has appeared on her stomach. \n\n"Happy birthday!" she declares cheerfully, flinging her gloved arms wide.\n\n"Don't do that, it's silly," Samara says flatly.\n\n"Sorry, Master, sorry!" Akane quickly blurts, bowing repeatedly in contrition to Samara, largely unrestrained breasts bouncing and wobbling. (Are they a bit bigger? They seem a bit bigger.)\n\n"Uh, Akane?" you speak up, leaning in a bit. "Are you... okay?"\n\n"I'm just fine, Ranma!" she declares happily as she pops upright, actually giving you a cute little salute while her tits are still shaking gently back and forth from the sudden motion. "Feeling great!"\n\nYou stare at her for long moments, then point with one hand as you look at Samara. "That's not Akane."\n\n"No, I told you, it's a succubus that looks like Akane and has all her memories. Instead of being a bitter, aggressive mortal girl angry at the world and full of issues, she's an amoral immortal who knows she exists to provide sexual pleasure to others and she's perfectly content with that. You don't think that means she'd be a little more upbeat?"\n\n"Uh." You blink at Samara, then look at Akane for confirmation.\n\n"Yup, I live to pleasure cocks!" Akane chirps, eyes sparkling as she clasps her hands together. "It's great! I mean, other stuff too, but pleasuring cocks is still the best!"\n\n"O... kay." You blink slowly a few times, then look at Samara. "This'll never work, everyone will know it's not her."\n\n"Psh, it's her in all the ways that matter to you Earthly sorts, it'll be fine," Samara declares, waving off your concern. "Slave, disguise yourself for the mortals."\n\n"Yes, Master!" Akane answers enthusiastically, her wings, horns, and tail quickly retracting, and her skimpy leather outfit visibly shifting and flowing outward into the clothes she was wearing before.\n\nYou look her up and down, unable to see any flaws... well other than the slightly bigger chest, which you're still not sure isn't at least mostly your imagination. Admittedly, the only 'tell' about it not being the authentic Akane is that she looks really happy... and it's not like even Akane is miserable and angry <i>all</i> the time. "Yeah, okay, I guess this is fine," you admit.\n\n"Oh, Ranma, it's time for us to go," Akane speaks up, pointing towards the door. Wow, you think that might be the first time she's ever told you something without either sounding desperate for help or with an implied 'you idiot' on the end. "The class is gathering to get on the bus."\n\n"Well then, let's be off!" Samara declares, striding forward, leaving Akane scurrying eagerly to catch up and you strolling behind in a bit of a daze.\n\nThe daze doesn't really go away until after dinner, when you're sitting on your futon, watching Samara undress. "So, uh, everyone seemed accepting enough of Akane, I guess they figure she's just in a good mood. ... They also seemed really accepting of you, what's with that?" you ask, though you're a bit distracted as she bends over to push her panties down, showing off her sleek pink pussy and perfect pale pucker to you.\n\n"Oh it's a simple little mind trick. They're already conditioned to accept visitors and strangers showing up at dinner with some connection to the past, my connection being particularly benign helped," she explains as she stands up and saunters over to you, grinning as she gives your shoulders a shove to push you back. "Similarly your father was conditioned to getting kicked out of the bedroom plenty, so telling him to sleep in the dojo wasn't that hard," she adds in a teasing voice, smirking at your blush as she sinks to her knees and tugs your boxers down and off. "And the longer I'm here, the more they'll just accept me as a natural part of life. But now, let's focus on things you desire more than exposition, shall we, pet?"\n\nYou moan softly as her mouth slides down over your cockhead. Her tongue seems to be maintaining a strictly human shape and size this time, but she's apparently still an expert in its use, swirling it around in circles and dragging it along the indent in the underside of your head, even as she starts bobbing up and down over it. However human her form she apparently doesn't have a gag reflex, as you watch her slender throat bulge with the girth of the enlarged cock she granted you, her choker looking like it's being strained a bit just from that. You stroke her head adoringly, even toying with the base of her twintails and playing with the ribbons as she pleasures you. But soon she pulls her mouth off of you and slides up, pressing her lips to yours as she settles her body down atop you and shifts her hips to sheath you inside of her. She doesn't feel quite as hot and molten now... but very much tighter, and very much more in the moment with you with her smaller body pressing in along yours. Giving in to the urge, you wrap your arms around her and roll her onto her back, pressing atop her and starting to thrust, feeling her slim but powerful arms and legs wrap around you in return.\n\n"Yes, yes, that's it, pet," she murmurs, shivering gently beneath you. Her moans and soft gasps, definitely much more delicate and cuter than they were earlier in her massive demon form, urge you on, putting your all into figuring out just which thrusts make her tight little pussy quiver the most and which ones make her arch beneath you and whimper in lust. You're fairly certain by the soft gushes of wetness that you make her cum twice before you're pushed over the edge yourself, pushing deep inside her and pouring your cum in, a delicate shudder of delight running through your own body. "Mmm... lovely, pet, lovely," she murmurs, licking your ear. Then she whispers, "But next time it's definitely my turn to fuck you, hm?"\n\nDenying you want that seems pretty silly considering, so you just blush and turn your head to kiss the side of her neck. "Yeah, 'kay, deal."\n\nBut right now, you really need to pee. You glance at the window outside, realizing the two of you were actually playing around for much longer than you thought, and it's now the middle of the night. Slipping out of Samara and giving her another quick kiss and a murmur of explanation, you get to your feet and pull your boxers back on before heading out of the room and down the stairs. You'd be more worried about going around in just your boxers, even in the middle of the night, but normally the threat of getting smacked for it would be from Akane, and... well...\n\nAs you're going back upstairs, though, you pause. You think you can hear something from somewhere in the house... something, well, lewd. Something that sounds like it has at least two participants. Except you're right here, and your lewding partner isn't, so that means... uh, well, that means other people in this house are fucking? You're not entirely sure where the sound is coming from, so where to check?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Nabiki's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Kasumi's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Soun's room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Your room.|FRanX]]\n\n[[The dojo.|FRanX]]

"Kill her? Well, obviously, that is what tends to happen when you bathe a human in hellfire," Samara replies breezily, flicking a finger downwards a few times in a pointing motion. Your head slowly lowers to note the small pile of ash on the floor where Akane was.\n\nEyes wide, you grab Samara's shoulders and start shaking her wildly. "Undo it! Undo it undo it undo it!"\n\n"Who-o-o-o-o-o do-o-o-o you-ou-ou thi-i-i-ink I-i-i-i a-a-am?" she replies, head bobbling back and forth while her twintails fling about wildly. Once you've stopped shaking her, she pokes her tongue out at you. "I can't <i>un-dead</i> someone, that's the other guy's schtick."\n\n"You have to! You can't just go around killing people, especially Akane!"\n\n"Keep your voice down, Mr. 'We Don't Want Anyone Knowing You're the Devil', not that I'm exactly afraid of anyone knowing about that. Or this." Samara gives a little shrug above where you're holding her arms. "Look, I know that for some reason you're inordinately attached to the little snot, but frankly it's an abusive relationship and you're better off without her."\n\n"Sh-she's not so bad!" you insist. "She certainly doesn't deserve to die!"\n\nSamara's expression goes flat. "Pet, I've seen your memories of her. She once fed you ramen made of soy sauce, sodium-heavy broth, extra salty salted pork, salted peanuts, salted and dried vegetable chips, dried instant ramen noodles, and an <i>entire container of table salt</i>, and then kicked you in the face when you threw up because she thought you were making fun of her."\n\nYou open your mouth. Close it. You really want to argue Akane's right to live but the Salt Ramen incident is sort of a difficult one on that front. "Look, just... just please, it's my desire to get her back!"\n\n"Oh, for..." Samara says heavily and rolls her eyes. "Fine, fiiiine, I suppose I could do something. Her energy is probably still lingering around, I bet I could snag it and reintegrate it with my own power."\n\n"A-and that'll bring Akane back to life?"\n\n"No, it will create a succubus that looks and sounds like Akane and has all of her memories. Probably have a much better disposition as a bonus."\n\n"Uh, but... wouldn't that not really be Akane, though?"\n\n"If it looks like her and has all her memories it's basically her, right? Oh I guess <i>technically</i> it's not the same being because it wouldn't have Akane's soul, but I told you, you humans barely even use those anyway, I doubt she or anyone else would miss it."\n\n"... I dunno..." You murmur, stepping back (careful not to step on the ash pile once you remember it) and rubbing the back of your head.\n\n"Well if you're really <i>that</i> attached to her soul specifically, I guess we could try to go get it back, but it wouldn't be easy to get it out of Hell."\n\n"H-hey, what makes you think Akane's in Hell?!"\n\nSamara purses her lips. "Salt. Ramen. Face. Kick. <i>She's in Hell.</i>" At your still somewhat dubious look, she gives a sigh and pulls a little black book out of nowhere, flipping through it. "Fine, fine, if you really want confirmation. Let's see, new arrivals, new arrivals... actor, professional social media influencer, politician, some general, actor, politician's aide, John Constantine <i>again</i>, a bunch of kittens-"\n\n"W-wait, kittens go to Hell?"\n\n"It's basically a 'return to sender', don't worry we just send them right back. Ah, here we are." She turns the book around and points at a set of Japanese characters amidst English, Arabic, Russian, and some sharp, rather devious-looking runes. "Akane Tendo." She claps the book closed and lets it disappear. "But like I said, I don't recommend it, it's dangerous."\n\n"But aren't you, y'know... the Devil? Can't you get whoever you want out?" Which, you realize, has a sudden very personal appeal considering you're standing over a small dustpile that used to be your fiancee.\n\n"I'm the Devil, but I'm not necessarily <i>the</i> Devil, you know? Ugh, it's hard to explain to mortals, but basically when we transfer over to Hell to get her out, she'll be there but it won't necessarily be my Hell. And even if it's mine, I've been gone awhile, not everyone may listen to me." She reaches up to pat you on the head. "Listen, pet, why don't I just weave a magic spell that makes everyone forget about her instead? It'll be like she never existed, no muss, no fuss, how about it, hmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with the succubus thing.|FRanX32x7]]\n\n[[Rescue Akane... <b>FROM HELL!</b>|FRanX]]\n\n[[Maybe the memory thing?|FRanX]]\n\n[[... Meh.|FRanX]]

Oh yeah, you remember when you were a kid and the fad for this stuff started. Same brand of shampoo used on show horses, supposed to make humans' hair look amazing too. Apparently some people still use the stuff even if the uproar over it's died out. Mai's "mane" of auburn hair certainly was nice and shiny.\n\nYour thoughts having turned to haircare trends and getting clean, your hardon flags somewhat until your cock dangles limply. You lather up your hair thoroughly and, not wanting to waste a good double-handful of suds, smear them across your body as the next best thing to soap (you figure). Concentrating on scrubbing at your hair to get all the oil of days of buildup out, at first you don't even notice as your sud-smeared cock begins to grow... not upward, but <i>down</i>, gaining length and thickness as the bubbles of the horse shampoo drip over it. Adding extra girth and length by the moment, it actually takes until you notice the growing heaviness for you to wash your face off and look down.\n\nBy that time its growth is nearly finished, your cockhead swaying somewhere around your knees and your balls almost the size of apples. You yelp and stagger back against the wall of the shower, your limp cock slapping against your inner thighs as you stare at it in shock.\n\n"Hey! You okay in there?!" you hear Mai call through the door.\n\n"Uh, fine!" you blurt back reflexively. Then you stare down at the fact that you're now hung like... well, a horse. You know you ought to be pleased, but mostly you're still in shock. Not knowing what else to do, you rinse off and then get out of the shower, toweling off before wrapping the towel around your waist... and barely concealing the dangling monster between your legs. You edge back out into the room proper, so distracted that you barely notice Mai standing there, now gloriously naked.\n\n"You sure you're alright?" she asks a bit suspiciously, looking you up and down. After a moment, you tentatively undo the towel and open it in front, showing off the limp firepole still swaying around at almost knee length. Rather than look shocked or upset, Mai just gives a little laugh. "Oh! Found the horse shampoo, huh?"\n\nShe walks over and throws an arm around your shoulders, hugging you against her side, and incidentally pressing your head against one of her bare breasts. "Yeah, things around here are often a little more than they seem. Gotta be careful about that! But don't worry about being able to find a pair of pants that fit... it should only last until morning or so."\n\nThen she turns around to face you and kneels down, wrapping a hand around your limp length and starting to stroke slowly, her other hand coming up to fondle one of your enlarged balls. You hiss softly as your massive cock begins to react, slowly stiffening between her fingers. "Which means, we've got all afternoon and all night to enjoy this big bad boy!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue|HLMai6x2]]

Nah, it's probably not really worth it. You watch as the soldiers suggest the fat man (his name's "Palmer", heheh) use the save point. He sweats even more as he moves over and fiddles with it. After about five minutes, he announces loudly that he's saved before waddling on, even though you can tell he hasn't. Luckily you manage not to guffaw yourself half off the tree branch until he and the soldiers are gone.\n\nYou settle back in, using various ninja techniques to keep yourself from fidgeting. Eventually there's another rustle, making you crouch down into readiness position, unconsciously mimicking your beloved pet cats. This time a trio of what are obviously adventurers come through. A guy in some sort of combat outfit with a bigass sword and hair like a chocobo, a chick with really big boobs and a pretty skimpy outfit, and... some sort of weird orange lion-dog thing. You wrinkle your nose... what the heck is that?! He's got tattoos and scars and you guess he seems pretty badass for a lion-dog. What's more, you can see some materia right out in the open, clipped to the barette in his mane. The big-tits chick in the short skirt also has hers displayed pretty publicly, in the knuckles of the gloves she's wearing. Chocobo-head has some too, but they're in the bigass sword on his back... you wouldn't care to try and do a grab-and-run on those!\n\nAlright, these look like a pretty good haul. Should you hit them? How?\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack the group!|FFYK]]\n\n[[Drop onto big-tits!|FFYK]]\n\n[[Drop on the lion dog!|FFYK]]\n\n[[Let 'em pass.|FFYK]]

"Your son Harold, what's his deal?"\n\n"Well, tell y'the truth, 'is grades've been droppin' somethin' fierce." Herschel sighs and scratches the side of his head with the blunt tips of his toon gloves. "Personally I think 'e's distracted from spendin' too much time on 'is own, an' not havin' anyone 'is own age to... y'know... hang out with."\n\n"So, what, you think he needs... a girlfriend?" You raise your eyebrows.\n\n"I was thinkin' almost prezactally that," Herschel affirms, snapping his gloved fingers silently. "Someone ta help 'im study, get 'is mind off things, talk stuff over with. A gal pal!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Help Harold get a girlfriend.|HerschelHorse3x2]]\n\n[[What were the other problems, again?|HerschelHorseStart2]]

"I guess I could try and help your son out," you finally say, giving a quick nod.\n\n"Ya'd have mah true an' honest thanks, good buddy, an' th' best reward I can give ya!" Herschel flops his white-gloved hand onto your shoulder. "I'd do anythin' ta make m'boy happy an' see him succeed in life! Now, you just come on back ta me when yer done an' let me know!"\n\nYou nod and walk a bit away, stopping to think. You can see Harold the Horse doing a "radical" dance for some kids not too far off. So his dad thinks he needs a girlfriend, huh? Wonder what you have to do to satisfy the conditions of the activity? Will it work as long as Harold goes over to Herschel and says he's happy? From some of the things you heard from Herschel, it's obvious that some "adult" solutions to this problem are probably also alright.\n\nWell, what do you think is the best approach?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to make a new mascot to be Harold's girlfriend.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Look around the park, find an actual girl that will agree to play along.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Talk to Harold first.|HerschelHorse7x1]]

Right, gotta get materia from somewhere, and you're a bit of a solo act to go into the dungeons where the really potent stuff is otherwise. It's not like you kill anybody! Just, y'know, beat 'em up, take their stuff, and leave them in the middle of the wilderness. ... Look they're probably fine alright? You've got an entire country to worry about, can't add worrying about random adventurers!\n\nYou've got a foolproof plan for attracting them, too! Because you have... a save point! Man stealing this thing was a bitch, but it's definitely worth it. You take it out of your item pouch and toss it onto the ground, letting it settle into place in the small clearing. There. Even if they don't know it's there, generally anyone who makes use of them tends to get drawn in towards them anyway. You leap up into the tree branches and settle into a good hiding spot, trying not to be bored to death while you wait for someone to come along. \n\nLuckily you don't have to wait too terribly long. There's a rustling in the underbrush, and a handful of people come trundling along... a portly, sweating guy in a suit with a metal briefcase, and a couple of Shinra guards. Hey, score! If they're not traveling by typical routes, that means that they must be transporting something super secret and really valuable! ... Either that or President Shinra just really hates this guy and decided to make him walk to Junon carrying a bologna sandwich. Hm. He's definitely kinda lightly-guarded for someone carrying top secret stuff too. Messing directly with Shinra is one thing, but risking bringing the heat on yourself for what amounts to the money in their wallets (and you know the soldiers won't have shiiiiit for cash) would be a bad deal.\n\nWut do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Jump 'em.|FFYK]]\n\n[[Let 'em pass.|FFYK1x2]]

<<if $justwatchedvideo is "false">>'Let's take a look at how the invasion is actually going,' you muse to yourself, making your way over to the lounge area and settling onto one of the surprisingly comfortable couches, considering the hole running through the back to allow tails through. \n\nThe moment you sit down a number of flat, translucent holographic screens pop up floating around you... some of them have small flashing dots in the corner which you presume means they're live, while others don't, which means they've most likely just been flagged as something you're likely to enjoy.<<set $justwatchedvideo to "false">><<else>>You peruse the selection of video feeds, trying to decide which you'd enjoy watching.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Trikeron soldiers invading a family home.|TriVid1]]\n\n[[A Trikeron Elite takes down a superheroine.|TriVid2]]\n\n[[A pair of Trikerons interrupts a wedding night.|TriVid3]]

"W-what?!" Ukyo squeaks, her face going red.\n\n"Ohhhh, Ranma finally decide he want to pick a wife for real, huh?" Shampoo simply smirks, apparently quite pleased at your declaration. "Is good leave Akane out then."\n\n"Yeah, she hates anything that even hints at sex," you say blandly. One of the reasons you've had to learn to almost completely suppress your own libido... and you're tired of it. "You both at least seem interested, so let's just lay cards on the table... the one who does better at fucking is the one I'll like elope with or whatever. How does that sound?"\n\n"Buh! Buh! Buh!" Ukyo stammers, looking back and forth between you and Shampoo, as if not quite believing this is actually happening. Then she swallows hard, and nods vigorously. "F-fine! If it's... if it's wifely duties that'll decide it, then fine! I'll show you not to underestimate the sexual prowess of a home-grown Japanese girl!" she adds, pointing dramatically at Shampoo... then opening her eyes wide as Shampoo leans down and closes her mouth over the fingertip. Whatever the Chinese Amazon does, it makes Ukyo yelp again and hop back. "That's <i>disgusting</i>! ... Darnit," she mutters, hanging her head.\n\n"Shampoo think she have pretty big advantage here," the purple-haired girl declares smugly. "We go upstairs to Shampoo's room and get started, yes?"\n\nSoon all three of you are ensconced in Shampoo's room, the door closed and locked and the curtains drawn. You're sitting sprawled on Shampoo's futon, your cock jutting up erect, both girls naked... well, Shampoo's more just nude, seeming as confident and assured as she is fully dressed if not moreso, hands on her hips and large breasts jutted out proudly. Ukyo looks like she's struggling against the urge to cover herself, though her body's certainly no slouch... she's a bit more on the slender side, her boobs not quite as large and her hips more sleek, but she's definitely got plenty to recommend her, and the blush is pretty cute, you've gotta admit.\n\n"So, Ranma is judge, we go until is satisfied of winner," Shampoo chirps. \n\n"W-wait, so how are we doing this, anyway?" Ukyo asks nervously. "Do we like... take turns or is it... um... ... both at once?"\n\n"Hm. That good question," Shampoo admits, folding her arms under her tits, not being terribly subtle about pressing them together and lifting them up to present them. "Ranma, we take turns, or...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yup!"|MRanCon]]\n\n[["Nah, both go at once."|MRanCon]]

"Let's just do a little contest, between you and Ukyo," you suggest.\n\nYou see Shampoo's eyes flash a little in a mix of anger at the very mention of Ukyo and delight at the chance to pit herself against her rival. "Hm. Shampoo no have problem with that! Always enjoy chance to show Ranma that Shampoo superior to spatula girl!"\n\nSoon enough Ukyo is standing in the Nekohanten as well, the brown-haired girl wearing one of her standard outfits of black tights and a loose folded top wrapped around the middle with a white sash. "Hmph. Well I guess I don't mind taking a chance to kick Shampoo's ass at any opportunity," she declares, Shampoo huffing a little at the echo of her own earlier statement. "So what sort of contest y'thinkin', sugar?" she asks cheerfully, looking at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Cooking contest!"|MRanCon]]\n\n[["Sexy wrestling!"|MRanCon]]\n\n[["Fucking!"|MRanCon1x2]]

You don't remember the profile saying anything about summoning monsters... but then again it did say that you had several special abilities. Shrugging, you announce aloud, "Summon monster!"\n\nYou watch as a shadowy mist forms behind the guard and the dog, billowing upward... and your eyes widen as it 'bursts', revealing a giant, toothy maw and innumerable writhing green tentacles.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/yxwMP9f.png>\n\nHoly crap, it's one of those... those cigarette monsters! Marl-... no, Malboro! You don't think the guard and the dog even see it coming as tentacles whip out and wrap around them, hauling them both into the air... and it turns out, you had not seen enough hentai to realize where this was going. You stare in slack-jawed shock as the guard's pants are torn off and one of the plantlike green tentacles is forced up his ass, the man yelping and jerking in the grip of the monster as he's violated, his limp cock dangling and wobbling with his movements. The dog similarly yelps as a tentacle is pushed up its own ass, another wrapping around the base of its furry ballsack to squeeze. The molesting Malboro brings both in closer to its mouth, and exhales a cloud of pink smoke. Both twitch, then get glazed looks in their eyes, tongues lolling out in shockingly similar smiles of bliss.\n\nYou watch as the human guard's cock quickly springs to full hardness and starts dripping pre, while the guard dog's glistening red cock unsheaths, shaking and dripping clear fluid onto the train platform as it's tentacle raped up the ass. The human guard is obviously bucking his hips back towards the thrusts of the tentacle in his own ass, and gives a wanton yowl of pleasure as a second one is stuffed into his stretched hole. His further vocalizations are muffled as a tentacle is shoved between his lips, his tongue faintly visible working at it, the dog's throat bulging as it too gets face-fucked. In only moments both man and dog are spurting long streamers of cum through the air, again and again in time with the tentacles pumping into their assholes. Then the Malboro abruptly tosses them both into its maw, both man and beast disappearing into the darkness behind its teeth before the entire monster disappears again in a flurry of black mist.\n\nYou're still processing what you've seen when a dialog box pops up. 'You have activated your Summon Monster special ability. In the future, you will always be offered three cards, a Green, a Blue, and a Red. Picking any of them will summon a powerful monster theoretically capable of dealing with your current opponent. (This first use simulated a critical summoning, meaning a monster much higher level than the enemy.) Green cards are monsters that fight normally, Blue cards are monsters that fight sexually, and Red cards are monsters that can do both. Be sure to pick monsters that are appropriate for your situation... picking the wrong one can lead to disaster! Using Summon Monster will also entirely deplete your MP, but it will regenerate over time. Try to summon as many different monsters as you can, and see what effect it has on your Mako Focus!'\n\nO... kay. You haven't even had it explained what your Mako Focus is yet, but you're not sure if you want to earn bonuses to it by watching people get tentacle-raped or whatever. ... Then again. Just shaking your head, you hurry on to join back up with the rest. After a brief exchange wherein you confirm your name as 'Erica', you, Cloud, and Barret begin fighting your way through the Reactor, doing in mostly guard robots. At first you're reduced to hitting things with your staff, Cloud and Barret giving you annoyed looks, but eventually your MP regenerates enough that you're able to start frying stuff with Bolt 1.\n\nOnce at the reactor proper, you watch as Cloud takes the bomb, walks forward, and hesitates, twitching. ... Oh riiiight, he's having some sort of flashback or whatever, isn't he? Hm, wonder if you'll get some sort of 'tragic past' type of treatment too? Probably not until either Aerith or Hojo shows up, from the sounds of that 'MAGE' thing. As expected, the moment he hooks it up, the alarm starts blaring, and there's a creaking noise from overhead. You scramble back on the walkway as a huge robot drops down, its six drill-tipped legs thunking into place, the even larger drill on the front extending and retracting a few times. Was that what the first boss was like?! This one definitely looks like some sort of construction equipment turned into a guard!\n\nHaving instinctively lined up in a row with Cloud and Barret, you realize no one's doing anything, which must make it your turn. Well, your MP's full, and it's the boss battle... you guess it's time to use the Summon ability again. Taking a breath, you call "Summon Monster!" and watch as a trio of floating, glowing 'cards' appear in front of you... the green one reading 'Kill', the blue one 'Fuck', and the red 'Destroy'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Fuck.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Destroy.|FF7F]]

You definitely feel shocked, but it seems like you should be more panicked than you are. Whatever changed you into some powerhouse of a shemale (hm, idle check... no, no pussy, definitely a shemale) has apparently affected your mind. It seems like you ought to be more upset about that than you are, but meh. Still, better find out what happened. You sit up all the way and take another look around, this time spotting the spear you touched in the museum leaned against the nearest tentpost. Ah, that's where it got to.\n\nBefore you can get up and start looking for some clothing, the tent flap is opened and a girl half-walks half-stumbles in. She's pretty, and you'd guess around seventeen or so. Her hair is long and blonde, just a bit unkempt, her face pretty, with aristocratic cheekbones and slender chin. She's wearing nothing but a thin white garmen that goes down to her knees... you're guessing it's some form of undergarment... and a rough leather collar around her neck. Her breasts are large (though not as large as yours), and heaving under the thin shift with her frightened breathing. The rest of her that you can make out looks quite nice too, with gently curving hips and long perfect legs.\n\nYour monster of a cock begins to have a reaction, stirring in your lap and slowly beginning to lift up. The girl's blue eyes lock on it and widen in obvious fright, and her slender throat works as she visibly swallows. She's trembling, but manages to force out, "I am... I am to be bred by you, my... my master," she manages.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, well, if you insist.|ShemaleBarbarian]]\n\n[[No, wait, this is wrong.|ShemaleBarbarian2x1]]

Whoa. The idea of being, well... King of the Fairies (kinda sorta, apparently)? ... Okay the phrasing of that might just barely pass the giggle test. But still, it sounds like a pretty cushy deal. And Tania is... well, Tania is amazingly gorgeous, and you kind of have to admit that you wouldn't mind getting to hang out with the only fairy that seems to have a fairly solid head on her shoulders. You kind of have to wonder if that's why she made the offer too... it must be a little lonely being the only even-tempered person in a land where 'ooo shiny!' is the default. "I mean... if you really want <i>me</i> as your King Consort, Queen Tania, then... I guess I'd be honored to accept that position."\n\n"Excellent," Tania replies, just a bit too quickly for her otherwise perfectly refined manner. "Then we should begin at once." She rises from the throne and strides forward, her cape of golden hair swaying behind her as she moves to take your hand. "Alina, you have Meadow Duty, do you not?"\n\n"Awwwwww!"\n\n"You must not set aside your duties," Tania says evenly, though from the steadily stoking fire in her golden eyes you can guess that her proclamation has more to do with wanting you all to herself for awhile than scheduling propriety. "You will get to see Eric later."\n\n"Well okay then! Bye, Queen Tania! Bye, Eric!" Alina chirps as she turns and practically skips out of the throne room.\n\n"So, um-" You start, then yelp a bit as the queen rather abruptly hauls on you, pulling with you as she strides towards and down a hallway leading off from the throne room. Though her stride is elegant and measured, she's managing to hurry despite it, the quickness of those elegant movements making her rather more generous than the average fairy's breasts and rear bounce with every step. Her zeal to breed and the sight of that soon has you stiff and throbbing in your jeans, making it just a little uncomfortable to walk, but you manage to keep up with her (not that she's giving you much choice). Every so often you pass more fairies in the skimpy golden attire of her guard, standing at perfect attention at intervals.\n\n"It's been quite some time since I was with a male fairy, you know," Queen Tania says evenly, though you can pick up a faint undercurrent of breathiness in her voice. It might have something to do with her obviously glistening pussy, and the dewdrop-like trickles of wetness sliding down her thighs, glistening with almost rainbow-like sparkles of light. "I would very much like to spend several hours simply sucking your balls, reveling in the smoothness of them on my tongue, feeling them move as I sucked them against my lips, running my hands along strong thighs. I would love to feel your prick between my breasts, looking up to see a beautiful fairy man as he worked himself against my tits to his completion, spilling himself all over my face and marking me with the sign of his climax. And I would very, very much like to feel a male fairy's smooth, perfect hands stroking my waist, gripping my hips, perhaps even delivering adoringly brutal blows to my buttocks as he thrust into my quivering pucker."\n\nYou swallow hard, your cock going from 'throbbing' to 'aching' at her little litany, actually starting to feel wetness spreading around the head from the amount of pre you're now soaking into your underwear. "Y-yeah?"\n\n"Most certainly," Tania agrees with gentle vehemence as the two of you approach a large set of golden doors. They swing open ahead of you, revealing an opulent bedroom done primarily in shades of gold with accents here and there of other colors, generally an iridescent mixture of them that flickers against the brightness. The room is certainly dominated by a four-poster bed, which is probably in itself the size of a decently-sized bedroom in most of the places you've been in. Standing at each corner of it is a fairy guard, none of them so much as blinking as Tania leads you over to the bed, then half-pulls, half-pushes you onto your back on it, her hands grabbing for your jeans. Though she deftly undoes them, the speed with which she does it makes it feel more like them being torn open, your cock springing upward and swaying at an angle above your belly as she hauls your jeans and underwear off. "However, all of that must come later. First and foremost, you must impregnate me. All other forms of enjoyment must wait until that has been fulfilled."\n\n"R-right." You stare as Tania gives a flit of her elaborate, butterfly-like golden wings, the movements sending flickers of rainbow colors shimmering across them like the surface of a soap bubble. But that single flit of her wings is enough to lift her up and bring her back down, now straddling your lap, her dripping, impressively hot pussy actually resting against your balls. You shiver and let out a moan as her delicate hands wrap around your cock, gently stroking it, even the slightest motions so incredibly skilled that you can't believe you don't cum then and there. But maybe that's the point... and you're shocked to find that, yes, you could get a bit harder, your cock growing just a little longer and thicker, practically visibly vibrating with every beat of your heart. Starting to feel lightheaded, you glance around. "Ah... w-what about them?" you ask, your voice coming out strained. "Won't they want to... join in?"\n\n"Ah, worry not about my loyal guards," Tania coos, glittering golden eyes now dancing with wickedness as she looks down at you. "Since fairies are naturally unserious and prone to losing focus, those who volunteer for periods in my Royal Guard wear magical helmets that instill absolute focus and obedience. They could watch us fuck for hours and not so much as become wet without my say-so. Which you will see them do very shortly. Because now..." Her lips finally part, that facade of calm starting to crack, her smile becoming wilder as she lifts herself up and forward, large tan breasts wobbling lightly above your face as she guides your prick to her sopping entrance, little trickles of glittering, rainbow arousal running down the length of your cock. "For the first time in over a thousand years, it is time that I was knocked up!"\n\nWith that rather unqueenly phrasing, she thrusts herself down, burying your cock in her to the hilt. You gasp loudly and thrust up against her, lifting your ass off the bed and raising her up some as well. Alina felt so good around you, but this... this is beyond anything you could have imagined! She's so hot inside that it seems like it should almost be uncomfortable, and yet it's nothing but pleasurable. She's so wet that it almost feels like your cock is drowning, but if it is you want to drown more than anything in your life. She's squeezing around you so hard and yet so gently, those perfect, soft, firm, smooth, textured inner walls working you almost as skillfully as her hand did. You grasp her hips, but are unable to do anything more than hold them as she begins riding atop you, those beautiful butterfly wings flicking a little with every movement, her full, perfect brown breasts bouncing above you, her beautiful, elegant face flushed with parted lips and blazingly lustful eyes as she scorches you with her gaze. It feels like you should have started cumming instantly, but instead you can feel yourself being held at the edge, even building the tiniest bit higher with it with every stroke of those round tan hips.\n\n"Not yet," she rasps, tone a sultry and wicked echo of her normal refined tones. "Not yet, I won't let you yet, not after all this time, I'll make you build it up, I'll make you give me more than you've ever given anyone, I'll make you give me enough to satisfy a thousand years without a beautiful fairy cock, my love!"\n\nYou have no idea how she's actually making you hold back from cumming, but you're apparently at her mercy completely. It dawns on you that this is what it means to be Tania's King... she owns you. She controls you. She may not own your thoughts or your mind, but your body... she'll decide what you do with it. She'll decide when you cum. At the moment, as desperate as you are for release, the feeling of just almost cumming in that heavenly, devilish pussy of hers constantly is more than enough to make you wish for absolutely nothing else in the world. Almost without thinking, your hands slide up, grabbing those full breasts and squeezing them, her quick, eager riding getting all the moreso as you do. Your brain settles into a pleasure-fogged place where time has no meaning... it's not just that you're not sure how long Tania fucks you, but as if she's always been fucking you, as if you've never known anything else but the sound of her queenly, whorish moans and shuddering gasps, the feel of her pussy wrapped around your cock, the motion of her warm, perfect body above you. And when she finally does let you cum, it just seems to keep going, pouring out of you like a geyser, a waterfall, a neverending river, an orgasm that seems to last years, your body shuddering and arching against her as you feel like you're gushing out your very soul into her, and getting just as much back in the soaking torrent of her own climax that gushes across your balls, lap, and thighs.\n\nBut if you thought that was going to be the end of things, you're quickly proven wrong. As you start coming back to your senses, you can see Tania above you, obviously shivering in lingering delight herself... then leaning forward, your cock sliding out of her with a slight dribble of cum escaping. She prowls forward, the mixture of grace and desire causing her movements to be like those of some predatory feline as she prowls forward further towards the center of the bed, that long golden hair parting around her back and trailing along the covers as she moves, displaying her round ass and that supernaturally perfect pussy to you as she moves. All it takes is the briefest glance over her shoulderfor you to be up and moving into place behind her, this time taking over the task of guiding yourself to her entrance and pushing inside her, your hands gripping her slender waist as your hips begin pounding against her, slapping against that divine ass and making it jiggle.\n\n"Yes, yes, breed me!" the gracious Queen of the Fairies moans pleadingly, rocking back against you to make the impacts against her ass strike all the more firmly, her full brown breasts swaying wildly under her. "Breed your queen! Breed my goddess-cunt like I was some mindless bitch in heat, my animal-king!"\n\nAll you have to answer her divine lewdness with is more moans as you indeed rut her like a dog, leaning forward to put your hands on the bed as well, feeling her tits brush and bounce against the sides of your arms as you focus on fucking her as fast and hard as you can, your only thought as you have sex with this miniature goddess being to knock her up, to fill her with your children, to propagate your species like the lowest and brainless bug on the planet, to fill her cunt with your cum over and over again until she's heavy and gravid like any farm cow.\n\nAfter that everything is just one long blur of pleasure, of various positions, Tania's voice by turns sweet, lewd, demanding, and pleading as you pour load after load into her in your attempts to breed, all the while with those four virtually-naked guards standing stoically at the corners of the bed, silent observers to their queen alternately declaring her domination over all of existence and begging to be treated like a domesticated animal. You're not even sure when it becomes too much for you and you finally sink out of your pseudo-mindless state of arousal and down into sleep. But when you come to, you're laying serenely in the bed with your head on the absolutely perfect pillows, your body clean and bare, and a sense of warmth and softness at your side, a gentle pressure wandering across your chest. You turn your head to find Tania pressed to your side, bare breasts pillowing against you, one finger tracing patterns on your well-defined torso. "Good morning," she says evenly, her smile regal, and yet with the echo of wickedness you now know very well hidden behind it for only you to see.\n\n"Morning," you reply, unable to help blushing a little.\n\n"That was quite the experience. I hope I didn't overwhelm you, but then as I said... it's been a very, very long time," she continues, smiling wider.\n\n"I mean... you definitely overwhelmed me, but I can't say I mind," you answer, starting to grin as well.\n\n"You did very well, and I am now pregnant with what will be our firstborn," Queen Tania adds. Her golden eyes sparkle mischievously at your obvious shock. "I am Queen of the Fairies, Eric my love... I ought to know when I'm good and bred."\n\n"R-right. It's just... a bit to take in."\n\n"You had best become used to it," Tania says as she draws away from you, flitting her wings so that she can lift off the bed and flutter over it to land beside it, with you doing the same a moment later on the assumption she expects you to follow. "While it was most important to perpetuate the royal line... which is why I also helped things along a bit with a few minor spells... there must be a broader injection of new blood into the fairy race. You will need to breed with a number of other fairies of my choosing, as well."\n\nShe pauses, obviously considering, then her eyes glitter like the gold they resemble again. "Ah! It occurs to me that we have a very convenient method for that we can begin with right away! My royal guard is selected from those fairies who are in the best health and of the fittest physical nature. Obviously they would be an obvious place to start with. Guards!" she adds with a light clap of her hands, the quartet at the edges of the bed all straightening a bit more. "Line up at the side of the bed, spears away!"\n\nYou're still struggling to catch up to this development as, moving in perfect, military-regimented movements, the four guards converge on the side of the bed you and Tania are standing near. They release their spears, the golden lengths disappearing in flickers of light like dandelion puffs being blown away, then stand there, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting.\n\n"Loincloths off!"\n\nNow moving in near-perfect unison, all four reach to their left side and work a small catch at the sides of the scalemale loincloths, allowing them to loosen and drop to the floor at their feet, baring each of them's smooth pussies, their hands immediately going back to their sides.\n\n"Present!"\n\nAgain, as if they were all being issued commands from the same remote control, the four guards turn to the left on the balls of their feet, then lean forward to place their hands on the bed, jutting their bare asses towards you, those smooth, clean pussies all displayed in a row.\n\n"Become wet!"\n\nThough you wouldn't think that such a thing would be possible to do on command, all four of the helmeted fairies' pussies instantly begin to glisten, droplets of arousal quickly starting to roll down their inner thighs.\n\n"There," Tania says in satisfcation, turning to you with a smile. "Now, my king, if you would put that magnificent cock of yours to work?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, my Queen!|MFairy1x2]]\n\n[[Uhhhh, you're not sure about this...|MFairy]]

Hey, y'gotta say, there's something to be said for absolute obedience! Grinning, you move to the leftmost guard fairy where she's bent over the bed. Wrapping a hand around your prick, you rub the tip of your prick up and down her slit, seeing if there are any of the typical fairy-ish responses you've come to expect... wiggling, giggling, jiggling, any of that. But there's not so much as a peep, just stoic silence, the fairy staring straight ahead at the wall as you tease at her. Shrugging a little, you thrust into her and grab hold of her hips, starting to pump into her hard and fast. You glance down the row of the other four, grinning a little as you reach out to the side, dipping two fingers into the adjoining guard's dripping cunt, then moving them up to push into her asshole instead. You continue to toy with her to please yourself, fingering her holes and even occasionally smacking one or the other's ass, all while they stair straight ahead, as focused on the wall as they are their own duties.\n\n"I must admit, it is quite amusing to see the silly little bitches getting fucked in this context," Tania adds with a soft laugh, moving up behind one of the other guards and repeating your original motion, albeit with three fingers, stroking and twisting them in the unreacting guard's tight rear hole once they've been lubed up. "I've never put my guards in a sexual situation before, seeing the tittering twits still so serious and solemn when they're getting their holes pounding is quite a sight."\n\nYou don't have <i>quite</i> that strength of feeling, but then you haven't been putting up with the 'silly little bitches' for a thousand years. Since you realize you really have no one to impress here, you indulge yourself in cumming whenever you want, unlike Tania choosing for you all last night. The moment your orgasm builds, you yank the guard fairy back against you and let out a moan as you spill your load deep inside her, the helmeted girl not so much as blinking as you do your best to impregnate her. Slipping out of her, you waste no time in sidling to the side and thrusting into the next guard, starting to fuck her with just as much reckless abandon as you'd use with any sex toy. Of course this time you have a guard on either side to play with, squeezing their pert asses, smacking them, playing with their holes. Tania has fallen back to settle in a chair nearby, legs spread wide as she watches you, apparently getting off on you fucking the obediently stoic guard fairies and using them like so many realdolls. You fuck the second, then the third, then the fourth, dumping a load in each of them and moving on without so much as a 'thank you'. Once you've stepped back to admire your work, that being the row of presented pussies with dribbles of cum dripping out of them, Tania suddenly swoops in, grabbing you and tumbling with you onto the bed, leaving the four bent over and expressionlessly watching your lovemaking with the queen with your cum still oozing down their thighs.\n\nAfter a much abbreviated version of the previous day's revels, Tania bids you spend the day relaxing and enjoying yourself while she sees to other things. So, not really bothering with pants again, you stroll nude through the hallways, taking in the sights of artwork and architecture, and of course the fairy guards. Knowing now that they simply won't care (or pounce you), whenever you see one with a nice body you amble over and play with them a bit, tweaking their nipples or rubbing their hips, or slipping your fingers into their pussy, all while they stare forward without acknowledging your molestation. You lounge in the gardens, rather more typical fairy servants bringing you drinks and food, one of said maids dilligently and rather more enthusiastically sucking your cock for several hours while you sip wine and eat grapes and cheese. Eventually Tania sends word that she'll be too busy overnight to share your bed, so with a bit of a shrug you turn in.\n\nWhen you get up in the morning, breakfast is waiting, and you're informed that once you're done, the Queen is waiting for you on the 'review field'. You also notice that the golden-helmeted fairy guards are absent from the bedroom. Making your way there, you find that it's an extremely long, broad, flat-topped branch, easily the length of several football fields. You're a bit surprised at the sight of the fairy guards standing shoulder-to-shoulder, hands at their sides and backs straight, obviously at attention. Tania is sitting on a throne with what looks like a golden spider statue for a base, grinning as she spots you. "There you are, my King. I have some wonderful news! All four of the guards you fucked last night have been confirmed as pregnant." At your mild shock, she laughs. "Yes, indeed! It appears the spell on their helmets makes their bodies quite obedient as well! So those guards have been rotated into the inactive roster, and the next four fairies due for guard duty brought in and given helmets. You now see the full 100 fairies of my royal guard assembled. And it will be your duty for the day... to knock up each and every one."\n\nWith that, she raises her voice. "Guards! About face!" Moving in just as close to unison as the four did previously, 100 fairies immediately spin around to face away. "Present!" With that, almost more in a steady wave starting from the first and moving on, the fairy guards bend forward and grab their own ankles, leaving their bare asses and pussies displayed and waiting. "Become wet!" And now, as far as you can see, their cunts start dripping, glistening with arousal in the morning sun shining down through the tree's branches. Tania smirks at your steadily growing smile as her legs slowly part, a hand sliding between them. "Well? To work, my King."\n\nNodding eagerly, your cock stiff and eager to begin, you move up to the first fairy guard in line and give her ass a preliminary smack, which doesn't make her so much as rock in place even though her pert rear jiggles a little, before grabbing her waist and starting to pump into her. The very thought that there's ninety-nine more pussies waiting for you to fuck them, dripping and eager even as the fairies they're attached to stare at the ground, stokes you higher than even the feel of the hot, sodden cunt wrapped around you, and it's only a handful of thrusts before you're dumping your load into her. Not bothering to take time to enjoy the afterglow, you pull out of her and take a step to the side, then start thrusting into the next fairy guard, your hips slapping her raised rear. A glance over your shoulder shows Tania watching and eagerly frigging herself, clearly enjoying the show, her motions slow and steady enough to show that she's settled in for an all day affair.\n\nAnd so it goes, you moving down the line of stoic, unresponsive fairy guards, fucking their dripping pussies for as short or long a time as you like, knowing that each time you pour a nice thick load of boyfairy cum into them, you're knocking them up. After the first, there's always a fairy on either side to play with, toying with them freely and indulging yourself in their bodies, knowing they'll never utter so much as a grunt of complaint. You slide your thumbs into the ass of the one you're currently fucking and grip her asscheeks with your hands, and she doesn't so much as grimace as you use her asshole for a better grip while fucking her and knocking her up. Glancing to the right, you see a line of fairies still almost as far as you can see, all bent over and waiting for your seed like the obedient toy soldiers they are. To your left stretches a nearly as long line of still bent-over guards, each of their knocked-up pussies still dripping with your cum. Tania all the while fingers herself while watching you fuck and impregnate her loyal guards, the slender golden legs of her throne moving her along behind you.\n\nSlowly, steadily, you approach the end of the line. The sun has long since set, the review field lit now by numerous fireflies that have alit in the branches. Behind you, ninety-nine impregnated fairies still grip their ankles, waiting on permission to straighten up. You pause just briefly in the midst of pushing into the last guard... both the look of this ass and the feel of her pussy are faintly familiar, though obviously you've had a number of others today to the point they all blended together a bit. Still, you pull out briefly and glance down at the tilted face, to see Alina, uncharacteristically solemn and serious, staring towards the ground. Aw, how nice for her, her turn as a fairy guard came up! Smirking, you push back into her, only bothering with a few thrusts before using her as a cumdump and knocking her up... you've already had her pussy plenty, after all.\n\nSomehow you doubt your queen will let you go wanting for fresh guards on a regular basis, on this occasion.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MFairy1xEnd]]

You're kind of curious just what sort of robots this thing can make, considering its slightly cheesy low-rent aesthetic. Ignoring Ranma's continued shouts and squirming, you tap the option. All that comes up are three selections... 'Sexbot', 'Gynoid', and 'Android'.\n\nWell it's not very descriptive is it? Still, just from the words, you can kind of guess... each one must be a level of how 'realistic' the resulting robot will be. Sexbot being probably very robot-y looking, and Android being extremely lifelike, with you guess Gynoid being somewhere in between. \n\nAlright, let's see what this baby can do!\n\n<hr>\n[[Sexbot.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Gynoid.|RanDeb]]\n\n[[Android.|RanDeb]]

Alright, let's see what this dollmaker thing can do. You tap the option to spawn it, and rather like a videogame a green square appears on the floor to guide where you can put it. You select one of the corners, and with a fade-in of an outline followed by solid surfaces, the Dollmaker appears. It's a fairly large, wide silver-white cylinder with an open front and a broad rectangular base. The walls of the cylinder look a few inches thick, and the floor of it maybe a foot or so. A small screen on a swivel attached to the side of the cylinder reads 'Insert subject to begin'. Nodding thoughtfully, you shrink the window back down.\n\n"Huh? Hey, what the heck is that thing?" Ranma asks, looking over quizically... before she yelps as you grab her by the upper arm. "Huh?! Hey, Eric, what the heck?!" she demands as you drag her over and give her a toss into the device, a clear door quickly swinging closed over the open front of the cylinder. Ranma wheels around and pounds her fists against it, but apparently whatever it's made of can handle even her strength. "What the hell?! Lemme out!" she demands, her voice heavily muffled, as is her next yelp as parts of the interior of the cylinder open and robotic armatures swing out, clamping manacles around her wrists, upper arms, and ankles. "HEY!"\n\nMore armatures, these tipped by what look a lot like laser pointers, emerge from other parts of the cylinder, little beams of red light emerging. Ranma yips in shock and apparent fear as they play over her, but all that happens is her clothes falling to the floor in shreds, which are quickly sucked up into small vents. The now naked redhead continues to squirm and struggle against her restraints, but since they're able to hold her mostly still all it does is result in a lot of jiggling of her now bare tits.\n\nThe screen now displays a simple, low-res text list of its various options:\n\n[[Sex Dolls|RanDoll2x1]] - Obviously, a selection of different kinds of sex doll to turn her into.\n\n[[Minifigs|RanDoll1x1]] - Huh, you guess that means... actual dolls? Interesting how far it can go!\n\n[[Robots|RanDeb2x3]] - Well, you guess robots are a kind of doll? But apparently there's several kinds to turn her into!

You're kinda curious about this whole 'Devices' thing, so you tap on that option. Immediately a list pops up, with a handful of items sorted to the top... there's a lot of others but they're either greyed out or in red. At a guess from some of the names, there's not enough room in here to spawn them, or some other conditions aren't being met. Either way there's still some interesting entries on the list.\n\n[[My Little Dollmaker|RanDeb2x2]] - Apparently it can turn anyone you put into it into various kinds of dolls, including sex dolls.\n\n[[MegaMilker|RanMilker1x1]] - Looks like some sort of milking machine with built-in restraints. "No milk? No problem!" declares the description, so apparently it's capable of inducing lactation if necessary.\n\n[[The Orgasmatron|RanOrgtron1x1]] - Amusing name, apparently it's a very multi-talented fucking machine with lots and lots of different options that it can use on random or with direction.\n\n[[The Chair|RanDeb5x1]] - A simple name, but apparently it's a device that lets you strap someone into it and basically just reprogram them like a computer. ... Well, this is all a computer simulation, so you guess that makes even more sense.\n\n[[The Duplimatic|RanDupStart]] - Apparently this will make an exact duplicate of whoever you put in it... well, it says you can make a few tweaks too. But it also says that the duplicate will be completely loyal to you and do whatever you say!\n\n[[Training Suit|RanSuitStart]] - From the sound of it, this is some sort of bodysuit or something that will encase a girl and train them to be obedient and sexual.\n\n[[Bot|RanBotStart]] - Kind of a, uh, simple name. But apparently it's some robot that's specifically designed for giving girls intense pleasure... whether they want it or not.

"Honey, I'm hoooome!" Kira calls as she saunters in.\n\nYou immediately come bounding out of the kitchen, smiling brightly at her. "Welcome home, honey!" you simper eagerly as she toes out of her pumps, wiggling like an excited puppy at seeing her again. Pregnancy has swollen your tits with milk until they're almost as large as hers, your belly heavy and taut. You still have plenty of tone and strength left from your old life, the one that doesn't matter anymore, so carrying around twins hasn't stopped you from tackling all the household duties even more eagerly than... whatsername, that girl with the ponytail... ever did. "How was your day?"\n\n"Hhhhhha." Kira rests a hand on her hip and shakes her head. "Pretty sure I knocked up another three of my girls today. I just can't help myself!" she complains, hauling up the front of her skirt to show the hot pink tiger-stripe pattern panties stretched over her massive bulge. "This thing you saddled me with feels like it possesses me! I try to have a normal talk or just collect my money, and then all of a sudden I'm pounding their pussies telling them they're gonna be my baby factory."\n\n"Sorry, honey," you mewl with a little pout, squirming and making the heart-shaped tags on your collar jingle.\n\n"Ah well. As usual you can make it up to me by sucking my balls while I'm eating the dinner you've made, slut."\n\n"Oooo, yay!"\n\n<b>Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon</b> end - <i>Kira's Content Cunt</i>

Kira blinks. "Wait, what? I told you to throw-"\n\nShe cuts herself off with a gasp, dropping backwards before catching herself on her hands, hips lifting and jerking forward as a bulge starts to form in her panties. It grows incredibly rapidly, a pair of fat brown balls quickly starting to overflow the little purple leopard-print panties, and a thickening shaft pressing the front of them out. Your eyes widen as you watch the panties stretch further and further, then abruptly snap as the prick they're trying to contain simply grows too big. In a matter of seconds the fully-formed fuckpole is jutting up in the air, wobbling back and forth a bit with Kira's shudders, matching the pudding-like jiggle of her tits.\n\n"Hhhhhaaa... hhhaaaa..." Kira looks down the valley of her breasts at her new dick, eyes a little glazed. You have to admit you're staring too... if anything, it's bigger than you imagined it might be. You expected it to be of a size comparable to her tits, and it certainly is that... in fact it looks like without much effort she could probably bend herself down and wrap her tits around her own prick for a very personal paizuri experience. "Y-you... you little slut... you threw... oh fuuuck it's throbbing," Kira groans, raising her eyes to look up at you.\n\nThe flash in them is the only warning you get before she grabs you and yanks you towards her, hauling you onto the bed and then shoving you forward into her lap, rubbing your cheek against that huge tan shaft. "So this is what you wanted, huh? Decided you wanted <i>me</i> to be the man? That's it, huh?" You make a muffled sound of protest as she shoves your head down and presses your face against her balls, grinding you in against them some. Gripping her fingers in your hair, she yanks your head back up some to look at her. "Is that what you want, huh, you little slut?" she growls, though there's a hint of a purr in there as well. \n\n"I... I just... it was an impulse, I dunno, I-" you stammer, your face red, your body tingling and shivering lightly.\n\n"Well if you've decided you wanna be the girl and I should be the man, I'm gonna go all the way! Open your mouth, whore. I said open. Your. Mouth," she almost-snarls, then smirks when after a brief hesitation you obediently part your lips wide. She immediately moves your head and shoves your mouth down over that thick prick, your eyes widening as she starts shoving you up and down roughly on it, almost immediately starting to force it into your throat, leaving you gagging and gasping. "See? This is what you get when you give me a cock, slut, I'm gonna use it on you however I want. I won't even give a fuck about you getting off, if that's what you want. But I bet you will anyway, <i>won't you</i>?" she snaps as she yanks your pants down around your knees on the words, baring your ass and pussy. She grabs your ass with her free hand as she continues to force your mouth further and further down on her cock with the other, squeezing it and giving it a little shake, then several none-too-gentle slaps. "Yeaaaah, this is what you really wanted, to be treated like one of my whores, huh? Missed your chance earlier but decided you'd go for it if I had a nice big prick to fuck you with, didn't you?"\n\nYour eyes roll some as she keeps shoving you down over and over, her cock sliding deeper down your bulged-up throat every time. Part of you is still trying to deny what she's saying, to assure yourself that it was some spur of the moment random thought, a mistake you'd take back if you could. And yet amidst your loud quagging in your own ears, you can hear cock-muffled moans from your own stretched throat, and feel your hips arch eagerly every time she smacks you. You cum a little for the first time as a girl when she directs one of those slaps right on your sodden pussy, shaking your hips lewdly as you mindlessly and silently beg for more. About the time your lips finally touch around the root of her prick, she takes to holding you down there for long moments as she shoves two fingers in your asshole and fucks you with them, not letting you up until you start squirming and bucking for air. And then only long enough to let you drag in a deep breath through your nose before she's fucking your face hard and fast again, building up to another of those long holds.\n\nFinally she yanks you up and off of her, at the same time tossing you onto your back on the bed. She stands up and hauls you over to the edge of it, then rips open your shirt, setting your full tits jiggling and wobbling as you lay in place, bared before her, panting and red-faced, your lips, cheeks, and chin smeared with a mixture of your own saliva and her copious pre. She flops her cock along the front of your crotch and belly, smirking at you as she undoes her bra and completely frees her big tan tits. "They're bigger than yours, huh?" \n\n"Y-yes," you gasp, staring up at her with glazed eyes.\n\n"And how about this, huh?" She uses her fingertips to lift her heavy, girthy prick and slaps it lightly against your belly a few times. "Bigger than yours when you were a guy?"\n\n"... M-... much bigger," you admit with a little whimper, squirming needfully beneath her.\n\n"Well I guess we both know what that makes you, huh?" Still smirking, Kira draws her hips back, pressing the large, thick tip of her huge prick up against your entrance, pressing the lips of your pussy apart. Your brain starts to rebel, and you begin trying to stammer out for her to wait, even as she declares, "My <i><b>bitch</b></i>!"\n\nOn the word, she thrusts forward hard, completely burying that immense cock inside you, instantly bulging up your otherwise flat belly with the outline of it. Your eyes roll and your tongue juts out, back arching and fists clenching in the sheets as you instantly cum harder than you'd ever imagined you could, your whole body shuddering and twitching like a leaf with the sheere intensity of the pleasure rocking along your nerves. Grabbing your thighs in her hands, Kira begins pounding into you, making your tits bounce and wobble atop your chest from the impact, her balls swinging forward to slap against your ass. But lest you ever forget her superiority to you, even with that powerful, prodigious prick pounding your pussy, her own much bigger tits jiggle and bounce above you, reminding you that she's your superior in every way. You cum over and over again, even though it's not actually that long before she's thrusting forward to grind in against you as she moans loudly. Your mind almost snaps at the intensity of the feeling as you're flooded with cum, your pussy completely overflowing and leaving spurts of white leaking out all around her prick, pooling on your crotch and dribbling down your taint. 'I'm getting pregnant, I'm getting knocked up, I'm a knocked-up bitch, I'm a stupid fuckhole baby factory,' you find yourself mentally gibbering, a brainless smile on your face as your tongue flaps back and forth as Kira resumes slamming into you, churning up the massive load she dumped inside you and pressing it in even deeper.\n\nThe second time she cums in you, you forget completely about wanting to fight the Grandmaster to get the bracelet off and restore your manhood. When she flips you over onto all fours and slides into you from behind, grabbing your pigtail and spanking your ass as she fucks you with your tits swaying wildly under you, you stop caring completely about martial arts or any of your fiancees. When she starts telling you about how she intends to keep you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your days, the orgasm you have drives any thoughts of ever seeing your family or friends again out of your head.\n\nAnd when, after cumming in you at least six times, she pulls out of you and plunges that cum-dripping fuckstick deep into your ass, finally claiming the last of your holes, your free will and desire to be anything but her good little bitch is completely destroyed.\n\nYou sure did lose that match way harder than you thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX23xEnd4]]

"I'm serious! Whatever you've done to Ranma, undo it and give him back!"\n\n"Kukuku," your totes amazeballs boyfriend chuckles in his totes awesome voice, arms folded over his chest. "I won the match fair and square! By default, sure, but that's still fair and square!"\n\n"Lolz, like, yeah!" you declare with a giggle, snuggling up to Cutter's side and rubbing your tits against him flagrantly. "So like, get lost, yanno, Akane!"\n\nAkane's scowl deepens, before she points at Cutter. "Okay, look, whatever stupid sort of weird martial arts contest this is, I'll take part in it! If Ranma could do it, I can too!"\n\nYou just bet she could. In fact, that gives even your magically bimbofied brain an idea. Once Cutter has gone through his presentation and handed Akane the bracelet, you lean in to whisper in his ear. "Like, as soon as the match, yanno, starts, call her uncute, lolz."\n\nIt'll be nice to have another gyaru whore around. \n\n<b>Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon</b> End - <i>Cheat Penalty: Gyaru</i>

"WhaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa-!" Cutter yowls as he's sent flying into the sky, disappearing with a little sparkle. \n\n"Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon my ass," you mutter, lowering your hand, only to blink and look at it as there's a gonging sound.\n\n"<i>Violation of the rules,</i>" the bracelet's voice declares. "<i>Enforcing loss conditions with additional penalty.</i>"\n\n"Eh? Hey, whattaya mean-" Then you gasp as a shuddery feeling overcomes your body, making you hug your stomach and hunch forward a bit, your tits hanging down and wobbling under the loose fabric of your top. But it means you have a good view of them as they start to swell and grow, your eyes widening as the top clasps of your shirt pop open of their own accord to show your more generous cleavage... which is quickly turning a blatantly artificial tan color.\n\n"What's happening?" you groan, shuddering all over as your clothes continue to change along with your body... your hips and ass grow fuller and rounder as well, even as your pants slide up your legs, the black silk turning into cheap black plastic that hugs against you tightly, too short to completely cover your crotch. Of course they have more to show off by that time, your boxers already having mostly transformed into a bright neon purple G-string, the fabric thin and hugging up close enough to display the lips of your pussy near-constantly... a bit of a tug up on the skirt would probably reveal that the string back of the panties doesn't even cover the pucker of your asshole.\n\nYou continue to moan at the strange feeling of your clothes and body changing, though your moans are taking on a somewhat breathier, almost artificially sexual sound as the changes progress. Your shirt turns into a cheap white blouse, tying itself up under your breasts, a faint pinching feeling in your bellybutton heralding the appearance of two studs and a little chain dangling with tiny heart charms, more pinching feelings in your ears indicating they've become pierced too, not to mention the one in your tongue. Your scalp tickles as your hair gradually turns bottle-blonde and thick, your pigtail turning into a braid down your shoulder as the rest of your hair grows thick and over-teased down your back. There's even a heavy feeling on your face as a thick, overdone application of makeup appears, massive eyeshadow and brilliant lipstick accented by little charm-shaped gem stick-ons. You're forced to display both your enhanced chest and your big ass as your slippers mold around your feet and the heels raise into stilettos, just about the time that your nails turn long and elaborately painted and decorated.\n\n"Ohhhhh! A gyaru!" one of the punks cries, eyes sparkling.\n\n"A super skanky-looking whorey gyaru!" one of the others squeals.\n\n"Get lost, creeps!" Or at least, that's what you try to say. Instead what comes out is, "Lolz, totes!" You find yourself posing, lifting one foot up and looking through a V-sign with one eye, winking at the group. "Ohmigawd you guys are so totes amazeballs, lolz! Like, take me shopping, maybe, lolz, y'know? I'd be suuuuper, like, grateful, lolz!"\n\nSoon you're tucked away in the cheapest love motel any of them would shell out for, with your puffy, overpainted lips wrapped around a cock, leaving smears of cheap lipstick on it as you eagerly suck and gulp at it, your hips bucking up and down, those tiny purple panties pulled aside so that two more punks can fuck your ass and pussy. Your hands are wrapped around two more pricks, the little plastic jewels set in your nails glinting in the light of the colored bulbs, the cheap costume jewelry bracelets that were all it took to bribe you into a gangbang jangling lightly on your wrists. Several of them bump against the Jan-Ken-Pon bracelet, its stone glowing softly as it enforces your penalty... forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX23xEnd2]]

"C'mon, Tifa, don't leave the job half-done," you encourage, grinning as you continue to stroke your prick. "It was fun breaking that little bitch, wasn't it?"\n\n"Mmm... yes, fun... felt good break," Tifa grunts, stroking her cum-smeared cocks with both hands and licking her lips as she looks down at the helpless, twitching jizz-smeared teenager.\n\n"Make sure she's completely broken in then. Get all those holes good and stretched, make sure she knows her place as a piece of fuckmeat."\n\n"Nnnh, Tifa stretch fuckmeat," the drooling futanari declares, hauling Yuffie a bit more over the edge of the table and taking a moment to rip off her cum-soaked top, baring her pert young tits. Then she presses both cocks together... and brings them to Yuffie's still somewhat gaping, cum-dribbling asshole. The ninja arches and gives a yowl, showing signs of life again as both immense pricks are pushed into her asshole, stretching each inch of it that the massive fucksticks penetrate beyond any hope of recovery. Yuffie squirms and kicks her legs for the first twelve inches or so, but then flops limply, once again surrendering to her futanari rapist and simply moaning and whimpering like a bitch being bred as Tifa starts thrusting and pumping hard, her quad-filled sack slapping against Yuffie's messy cunt. \n\nThis time when Tifa thrusts forward and gives her yowl of orgasm, Yuffie's stomach bulges less but the cum fairly geysers out of her mouth, shooting all the way past the edge of the table to splatter on the floor as the ninja's eyes roll and her body twitches and trembles. Jet after jet of cum shoots past her lips, hitting the floor and then completely soaking the tabletop, leaving her marinating as Tifa pulls out... and immediately shoves both of them into Yuffie's cunt, using a single hard thrust to bury them and destroy the younger girl's pussy all in one go. Yuffie gives a thick, wet gurgle and a jerk in response, but otherwise seems to accept her fate of being her former friend's fuckhole, her body twitching every so often in its own orgasms.\n\nSince both loads go directly into Yuffie's cunt this time, her belly swells up even larger than ever, threatening to topple her right off the table as it wobbles and shifts like an overfull water balloon. Tifa, still panting and grunting from her latest frenzied fucking, pulls out of Yuffie's now permanently loose and gaping cunt and steps aside, letting the ninja fall to her knees on the floor with a loud squelch, only Tifa's grabbing her by her short hair keeping her from falling over completely. "Suck me weiner," Tifa grunts, slapping her upper cock against Yuffie's face a few times, spattering it further with cum. Yuffie's eyes are glazed, almost empty, as she obediently opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, her expression not changing at all even as Tifa shoves the messy prick past her lips and down her throat, leaving the lower one to push down and rub across her bulging throat and small tits as her mouth is the latest hole to be used. It's clear, though, that she's accepted that... that she knows it's now her whole reason for existence.\n\nHm... this gives you an idea...\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|FF7X18xEnd]]

You select the option to apply status effects. You recall from people talking about the game that a debug mode is probably the only way a player <i>could</i> get one of these applied to someone besides themselves. You notice that Tifa freezes in position wiping down the table... useful to know. Anyway, there's a long list of the various status effects, both of the kind you recall being in the original game, and a few that have got to be custom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Mini.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Stone.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Sensitivity.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Malleability.|FF7X]]

That previous small part of your brain insisting that felt fantastic and you shouldn't care about anything else just keeps getting more insistent until it entirely takes over your head. You sit up and look over towards Genma where he's flopped naked on his back, portly belly rising and falling with his snores, that long, fat cock drooping less than half hard and glistening in the moonlight with a mix of his cum and yours. Rolling onto all fours, you crawl over towards him and around between his legs, spunk dribbling down your thighs all the while. Hm... while you're really only interested in getting your pussy pounded again, obviously he isn't gonna be able to do it with his cock like this. Well... you have at least some idea of what girls do to fix that issue.\n\nYou settle partly onto your side between his legs and reach out to wrap a hand around the thick thing... just barely, you find, your girl form's small fingers barely able to touch to the tip of your thumb around the thing. Damn, the old man really is kind of hung like a horse. You stroke your hand slowly up and down along the slick, somewhat sticky length, watching it flop slightly with your motions. Slowly you lean forward and give the tip of it a tentative lick... you're surprised at the taste, finding you actually like it! Maybe the fuck-crazed part of your brain is convincing you that you do, anyway. You lick again, then start swirling your tongue around the fat head, any trepidation you had quickly disappearing as your father's cock steadily firms up under your ministrations. Getting into the flow of things, you actually slide your lips over the spongy tip and start slurping, your tongue working more enthusiastically as you start to suckle. You begin bobbing your head, taking in more and more of it, moaning just a little around the hot flesh filling your mouth.\n\nSoon Genma's throbbingly hard again, but at this point you're not nearly so focused on getting it stuffed back in your pussy, despite its eager ache and dripping along your thigh to thin out the cum already smeared there. You just keep bobbing your head up and down, feeling the tip bump against your throat. You slowly push on, taking it into your throat, moaning again as you feel it stretching you open just like it did your pussy. You keep stroking the lower half with your hand, speeding up both motions and slowing them down in turn, just caught up in the experience of sucking a big fat prick and loving it now.\n\nYou're not sure how long you're at it before you feel a hand rest on your head and feel a shift in Genma's body. You roll your blue eyes up to look at his face... his eyes are definitely open now, and staring down at you. But whatever he might think about his son-turned-daughter sucking his cock in the middle of the night, apparently he can't bring himself to stop you. You wait for just a second, then slowly lower yourself further down his cock, quagging a bit as it pushes into your throat again. He moans lowly, lips parted as he watches you work his dick so eagerly, taking more of the fat shaft past your lips, your throat bulging as you gulp it down. Finally your lips bump against your fingers, and you slide a bit more onto your front, hands moving to his thighs as you slide into position to start going further down on it. Genma puts both hands on your head, helping push you down a bit further every time you go, but letting you up every time you raise your head, his fingers tangled in your sweaty red hair.\n\nFinally your lips press around the very root of it, your nose pressed into the sweaty, musky nest of his pubes and his balls resting on your chin. Genma groans loudly, and his hands on your head start urging you up and down just a few inches, motions quick as he gets you to fuck your mouth on his prick. You tongue at the underside of your father's cock, writhing lightly on the futon and floor, tits pressed against the sweat-soaked fabric beneath them. Finally he lets out a low moan and shoves forward, and you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your mouth as he cums into your stomach. You shudder, your pussy clenching as you cum just from having your throat fucked. Forget ever resisting your urges again if you can get off just by sucking a dick!\n\nYou pull up once his cock goes a bit more still, Genma taking his hands away. You gasp loudly as his cockhead pops out of your mouth, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. But without a word you push up onto all fours and turn away, pointing your ass at your father like a bitch in heat that doesn't care who it gets fucked by as long as it gets fucked, your full tits hanging down under you, glistening with sweat and smears of cum. Similarly Genma says nothing as he moves up behind you and grabs your slim waist with one hand, using the other to rub the tip of his cock up and down your slit and making you moan eagerly. Then he pushes in, sliding his cock smoothly into your already well-fucked pussy, grabbing your waist with both hands now. Soon he's fucking away at you, stiff prick plunging into your eager cunt, hips slapping against your round, sweat-glistening ass, the noise faintly underlaid by his heavy balls slapping against your crotch. You try to keep your moans down to a low roar as you rock back against him, your own motion and his impacts making your heavy tits wobble around energetically underneath you. At least until he leans forward and grabs them both, making you cry out softly as he begins kneading them, rough palms rubbing your nipples.\n\nHe pants and huffs in your ear like an animal, his big body a conscious weight above your petite one, his hips driving his cock forward with the impressive strength of years of martial arts training despite the fat layered over his muscles. Still, amidst all of that comes a growl of words. "You like that, huh?" Simple, but it sends a shudder all through you.\n\n"Oh gawd yes!" you gasp out. "Please, please, fuck me-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-, Pop!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-, Daddy!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["-, with that big, fat cock!"|FRanX]]

"Seems like it's more than crossin' your mind," Ranma comments, grinning as he grips your cock through the layer of silk covering it, actually giving it a few light tugs and making you moan. Then he steps back and unbuttons his shirt, shrugging out of it, then shoving down his pants and boxers, nude in a matter of seconds. Well, you did lower his shame rating, after all, it's not surprising that he's willing to get naked and fuck in the middle of the day, likely with other people in the house.\n\nHell, if it doesn't bother him, why should it bother you? You quickly copy his own motions, fumbling just a bit at the unfamiliar style of clasps on your shirt but managing to get it open and off, then ditching your pants as well. Ranma steps in the moment you straighten up from pushing them down, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to yours, tongue hungrily delving into your mouth. Abandoning any of your own sense of shame, you suck lewdly on his tongue as you grip his toned ass with both hands, grinding your hard cock against his lightly. He moans eagerly into your mouth, shifting his hips to move both against the squeezing of your hands and the rubbing of your cock. You can just barely feel a faint warm smear of wetness against your belly from him rubbing against you and leaving a little bit of pre on your skin.\n\nBut after a few minutes of that, he draws back and lays down on his back, grinning up at you as his cock juts up in the air, his tongue flicking around his lips invitingly. Not needing much more explanation than that, you move to straddle his head and then lean forward, wrapping a hand around his shaft and stroking it lightly. Ranma makes a pleased little noise at that, then muffles himself by wrapping his lips around the head of your cock. You moan loudly at the feel of that hot wetness engulfing the tip of your prick, even moreso as he starts to suck and work his tongue over you. You obligingly return the favor, leaning your head forward and sliding your mouth over the bulging head of his dick, your tongue quickly getting a taste of that oozing pre that he'd previously been smearing on your belly.\n\nYou start bobbing your head up and down, pumping your fist over the rest of the length that you're not sucking. Ranma moves his head as well, though he can't get quite the same range of motion since he's having to lift. His hands roam over your ass, squeezing and stroking, and then starting to give you little pushes, actually encouraging you to give shallow thrusts down and lightly fuck his mouth. You oblige, of course, rewarding him for his courtesy by gulping his own cock down even further, letting it push open the tight confines of your throat. You've never actually deepthroated someone before, but you find it surprisingly easy. Either you're a natural, or being in a virtual environment makes it a lot easier to do this sort of thing. Soon you're pushing down far enough that your lips are wrapped around the root of his shaft, and you shift your hand to playing with Ranma's full balls as you start working your mouth up and down the full length of his manhood.\n\nBy then you're really fucking down into Ranma's mouth, your balls lightly slapping his face... not that he seems to mind at all. In fact he's still eagerly working his tongue along the top of the shaft as you push down into the tight confines of his own throat. Both of you are gulping and quagging audibly, the room filled with the sounds of two teenage boys hungrily gobbling cock as the noonday sun warms your bare back. Eventually Ranma's cock starts throbbing in your mouth, and you can feel increased moans shuddering through your cock as he gets close. You give his balls a light, encouraging squeeze, and that's all it takes to have him emptying them into your mouth. His load is heavy, thick, and you're not entirely sure how you manage to swallow so much of it! But you do, gulping eagerly, even as some of it escapes to ooze down the sides of his saliva-glistening shaft in milky streams. You can feel Ranma gulping hard to swallow your own load as you release, wondering if he's getting a lot more splattered than you are by being on bottom.\n\nBut eventually no more thick, creamy blasts coat your tongue, and Ranma gives you a light push up so that your cock slides out of his mouth. You raise up enough to look down between your bodies and see that his mouth and chin are indeed splattered with white droplets, though they get rubbed in as he wipes a hand across his lower face. "Whew. That was awesome," he says with a grin. "What next, bud?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue like this, but add some toys.|RanPP3x3]]\n\n[[Fuck him.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Get fucked by him.|RanPPplaceholder]]

You've developed a real taste for sixty-nining, you quip to yourself as you lick your lips, and you aren't quite ready to move on yet. But you do want to crank things up a little, so you briefly access your debug menu and start skimming through the items you can spawn. Eventually finding one that's simply a large assortment of sex toys bundled together, you tap that. Immediately the world unfreezes, a number of items appearing on the floor next to the two of you without fanfare or effect.\n\n"Oh, hey, cool." Whether the program keeps him from thinking too hard about where the stuff came from or, with his new personality he just doesn't care, Ranma immediately reaches over and snags something gleaming and silver, as well as one of the multiple small tubes of lube. Grinning, you reach out to do the same, though the item you take is a long, blue gel-material dildo, one that comes complete with a pair of molded balls, and start slicking it up with another tube of lube. Ranma raises his knees so that his thighs are up around your head, giving you better access as you move the dildo into place, nudging the tip against his pucker and then starting to push it inside. He moans loudly, giving your cock an encouraging lick along the side as you slide the toy up his ass, working it in gradually until the firm translucent blue balls press up against his flesh-and-blood ones.\n\nAbout then you feel something cool and smooth nudge up against your own asshole, and then jerk a little in surprise as it begins humming and shaking. You gasp loudly as Ranma starts sliding the vibrator inside you, then decide to muffle your moans on his dick, sliding it back into your mouth. He mmms and almost coos as you start sucking and slurping at him again, but continues to work the vibrator deeper into your ass, only returning to sucking on you as well once he's begun pumping the buzzing, shimmying plastic length into your hole. You start fucking him with the dildo as well, stroking the long see-through blue length up his ass. Now the sounds of the toys plunging into tight, sucking holes with plenty of lubrication and the vibrator's obvious hum are added to the noises of eager, shameless cocksucking.\n\nSoon you're fucking Ranma's mouth again, pumping your hips to work your cock down into his throat and back up to take the shining silver vibrator deeper into your ass. Ranma too is working his hips, and soon you actually slip the dildo under him, letting the base rest against the floor so that he can ride it as you work your head eagerly up and down his length. You grip his strong thighs with both hands, feeling the muscles flex as he works his ass over the squeezing, shifting blue faux cock inside him, using them as a good balance so you can thrust your mouth and throat down on him faster.\n\nIt takes longer this time, both of you trying to draw it out as long as possible, enjoying the feeling of having your asses fucked by your friend's choice of toy while you suck each other's cocks, but eventually it's too much. You're the first one to go, pumping another load into Ranma's eager cumdump of a mouth, and it's only a few more strokes before he thrusts up hard into your mouth, spilling his own jizz right down your throat, the dildo actually slipping free of his ass and jutting up in the air, pressing against the underside of his balls.\n\nYou finally raise your head and lean it against Ranma's thigh, panting to catch your breath... though you admit, you don't really feel that out of breath. Now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Plenty more toys to play with.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a rest.|RanPPplaceholder]]

Fiddling with the options, you hit the button to implement them. "-p, man?" Ranma continues as he unfreezes, though his tone turns a bit sultry and his lips curve in a smile as he says it. He rolls to the side a bit and comes to his feet, walking over and sliding his hand down, lightly cupping your cock and balls through the black silk covering them. You give a little 'mmf' at his rather brazen display, your cock starting to harden and press against his palm. "Come over so we can do some fooling around?"\n\n"Thought had crossed my mind," you murmur as he continues to rub at you lightly through your pants, his hand shifting to grip your shaft and tug gently at it. Obviously you've unleashed his libido fairly thoroughly, the question is, what do do with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay like this.|RanPP3x2]]\n\n[[Switch Ranma to girl form.|RanPP10x1]]\n\n[[Switch to girl form yourself.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Lesbian fun.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Go molest someone else together.|RanPPplaceholder]]

"Mamas! Mamas! Look what I found!"\n\nYou blink, looking up from sweeping the front walk. The little shrine area has grown over the years, and now hosts a comfortable little old Japanese house behind the well-endowed statue. Akane emerges from said house at the sound of your daughter's calls, her huge tits jiggling and swaying as she comes up to your side. "What is it, Ranko?"\n\n"A boy~!" the girl squeals, practically skipping as she approaches, coming to a halt and yanking said boy around against her front. Her tits (only FFs or so, she's still got some growing to do) press around either side of his head as she wraps her arms around him, the dark tan boy's face darkening further in a blush as she wiggles and squirms against his back, giggling cheerfully as her ears flick and tail swishes. "His name's Masako and he's reeeeally cute, I think he's the one for me!"\n\n"Hmmm, are you sure?" Akane says with a thoughtful expression, looking him up and down, especially eyeing the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Ranko, you're only 92, after all."\n\n"Awwww, but just loooook!" the redhead squeals, actually lifting Masako up so that her tits are hefted by his shoulders. "He's great!"\n\n"Step back and at least let your moms have a look at him, honey," you add, setting aside the broom and walking over with Akane as your daughter scurries back a short distance, leaving the blushing boy staring with wide eyes at the quartet of absolutely huge tits approaching him, and then pressing lightly on either side. "Hmmmm, well, he's pretty cute, I guess," you allow after a moment. \n\n"Those are some pretty green eyes," Akane adds, smirking as she reaches out to ruffle the boy's hair, giggling a little herself as he looks wildly back and forth between you.\n\n"Alright, Ranko, buuuut... I think he needs to be juuust a little more Tanuki-ish down here first," you note, moving a hand down to cup the bulge in his jeans, giving your own giggle as you hear him gasp and see him shudder, feeling a warm, wet spot spread in the denim under your palm.\n\n"Awww, moooooms, I wanna take his virginity!" Ranko whines, giving one bare foot a stamp and making her boobs bounce heavily.\n\n"Don't worry, you can, we'll just do it by hand," Akane promises as you undo Masako's jeans and pull down his underwear, fishing out his still-hard, cum-smeared cock and starting to stroke it. Akane pushes his underwear down further, gently scooping his balls into her palm and starting to fondle them. You both make gentle, sweet, but teasing noises, making sure to shake your shoulders and press your tits against him as the whimpering, trembling boy's eyes roll in his head. His cock gradually swells and grows in your hand, getting thicker and thicker, his balls hanging heavier, fatter, and ever more full as Akane fondles and rubs them.\n\nBy the time you both step back, Masako looks dazed, his glazed eyes widening as he looks down and sees the eighteen inch monster jutting from his crotch. "There you go, Ranko, a proper Tanuki cock on your cute boy," you declare with a soft laugh. "Have fun!"\n\nRanko squeals happily, leaping forward and tackling Masako onto his back on the ground. Before he can protest she's angling that huge prick up and then sliding her pussy smoothly and effortlessly down over it. Within seconds she's eagerly riding him, tail swirling in a <i>w-w-woosh!</i> every time her round ass rises and falls, wet pussy engulfing Masako's thick brown dick again and again. Whatever shock he was feeling is soon overcome though, and quickly he's kneading her jiggling tits and bucking up against her, moaning eagerly as raccoon ears poke out from amidst his tousled dark hair.\n\n"Well, that's the last of them to find someone," Akane comments as she comes to snuggle up against your side, putting an arm around your waist as you do the same to her, your tits pressing together in the center. "Our last baby is growing up."\n\n"It's not like we don't see the other eleven every day, honey," you comment dryly, enjoying the parental, lewd warmth of watching your daughter ride the massive cock of her new husband, as you await your own turn with the new son-in-law. "But if you are starting to feel empty-nest-y, we could always go for lucky number thirteen. And fourteen too, while we're at it."\n\n"Oooo, let's!" Akane squeals. "We can take turns, one of us doing the enchantment on his balls while the other rides him, the first one to get knocked up gets a footrub!"\n\n"Okay~!"\n\n<b>Tanuki Hairpin</b> end - <i>Two lesbian raccoons and their happy family</i>

"We'll go to the woods outside of town," you say, reaching over to take both of Akane's hands in yours. The two of you's tits have to pillow quite a bit for you to reach her as you lean forward and give her a kiss, flicking your tongue to collect a little of your own juices off of her smiling lips. "To the hidden shrine I found the hairpin that started all this at. Even Happosai doesn't know where it is."\n\n"We can be together," Akane says with a happy sigh, squeezing your hands, all the stubbornness and prudish pride having disappeared with her transformation. Her ears give a flick as she tilts her head, beaming at you. "And with our magic, even if anyone does come looking for us, we can just trick them or enchant them or whatever it takes to make them leave us alone."\n\n"Right," you answer with your own happy sigh. "Let's go," you murmur, leaning forward to kiss her again, this time disappearing you both in a puff of smoke the moment your lips meet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX20xEnd2]]

'Monotone'? So... kind of like a robot, then? You tap that selection, interested to see just how the firebrand redhead will change under it.\n\nBriefly, you can see a look of additional shock pass over her face, before both that and the anger... and every other emotion... drains out of those pretty blue eyes. All the tension in her face relaxes into a sort of bland, neutral look even as she continues to rock herself forward onto your prick... but her motions become much smoother and more regular, more exact, like a well-timed machine. Even her tits start swaying more placidly beneath her as the motions of her body even out. The growls and grumbling and quagging she was previously doing around your cock turn into a single, repetitive "mmmglk" every time your cock slides down her throat. Her eyes continue to look up at you, focused on your face, but contain neither hate nor love, nor anything else as far as you can tell.\n\nAmused and a little more turned-on than before, you open up the actual debug menu, Ranma freezing in place with her lips pressed at the very root of your shaft. Accessing your own body sliders, you increase the size of your prick, moaning lowly as it gains several inches in length and a good bit of thickness as well, the redhead's throat visibly bulging out more with it. You close the menu, waiting to see her response... and there's not even a flicker of change in her expression or motions, she just continues mechanically fucking her face forward onto your now more-than-porn-star prick, the only alteration being the reflexive sound she makes when she slides her throat down over it. \n\n"Alright, slave, lick and suck my balls," you order, shuffling out of your pants and spreading your legs wider.\n\nRanma leans backward, tilting her head to let your prick slide out of her throat and then pop out of her lips, her face a bland mask of neutrality. "Yes Master, sucking your balls," she replies in a flat tone, before leaning forward again. This time there's no hesitation, no jerkiness to her movements as if she's trying to resist, just immediate, unfeeling obedience. She rolls her tongue up and down your left nut before sucking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it twice. Then she lets it slip out of her mouth and moves to the right one, repeating the exact same process. You lean back and moan as she goes back and forth, every third repetition pausing in between to work her tongue all over your sack.\n\n"Slave, tongue my ass," you order, just to try testing the limits of her emotionless state.\n\nRanma lets one of your balls slip out of her mouth before replying flatly, "Yes, Master, tonguing your ass." There's not even the faintest trace of a blush on her cheeks as she again, without hesitation, nuzzles her way under your balls and lets them rest on her face as she starts rolling her tongue around the rim of your pucker. You mmf and lift your hips up a bit more, allowing her to press her tongue a bit deeper in. Her eyes are as empty and neutral as ever, even as the formerly proud, brash martial artist who insisted she was a manly man works her tongue deeper into your asshole with your balls resting on her face.\n\nDamn. That's kind of amazing! She'd clearly do anything you asked without even flinching... all that shame, confidence, arrogance, masculinity, wiped out and replaced by simple, straightforward obedience!\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep enjoying your obedient slave.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Take your obedient slave and go mess with someone else.|RanRing]]

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

As you recall, there are plenty of cute and useful Servants in the Rider class. "I'll summon Rider."\n\n"Very well. Set the summoning for Rider class!" Olga Marie declares, apparently to whoever's actually working the controls, as she turns back to the platform.\n\nA flickering ball of energy forms at the center of the circular platform, droning softly and almost melodically before it snaps outward into a trio of swirling circles, flickering golden briefly before snapping inward with a flash. There's just the briefest impression of an emblem like a chess knight before the image resolves into a fairly short figure with a head of rumpled pink hair with a streak of white in it, done up in a long braid hanging down their back. The face is cute, with big pink eyes and a gleeful, guileless smile, a bit of glossy pink visible painting the lips. A red-lined white cape trimmed around the collar with black fur is draped over their shoulders, their slender body sheathed in a black leather dress with a short skirt, some bits of armor and straps of riding gear layered over it, a sword sheathed at their side and slender, feminine legs sheathed in thigh-high stockings, garter belts from beneath the skirt clipping to them, white and gold boots on their feet.\n\n<img src="images/Astolfo.jpg">\n\n"Yahoo! My name is Astolfo! Rider Class! And, and...umm, nice to meet you!" your new Servant declares.\n\n... Yes obviously you know who Astolfo is. The entire internet knows who Astolfo is at this point, you're pretty sure. The cutest <i>guy</i> you're likely to summon up in this game, specifically. As you're still trying to decide how you feel about that, he trots over, the very convincingly girlish male Paladin cocking his head to the side. "Hm? Is something wrong, Master?"\n\n"Oh, no, not really," you murmur.\n\n"I suppose you'll want to go to your room and conduct... mana transfer," Olga Marie mutters, her face going pink despite her annoyed expression. "Being that you are after all a pervert."\n\nHm. You guess you could do that... or you could go ahead and try out your Mystic Code or Command Seals, too, you guess~!<<set $astolfosummoned to true>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to your room.|FLO]]\n\n[[Use a Command Seal.|FLO]]\n\n[[Just dismiss Astolfo for now.|FLO]]<<if $altcode is true>><br><br>[[Use the Alteration Mystic Code.|FLO1x3]]<<endif>>

"Ladies and gentlemen!" you call into the microphone, grinning at the crowd's applause from below. They're gathered in the seats around the octagonal pit below, four large screens above it providing views of the 'arena' from different angles. It's mostly 'gentlemen', of course, but you're always amused by the fact that a not insignificant number of ladies show up to these events as well. "Welcome to the Seventh Heaven Entertainment Octagon! This is our special 100th show, and to celebrate we'll have not one, not two, not even three, but <i>five</i> sessions! Culminating in tonight's very special guest, Miss Scarlet of Shinra Weapons Development!"\n\nThere's another round of cheering and hooting, most of the audience already pantsless and at attention, some of them already beginning to stroke themselves eagerly at the brief video feed of the huge-titted blonde, on her knees with her wrists bound above her in one of the holding cells, angrily thrashing against her bonds, before the screens return to the view of the arena. "But first up, our opener! Please welcome Gina, from Costa Del Sol!"\n\nOne of the gates angled out over the arena pit is swung open, and the tan-skinned girl shrieks as she's tossed in, landing in a heap on the sticky, but padded, arena floor. Whimpering, she picks herself up, futilely trying to cover her large, tanlined tits and close-trimmed thong-pale pussy with her hands. "What's going on?! Why are you doing this to me?!" she calls, to the laughs and jeers of the crowd.\n\n"Gina here has been volunteered by her boyfriend, who thought she'd make a great match," you declare over the PA, smirking as the girl's head shoots up and her eyes go wide. "But now, the one you're really all here to see! Please welcome... the Breaker!"\n\nGina whips her head around, staring fearfully as one of the walls of the arena opens, a figure stepping into the light. Tifa... though you're fairly sure she's forgotten that name... steps out onto the mat, her erect cocks shaking and wobbling in front of her, the arena light gleaming off of the rows of barbells running up the undersides of them. Her once large tits are now enormous, almost coming to her waist, though stiff and obviously fake, 'bolted on' being the typical descriptor, her overly fat and engorged nipples pierced by spike-ended barbells. Her wrists and ankles have been outfitted with spike-studded cuffs, a matching dog collar around her neck. The silver ring through her nose glints above her brainless, lustful smile as she approaches the now screaming blonde.\n\n"Hnnnh, neeew fuckmeat!" the Breaker howls gleefully, leaping forward to grab the naked girl. Gina thrashes and fights mightily, but despite the degradation of her brain the Breaker has lost none of her martial arts savvy. The tan girl is soon trapped in a full nelson, her legs lifted up high and bent almost double by the Breaker's arms looping around them and hands hooking behind her head. She struggles against the futanari's huge fake tits all the same, trying to win free, only for her jaw to clench and eyes to roll up as the Breaker gives a practiced swing of her hips to position her pricks... and drives them both into the blonde's ass deeply in a single rough thrust. The crowd cheers, howls, and masturbates furiously as the Breaker begins using her grip on Gina to work her up and down, pumping the captive girl's ass over her pierced pricks like nothing more than an onahole, that flat, toned brown belly bulging obscenely with the shape of massive cocks.\n\n"As a reminder to everyone, Gina will be available for purchase after tonight's show," you announce, holding the mic with one hand and idly stroking your own prick with the other. "Bidding will start at fifty gil, with a buy now price of 500 gil." A gil is only worth about a penny... but so will Gina be, once your pet has completely destroyed all her holes. \n\nYou keep your strokes of your cock slow, even as the Breaker grunts and thrusts up, Gina's belly swelling and eyes rolling completely as cum starts fountaining out of her mouth to rain down on her face and tits. This is only the first of five girls to have their holes destroyed and their minds broken after all, gotta pace yourself.\n\n<b>Final Fantasy Debug</b> End - <i>The Breaker's Owner</i>

You head on over towards Elly, musing as you do so that the designers obviously put a lot of work into her. The face with its big eyes, curved trunk, and expressive smile perfectly captures the toon look in three dimensions. The massive breasts under the pink of her top are obviously there for parental appeal, with the rest of her built thickset with wide hips a somewhat round belly, and, well, a big ass. They managed to convey the elephant thickness without just making her fat... "thicc", you guess is the word most people use. She also towers above all of the other mascots except Buster, and she looks like she may still have him beat by an inch or two. You find yourself craning your neck to look up at her as you approach.\n\n"Well hi there!" Elly calls as she notices you, turning and waving a toon-gloved hand. You blink at the clarity of sound... if the mouth on the mask wasn't as still and molded as you'd expect, you'd think she'd actually spoken normally. There was no sense of her being muffled by the mask or anything, even leaving aside that every suited mascot you've ever met has been silent anyway. Man, this park must have spent a ton on these suits. "Well aren't you a cutie? Welcome to Worldland!"\n\n"Heh, uh, thanks." You nod a bit bashfully, actually feeling your cheeks heat. Geez, it's just some park employee in a mascot suit, heck it's probably actually a guy in there, voice aside. Why get all flustered over being called 'cutie'?\n\n"I'm Elly the Elephant, what's your name, sugar?" she asks. Wow, these mascots don't just talk, they really engage the guests. Worldland is weird.\n\n"My name's Eric." You shrug, glancing away, not sure what you even mean by doing so. Chatting with a cartoon mascot sets off all your 'embarrassed teenager' senses, but you'd feel silly walking away now, since you were the one who walked up to her. So you decide to press on and ask the next question yourself. "So, uh, you're Herschel's girlfriend, huh?"\n\n"Oh yes, that's right, me and darling Herschel have been together some time now. He was a bit difficult about it at first, but he eventually came around. Still, he has problems sometimes, you know." She leans her big, molded head closer and adds in a quieter tone. "Performance problems, I mean."\n\n"Uh... huh," you acknowledge, nodding slowly. This is an appropriate backstory for children's characters...?\n\n"But, we all manage in our own ways. Herschel manages by focusing his energy into helping his friends and raising his son," Elly continues cheerfully. "And I channel it into cheating on him constantly."\n\n"... Wha?" Now your jaw has actually dropped. You already couldn't believe she even implied the concept of sex in the first place... now she's openly talking about fucking around on her boyfriend? Is someone recording this for a reality show, or...?\n\n"Mm-hmmm, and I especially like to do it with cute boys like you," she adds in a sultry tone, cupping your crotch with one of those big toon-gloved hands and giving a firm rub. She knows what she's doing, too, shifting the motion of her fingers and twisting her palm a bit so that you're almost instantly at full hardness inside your jeans. You're pretty sure now this isn't just some prank, what prank show would go that far? Or maybe it's just the hormones now thundering through your bloodstream convincing you of that. "How about it, cutie-pie? Wanna slip off and have some fun with Elly...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|EllyElephant1x1]]\n\n[[No way, too weird.|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cheating is wrong!|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]

Somehow, some part of you really believes her, and rather than melting her brain you elect to pull out, your cock flinging upwards as it's suddenly released from Mai's now slightly gaping pussy, flinging around a thick layer of girlcum and oil, even more dripping off as you grab it with one hand and start stroking yourself rapidly. You let out long, low groans as you start shooting long, thick streamers of cum all over her big round ass and sleek, smooth back, watching as Mai's hips and legs constantly twitch involuntarily with the intensity of her orgasm despite your pullout, her breathing shuddery and full of half-conscious pleasure, her eyes still somewhat rolled up and her lips parted in a constant moan of pleasure.\n\nAfter several more (slightly) relaxed goes, you lay half on top of Mai, your half-hard cock flopped against her crotch and thigh and your head on one of her breasts as she strokes your sweaty hair. "Whew! You've gotta be careful using that stuff, stud," Mai declares breathlessly, despite her still slightly glazed eyes and the sunny smile on her face as she stares at the ceiling, obviously still trying to calm down. "Apparently it's super effective when you use it... I've heard it is for some people, dunno why."\n\n"Mm." You nuzzle against her breast gently... best pillow ever... then frown a little thoughtfully. "Where do you even get that stuff, anyway? Like... I'm starting to get maybe you're not just some really hot girl that dresses up in a costume for work, 'cause, wow, but where the heck did you get like... magic body wash and junk?"\n\n"Hm? Oh, there's a shop in HollywoodLand that's only for park employees," Mai answers, grinning. "'Cause yeah, you're right, stuff's pretty wild around here and we get all sorts of fun weird bonuses like that. It's designed to look like just a decorative part of Anime Boulevard but it's a real shop, just go in and tell the owner that Mai sent you and said it's okay to charge stuff to her account. I mean..." She snickers as she reaches down, giving your half-hard dick a few gentle tugs. "I'm kinda amazed how well this stuff works on you, but also pretty turned-on. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to get adventurous and play around with some more of it."\n\nEventually the two of you reheat the food she brought and have dinner, then a few more fucks before calling it a night. Before the two of you drift off to sleep, Mai makes it clear that you're free to extend your stay with her indefinitely... which you're pretty good with, you're sure by this point.\n\nThe next morning she wakes you up with a much slower and more deliberate blowjob before the two of you have breakfast, and then she hurries off to work... after having you apply a layer of the Oil of Allure to her tits for her. (Hm, yeah, they definitely get more attention-grabbing, but it's obviously nowhere as intense as the effect it had on you.)\n\nYou examine the other bags she left for you and find that she bought you a lot of fairly normal clothes like the ones you were wearing, although the shirts are all some mixture of white and red like her own outfit. (Subtly claiming you back? Kinda cute.) You get dressed and notice that the jeans definitely have a far more pronounced bulge than they used to, but oh well, it's not particularly uncomfortable so it's fine. You check yourself in the mirror and think you probably look a bit better than you did, what with the extra muscle.\n\nAlright, so! What to do today? You could go check out that shop Mai mentioned... she handed you a wallet before she left, which has a rather impressive amount of money, several charge cards, and a never-expires WorldLand VIP pass in it. (Man, being a kept boy is turning out to be awesome.) Or you could try out the Oil of Allure on some other people, see if it works as well as it did on Mai~! Hm... or you could just laze around and wait for her to come home again...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the shop.|HLMai10x3]]\n\n[[Experiment with the oil.|HLMai11x1]]\n\n[[Just hang out.|HLMai]]

You walk over to the dresser and pull the top drawer open, looking through the rather messy assortment of panties and panty-esque body decorations until you spot the small metal lockbox sitting almost dead center surrounded by a handful of orange g-strings. "Magical girls are <i>morons</i>," you mutter as you pick up the box and open it. There, stuck into a depression in velvet that was clearly meant to hold a bracelet of some kind, is an Egyptian style amulet in the shape of an eye. Some distinctly odd feelings run through you at the sight of it, things you don't really have proper words for... you decide to chalk them up to the fact that you're inhabiting a form that used to be a human as you pluck the amulet out of the box and close it again, returning it to its lewd silky nest and closing the drawer. Once more you elect to go out the window, bounding off into the night.\n\nOnce you've gotten some distance again, you settle on a rooftop and look over the amulet, turning it over in your hands and feeling the soft, familiar thrum of energy inside. When you were created, the two of you were of course "pure" youma... beings of dark/lewd energy coalesced into a physical form. Which, annoyingly enough, made it possible for you to be pushed into a form like your current one in some situations, and for the two of you to be sealed away inside physical objects. That sealing means that now, like you, your wife will need to become a 'possession youma'... someone who takes over a human body and devours or merges with the human soul inside to make the body their own.\n\nYou cross to the edge of the rooftop and begin surveying the pedestrians below, though foot traffic has gotten fairly light now that it's well into the late hours. All the better to pounce some unsuspecting soul, you muse as you look over the bodies. Let's see, no, that one looks too willful, don't want her to have a hard time controlling the body. That one looks too prideful, your <i>darling</i> wife definitely doesn't need any more of that. Eventually, though, you spot the perfect candidate... a mousy woman wearing dull clothes, trudging along the sidewalk with a world-weary tread and a rather dead look in her eyes. Obviously someone who's let their life turn into nothing but a trudge from home to work and back again, and continuing to keep their brain numbed in between. Practically a blank slate already, she's ideal!\n\nYou cross several rooftops, then drop down into an alley, settling yourself into the shadows near the entrance of it as you wait for your target to approach. She goes past the alleyway without so much as a glance, making it pathetically easy for you to spring forward and drag her inside with you... indeed, she seems so numbed by her worn-in dullness that it seems to take her a few seconds to even realize something other than the usual is happening! In that time you've yanked open the front of her blouse to bare her small, plain bra, and placed the amulet in the center of her chest.\n\nThe human cries out as a pillar of light bursts up around her, her clothes rustling in an intense breeze before they're ripped to shreds and disintegrate, baring her plain, unassuming body to the night air. You watch with interest and, you admit, not a little lust as the woman's body grows to a height to match your own, skin darkening as her tits expand, her ass and hips rounding out, dishwater blonde hair darkening to a deep, rich brown color as it takes on body and a bit of wild natural tousle. Her fingers spread as she stretches her arms down and behind her, even her fingers turning more elegant and beautiful as her nails grow and take on a golden luster, newly proud and full breasts jutting up in the air as her areola turn puffy and dark. She raises up on tiptoe as her legs become more curvaceous, and a feline tail pushes out from her lower back, flicking back and forth as matching ears rise up from amidst her hair. Garments consisting of little more than a white strong bikini with gold embroidery appear, (barely) covering the fronts of her breasts and her crotch, a few straps here and there on her limbs for decoration, as well as a pair of golden bracers and a collarbone-covering collar similar to your own wrapping around her neck and shoulders, her amulet resting in the middle of it.\n\nFinally the light fades and she settles back to her feet, slowly opening brilliant red eyes... then smirking at you. "Well well well, if it isn't my husband-wife," she purrs mockingly, tail swishing back and forth as her ears give a flick, raising her hands to make a kittenish motion with her curled fingers.\n\n<img src="images/Bastetta.jpg">\n\n"Hmf, and <i>still</i> better-endowed than you, Bastetta," you huff back, using your hands to lift your (slightly) larger breasts and giving your shoulders a shake.\n\n"Yes, yes, you're very hung up on size mattering, we know this." She rolls her eyes, and the two of you glower at each other for a moment before she glances around. "Where am I? I was... ... I was trapped in this, that's right," she murmurs, putting her fingertips to her amulet as she looks down at it. "It was dark and it was silent and it was dull, and then... ... then you came for me?" she adds, sounding caught between disbelief and wonder as she raises her head to look at you again, red eyes confused.\n\n"... Yes, well. We almost won against the Senshi last time, before we were separated, and separating led to that fate for <i>both</i> of us. So clearly it was a mistake to dissolve our partnership." You fold your arms under your breasts, ignoring how you wind up pushing them up and together as you glance aside, your own jackal ears giving a flick. "... Besides. You <i>are</i> my wife."\n\n"Thank you, Anubilis. Truly," Bastetta says softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder. "Most youma would never have given a defeated mate a second thought, beyond perhaps raping the senshi that did it and turning them into a replacement."\n\n"As much fun as that might have been, we're unfortunately a little outmatched at the moment," you note with a sigh.\n\nBastetta makes a face as she raises her hands, looking at the backs of them and wiggling her fingers. "Yes, these human-adapted bodies are underpowered and considerably weaker. At least, mine is... its soul was about the size of a grape and tasted like a not particularly flavorful grape, at that. I assume you're also not exactly in top shape, considering there are four tits and no cocks in this alleyway."\n\nYou make a face, but nod. "My mortal's soul was a bit stronger than yours, but to attain my full power I would have needed him to cooperate, and he refused. Right now in a head-on fight, I'm fairly certain the Senshi would trounce us soundly, even if they weren't at full strength."\n\n"So what's the plan, darling?" Bastetta quirks an eyebrow. "Since I assume you have one, or you wouldn't have even bothered bringing me back already."\n\nYou hesitate, realizing that... you actually didn't really have a plan for once you brought her back. You were actually just in a hurry to get her out of her prison and back with you again. ... Could you have actually missed your wife? No, don't be silly, surely it's just another lingering bit of the human soul you ate giving you strange passing fancies. In any event, you don't need a whole plan, just a general direction.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lay low.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Seek out more help.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Make minions.|Femnubis]]

Hm, hm hm hm. How to get her out of her apartment so that you'll have time to search? You look around you, skimming the other buildings for inspiration, including the street level shops for several blocks around. What could you use, what could you use, what could you... aha. There, about a mile away, is your saving grace. You get a few more details, then leap down to street level and slip into the building when no one's looking, creeping up a back stairwell until you get to the proper floor.\n\nYou peek out to make sure the floor is deserted, large jackal ears twitching a few times as you listen intently as well, then discern a good hiding spot near the door. You then stroll out, talking out loud (and fairly loudly) in that sort of slightly airy tone some women seem to reserve specifically for talking on their cellphones. "I'm telling you, Karen, you would not believe the sale that's going on at Sarah's Strapon Store! Buy two get one free, or buy six get six free, and for once it even includes the animal strapons! You should see how the Hiho Silver looks on me, it's <i>gorgeous</i>!" you add before ducking into the little alcove you'd sussed out earlier.\n\nSeveral seconds later the door to Sailor Venus's apartment is yanked open, the blonde veritably stumbling through still fastening on a skirt over her sleeping shirt. She goes hopping down the hall as she tries to yank on a pair of sneakers on the move, then starts repeatedly stabbing the elevator button, before quickly giving up and dashing to the stairs and throwing herself through the door, the sound of sneaker soles pounding down cement steps gradually receding. Smirking, you head over to the apartment door, realizing that she didn't even let it close entirely. Luck actually seems to be going your way for once, you think smugly as you close and lock the door, after a brief hesitation doing up the chain as well. (It won't do anything but give you a brief warning that Venus has returned when she does, really, but that warning might be all you need.) Quickly you take a look around, let's see, let's see, where would she hide the amulet?\n\nThere's the [[wardrobe|Femnubis]], that seems one likely spot for it. You also spot, interestingly enough, an actual [[safe|Femnubis]] sitting on the floor next to said wardrobe, a squat black thing with a bit of gold filagree for decoration. A little obvious, but then again if they're going through Sailor Venuses regularly maybe the others chipped in for it as a place to keep it without even bothering to tell the new ones the combination, you could see that. And then there's the [[dresser|Femnubis1x6]], the same place Sailor Mars kept your own amulet. ... Would they really be dumb enough to do the exact same thing, as well as keeping the amulets so close together?

You think the higher turnover but more consistent Senshi just seems the more likely one to entrust with your wife's soul prison. Now let's see, how to track her? Well, she probably lives in the same vicinity as the other one, so you head back in the direction of the apartment building you left, once more bounding through the skies, not giving your near-nudity or the jiggling of your tits and ass with your motions a second thought. Rather, as you get closer, you focus on erasing your presence, taking smaller leaps that just barely carry you from rooftop to rooftop, so as not to alert anyone sensitive to youma energies that you're here.\n\nArriving on a rooftop near the apartment building, you duck behind the stairwell access shed and then peek out, squinting to use your superior youma eyesight to start scanning over windows. Let's see, Sailor Mars's apartment is right there... looks like she's returned and gone to bed. You're vaguely tempted to try and attack her in her sleep, but you've rarely heard of that actually going well for a youma, especially if it was a magical girl with strong attack powers when transformed and even abilities when she's not, as little miss shrine maiden has. So let's see, other rooms on the same floor on the same side, no, a floor down, no, a floor up...\n\nThere she is! you think with excitement as you spot a pretty blonde form in a window... then almost wet yourself as you realize she's got binoculars to her face and has them pointed in your general direction. You've been spotted! ... Wait, have you? She's just standing there and... masturbating. Specifically all she's wearing is a long sleeping T-shirt, pulled up in front so that she can finger her pussy with one hand while holding the binoculars with the other. ... Much as Sailor Venus is likely to be a slut for the idea of being raped by a youma, you doubt just the sight of you has stirred her to such actions. You glance behind you, following the general direction the binoculars are pointed in, and quickly spot another apartment building, one that's also home to Worldland employees, to judge by Venus's likely voyeuristic target, a woman with short, rakish black hair, wearing librarian glasses and a particularly large strapon, who's using a leather flail on the ass of the ponytailed blonde she's fucking after having tied her to the bed and ballgagged her.\n\n"Pervert," you mutter in Venus's direction as you look back at her. In any event, you've found her and where she lives... there's a decent chance your wife's amulet is right up there in her room. (Pretty arrogant if so, keeping them in the same building and a mere floor up and three doors over. ... It does make you feel a little strange to think she was that close the entire time, if so.) Now the question is, how to get in and search for it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Distract her.|Femnubis1x5]]\n\n[[Seduce her.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Defeat her.|Femnubis]]

You make a bit of a face at the thought, but the more you turn it over in your head, the more you're drawn back inevitably to one conclusion. You know exactly who you need to help you conquer the Sailor Senshi, because the last time you tried you almost succeeded until you lost their support due to an argument.\n\nYou need your wife.\n\nWell, "wife" in a certain sense, in that she was a female youma who was created at roughly the same time you were and using the same myth-type aesthetic guide, and that the two of you first hunted together and thus forged a bond. But both of you being rather strong-willed and with very intense opinions about who should be on top in the relationship, it inevitably led to disagreements. (It's not like you could just go to couples counseling like a pair of humans.) After one of those disagreements in your campaign against the Senshi (which was actually going fairly well), the two of you parted ways... which led to both of you winding up trapped and sealed inside amulets. First her, and then you, and it never would have happened if you'd just been able to...\n\n... In any event. Necessity is a mother, and you're certainly willing to give it another try. At the very least if you can free her, the Senshi will have two powerful youma to deal with instead of just one, even if the two of you wind up not working together properly. So it's just a question of finding which Senshi is guarding her amulet and snatching it back.\n\nLet's see, Sailor Mercury? The smart one, likely to take intelligent precautions in guarding the amulet... but also no real offensive attacks to speak of, she'd have little chance of fending off an attack if someone did come for the amulet or your wife got out of it somehow, so she seems unlikely. Similarly you doubt they gave it to Sailor Moon herself... too much risk for their beloved princess to be the one guarding sealed youma herself. That leaves Venus and Jupiter.\n\nJupiter is the one with the strongest attacks and a fairly diligent attitude, so she seems exactly the sort to be entrusted with guarding a sealed youma. Venus, on the other hand, is a bit of a ditz and to your understanding the Senshi cycle through them on a fairly regular basis... as the sluttiest of the Sailor Senshi, who are already given ramped-up sex drives as part of their Worldland creation, she's the one most likely to get taken out by a lewd youma and need to be replaced.\n\n... Hm. On the other hand that might be exactly why they'd give it to her, and not Jupiter. Jupiter's so obvious that it would be clear to anyone seeking the amulet that she'd probably have it... plus she's harder to replace when she does get taken out, meaning that in between Sailor Jupiters the Senshi would have to turn the amulet over to someone else anyway. Sailor Venus, on the other hand, can be replaced virtually at-will, meaning the others would only need to tell the new one to guard the amulet without even needing to move it from wherever it's stored.\n\nGoing after the amulet risks either one noticing it's gone and alerting the others, not to mention the actual risk to yourself. So you doubt that you'll have a chance to try again if you get it wrong, you'd better hope you get the right guardian the first time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sailor Venus.|Femnubis1x4]]\n\n[[Sailor Jupiter.|Femnubis]]

Basic math says that even if you're twice as powerful as a single Senshi right now, there are still five of them, and like ninjas they tend to get more powerful the fewer of them there are to face the bad guy and the more desperate the situation gets. So you definitely need some form of force multiplier if you're going to take them on, hopefully before they even know you're here to take on. That means someone, or someones, to help you. Ideally, as a youma ruling the world, you'd have an entire hierarchy of subjects to obey and implement your whims, but a kingdom isn't made overnight. If you want to be a king (yes you want to be king, once you have your dick back) of the world, you're going to have to start somewhere. And that means...\n\n<hr>\n[[... minions.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[... a captain of the guard.|Femnubis2x1]]\n\n[[... a queen.|Femnubis1x3]]

No, you just don't have the raw power to go toe-to-toe with the Senshi right now. This is going to require some preparation, some consideration, and maybe some consolidation. And... other -ation words, maybe. You need stuff. Yeah.\n\nConsidering for a few moments, you pick up the box your seal amulet (now set on the front of your collar) was in and close it, latching it back and replacing it in the drawer, doing your best to settle everything as it was before closing it. Then you open the window and swing out, your voluptuous body still superhumanly nimble as you settle onto a thin brick ledge using just your toes and do your best to get the window fully closed again. Then you brace yourself before leaping up, grasping the edge of the rooftop, then turning and bounding into the night, quickly acclimating to your tits bouncing and jiggling with your leaps. \n\nOnly when you've arrived in a portion of the city well away from Worldland do you stop, huffing as you rest your hands on your curvy, bare hips, ears giving a flick. Alright, so you've gotten some distance from the Senshi, who will hopefully just assume that the mortal you consumed ran out on her. ... Damn you should have stolen a few obvious things from the apartment before leaving. Oh well, too late now. Hopefully she won't even think to check on your amulet for some time, so you should have awhile to work on bettering your position without Senshi interference. At least, until you actually start taking action, which you'll have to do eventually.\n\nThe question is, how best to start? Any idiot youma can set up a scheme just to pounce humans and drain them of their energy, and such youma typically wind up blasted into nothing by magical girls within a week. Were you so weak and stupid, the Senshi wouldn't have needed to seal you and keep you under guard in the first place! No, you're not going out like that. What you need is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... help.|Femnubis1x2]]\n\n[[... items of power.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[... a base of operations.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[... an actually clever plan to drain energy from humans.|Femnubis]]

This all just seems way too weird... you not only want no part of this, you don't want to be here when it goes down. You're not sure what your plans are beyond 'GTFO', but you prepare to GTFO, sliding yourself through the tarp's opening and slowly making your way towards one of the exits, keeping low.\n\nUnfortunately one of your neighbors, some hacker kid with an obviously fake name, left the piece of rebar he uses to play at sword training laying out propped up against a cinderblock. As you're going by your shin bumps it and sends it clattering loudly to the ground, every head nearby... including that of the strange woman and her two bodyguards... whipping over to look at you standing there looking somewhere between shocked and annoyed.\n\n"That's one of the ones I absolutely have to have!" the woman snaps, her demeanor suddenly changing from pleasant and personable to cool and commanding in a second, eyes narrowing as she points a gold-nailed finger at you. "Don't let him get away, capture him! And the rest too, don't let any of them escape!"\n\n'What, seriously?!' you think, stunned into just a second of further unmoving by those words... and in that second both of her bodyguards bulge and twist inside their loose clothes, which rapidly become tight as both men almost instantly gain height and muscle, their skin covered over with bright green and red scales, heads pushing out into squarish muzzles bristling with teeth and eyes angling into slits, tails bursting through the seat of their pants, the rest of their clothes shredding and leaving them in nothing but makeshift loincloths as a result of the rapid growth and their sudden movement as they launch into motion, one turning to grab for the screaming teens nearby, the other hurling himself through the air after you.\n\nOkay, freaky lizardmen coming after you are definitely enough to get you moving. You turn and run, the monkey-prey part of your brain taking off whatever civilized limiters you've unconsciously imposed on yourself up to this point in your life and having you bolt madly and faster than you ever have before. You can hear the lizardman coming after you give a shriek amidst several crashes and even the sound of concrete being smashed... he's apparently not being too careful about any obstacles in his way, but a hurried glance back shows he's not being slowed down much by one, a small cloud of gravel and concrete dust sent into the air as his shoulder wings one of the support columns. What the fuck are these things?!\n\nLuckily, even in your near panic, you were smarter than to try for the elevator or even the stairs. Instead you actually make it to one of the windows and shove it open before the thing catches up to you. You let out a yelp of terror as you feel a massive, clawed hand wrap around your lower leg and yank you back, twisting you around with the motion so that you thud onto your back and are left looking up at the massive, reptilian humanoid looming above you, its mouth open and slimy drool dripping over its scaly maw as it hisses.\n\n<hr>\n[["What the fuck are you?!"|Palladium]]\n\n[["Aaaaa! No, no, nooooo!"|Palladium]]\n\n[["... HYA!"|Palladium5x3]]

Half on instinct, half out of sheer malice towards the looming nightmare above you, you fling your leg in a straight-out kick, slamming the sole of your foot directly towards the front of the ragged loincloth made of the remnants of the creature's pants. Honestly you're mostly expecting a thud and for the thing to laugh at you or whatever it does, due to having everything retracted into a slit like you're pretty sure lizards do. Instead you feel a soft, yielding impact through the sole of your shoe, and the reptilian humanoid's narrow eyes bulge almost comically, it's threatening hiss turning into a choked whimper as its tail turns into a straight, rigid line behind it. Its legs bend, knees facing towards each other as it sags to them on the floor, its hands dropping to its sides.\n\n"Lizardman's got <i>nards</i>," you breathe in amazement, before overcoming it and turning to scramble over the ledge and out the window.\n\nDirectly below this window is a particularly wide ledge that allows you to drop down onto it before scuttling forward to a pipe that leads down the side of the building. Whoever put it in went overboard with the bands to keep it up against the building's side, making it almost as good as a ladder for climbing in and out of the warehouse. (You have to wonder if some construction worker set this up deliberately so that future warehouse workers could skip out without their boss seeing.) As you're dropping the last few feet to the ground, you look up to see the gold-clad woman poking her head out of the window and looking back and forth. She spots you, then draws back inside, and you can hear her shouting indistinctly... followed by a lot more lizardman shrieks. They're still after you!\n\nYou run down the alley and down the largely deserted street, your lungs already laboring. You have to get away, you have to hide! Or, failing that, you have to find someone who can actually protect you from seven foot humanoid lizards (who still have nards). Whatever you do, you've gotta do it soon, because it sounds like that weirdo with the huge tits doesn't much care about subtlety since you're such an important... subject?! Why the hell are you an important subject, anyway?! Wait, don't get distracted, you've gotta focus on the issue ahead of you!\n\nOkay, hiding, hiding, you've thought about having to hide before, where would you hide from these things? Okay, there's a big [[church|Palladium]] or cathedral or whatever they call it about a block over, you could probably make it there, you know that at night it functions as a shelter for homeless people, maybe you could hide there among the others and they wouldn't find you... alternatively, you could hide in the connected [[graveyard|Palladium]], maybe all the old smells and stuff would keep them from tracking you. On that note, there's the more risky and extreme option of the [[sewers|Palladium]]... you've heard they're huge and go on for insane distances, among all sorts of other rumors about them. Pretty scary, but it's a very abstract sort of scary as opposed to a massive amount of scales and claws and teeth baring down on you.\n\nAlternatively you could try to find a [[hero|Palladium]] to help you... you know they exist in Palladium City, it's just a matter of tracking one down and actually getting them to help you. Or... well, there's the opposite side of the fence, a [[villain|Palladium]]... from what you've gathered, Palladium City's villains don't get along very well, if this freak who wants you is one (as seems likely), another might protect you just to thwart her. Or at least, if they want something in return, it'll probably be a straightforward demand, as opposed to whatever noble, well-intentioned authority the hero might exert to force you to, in their eyes, straighten out your life. ... On the other hand the hero is significantly less likely to kill or torture you than the villain, so there's that to weigh in.\n\n

"Thanks for asking, Kelly, but I'll prolly just crash tonight," you reply, leaning back on your hands. "I've been running around all day tryna find a few odd jobs to do, I'm pretty tired."\n\n"Alright, hopefully I'll be able to bring stuff back for most everybody. But hey, be careful too, alright?" Kelly frowns a little. "I've noticed more empty spots lately... I'm not sure if they're getting picked up or just moving on or what, but some kids are just kind of disappearing. Could be nothing... could be dangerous. So take care of yourself," she adds, before turning and heading on, likely to invite and/or warn one of the others.\n\nYou frown a little. Huh, disappearing street kids? ... Well, not exactly a big surprise. Likely as Kelly said they're probably getting picked up by the authorities and sent to juvie or dragged home, or are just moving on, either returning home of their own volition or just finding somewhere else to be. You try to put it out of your mind, curling up in the meager assemblage of towels and old blankets you call a bed to grab a nap before heading out later in the night, hoping to find restaurants tossing out still edible remnants of meals.\n\nWhen you awaken, however, it's to the sound of a woman's voice speaking, raised in that speechgiving way so that it carries and captures attention. "-safe, I assure you! Yes, the techniques you'd be helping me test would be experimental, but that doesn't automatically mean dangerous!" Blinking, you crawl to the edge of your roped-off area and move one of the tarps you used just enough to peek out.\n\nStanding in an open area in the general vicinity of the center of the floor is a woman that... well she definitely doesn't look like she belongs here! She has long, dark black hair, and absolutely huge tits covered in what looks like gold latex, the top also sheathing her arms and coming over the backs of her hands to connect to her middle finger. The only other things she's wearing are a long, high-strapped loincloth and a pair of thigh-high boots made out of the same stuff, showing off a toned, tall body, her hands resting on her hips. "For the period you work as testers, you'll be provided with clean, comfortable living spaces, regular meals of delicious food, and fresh clothing! You can stay as long as you want and leave when you like! If you're interested, please just approach and form a general line right here," she continues, gesturing to an area near one of the... are they bodyguards? They're two guys who have obviously tried to dress down to appear nonthreatening to kids, wearing loose long-sleeved shirts and slacks, but they're still wearing sunglasses at night and just have that look that says they were probably born wearing a black suit with an earpiece already giving them an udpate on potential trouble areas.\n\nHuh. Is this where kids have been disappearing to? It does look like some are already starting to step forward, shuffling uncertainly towards the place the woman indicated, but a lot of them are still hanging back and eyeing her dubiously. If what she said is true it doesn't exactly sound like a bad deal... they're just hanging out in some lab trying out new, what, makeup? Medication? On the other hand, Kelly's worried face when she was talking about the disappearances comes back to mind, and something is definitely weird about a huge-boobed woman in gold latex offering people food and shelter in return for being guinea pigs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|Palladium6x1]]\n\n[[Keep quiet.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Sneak off.|Palladium5x2]]\n\n[[Speak up.|Palladium]]

Being that you don't have anywhere else to be or go, you agree to stay in Harry's room for awhile. By day you either sit around on the beanbags getting high, or you wander around the park, getting to know the place and finding ways to help out. Harry provides you with food (park fair, apparently mascots get it for free), and even though it should probably be fattening, the marathon fuck sessions the two of you engage in burn a lot of calories.\n\nSo you spend your days as a helpful outsider at the park, and your nights getting pounded up the ass by Harry or sucking his fat felt prick. You just learn to accept the fact that he's either really dedicated to staying in that suit or he's some sort of magically real mascot creature... and hey, it totally turns your crank now, you wouldn't have it any other way.\n\nBy the time you become an adult, most of the people in the park know you, so it's not difficult for you to get a job as a security guard... you know Worldland's in and outs better than almost anyone by now, after all, you've been wandering around in it for years. Since you don't have to spend the money on rent, you have plenty to outfit Harry's room with the necessities... TV, computer, and enough sex toys to take your love life from fantastic to mind-blowing.\n\nNot exactly where you thought you'd end up in life, effectively married to a radical dude horse mascot, but you're pretty happy with it.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Harold's boyfriend</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go back to first arriving in Harold's room.|HaroldHorse1x1]]\n\n[[Let's go back to choosing a mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Let's go back to the very start.|CharGenMain]]

This was as much about teaching her a lesson as anything else, you think as you get up and head out. Maybe after being so plagued by hormones that she'll do absolutely anything to get off, she'll have a little more empathy for her teenage students, you conclude smugly as you head out. ... And, admittedly, decide to have a few good faps to what Miss Lancer might be doing under the influence of the potion.\n\nThe next day in class, there's a substitute teacher for your homeroom, which you suppose isn't that shocking, at least to you. Miss Lancer is probably embarrassed about whatever she did under the influence of the potion and called in sick. However, the day after that the substitute announces that she'll be teaching the class until a suitable replacement has been found, as Miss Lancer has decided to leave the school.\n\n'Huh,' you think as you head home that day. 'Maybe she fucked a nice guy and decided to run off and get married?'\n\nOf course you find out differently as you walk in and find your mother there waiting for you, eyes cool and appraising behind her spectacles. "Hello, dear," she greets.\n\n"Um... hi," you murmur, since it's ridiculously obvious you're in trouble, you're just not entirely 100% sure about what yet.\n\n"I went into your room to check your supplies yesterday to see if you were running low on anything, and couldn't help but notice a lessening of ingredients used to make a particular potion. I didn't really think anything of it, since obviously it's something every young boy would like to try making just for the theory... but I'm left wondering if it perhaps had anything to do with this," she says, holding up the newspaper turned to an inner page in her hand.\n\nThe mini-headline reads: 'Cont. from front page: TEACHER CAUGHT IN BARNYARD ROMP'. The paper obviously relished the sheer titillation factor of having an excuse to publish such an obscene photo, and has censored it as absolutely little as possible, fuzzing only the nude Miss Lancer's nipples and the area around her pussy up to just barely above the still-slightly-visible blotch of dark blonde hair. The outline of the horsecock buried in her cunt is still fully visible, and the heavy swaying ballsack of the horse itself is completely uncensored, as is the rearing, snorting beast itself. Miss Lancer, apparently so lost in orgasmic pleasure that she simply didn't care anymore, is actually holding up her hands beneath the beast's chest in a double victory sign, her eyes rolled up and her mouth open in a wide, utterly shameless smile, her tongue lolled out and dripping almost as much drool as the horse has flecking his lips.\n\n"Forgive me for my suspicions, my dear," Hazel continues, in a voice that says she doesn't at all think she needs forgiveness. "But you using the components for a powerful lust potion and then your homeroom teacher suddenly driving out to the nearest farm to 'go into horse breeding' do seem like too large of a coincidence to simply shrug off."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|RunFF22x5]]\n\n[[Deny, deny, deny.|RunFF26x1]]

Of course, it doesn't take long for people to come out and start investigating. Once they discover the person clinging to the top of the giant cumbelly and house-sized tits, they try to approach and ask you how this happened... which you can't really answer, since them walking and standing on your cumbelly keeps sending you into quivering, mind-blowing orgasms. With you laying there quivering, naked, and with your pussy gushing, it's not long before one of them breaks and kneels down at the base of your jizz-swelled stomach, leaning forward to thrust into your spasming pussy. He pumps away, groaning and gasping while the others gradually give in as well, fishing out their cocks and stroking them as they wait their turn. You can feel the first man's cock growing larger and larger inside you with every thrust, his balls swelling as they slap against a few bare inches of your literally mountainous cumbelly, until he groans and thrusts in, adding a meager gallon to the uncountable numbers already inside you. He and the others are obviously shocked as he pulls free his now foot-long prick, smeared with both his cum and yours... but that, obviously, just eggs the others on, and they're soon scrambling to fuck you.\n\nOver time a facility is built around you, or rather your body atop the enormous cumbelly and jutting megatits that now mark the countryside. In theory to study how this happened to you, in actuality it's mostly researchers, politicians, and then the wealthy fucking your pussy to grow their cocks to porn star size. Your days pass eagerly sucking off men who are waiting their turn, while others pound your pussy, either newly or long since grown to impressive length and girth and adding their new gallons to your size bit by bit.\n\nMore sincere research is done on your tits and their seemingly endless supply of milk, though obviously the researchers in those facilities are no less stirred to perviness than the others, constantly rubbing and stroking the curve of them, giving you boobgasms every time they walk on them, or rub against them, or press their stiff cocks against the firm, soft flesh. But your milk is eventually discovered to be a boon in a number of ways. Properly deluted, it's extremely nutritious, requires no refrigeration to stay fresh, and is delicious and filling. Undiluted, it causes breast growth and fertility in women... as well as being a powerful aphrodisiac for everyone. Speaking to you a bit like one would to a pet, the scientists cheerfully inform you that you've personally solved world hunger as you go into a set of new, constant boobgasms as the giant suction hoses are slid over your immense nipples, the pipelines that will carry your milk off to be refined into numerous beneficial foods and medicines sucking on you eternally. Of course, after the first century or so, the scientists get tired of replacing the pipes every decade as your nipples gradually grow from the minute but near-constant growth of your belly and tits from those fresh gallons of cum being poured into you, and they come up with a new design... immense inflatably plugs inserted directly into your nipples, constantly swelling to keep up with your growth, the vibration of their internal suction pumps and inflation motors wiping out the last of your mind as your constant boobgasms are sent up by an order of magnitude.\n\nMt. Saotome, as it's officially named... or Mt. Cumdump as it's otherwise almost universally known... becomes a monument to mankind's progress into a new age of health, prosperity, and lewdness. Every man that can afford to take the pilgrimmage... which becomes cheaper with every passing year... to visit is able to fuck you and gain a cock that would have been the envy of every other man in the world. In fact, fucking you, personally, becomes something of a rite of passage for males in the global culture, and estimates at one point put it at something like 93% of men in the world having pumped at least one load into Mt. Cumdump's pussy, with 80% of them having fucked its mouth or ass as well. As technology advances, the area around you is geographically altered to make it ever easier to expand.\n\nEventually, all of Japan is flattened out and expanded, its population shifting into buildings built on your cumbelly, your surface giving them an ever expanding and more stable place to live on... 'cumquakes' do still happen occasionally, but they're much milder and more of an excuse to have a celebratory round of orgies than anything else. Eventually almost a billion people live, work, and vacation on Mt. Cumdump at any given time, and you cum every single time one of them takes a step, or drives their car, fucks somebody, or jerks off.\n\nWho knew that in sentencing you to such a fate, Happosai would also create a better, lewder world? Wherever he is, he must be proud.\n\n<b>Tanuki Hairpin</b> end - <i>Mt. Cumdump</i>

"Let's go and meet the princess!" you answer, hurrying to catch up to Kio, the two of you setting off down the hallways.\n\nAs you take a lift down to the docking area, you actually get a view of the princess's escort out the viewport on the side. It's... well, you're not terribly surprised that it's gold and pyramid shaped, though it's a lower, flatter pyramid, with two long pontoon-like things... ah, you guess they're probably nacelles or something... coming out from the sides. It's hooked up to the very base of the larger pyramid of the queen's hip, and when the lift moves away from the outside it soon deposits you in a fairly large room where there's roughly a dozen other catpeople lined up, six to a side, near a large set of doors. You follow Kio as he moves to stand in the center of the aisle formed by the two groups, at the end closest to the doors.\n\n"... Hey, Kio," you whisper to him. "I didn't get to ask earlier, but... how come nobody working on this ship seems like they're out of their teens?"\n\n"Going out roaming in space is mostly something younger Bastians do when we're all excitable and adventurous," he whispers back. "Plus they're probably not as young as you think, Earth cat, once we're old enough to take care of ourselves our aging slows down a lot even without using outside methods."\n\n"Huh." You take a glance around again, then murmur, "It's mostly guys too, huh?"\n\n"Girls are bigger, stronger, and mature faster," Kio whispers back. "Plus they like to be in charge, so they're mostly in important administrative positions, or they're the really tough soldiers and guards. So us guys get to just flit around having fun and getting bossed. Oop, ssshhh, here she is!" he adds as a large, elaborate symbol appears on the front of the doors, before they slide open.\n\nIt's not exactly difficult to recognize Princess Bastarlet... she looks like a more slender, slightly shorter version of the queen. Her ears are a bit bigger and tail somewhat longer, and she's definitely smaller of breast and sleeker of hip, but other than a different shade of yellow eyes, the family resemblance is strong in these two. Her bodysuit is a bit darker, making it a bit more obvious she's not just covered by the silver disks over her nipples and clipping on a loincloth, and also has a long silvery cape attached at the shoulders. Like the queen's, her bodysuit also leaves her hands and feet uncovered, though the princess is wearing a pair of silver sandals with thin straps that go all the way up her thighs instead of going barefoot like her mother.\n\n"Princess, ma'am!" Kio chirps, ears perking up as he comes to attention, with you doing your best to match the posture. "Welcome aboard! Kio at your service!"\n\n"Yes, yes," Bastarlet says in an annoyed tone, waving off Kio's enthusiasm dismissively, causing his ears and tail to droop. "Here you are once again, one of my mother's favorite toys, though I've no idea why."\n\n"'Cause red kittens are the cutest!" Kio blurts happily, instantly perking back up and tucking his 'pawed' hands under his chin, winking at her and poking his tongue out... then flailing and giving a 'WAWAWAWAWA!' as the dignified Bastian princess instantly secures him in a headlock and starts viciously ruffling his hair.\n\n"Do not dare to say the word 'kitten' in front of me, you little shit, if you ever presume to give me a sibling I'll seal you in your suit and banish you to the Horsehead Nebula until your jaw doesn't work right!" she snarls, lips pulled away from her teeth and eyes flashing.\n\n"Wawawawawa I take my shot I TAKE MY SHOOOOOT!" Kio wails, writhing and whimpering in her grip, then giving a 'NYA!' as he's abruptly released and allowed to drop to the floor.\n\n"And you, you must be that fake Bastian from Earth," Bastarlet continues, as if she'd never stopped her dignified manner to chastise Kio, who's hopping to his feet behind her even now. The princess looks you up and down with a look of cool disapproval. "Hmph. A commoner among commoners. Well, since you apparently recognize Bastian superiority, I suppose that's a single point in your favor. If only a single point. Alright, is this what my mother is sending with us to assist in the conquest, hm?" she continues, resting her hands on her hips as she takes a quick look at the gathered crew. "Well, it will have to do. Luckily my Temple Guards will make up for any combat deficiency we might have on the ground with such a crew complement. All of you are to board and get right to work! Pilot, once you are at your station, cloak us and set course for Earth to establish orbit there! Toy, Fake, you will both accompany me to the war room!"\n\nGlancing at Kio a little dubiously, you nevertheless move to follow Bastarlet, though maintaining a 'respectful' distance. Leaning in to the other boy, you keep your voice at a whisper. "Er, are you okay?"\n\n"Hm? Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine, that's about standard whenever I run across the princess, heheh," Kio replies, poking his tongue out again while grinning.\n\n"So that's how Bastian girls 'boss' you?"\n\n"Nnnnnno that's mostly just her, like I said she's pretty aggressive even for a girl, y'know? I wouldn't mind it at all if she wasn't quite so rough, though." He pauses, putting a fingertip to his chin and tapping as he glances upward. "... Although it's okay if it's rough sometimes too... heheheheh," he snickers to himself, a rather goofy, perverted grin curving his lips.\n\n... Right, Kio may be pretty but it seems like being a toy of powerful women has left him a little perverted. Still, it'll be really rough if you have to deal with this haughty, rather meanspirited princess on this level for who knows how long. How to deal with her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to establish dominance.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Plan a mutiny.|PalCat]]\n\n[[How about... ohhhh, I don't know... talking to her?|PalCat1x5]]

Well, there are certainly plenty of them walking around. Worldland seems to have both a really broad licensing deal and really openminded standards of what constitutes a good family theme park costume, because not only are there costumed girls from all sorts of movies, video games, and animated shows walking around, some of them are definitely on the daring side of what's generally considered proper to wear in public.\n\n<hr>\n[[Princess Jasmine|HLJasmine1x1]]\n\n[[Mai Shiranui.|HLMai1x1]]\n\n[[Sailor Mars.|HLSenshi1x1]]

By the time you arrive in Valisgrad, you're fairly sure that you and Amanda have had a cheating-inspired threesome or moresome with practically every member of the caravan. Luckily most of them know how to keep their mouths shut when they get back, or at least not name names. Still, a few rumors get started about Amanda's proclivities, and you take a lot of the blame.\n\nHer parents don't exactly like you or what's become of their daughter since she hooked up with you, but she obviously loves you and you did save her, so they politely tolerate your presence in their home. Of course at least once a week you discover that Amanda is nowhere to be found in the house, and have to go tracking her down. You inevitably find her with another man's cock up her ass or stuffed down her throat, with her giving you that eager look with her eyes as if to say 'What took you so long?'\n\nIt's not exactly the most romantic or healthy of lifestyles, but you make it work. There's a lot of love and good normal screwing in between the times you find her in bed with some other guy and leap into the fray to hatefuck her. The reputation it garners Amanda means she'll never succeed her father as the local noble, but eh, that'd probably just take time away from your little games. The two of you live together for a long, long time, and when age eventually settles you both down, you have a nice, "normal" relationship.\n\n<b>Shemale Barbarian</b> end - <i>Amanda, the cheating sweetheart</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, gee, maybe I shouldn't have told Amanda "no sex"...|ShemaleBarbarian3x23]]\n\n[[Well that was interesting! Let's see what other stuff I can do as a shemale barbarian!|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[Let's just start over from the beginning.|CharGenMain]]

"Y-you have to tell me how to undo this!" you blurt, managing to yank your hands away from your new, dripping pussy. Then shrinking in on yourself a bit when the dragon's eye narrows slightly. "... please..."\n\n"My my. You're actually resisting enough of the necklace's mental alterations to be able to make entirely unrealistic demands. That's interesting, at the very least." The dragon draws its head back from you a bit, letting out a low chuckle. "And it's been awhile since I've seen anything interesting, so I think I'll indulge you a bit. Now, the curse cannot be undone... the ancient elves weren't much for thinking through the potential future consequences of their actions by the time they crafted that little beauty," it notes, delicately reaching out and giving your tits a jiggle with one of its claws, making the necklace dance atop them and you let out a frustratingly slutty moan. "But I'll give you an opportunity to... mitigate it, let's say."\n\n"H-how?" you ask, still struggling to think through the haze of arousal trying to fog your brain. It doesn't get any easier as the dragon seems to sort of draw forward in on itself, abruptly changing shape until it's standing in front of you in humanoid form, roughly seven feet tall with broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a thick, dangling humanlike cock swaying above heavy, shiny-scaled balls. He smirks as you let out a whimper of desire, but when you don't instantly fall to your knees looks faintly impressed, then continues.\n\n"First of all," he says, his voice now more clearly masculine as he reaches out and touches your forehead with two fingertips. At first even that touch is enough to make you squirm and let out another whorish, needy moan... then you blink as much of the haze of arousal clears. Not all of it... there's still a low, background neediness, but it's much easier to shrug it off and focus now. "There. Now, I've ramped down the curse's amplification of your libido so you can think and make decisions for yourself."\n\n"Thank you," you murmur in a rush, your shoulders sagging, even that small motion making your huge tits wobble.\n\n"Don't be in such a rush to thank me, that's just the lead-in. You see, if you want any more of my help, you're going to have to earn it by using that ridiculous slutty body to pleasure me... of your own free will and making your own choices," he continues smugly as his cock slowly starts to harden, the fat bulge in the middle slowly stretching out as the whole thing lengthens, obviously soon to become more than a match for your massive mammaries.\n\nYou swallow hard, staring at it, feeling desire rush through your newly turned-female body, but he's right... you're still in control. "And... and if I do?"\n\n"Well that depends on how good of a job you do. You'll have, let's say... a day and a night to impress me. If you do some merely adequate job, I'll turn you loose as you are, your mind your own again but your body still in this form that's absolutely useless for anything but fucking. The better you do and the more enthusiastic you are, the more of your curse I'll mitigate. Who knows? If you do a good enough job, I might even give you a cock again, since I'm sure you're missing it."\n\nUh, yeah... this is all happening kind of fast but part of your brain is definitely going 'Yes I would like my dick back plz'. Of course it doesn't help that the rest of your brain is going 'Yes I would like a dicking-down plz'. You're sort of worried that if you do as he asks and participate of your own will, you'll kind of... like it too much. In fact maybe it would be better to refuse altogether!\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse.|EricES]]\n\n[[Agree, but reluctantly.|EricES]]\n\n[[Go all-in.|EricES]]

"I mean... I'd honestly rather stay, if I can keep being useful," you admit. "I don't really have anything back there that I want to go back to."\n\n"Ohhh the poor dear really was running away from home," Leena coos, surprising you by wrapping her arms around you and hauling you in for a huge... which winds up pressing your head between her boobs. While you're squirming and fighting the urge to flail, you can hear her (albeit somewhat muffledly) saying, "Garri, I feel so bad for him, let's adopt him."\n\n"Leena, I don't know," the big lion-man hedges, while you're reeling from a mixture of shock and slight air deprivation. Adopt you? "I mean, I know we've talked about it, but he's just some random boy we picked up at a stop..."\n\nYou're just about to start thinking that now you realize why they call it 'marshmallow hell' when Leena tugs you back out from between her breasts so she can pet your hair, smiling fondly down at you as she does. "But Garri, look, he needs someone. It's clear he's not just some whim-runaway, he needs a good home and we can give it to him."\n\n"Oh, alright," Garri huffs, resting his large hands on his hips, then chuckling. "No point in arguing with you. Better take him to the doc and get him all cleaned up and checked out, though."\n\n"Of course, of course. This way, ah..."\n\n"Eric," you supply, your brain still struggling to adapt to the fact that you're apparently being 'adopted' by someone that just now got around to asking for your name.\n\n"That's a good name," Leena says cheerfully, drawing you up beside her and rubbing your back. Which you don't really know how to respond to, but you're being praised and her backrub is pretty soothing so for now you just go along with it. Leena leads you through more of the tent-patterned hallways and eventually into a room that looks like a weird cross between a first aid tent, a school nurse's office out of an anime, and the medical room on a sci-fi show. (Which... if you're guessing by the theming here, it's a mix of the first and the last?) The only person in it is a woman in a black rubber bodysuit (that shows off large breasts, albeit not as large as Leena's, and round hips) and a white doctor's coat, her skin green, eyes large and solid, inky black, slightly large, dark lips without much in the way of a nose, and in place of hair a number of long, thin tentacles that come down to her mid-back, with a trio of them that are larger and thicker and come to almost her ankles, each of those splitting into three at the ends, the divisions ending in little round balls. "Doc, if I could have a moment of your time, please?" Leena asks with even cheer.\n\n"Hm? Another stowaway?" The rather aquatic-looking alien blinks sideways inner eyelids as she looks at you. "We're still working through the batch that was found in one of the storage rooms earlier, so-"\n\n"No, no, this one is on board properly," Leena assures her, while you're stuck somewhere between curiosity about what they mean and having some hint that you're probably better off not knowing. "But since he's from a pre-DTAI world let's get him fully checked out, cleaned, and innoculated, hm?"\n\n"Of course, of course. Well..."\n\n"Eric," you murmur, trying not to feel intimidated by an alien that's significantly more alien than a lion-man.\n\n"Eric, if you would, undress and step into one of those showers there," she says, pointing with one hand. "Then when the blue light comes on, come out and hop up on this table to sit," she continues, patting one of the nearby tables with one of her longer head-tentacles.\n\nYou look over at the tubelike shower areas, then back at the two women who are watching you expectantly. ... Fine. Trying not to blush too badly (or get too self-conscious about the fact that you still have half a hardon from being smothered by Leena's boobs earlier), you strip out of your clothing and toss it into the receptacle 'Doc' indicates before stepping into the tube. A few seconds later some slightly slimey green stuff starts raining down on you from above, making you wriggle in a combination between being grossed out and kind of stimulated, especially when Doc calls for you to make sure and rub it all over yourself. 'Maybe if I ignore that I'm getting hard they will too,' you think in embarrassment as your cock stands up even straighter at the feel of slathering the thin goo all over yourself while two attractive women watch. Eventually the splatters of green goo is replaced by apparently normal water, just cool enough that it helps you calm down. Once the goo's rinsed off, a whirlwind of air starts in the tube, quickly drying you and making a rumpled mess of your hair. Back to about the same half-hard state you were in before, you slink out of the tube and move to sit on the indicated table, trying to use your legs to hide your stiffness a bit.\n\nLeena either hasn't noticed or is pretending not to as she steps over and pets your mussed hair a bit more, while Doc waves some glowing wand device that looks kind of like one of those elaborate pens you get at a prize counter at you. "Now, Eric, I'd really like to adopt you," she says with a soft smile. "You know what that means, right...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll be her son?|StarCirc2x3]]\n\n[[You'll be her... pet?|StarCirc]]

You spot among some other crumpled cloth things... a pair of panties? Geez, how does some girl do something so bad that the teacher confiscates your panties? You kind of want to take these back just so you and the other two can laugh over the fact that there were <i>girls underwear</i> in the confiscated items closet. You pick them up and can't resist taking just a second to hold them up and eye them... bikini-cut, not super daring once they were actually on probably, red with just the slightest hint of pink to the color but definitely bright and attention-getting. You stuff them in your pocket and carefully exit the room, poking your head out carefully and doing a check of the hall before hurrying back.\n\n"Mission complete, Amazing?" Deacon asks as you come back, doing his usual bit of trying to seem cool and collected and not at all excited.\n\n"Yeah, you guys'll never believe what they had in there," you say, grinning as you pull out the pair of panties and hold them up.\n\nJulian going beet red doesn't really surprise you, but Deacon bursting out laughing immediately does, one of his hands going to his face as he actually staggers over to sit on the bed. He only laughs harder when he looks up and sees your confused expression, managing to wheez out, "Thatcher, tell Amazing what he's found!"\n\n"Um... they're basically just called Prank Panties," Julian murmurs, still blushing, his ears flattened and tail flicking back and forth quickly. "You prank a guy by sneaking them inside his own underwear while he's showering or something, so that when he puts them on he winds up wearing them."\n\n"Uh, so you trick a guy into wearing panties for like three seconds until he realizes and yanks them off? Doesn't exactly sound like high-grade hilarity, or something worth confiscating on its own," you say dryly.\n\n"No, no, they're not just normal panties you do the prank with," Deacon says breathlessly, winding down his laughing and obviously trying to catch his breath. "They're magic, of course... they stick close inside the other underwear when they're put on, and when they are... they rob the wearer of all manliness." At your blink, Deacon actually giggles before catching himself and clearing his throat. "That's right, they'll turn even the biggest, brawniest lad into a smooth little twink." He's obviously struggling not to bust out again as he holds up his fingers slightly apart. "With an eenie weenie!"\n\n"The effect lasts for about a day, even if you take the panties off," Julian says with a sigh. "So it's just a really embarrassing prank in the end. I almost got hit with a pair in junior high, but I noticed an odd smell and checked my clothes. After that I got in the habit of glancing in my underwear before I put them on."\n\nDeacon gives a half-huff snort at that, as if not sure whether that's funny or annoying, then clears his throat. "Oy lads... why don't we roll again? Loser has to wear them."\n\n"What?!" you and Julian both yelp.\n\n"C'mon, it'll be a laugh!" the blonde boy says with a chortle of his own, though this one more controlled. "It'll wear off by tomorrow night, and whoever winds up wearing them can just stay in the room until then. We'll say the other two have to bring them what they want for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for fair play."\n\n"I dunno, Deacon," Julian mutters, ears low again as he rubs his upper arm.\n\n"Oh for..." Deacon gets up and strides over to the desk, picking up the red die again and rolling it. "There! A three! You've both got a better than average chance of beating me! I'm standing by my own idea, now are you two hard enough or aren't you?!"\n\nYou exchange a long glance with Julian, but in the end have to admit that if Deacon's willing to take the risk on a three instead of backing out, you'd both look fairly gutless saying no. With that you both walk over and pick up your dice before rolling.\n\n<hr>\n[["Five!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["Four!"|RunFF]]\n\n[["SHIT!"|RunFF]]

Swallowing hard, you step out of the alcove and into the hall, forcing yourself to speak up. "U-um... excuse me."\n\nBoth of them immediately halt and turn around to face you, the woman pursing her bright crimson lips and narrowing her purple eyes at you. "Oh dear, and here's one of those stowaways now. Honestly they could be spread through half the ship by now, we really need to stay more on top of this."\n\n"I, I didn't mean to!" you blurt as the large lionman takes a step forward, holding up your hands in what you hope is obvious as surrender. "I was working, and Tara said to find somewhere to sack out at the end, so... I...!"\n\nThe beastman pauses, then rolls his large yellow eyes. "Of course, Tara."\n\n"Mm." The woman steps forward now as well, cupping her chin and looking you up and down. "Just when did she say this about you sacking out, when she first saw you, or...?"\n\n"N-no," you reply, slowly lowering your hands. "I guess it was like... a little while after I first talked to her, when I passed her a bit later on."\n\nThe two of them exchange a glance, before the man shrugs. "That'd check out, then."\n\n"It's fine, dear, you're not a stowaway," the woman says in a more gentle tone, actually smiling at you now as she steps forward, and leaving you struggling not to stare at her chest considering it's almost exactly at eye level. "Just a poorly documented new employee. Tara is third generation Carnian engineer, which makes her a blessing in that she can fix just about anything, and a bit of a curse in that she doesn't necessarily tell anyone before she hies off and fixes whatever it is... which sometimes includes a shortage of personnel. Oh, but just look at you," she coos, raising her gloved hands to cup your jaw and making you blush a bit as she rubs your cheeks. "When was your last meal? You poor little things from pre-DTAI threshold planets, I can just barely stand it. Let's get you some food and cleaned up, alright?"\n\nYou can't really say no to that, so give her a nod. She beams and takes your hand, leading you forward, the big man falling into step beside you. "My name's Leena, I'm the Ringmaster of the Stellar Circus. This is Garri, he's the Star Performer. You have space shows on your planet, mhm?" At your next nod, she continues, "Think of it a bit like Captain and First Officer, then."\n\n"So... we're in space?" you ask, a bit dazedly.\n\n"Yes, dear~."\n\n"We try to blend in to each planet we visit, and bring ourselves down to appearing at their level of development and understanding, using image projectors and tech-matching algorithms," Garri explains. "A circus has to be at least a bit believable to be enjoyable, after all, and that is primarily why we do what we do, to make sure everyone enjoys themselves."\n\n"It's one of the benefits of being Carnian and reaping all the rewards of being post-DTAI threshold," Leena chirps happily, giving your hand a squeeze.\n\n"You... said that before, what's DTAI?"\n\n"Some societies eventually reach a point of development where the majority of their internal strife and difficulties disappear," Garri picks up, apparently happy enough to play Mr. Exposition despite his gruff tone. "Homelessness, famine, religious conflict, social conflict, it all just sort of vanishes into a single global community of peace and plenty. No one's actually entirely sure how this occurs or how it stays stable, so it's called the 'Don't Think About It threshold'."\n\nYou guess 'Don't Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth threshold' was too long a name even abbreviated. "So basically since you've got no other struggles you're free to just go around putting on shows and making people happy."\n\n"We still charge money in places where it's expected or it would look odd, but yes, for the most part," Leena declares breezily. Then she frowns slightly as she looks over at you. "But oh dear, this must be quite the culture shock for you, mustn't it? It can be very hard for people at your world's level of development to make the transition to this sort of society. Would you perhaps rather go back to... what was it, Garri?"\n\n"Earth," the lionman grunts.\n\n"Yes dear, would you like me to take you back to Earth?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please.|StarCirc]]\n\n[[No thanks!|StarCirc2x2]]

"Alright," you agree, though you're definitely feeling a bit guilty about it. "Don't worry, Fiviv, I'll come back for you as fast as possible."\n\n"I believe you, sir," she says with a slightly wan smile. She closes her mouth and looks like she's concentrating, eyes shifting and rolling a little as her cheek bulges, then she gives a soft 'mmf'. She parts her lips, and her once more long, thin tongue arcs out, the split tip now holding a molar. Trying not to be creeped out, you open your mouth, letting her tongue slip inside and position the false tooth between two of your own back teeth. She withdraws her tongue, letting it resume its 'normal' shape, then nods. "Alright, sir, bite down when you're ready."\n\nYou nod, doing your best to give her a reassuring look before you close your jaw firmly. You can feel a mildly painful crunch in your mouth, and then your body is suffused by the rather pleasurable tingling of the transporter effect. Suddenly freed of both restraints... and table... you find yourself toppling forward and landing flat on your tits, your chin jarring against the floor so hard for a second you're worried you might have broken one of your <i>actual</i> teeth. It takes you a moment to gather your wits, whereupon you quickly spit out the shards of fake ceramic and the small metal device that was nestled inside them and scramble to your feet.\n\nIt worked, you're back inside the shuttlecraft. It's deep night outside, probably sometime in the early AM without a glance at the local time readout. Apparently whatever they had planned for you, the Dikhards and Fukher just left the two of you there until they were ready to deal with you in the morning or something. You have to get Fiviv out of there!\n\n<hr>\n[[Call for help.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Suit up.|TrekF]]

"Yeah... yeah, really awf-" You interrupt yourself with a yawn, barely able to cover it with a hand halfway through. Looking across the table, you see that Fiviv already seems to be dozing. "Um... I... I hate to bother you," you manage, even your tongue feeling heavy. "But is there somewhere we could... rest...? We've had... a really long day."\n\n"Of course. We'll come wake you up if we see Dr. Fukher and Abraham coming down the road, I promise," Kathren says in a soothing tone, moving to grip your arm and help you to your feet. You want to protest as she starts leading you along as if you were walking wounded, but you find that you can't really, since everything's getting fuzzy around the edges.\n\nYou come to in a dim place, feeling uncomfortable... largely because you seem to be naked and bent over a wooden table, your hands bound behind your back and then fastened by short chains that go to either side of your body and attach to the table, your feet far apart and chained to the floor. Your jaw aches a little from the ballgag stuffed in your mouth, and as your eyes adjust, you realize that you're looking right at El'i's face, the lieutenant similarly naked, bound, and gagged, her bare ass visible sticking up in the air some. You look around, noting that you seem to be in some sort of basement or root cellar with hardpacked earthen walls and bare wooden support beams. Shifting and struggling does nothing but clink the chains some, so you look ahead at your companion. "Fhvhv! Fhvhv!" you call, doing your best through the gag.\n\nThe purple-skinned woman stirs, raising her head and opening her eyes, which actually glow a little in the low light. She blinks a few times as she apparently focuses, then does a quick look around as well. She wiggles in place... then her jaw seems to unhinge, at least enough for her to push the ballgag over her lower lip and let it flop down the front of her chin. Shifting her jaw back and forth, she looks at you, then whispers, "One second, sir." You try not to look freaked out as her tongue stretches and elongates, becoming forked at the tip, brushing against your cheek a few times before she manages to undo one of the clasps to the side of the ball. You cough a little as you spit the gag out. "What happened, sir?"\n\n"Looks like... a basement of some sort," you explain, probably a bit unnecessarily, but your head's still a little foggy. "The tea must have been drugged. I'd say Doctor Fukher's not the only one who's been compromised."\n\n"What do you think they're going to do to us, sir?" Fiviv whispers.\n\n"Considering the position they put us in, I'm guessing it has something to do with trying to make more Raptarrans or something." You scowl, trying your bonds again. "Can you find any give for your wrists or ankles at all? Or could you, like... pick the locks with your-"\n\n"It doesn't reach <i>that</i> far!" Fiviv blurts, her cheeks tinting hot purple as she blushes a bit. Clearing her throat, she shakes her head. "No, but I do have a way we can get out of here. Well, one of us."\n\n"Only one? And how?"\n\n"Mr. Wolf was pretty paranoid, and he taught all of us in security to be paranoid too. One of my teeth is a fake... it has a tiny transporter transponder hidden inside it that's triggered if it breaks. It only works with Starbeat transporters and the range is really short, but the shuttle we flew here should be just inside it."\n\n"There's no way for it to take us both?" you whisper, frowning.\n\n"No, sir," she answers with a small shake of her horned head. "Even if it wasn't incredibly weak so that it can stay tiny and hidden, it works by locking on to the skeletal structure of whoever breaks it, which means you have to bite down on it. Only one of us can get back to the shuttle. It should be you, sir... you're the higher ranking officer, it's my job to protect you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|TrekF10x2]]\n\n[[She should go.|TrekF]]

"I mean, I've always kind of thought the Earth needed conquering by aliens anyway," you say quickly with a little nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your head as your ears briefly lay low. "So obviously I'd love to help you out there!"\n\n"Excellent. Kio, take this 'Eric' to the learning chamber and set him up with a standard course about our technology," Queen Bastarra declares, waving a hand imperiously. "While I inform the commander of your new mission and have her join us."\n\n"Yes, Queen!" Kio chirps, bowing deeply, before snagging your wrist and pulling you along out of the room. "C'mon c'mon, local, let's get you all set up with information about proper technology that glows and beeps and goes 'ping' like it should."\n\n"Uh, right," you murmur, letting him tug you along. "So I'm going to learn about how to work all this stuff? That's great, bu-" You can't stop yourself from yawning, your mouth opening wide and tongue jutting out briefly, even as you try to cover it with a hand.\n\n"You're really tired, right?" Kio asks, sounding rather smug for having figured it out so easily. "Heheh, yeah, that's from being transmatted inside the ship. The first time is pretty rough and you wind up pretty exhausted. But don't worry!" he continues as he leads you into a room where a number of low, reclined seats are arranged facing out from a central column. "You'll learn as you sleep!"\n\n"... Ah, the eternal dream, not having to learn stuff but just waking up knowing it," you murmur, climbing up onto the seat Kio tugs you over towards and laying down on it.\n\n"Yup! We'll bring all sorts of innovations like this to your backwards little non-feline-ruled world!" Kio declares in a chipper tone as he starts working some symbols on the side of the chair's head. "Heheh, I'd like to send you off to your classes with some incentive for sweet dreams, but we don't really have the time," he adds, a cheeky grin on his face as he reaches out and gives the round bulge at the front of your crotch a few rubs and squeezes with his fingertips. "Gotta get you rested and taught before the princess shows up."\n\n"NYA!" Blushing and giving him a glare for his presumption, you squirm a little in the seat as he goes back to tapping. "What princess?" you mutter, ears still low.\n\n"The Queen will almost certainly assign her daughter Princess Bastarlet as our commander for this conquest mission. She's the next in line for the throne but she hasn't got any conquests or stuff like that to her name yet. You better be prepared, she's dominant even for a female, we're gonna get bossed soooooo hard," he adds, actually sounding a little dreamy as he says it. Then he lets out a giggle and presses one last button. "Anyway, educational dreams!"\n\nBefore you can answer, you find yourself closing your eyes and sinking near instantly into a deep, relaxing sleep. Then you open your eyes with a blink, finding you're sitting in a school classroom... naked. OH NO! You're in class naked! You blush and try to cover yourself with your hands and tail, your head jerking over as the classroom door opens up... and a tall, beautiful, and very naked woman with cat ears and a tail walks in, bare breasts and ass jiggling lightly with her steps. ... It's weird, you're having trouble focusing on details, you know she has certain traits and is just so extremely to your tastes that your dick is as hard as steel under your hands, but other than that you'd be hard pressed to describe her.\n\n"Welcome to class, Eric," the teacher almost literally purrs, parting her hands and revealing an extendable pointer in a highly suggestive fashion. "It's time for you to learn all about Bastian technology so you can help conquer Earth!"\n\n"Oh. Right. Uh, right." It all seems so obvious it's a dream now. You nod a few times, letting out a rush of breath. Obviously the machine is drawing on some of the imagery in your own mind of what a learning environment is like, and is communicating to your brain in concepts more than actual images, which is why your teacher is just 'a hot catgirl you want to bone' rather than a specific image. ... Huh, why did they make the teacher hot?\n\n"Now, before we begin your basic lessons on operating a Bastian computer, we of course have to begin with the standard course for any learning program," the teacher continues, turning towards the chalkboard, tail lifting and showing off her full, round ass as she taps the pointer against the surface, causing words to appear. "'The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is my goddess. I will forever obey the goddess and the throne.'"\n\n<hr>\n[[... What? "Hey, no!"|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Yeah that figures. "The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is-"|PalCat1x3]]

"I think we'll put you through Repurposing," you announce, grinning as the word sets various robotic armatures into motion.\n\n"Repurwhatting?! GYAK!" Ranma yelps as a flat-tipped armature thunks against his back right before the restraints pop open and he's lifted into the air, the one at his back lifting him like a car grabbed by a magnet. He flails about trying to grab or strike at the robot arm holding him, but it's apparently been designed and programmed to go for a spot just ot of reach of any attempts... all he's really doing his making his dick flop about in a mildly ridiculous way, prompting you to chuckle lowly. A screen slides out of the side of your chair and angles up to be tapped easily, showing the list of potential repurposing functions, with the main four at top.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pleasure Slave.|TriRanmaMPleasureSlave]]\n\n[[Soldier Slave.|TriRanmaMSoldierSlave]]\n\n[[Labor Slave.|TriRanmaMLaborSlave]]\n\n[[Arena Slave.|TriRanmaMArenaSlave]]

You pause in the doorway, waiting until he turns back to face you before asking, "But won't you get in trouble? Like... probably pretty bad trouble?"\n\nHe visibly hesitates, then gives a silent, nonchalant shrug that you interpret as 'yes, extremely'.\n\n"... Look, I can't let you do this," you say quietly, visibly shocking him even as you continue. "I saved your life because I didn't want you to die. If it's going to ruin your life just to save me, what was that even for?" You reach out and lay a hand gently on his neck, near one of those scars as those yellow eyes stare at you. "... You don't owe me anything, alright? Just... I guess, if anything, just remember how I did this for you. And maybe that not all non-Raptarrans are worthless, huh?"\n\nHe continues to stare for a long moment, then hoots softly and lowers his head, bumping the top of it against your bare chest. You smile sadly, rubbing the side of his neck, and even giving the leathery crown of his skull a little kiss. "Just remember, whatever happens."\n\nHe steps back from you and nods, then turns and walks off down the hallway. After a moment you step back, watching the door slide closed again, before making your way back to the bed to sleep again, wondering if you made the right choice.\n\nIn the morning, you're awoken by a pair of Raptarrans coming in the door, hooting and gesturing with more of those black rods like the one you saw the other day for you to get up. You're led out and down the hall, around several corners, and into a large room made of sleek, dark metal finish for the most part. There's a decent-sized crowd here, mostly Raptarrans, among them the scarred one you saw last night, his reptilian face unreadable. But standing near him is Mal, her own face grim.\n\n"Sorry, kiddo, they've decided you're going to get repurposed. I'm not sure as what, they didn't tell me that, but it's been decided. Just... try not to make it any worse on yourself, and step onto the dais there, okay?" she adds, gesturing to the slightly raised circle nearby, next to which stands a Raptarran holding some sort of injection gun.\n\n<hr>\n[[Walk with your back straight and chin up.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Plead with the Raptarran who saved you.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Cry, sob, wail.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Go limp, make them at least carry you.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Fight it the whole way.|BadCypher]]

"... No," you say in a very quiet voice, staring at the device.\n\n"Listen, think really hard about this, you're being too-" Mal begins.\n\nYou reach out, keeping your fingertips well away from the screen as you gently press her hand back towards her. "No."\n\n"... Okay." She gives a nod of her head as she stands up. "It's your choice, after all. I may be here to tell you what happens later. I may not. ... Good luck," she adds, before turning and walking back out.\n\nSighing, you lay back on the bed and rest your hands on your stomach. Staring at the featureless ceiling, you can't help but grin at your own foolishness. Where was all this moral integrity when you were agreeing to work for a female space pirate to get laid? Maybe you're just not a killer. Well... other than nonsentient alien monsters, you guess.\n\nYou've actually drifted off to sleep when you wake up to the sound of the door sliding open again. You sit up, then jump a little at the sight of a Raptarran looming over you. Your shock turns to confusion as it brings one of its bony, clawed fingers up to hold it in front of its muzzle in a rather humanlike 'shush' gesture, then cranes its head to look towards the door. That lets you spot several very distinctive scars on its neck... this is the Raptarran you saved! It backs up and makes a beckoning gesture to you, urging you to stand, then turns and trots out into the hallway. It does another check back and forth, then turns and beckons to you again...\n\n... It's going to help you escape?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah right, it's a trap! Stay where you are!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Take the opportunity to run!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Go with him.|BadCypher10x1]]\n\n[[Wait, won't he get in trouble?|BadCypher9x5]]

You freeze in place, standing absolutely still as the thing stares at you. Maybe its vision is really based on movement! Like the T-Rex in Jurassic Park! ... Wait didn't that get debunked? Oh shi-\n\nIt doesn't help, since at the sound of a shriek from one side and behind you has you snapping around, a Raptarran leaping from the treeline towards you, claws and legs splayed, either intending to tackle you or gut you. It gets to do neither as its own movement apparently does set off the local creature's attack instinct and it goes barreling forward, leaping up and clamping its jaws around the Raptarran's middle, the dinosaur-like creature shrieking in surprise and pain as it's hauled to the ground and slammed against it, sent rolling and coming back up to its feet, immediately charging in at the alien creature.\n\nYou step back, spear in front of you as the Raptarran makes several hard snaps at the beast's neck, apparently mostly foiled by that thick mane. The creature swings around, its head slamming into the Raptarran's back and knocking it off-balance, fastening its jaws around the alien's leg. The Raptarran gives a reptilian howl before swinging its other leg up, scythe-claw digging along the creature's shoulder and neck, apparently finding enough purchase in something either vital or painful that the thing lets go, giving its own yowl before swinging around and trying a tail-sweep that the Raptarran just barely leaps over.\n\nFuck, speaking of Jurassic Park, this is way too much like a dino-on-dino fight, but it's so much <i>faster</i> than those in the movies, you can barely keep up! Apparently your pursuer has become tied up with your would-be predator, so now what?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Just run!|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Look for an opportunity to attack the Raptarran.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Look for an opportunity to attack the creature.|BadCypher9x2]]

"... What the fuck am I doing?" You groan as you drop your spear and move forward, unwinding the grass belt you made. You dump the rocks out of it and kneel down in front of the Raptarran's head, folding and wadding up the pleated grass and then trying to nudge it to the gashes. It doesn't move its claw at first, but after a moment does, allowing you to press the somewhat dried grass into place over the worst of the gashes. "Here, hold it," you say with a glance towards the Raptarran's face, some part of you feeling at least a little vindicated by just how confused it looks, even as it presses its clawed fingers down over the makeshift compress.\n\nYou check the wounds on the other side of his neck, finding that none of them are nearly as bad, then get up to gather some more grass, eventually managing to form a slightly better compress. The Raptarran is still losing a lot of blood, but between you helping hold the compresses in place and its own efforts you seem to have slowed it down a lot as well. You occasionally glance at the time ticking down on your watch, though once you're distracted as there's another predatory cry from the jungle and you grab up your spear, whirling and hunkering in instinctive protectiveness over your patient, eyes scanning the treeline.\n\nEventually, the time ticks down to zero, and there's a loud beep. Almost immediately a number of other Raptarrans come wandering out of the trees, circling around you. Most have their eyes narrowed in apparent suspicion, and you feel goosebumps race over your skin and your mouth grow dry at the presence of so many large, apparently annoyed predators. Still, you start to say, "He's hurt, please he-" before one of the Raptarrans brings up a rod-shaped device and presses a button. You yowl as a hard electric shock runs through you, your body bucking and twitching and, apparently, having a small orgasm to judge by the flash of pleasure that passes through you before you thud to the ground unconscious.\n\nYou wake up in a small, largely featureless room. There's little in it other than a mattress barely long enough to accommodate you in a setting that barely rises from the floor, and what must be a set of very utilitarian facilities nearby... no place you've ever been has screamed 'prison cell' more blatantly. You sit up and glance at yourself... still a girl, still naked, but something like glossy white paper has been applied over your slit. You try to scratch it off but it's sealed tightly, with no hint of any give around the edges. What the hell...?\n\nYou've barely been awake for a minute when the door slides open and someone steps in. A human woman, surprisingly enough. Tall, with short black hair and obvious muscle tone, her body covered in a variety of tattoos that run along her arms, belly, sides, and legs. She looks at you with brilliant green eyes for a moment, something like an amused smile on her lips. "Well you've caused quite a stir."\n\n"Who are-?"\n\n"Mal. I'm sort of the experienced elder that gets brought in to explain to people new to the Raptarrans' Breeding Hunt what's going on. In your case though, you went and made it complicated." She moves over to sit down on the edge of your bunk, looking at you for another long moment before continuing. "Y'see, every so often, one of the hunted like us actually manages to kill a Raptarran during the hunt. While they don't really <i>like</i> that, they will respect it... it's actually one of the few ways to get out of the Hunt, though I'm not sure if anyone actually gets freedom that way. But you've gone and done something that's never been done in all the centuries they've been practicing the Breeding Hunt."\n\n"... I saved one of them's life," you volunteer a bit numbly.\n\n"Mhm. And don't think that some of them don't appreciate that. They may have a weird, predatory mindset, but they definitely value their own lives and the lives of each other, according to their own idea of morals anyway. So while there's a lot of appreciation that you've saved the life of one of their promising young hunters, there's also a lot of confusion to the point of being angry. Prey doesn't help a predator... there's a lot of thought that you must be defective somehow, that you're insane or have bad genetics. They're talking about repurposing you."\n\n"Re... repurposing me?" you ask, fear running down your spine.\n\n"Yeah, you're right to be scared. That can mean a lot of things for the Raptarrans... you might wind up a livestock animal, or mind-wiped and turned into a sex droid, or any other of hundreds of weird techno-genetic alterations into something they consider useful that isn't being used for reproduction."\n\nYou swallow heavily. "... Is there any way out?"\n\n"Well, in this case, yeah. They've decided to make you an offer to see if it will clear up the confusion." Mal brings up one of her hands, showing a device similar to a small, slender smartphone. The screen is glowing with a top-down view of a stylized red raptor skull. "If you press your thumb here, the Raptarran you saved will instantly die. You'll be 'repurposed'... but it will be to take his place."\n\nYou blink, then your jaw goes a little slack. "You mean I'll become...?"\n\n"A male Raptarran. I've certainly never heard of it in all my years, but apparently they figure that proving you <i>are</i> willing to take his life, even if you valued a Raptarran life when it was in danger before you, will show that you're ready to take your place among them."\n\n"And if I don't?" you ask, staring down at the little device as if it were a loaded gun.\n\n"Then the debate continues. And you might wind up getting repurposed into a wall-pussy or something. So if I were you I'd think very, very carefully about this."\n\n<hr>\n[[Press the button.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[... No.|BadCypher9x4]]

You're not exactly happy about it, but there's a sentient creature and an apparently hungry predator involved here, and despite it all you know which one you feel safer having out there. Gripping your spear, you edge around the battle, watching for an opening in the thrashing of inhuman bodies.\n\nIt comes when the alligator-beast manages to clamp its jaws on the Raptarran's throat and drag the alien to the ground, the dinosaur-like extraterrestrial struggling to use its claws or talons but unable to move too much without tearing its own throat out. With a savage cry you rush in, stabbing your spear repeatedly towards the beast's neck. Apparently with its jaws around its supposedly much more dangerous foe it's unwilling to turn loose, unable to do much other than writhe and try to slap its tail at you as you thrust the sharp stone over and over, gradually making your way through the matted hair and finding flesh.\n\nBy the time the beast does release the Raptarran and decide to come after you, it's staggering and wobbling, blood gushing and matting its mane. You skitter backwards and away from it, still pointing your spear at the wounded beast as it makes its way towards you, before finally thudding to the ground and letting out a long, loud chuff before going still. You wait a minute to see if it's playing with you, before slowly making your way towards it, then past it to take a look at the Raptarran.\n\nIt's laying on its side, squirming and writhing a bit, making a few wet croaks every so often. It's got one clawed hand pressed to its neck, but its fingers are far too small and bony to do much about covering the obvious gashes there, thin, dark red blood running out across its leathery hide like a faucet turned to a low setting. It will obviously be dead soon without help, its eyes looking up at you, reptilian expression inscrutible, its motions stilling as you stand above it. The eyes slide towards your bloody spear, and you can't help but glance at it as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill the Raptarran.|BadCypher12x1]]\n\n[[Leave it.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Help it.|BadCypher9x3]]

You wander over towards the pair of vampire mascots. There's one guy and one girl, standing far enough apart to not be crowding each other but close enough together they're obviously meant to be part of the same group. They're both pretty "classic" as far as vampires go, bordering on cheesy. The man has the slicked-back hair and white-painted face, as well as the out-of-date tuxedo with red vest and red-lined cape. The woman is dressed more like Morticia Addams or Elvira or something... a tight, slinky black dress with scooped cleavage, though the skirt's full-length and covers her legs but loose enough that she can apparently walk normally.\n\nNow, to approav the [[male vampire|HWLVampM1x1]], or [[female vampire|HWLVampF1x1]]?

"Obviously we need a better ship than this one," you answer as the two of you walk towards the corridors, with you effectively leading the way towards the bridge. "You can tell me about this one, yes?"\n\n"It was a Cattleyard-class captive transport when it was first built 100 years ago," Bosses Clutchmates immediately answers. "Designed to rest at the borders of our space and allow for more active capturing ships to bring their loads back and store until it was full, so it could bring a massive number of captives back to the homeworlds at once. It was decommissioned thirty years ago, and then ten years ago recommissioned as a bait ship, largely gutted and fitted with the appropriate corridors and traps. A few of the facilities were left intact in the event they were needed, but its weapons were virtually nonexistent, and the less powerful reactor that was installed when it was recommissioned means even those won't work at full capacity."\n\n"Excellent, Bosses Clutchmates. I knew you'd be the perfect pick for my second-in-command."\n\nYou've never imagined a dinosaur getting flustered, but you might almost think she was blushing. "Red-Striped Lord of Space, I would be <i>very</i> happy to be so, and I would excel in the position," she chirps in the Raptarran form of modesty, before adding, "But would you not prefer one of the handful of full-named adults? Splotchy Stripes Who Always Facefucks Mammals Until They Go Stupid would die for you now, after all, and he has far more experience." Of course, despite the demurring, her claws are flexing and the tip of her tail is wiggling in excitement.\n\n"But he's not as smart as you are," you answer simply, glancing over at her briefly and flashing her a toothy grin. "I have full faith in your ability to work with me to make our new and better ship a reality."\n\n"Yes... yes, certainly, Red-Striped Lord of Space."\n\nYou give a soft rumble in your throat. "Eh... you may have noticed I'm an unconventional sort, right?"\n\n"Yes, Red-Striped Lord of Space, it had occurred to me."\n\nYou give a trill-chuckle as the two of you emerge onto the bridge, which already has several other Raptarrans at work either using the computers or opening up panels to work on their guts. "Then roll with it when I say I prefer to use shortened forms of names among those in my inner circle."\n\n"That's very..." You can almost hear her say 'mammalian' before she amends herself. "Unconventional indeed."\n\n"Give it a try, though."\n\n"... Lord," she says after a moment with a bob of her head, the sound just a short but distinctive bark of sound.\n\nWell, you're not sure that quite counts as 'informal', but it'll do. "Alright, Bosses, now let's get to work. We have a lot of planning to do to get our new ship."\n\n"You seem to already have something in mind, Lord," she asks, still seeming a bit squirmy and almost delighted at the semi-wicked use of a shortened name, even as the two of you step up to the main control panel.\n\n"I do," you chitter, grinning at her again.\n\n<hr>\n[["A Raptarran ship."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["A pirate ship."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["A warship."|BadCypher]]

Nah, definitely pass on that, even though you're hungry. Movie theaters already inflate their prices, and so do amusement parks, you're pretty sure you don't wanna see those two stacked on top of each other. Instead you head over to the nearest ticket touchscreen, briefly looking it over to confirm that the viewings are free. None of them look like they're exactly blockbuster thrillers... in fact most of the titles look like those sort of knockoff movies that you suspect are mostly made to trick clueless grandmas into buying them for their grandkids because they don't know any better. ("Here's that movie you wanted, sweetheart, 'Atlantic Rim'!") They all seem to be themed too, maybe they were made by the same studio on some goofy theme or whatever. Interestingly enough they all do seem to be 3D... ah, no, wait, they say "5D"... showings. Whatever that means. Shrugging, you pick up a pair of weird octagonal glasses with prismatic lenses from the nearby bin before selecting a movie.\n\n[[Attack of the X-Bots|XBotsStart]]\n\n[[Invasion from Planet X|XAlienStart]]\n\n[[Terror of the X Galaxy|XTerrorStart]]\n\n[[X-Man|XManStart]]\n\n[[Mister X|XKillerStart]]\n\n[[Mister X 3: Screams In Space|XK3Start]]\n\n[[Newbreed: An Agent X-7 Film|X7Start]]

A realization hits you. Ever since you got plunged into all this, you've pretty much been dancing to someone else's tune. Despite supposedly becoming a co-leader of a bunch of space pirates, you were still taking orders and doing what you're told. But now... now you're more powerful than you've ever been physically, with a body built for combat and debauchery, a super suit that if anything seems to be getting more powerful, and a ship full of high level sci-fi technology and potential soldiers to do your bidding.\n\nNo way are you going back to being Arana's little errand boy!\n\nAlright, but you need to plan this out carefully, you decide. The whole reason you were desperate enough to turn yourself into a Raptarran was that they're scary, you can't deal with them lightly. (Though they're getting steadily less scary the more you get used to being one.) And since you need time to prepare, you need to make sure that you're not disturbed; that means shutting off the "distress beacon", AKA lure. Though as you make your way to the bridge where there will be better computer access, you realize that won't do either... that might alert the Raptarrans no doubt watching the ship waiting for some more 'mammals' to get trapped that something was amiss.\n\nAfter learning some more about the computer systems, though, you come up with what you think is a rather ingenious workaround. Raptarran broadcast signals are just as advanced as the rest of their technology, the lure signal on this ship has just been broadened to let 'lesser' antennas pick it up. By carefully and gradually narrowing it back to a Raptarran-only frequency, any Raptarrans watching will think the lure is still active, but anyone else won't pick it up. That should guarantee you don't get interrupted.\n\nNext you move on to teaching yourself about Raptarran technology and culture. You find you can pick it up incredibly rapidly, your brain soaking up everything you read like a sponge. In fact it's more like you're just reminding yourself of things you already knew. Could the changes to your brain be so extensive? Well, good, much better than having some lowly mammal brain, you think with satisfaction, giving a low trill of satisfaction as you read over another technical document. Of course, the suit helps a lot too, the HUD helpfully cross-referencing and providing footnotes the more it interfaces with the system... you wonder if it's getting better as it learns more as well, or if it's related to your own advancement? Well, no matter, a question for another time. \n\nAs you'd already noticed before, Raptarrans accepted as adults tend to have long, descriptive names... an easy affair when it can all be communicated with a particular series of noises, which you can produce a wide range of and seem to instinctively understand. And then there are 'hatchling names', which are also descriptive but short and usually rather diminutive, based on some behavior early in childhood rather than a distinguishing trait they've shown in proper adulthood. There is, however, a precedent for short, pithy adult names as long as they're suitably grandiose, and those can apparently be even more impressive than particularly long and complex ones... if you can live up to them. You give yourself a sharp-toothed smirk as you begin reading over the entire roster of the sleeper bay, already plotting further. Hm... while you're at it, might as well make a bit more use of the bio-engineering lab. Just for fun~!\n\nThe whole process takes several days, and a few times you use the matter replicators to make meals. You're almost half through a large, bleeding steak before you realize that you both ordered it that way and started eating it without thinking. After a few blinks, you give a 'meh' click and finish your lunch. Whatever.\n\nFinally, you're ready to begin your plan. You make your way down to the sleeper bay, doing a quick check to make sure all the signal blockers and system bypasses are still in place before beginning the awakening sequence. Pods slide open quickly with low hisses and puffs of gas, but almost the moment the tops of the pods are out of the way the Raptarrans inside them leap out, canny-eyed and ready, a few even giving excited shrieks as if believing they were leaping right into battle. Most of them quickly spot you, and look a bit confused at your appearance, but since you're standing in the most commanding spot with your body raised into an Alpha's position, they all begin gathering in front of you, even if some of them look rather dubious.\n\n"Exactly who are you, youngling?" one of them asks, your HUD helpfully popping up his name and a clip of his profile, even though you'd probably recognize him from memory. Ah, right, that would be Splotchy Stripes Who Always Facefucks Mammals Until They Go Stupid, one of the small handful of adults assigned to the sleeper bay. He's got a number of notations for prowess in both combat and rape ability, you're curious who exactly he annoyed to get him assigned to this particularly lowly duty. Still, most of the others look at him respectfully before turning even more dubious eyes on you.\n\n"I am Red-Striped Lord of Space," you declare, never once blinking as you stare at the group.\n\nMany of the younglings go slack-jawed at the sheer audacity of someone their own age proclaiming such a name. There's a ripple of trilling laughter that runs through the group, some of it incredulous, some of it mocking (mostly from the fully-grown Raptarrans.)\n\n"You're some child in a ridiculous getup! You're wearing some kind of armor like a mammal!" Facefucks declares, sneering as he lowers his head slightly, body hunching a bit closer to a predatory angle as if to demonstrate you might be considered prey at any moment. "I'll spend awhile putting you in your proper place before you answer for your behavior!"\n\nYou'd expected this, even hoped for it to a certain extent. You'd even ranked Facefucks as being the one most likely to call you out, considering his likely resentment at being assigned to sleeper duty on a bait ship with a bunch of younglings. There's only one question of how to respond to this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do you use 100% power...|BadCypher]]\n\n[[... or 10% power?|BadCypher11x8]]

You definitely don't want to get dragged any further down this rabbit, ah, raptor hole than you have already. You're already starting to wonder how much this form is affecting you, considering how much you enjoyed fucking a guy's ass just now. Plus, your suit is back in the bio-lab. "I suppose I should probably go back to my cryo-pod," you announce.\n\n"Ah? I don't think there's any real need for that, Secret Words, you're awake now. There will be lots of fun with these on our way back to Raptarran space, why wouldn't you want to come?" Chase sounds merely curious, but the faint twitch at the tip of his tail tells you he's also a bit suspicious.\n\nLuckily, maybe with some help from your new predatory brain, you're good at thinking fast. "I know, but it is my very first mission after all. I want to prove I can stick to it and see it through." You try a charming smile, and hope your muzzle makes a proper equivalent. "Besides, after seeing the way you handle the others, Dark-Striped One Who Chases Female Mammals Until They're Exhausted Before Putting A Clutch In Them, I feel like I can follow your example when more of the sleeper crew is awake, make a better name for myself."\n\n"Oho, you're quite the eager-to-please one, aren't you?" Chase says with another of his trill-chuckles. "Makes me a little disappointed I couldn't get you in my quarters and have my way with you at some point on the way back. But alright, alright, if your duty is your hardon I've no right to gainsay it. Here, give me that, I'll take it back with this one."\n\nTaking a risk, you bob your head. "You're sure? I could take it to the ship for you before I go back..."\n\n"Now now, make sure your dedication doesn't turn into clawlicking, Secret Words. Cocklicking is one thing, clawlicking another." But the words are amiable, Chase sidling into a position that would let you easily transfer the pirate from your back to his, flopping him over the other one. "Look me up when you get your name, youngling, we'll have a few drinks and fuck," he adds before heading off down the passage.\n\nYou give a short, effectively wordless bark of assent before turning to make your way back towards the bio-lab, making sure you're not seen hurrying. You pass a few more Raptarrans headed the other way, and while a few give you curious glances, none of them challenge you. The door slips open at your approach, and you step inside, hesitating briefly before moving over to the control panel you used before. It's much, much easier to understand now, and you're quickly able to access the rest of the ship's systems.\n\nAs is obvious by now, this is a bait ship... it's almost entirely empty, intended for the sole purpose of drawing in curious or greedy non-Raptarrans to become the playthings of the ship's creators. The knockout gas is the main trap, but there are more scattered all through the ship, you find. Pretty much all of them are nonlethal, and some are even designed to only hold their captive temporarily... to make it all the more fun to chase them down or catch them, as seems perfectly obvious to you now. However, this <i>was</i> once a fully-operational and in-service ship, and is intended to become a temporary base or even be put back into use if necessary. Thus the fully usable bio-lab, as well as a handful of other essential Raptarran facilities.\n\nYou access the sensors and confirm that the Raptarran ship that brought over the collection team has uncoupled and is flying off. Good, looks like Chase didn't bother to check whether you'd actually gotten back into the cryo-pod. After a quick sensor sweep to make sure that the only living things on board are you and the other Raptarrans in the sleeper bay, you make your way over to where you hid your suit, tugging it out from the nook where you tucked it. Somewhat awkwardly, since your current arms aren't properly designed for it, you swing it into place on your back, hoping it proves adaptable enough to still activate. To your relief it starts sliding out and back over you like it did before, shaping itself to your new non-humanoid body, the helmet becoming a long thing faintly resembling a blunt-nosed fighter jet with a solid, clear canopy over the top of your head. The HUD is actually far less intrusive now, even as it adapts to be entirely in the Raptarran language. A glance towards the shiny wall shows that it's changed its color scheme again too... mostly black with a few white accents, and red tiger stripes along various portions of it to match the ones on your back. The blasters have repositioned themselves to your shoulders and are currently at an 'at ease' position, but a thought swings the barrels forward and has them auto-aim without even needing to be held in your hands. Well, not too shabby, really.\n\nMaking your way back to the console, your claws now making a sharper metallic click on the bulkhead floors, you check over the systems. There's a handful of small ships capable of wormhole navigation in one of the bays... you could load up a few useful things from the ship and head back to Arana, albeit with some explaining to do. Alternatively, you could summon her here instead... with your ability to access the systems, there's no need to be afraid of the traps.\n\n('Unless you want her to be,' part of you notes, briefly causing your lips to curl in a smirk before you shake it off. What was that? ... Still, though.)\n\nYou pause briefly, your claws hovering above the touchpad. But... do you really need to hook back up with Arana at all? Perhaps it's your human ambition mingling with your new Raptarran deviousness, but you have access to a ship (albeit an old one), technology even the Raptarrans apparently don't have in the form of your suit, and a bay full of what are no doubt young, eager Raptarrans like Chase assumed you were, crying out for leadership and a chance to distinguish themselves to someone. What if that someone was you?\n\n... No, it's a crazy thought. Ridiculous. ... Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to Arana.|CyRap]]\n\n[[Summon Arana.|CyRap1x1]]\n\n[[Take command of the ship.|BadCypher11x7]]

You hope your nervous swallow isn't obvious. But it's clear that to keep your cover, you need to act just as oversexed and eager to shove your cock in an available hole as the rest of the aliens. As you reach out to haul the pirate's ass into the air and grab for his waistband, you start trying to get yourself hard despite the fact that guys are, well, not your thing. It's actually surprisingly easy... it feels like you're gaining much more control over this body than you had even over your old one, and soon you can feel your long, thick, glistening cock fully unsheathed and jutting below your belly. You pause briefly at the sight of the male pirate's rather toned and very masculine-looking ass, not to mention the hairy, dangling balls and cock below the puckered skin leading up to his bare asshole. You risk taking a quick glance over at Chase, who's already positioned himself between the other pirate's legs and is indeed pumping away, fucking the man while holding his legs spread in the air.\n\nWith another light swallow that you feel pass down your long, now rather inhuman neck, you step forward into position over the pirate, shifting your hips with a wiggle of your tail to get your prick into position. Then you push forward, unable to help giving a trill of pleasure at the feel of a hot, tight hole spreading around you and conforming to your cock. You begin rocking your hips, your body easily falling into the motions of driving your shaft deeper into the human's asshole as you begin properly fucking him. The feeling is... well, you may not like guys, but it's really hard to deny that having a hot, tight hole wrapped around you feels incredible. You find yourself making even more bestial noises, soft hoots and trills and short barks that aren't anything even vaguely like human, Chase making some similar noises along with that particular trill that you understand as a chuckle now.\n\nYou can feel your leathery ballsack slapping against the pirate's taint, your enhanced senses even giving you some faint sense of his limp cock and balls swaying under you... ah, the motion's actually a little different, feels like he's gotten at least half-hard from being fucked in his sleep. The realization hits some part of your newly more lizardy brain and has your scaly lips pulling up in a smirk as you start thrusting faster, fucking him all the more eagerly. Then you throw back your head and give a brief yowl as you thrust forward and begin pumping a load of cum into his ass, Chase giving his own similar shriek a moment later as splatters of white fall to the floor where they spurt out around the base of his dick.\n\nFeeling a bit lightheaded, you pull out of the pirate, doing your best to return Chase's smirk as he does the same. Following your 'elder's' example, when he picks up the pirate he just fucked and slings him across his back you do the same, following Chase as he heads off down the hallway. "Most of the rest of these mammals should be gathered up now, let's head back to the ship."\n\n<hr>\n[[Come up with an excuse to double back.|BadCypher11x6]]\n\n[[Continue following along.|BadCypher]]

"My name is Secret Words," you answer, finding it natural enough, though something causes you to find an equivalent to the meaning of your assumed name rather than trying to pronounce it directly with a voicebox (and something in your head, it feels like) that's apparently better suited to hooting and chirping than consonants.\n\nImmediately the other Raptarran's face clears, though it's kind of odd how you understand its feelings just from the slight shifts in its inhuman face and posture. "Ah, a hatchling name, you must have been in one of the cryopods loaded into the sleeper bay. Didn't think any of you would be up already."\n\nYou think fast. Cryopods... they must have had some Raptarrans already aboard in stasis or whatever, in case another ship couldn't get here in time to collect whatever they trapped. Taking a risk, you answer, "I got woken up because they sent in an early scout... the ship must have thought I could appraise the situation. They all started falling asleep right away, though, so I decided to wait."\n\n"It often is more fun to do things in a group, especially when you're young," the Raptarran answers cheerfully, giving its tail a little wiggle of apparent enthusiasm. "Well, Secret Words, I am Dark-Striped One Who Chases Female Mammals Until They're Exhausted Before Putting A Clutch In Them. I'm one of the bio-scanners on this trip. Since I assume that you don't want to go back into your cryo-pod, why don't you accompany me as I go around scanning these idiot mammals?"\n\n"Yes, certainly," you answer quickly, stepping around the piece of equipment you're standing behind as the very long-named alien turns to head back out the doorway, hoping he doesn't notice that you feel a bit awkward about walking on these differently-shaped legs. You can feel a twitch here and there in your body, like the serum isn't entirely done, either.\n\nYou continue following along, swallowing your dismay as you see more Raptarrans moving about, some with pirates slung over their backs. Every time you near one of those, the other Raptarran approaches the dark brown one you're with, the two of them hooting and chirping amiably to each other as Dark-Striped One Who... ... just call him Chase... Chase runs a scanner over the unconscious humans. Eventually the two of you round a corner, and you can't help but start a little at the sight of a Raptarran with one of the sleeping pirates pulled into an ass-in-the-air position, the alien pumping his long, glistening prick into the unconscious human's asshole.\n\nChase gives an amiable chuckle. "Come on now, Green-Tinted Male That Likes Mammals With Particularly Large Mammaries Best, you know you're supposed to wait until after they've been scanned before having any fun like that," he chastises, even as his own cock starts to slip out of his sheath, dripping a bit onto the floor.\n\n"Mmmn, sorry, Dark-Striped One Who Chases Female Mammals Until They're Exhausted Before Putting A Clutch In Them, but the sight of a completely helpless mammal always gets me so excited," the other Raptarran moans, not once even slowing down in his fucking of the knocked-out pirate. \n\n"Alright, alright, just slow down so I can get a decent read." The green-tinted Raptarran slows his thrusts to smooth, steady strokes briefly, waiting until Chase has run his scanning wand up and down over the man's body several times before resuming thrusting, faster than before, only taking a few more pumps before he throws back his head and yowls, spurts of thick white goo oozing out around the base of his cock.\n\nBordering on being in shock, you follow along after Chase as he continues down the hallway. Soon the two of you come to a pair of pirates who are passed out on the floor, one splayed on his belly, the other on his back. Chase calmly runs his scanner over both, even though his cock is now jutting below him at obviously full erection, apparently focused on his work. However, the moment he's finished, he clips the wand to the harness he's wearing and moves to yank down the pants of the pirate laying on his back. "Alright, I've got these two scanned and registered, may as well have a quick bit of fun ourselves before we load them."\n\n"Ah...?" you say a bit faintly.\n\n"Hm? Do you have a preference for this one instead?" Chase asks, glancing over and blinking his yellow eyes curiously. "My pardon, I assumed you'd want the other one because he'll be easier to get into a quick fucking position. You're young so I didn't think you'd have quite the experience to do 'humie-style' positions. But I do like it when I can spread a male's legs and pump into them prone like a female," he adds, tossing the pants aside and pushing the pirate's thighs apart and up, showing off his limp cock and bared asshole. "But, well, I'm already starting with this one, so if you would."\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it.|BadCypher11x5]]\n\n[[Come up with an excuse.|BadCypher]]

Wait... is it possible? Could you... disguise yourself as one of them, and get past them that way? It's a weird idea, and you'd have to hope that Arana could turn you back into a human, but as far as you can tell it's the best shot you've got. Tapping the selection, you hurry over and grab up one of the injector guns as the cylinder fills. In the process of loading it, you pause... from the picture it didn't look like the Raptarrans wore clothing, even if the suit could adapt to such a massive change in your body. Reluctant but knowing you have to work fast, you will the suit to come off and quickly pull the collapsed form off your back, shoving it behind a nearby cabinet where it's mostly hidden. Then you take a deep breath before pressing the tip of the gun to your bare upper arm and pulling the trigger.\n\nYou hiss at the odd, tight heat that runs through you from the point of the injection as the thick green liquid in the cylinder gradually diminishes. But you can feel the changes starting to come over you fast, watching as your skin near the injection site turns darker and like pebbled leather, the effect spreading outward from there. Your hands twitch, fingers curling as some of them begin to merge together, turning long and with bulbous joints, fingernails curling into wicked claws. You hunch forward as your center of gravity abruptly shifts from the changing structure of your hips, gritting your teeth hard even as they grow sharper and your face starts to push outward into a long, bluntish muzzle, lips thinning as the skin changes. Your hair gradually disappears back into your scalp as the structure of your whole head changes, blinking your eyes repeatedly as your vision shifts, becoming sharper and more distinct, the colors deepening and becoming more saturated. You writhe in place, shaking your shoulders as they slender out and practically disappear into your altered torso, your back arching and writhing as it grows more vertebrae, pushing out a thick, steadily lengthening tail behind you. There are loud clicks on the metal floor as your toes change and press your claws to it, your big toes turning outward and sliding further back along the side of your foot as they turn, the nails growing into long, gleaming sickles. Your balls become covered in strong leathery skin, which forms into a sheath at the base of your cock as it grows longer, thicker, and begins to glisten with wetness as it turns pink, veins visibly running across the surface.\n\nIn only a minute or so the transformation is complete. You blink a few times, feeling disoriented and light-headed, looking towards a nearby wall that's got a slightly more mirror finish than the rest. You've become what looks a lot like a raptor from the Jurassic Park movies... except your back is almost black with thin, tribal tattoo-esque red stripes, and paler skin along your underside, running from your chin down the lower half of your muzzle and throat, covering your chest, belly, and inner thighs as well as the underside of your tail. You actually look... kind of cool? Even if it's shocking and almost dissociative to see a dinosaur staring back at you with your blue eyes.\n\nYou jerk your head to the side as the door slides open and a Raptarran... well, another Raptarran... steps in. This one's a lot like the one you saw the image of in your helmet, though his top part is more lightly-creamed coffee-colored and his stripes are closer to a dark chocolate brown. He blinks at the sight of you and lets out a short series of hoots, clicks, and chirps... that you understand perfectly, your brain decompressing them into many more words than the short batch of sounds would seem to indicate. "Well aren't you the distinctive-looking one, I know I'd have recognized you if you'd been on the ship with me. What's your name, where were you stationed?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, ah, er, uh..."|BadCypher]]\n\n[["My name is... Cypher?"|BadCypher11x4]]\n\n[[Just spout whatever nonsense comes to mind.|BadCypher]]

Well. You turned down Arana's offer of augmentation earlier, but if it's just you against some predatory aliens you might need to rethink it. At the least if you do get out of this, you'll want at least something to bring back to Arana that will mollify her about losing the pirates, and you're betting something from her obvious interest would do it best.\n\nThe door at least opens for you as you head in, showing a roomful of... well, sci-fi stuff, really, is all you can particularly think of. Big cylinders full of bubbly green liquid, tables with what you're guessing are some sort of scanning arrays over them, lots of robot arms on the ceiling. You spot what looks like some sort of master control panel... at least to your inexperienced eyes... and walk over, tapping it. The touchscreen lights up with a bunch of text, hardly any of which your helmet can offer even a guesswork translation for. You do spot one that says 'Load Bio-Enhancement Shover' and curiously tap that. A nearby wall panel immediately slides open, revealing a row of some sort of injector guns, and next to them a panel with a number of small cylinders (currently empty) sticking out of it. Ah, apparently you load it up with the stuff and then put the cylinder in the gun. Arana would probably love to have some of this stuff.\n\nThen you see the minimap your suit has generated light up with a number of red dots moving through the passages. The Raptarrans are here! At the sight of how many of them there are, your interest in the bio-enhancer goes from theoretical to practical... no way you can take that many on your own, you need help! You quickly start scrolling through the selections on the screen... the text doesn't get translated, though, you'll have to judge on outlines, which are either of the whole creature or just its head. What to pick?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Bovine head.|BadCypher11bx1]]\n\n[[Squid(?) outline.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Feline head.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Raptor outline.|BadCypher11x3]]

Them's that falls behind gets left behind, right? Same for anyone falling asleep. Not wanting to be hindered by the drowsy pirates, you take off without a word, leaving them to their own devices as you try to find a way through the ship. You can't just go back to your own, it's probably trapped too now... but maybe there's an escape pod, or a computer you can hack, something like that.\n\nYou find yourself passing through a number of branching, nearly identical-looking passageways. You'd think you were going in circles, except that your suit creates a sort of minimap based on where you've been as you go along. Even then it's difficult to keep track... the passages are obviously designed to be difficult to navigate and confusing, passing back and forth over each other. Several times you come across unconscious pirates, but do your best to ignore them, focusing on getting yourself out of this mess.\n\nEventually you find a hallway that does look at least a little bit different. It has a sort of wider area in part of it, and the doors actually have writing on them. Your suit attempts a translation that it warns you is probably only 50% accurate at best, but one door reads 'Bio-Enhancement Lab' and the other reads 'Crew Transport Storage'. ... Does that mean it's the hangar bay? That seems the most obvious takeaway. The other looks different than the other two, being built into the curve of the wall, and with a window in said door. Glancing in shows a small spherical area with what looks like a pilot seat surrounded by screens. An escape pod!\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the hangar bay.|BadCypher11ax1]]\n\n[[Check out the bio-enhancement lab.|BadCypher11x2]]\n\n[[Use the pod.|BadCypher]]

"Upright" just sounds better, you decide. After all, what's the opposite of that, anyway? "Hunched"? That could be pretty uncomfortable. You hurry into the train, snagging one of the last open seats as the doors close. There's a loud hiss, and then the sound of the train moving... it really does sound a bit like "chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga" you think with an amused grin. You yawn a little, not really realizing that the slight rocking motion of the train is relaxing you until you sit up with a start in an empty train car. You stare around, wondering how long you've been asleep, only to hear a "Sir?" in a tone that says it's a repeat. Looking over, you spot another pretty young woman in one of the generic Worldland park uniforms.\n\n"Sir, you need to disembark now, everyone's gone inside."\n\n"Oh." You blink a few times, then scramble to your feet and hurry out, feeling your cheeks heat a little in embarrassment. You look around at the station, finding it to be almost identical to the other one, though this one's surrounded by a lot of green grass and a few other colorful buildings. There's a lot more open area here... just how long was that train ride? Anyway, realizing you're still holding things up, you follow the sign that directs you to enter the station house.\n\n"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," another park girl says, pulling a door closed. You blink both at her, and the station, it's an odd little place. There's the expected gift shop, but in addition to the door she was just pulling closed, there are three tall, square holes in the walls, each with a conveyer belt running into it. There's also a console with big, colorful plastic buttons on it... maybe it's some sort of elaborate custom toy delivery system? But you yank your attention back to the park employee as she continues. "I'm afraid we've reached our maximum number of visitors for right now."\n\n"Uh... then when do I get to go in?" you ask, frowning a bit.\n\n"Well normally you'd have to take the train back, and come back again. I'm sorry sir, this usually doesn't happen." She checks her clipboard, then smiles. "Oh, but we do have a slot for an Extended Stay Guest!"\n\n"Huh? What's that?"\n\n"An Extended Stay Guest can spend an entire week here in Ponyville, enjoying the hospitality of the ponies! You will be expected to do a bit of work, obviously, and even help entertain visitors from time to time, but you do get a room and meals free of charge!"\n\nConsidering you don't exactly have anywhere to go when you leave the park tonight, you have to actually think about whether you want to put up with cutesy and girly stuff in return for a free bed and meals for about five seconds. "Yeah, okay, sure, I'll be an extended, whatever, that sounds cool," you answer, trying not to sound too overeager.\n\n"Great! Here, fill this out and sign it, please," she asks, putting a form atop her clipboard and passing it over. Name, date of birth, you agree not to leave before the period of yadda yadda. You fill it out with the bare minimum of reading to know what goes in each field, then sign it. The park employee looks it over, then grins. "Well, this all seems to be in order. Please step over here to the Pone-tificator, and we'll get you prepped." You look at the console oddly as she turns it on via a switch, three of the buttons lighting up. "Ah, okay, looks like there's three different requests. Just pick whatever you like, then step onto the conveyer belt!"\n\nYou eye her, then the buttons. You really want to ask what's the difference, but you're worried that maybe it was explained in that form you were supposed to read but didn't. So which button to push, anyway...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Blue button with a picture of a regular cartoon pony on it.|PonyAM1x1]]\n\n[[Purple button with a picture of a cartoon unicorn on it.|PonyAH1x1]]\n\n[[Pink button with a picture of a cartoon pony with wings on it.|PonyAF1x1]]

Not bothering to answer the question, you instead turn and head over to the nigh-omnipresent bucket of water, picking it up and carrying it back over. Ranma flinches a little but can't seem to move out of the way as you toss its contents over him, leaving a sopping, big-titted redhead in his place.\n\n"Um... hahaha," Ranma laughs feebly, forcing a wan grin as she looks up at you. "G-good one, Eric," she adds nervously, getting to her feet and heading for the door, already mostly dry. "Nice joke, I'll just... go find some hot watERR!"\n\nHer voice rises to a squeak as you move up behind her, reaching around to grab her tits through her shirt and start kneading. Even though you're not pinning her arms or holding her too tightly, all she does is squirm around in your grip, inadvertently rubbing her ass up against you.\n\n"H-hey, Eric, c'mon," she murmurs, almost whining, then giving a soft whimper as you pinch at her nipples through the silk. "C'mon, don't, you're... you're taking this, um... this joke too far," she continues, just a tiny bit of a moan slipping out as you continue to play with the big, firm globes. She goes stiff for a moment as you undo the clasps of the shirt and pull it open, baring her tits and resuming your toying with them, fingers sinking into the firm-yielding flesh a bit every time you squeeze.\n\n"These tits are no joke, look at 'em," you murmur, more to yourself than her, hefting the big orbs on your palms and giving them a few light bounces. You give her nipples a pinch, tugging on them, Ranma giving a little whine as you pull her tits outward some. "Man, what a set of fuckin' knockers."\n\n"Eric, quit it," Ranma whines, then gives a little yelp as you slide your hands down and shove at her pants and boxers, dropping them both to the floor. You take a moment to yank her shirt back off of her arms, leaving her standing there naked and trembling in front of you as you grab her ass with one hand, squeezing it and then delivering a quick smack to watch it jiggle.\n\n"Fuck, this perfect fucking sextoy body," you murmur happily, working one of her tits with one hand and her ass with the other, continuing to give it the occasional slap and making her yelp and squeak. After a few minutes of playing with her body and leaving her asscheeks lightly pink, you shove her down to her knees, her tits jiggling with the motion. Her eyes go wide as you step around in front of her and drop your own pants, your hard cock jutting towards her face. "Open your mouth."\n\n"Eric," she whines, then gives another little squeak as you give her cheek a light slap with your hand. Trembling, she parts her lips, giving a low 'mmf' as you push your prick between them. Resting a hand on the top of her head, you give a few light thrusts, rubbing against the inside of her cheek and making it bulge out visibly, enjoying the sight of the proud, brash, insistently masculine martial artist on her knees, looking powerless as you bulge out her cheeks with your prick. "Lick it. Use your tongue," you urge, putting authority into your voice.\n\nShe shivers, then begins working her tongue against the underside of your cock as you shift to lightly thrusting directly between her lips. Eventually you put both hands on her head and push more firmly, Ranma making an audible quag as you start pushing down her throat, her hands coming up to your hips and clutching feebly but not able to muster the gumption to even push against you. You keep on pushing until you've got your cock all the way down her throat, balls resting against her chin as you smirk down at those big blue eyes rolled up to stare at you. You take your time thrusting, fucking her throat slowly, listening to her gag and quag and do nothing else to resist you, churned-up spit dribbling down her chin. \n\nEventually though you pull out, reaching down to grab her arm and haul her up, then shove her forward to bend her over the window bench, arcing that round ass up at you, pussy framed between her thighs. You resume kneading her ass, spreading it open to reveal her pucker, while Ranma squirms against the wood. "Eric, c-c'mon, enough's enough, don't... don't go too far..."\n\n"You mean, don't fuck you?" You grin and give her ass another smack. "Too bad. I'm gonna fuck your nice, tight-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-pussy."|RanPP8x2]]\n\n[["-ass."|RanPP]]

Ranma flinches a bit at the order, but seems relieved both at you agreeing and at you sliding your finger out of her. She meekly turns and steps away, hesitating like a nervous fawn and looking like she might run for it. But apparently you sapped her willpower too much for that, and she sinks down onto her knees and then forward onto her hands, her tits swaying beneath her for a moment and then wobbling just a bit more as she looks back over her shoulder at you.\n\nAs she's turning your head you pop open the debug menu, pausing her in place while you scroll through the item list. Well, first you take a diversion and make your cock a little bit bigger too... gotta punish her just a bit for interrupting your intentions, right? Grinning, you find a box of condoms in the item list that are apparently 'resize to fit', spawning them into your hand before closing the menu. Ranma unfreezes, her eyes widening as she sees your dick looking bigger than it seemed before, but quickly drawn to the box as you wag it.\n\n"There's ten condoms in here," you declare breezily as you open the top and take one out, snagging the corner of the wrapper in your teeth and tearing it open. Ranma swallows hard as you pull out the bright blue condom and settle it in place on the tip of your prick, rolling it down to sheath your thick dick as you continue speaking. "And I'm gonna use 'em all."\n\n"T-ten times?!" she squeaks in dismay.\n\n"Yup! Actually, you better hope I get satisfied before I use 'em all up," you add as you settle to your knees behind her, rubbing the little bulge at the tip of the condom up and down the slit of her pussy, making her squirm again. "If I haven't decided I'm done by the time I use all ten, I may just decide to fuck you bareback anyway."\n\n"W-wait, Eric, please, wait let's GYEEEE!" Ranma squeals, tossing her head and arching her back as you abruptly grab her waist and yank her back, slamming your cock into her all at once. Almost instantly you start fucking her hard and fast, Ranma letting out little yowls and whimpers as you pound into her pussy, your hips slapping her firm-jiggly ass in a quick rhythm. "Ahhhh, no! S-stop, Eric, it's too big, anh!"\n\n"You better get used to getting fucked by my big fat cock from now on, Ranma," you sneer at her, leaning forward enough to grab those heavy swaying tits of hers, squeezing and kneading them roughly and enjoying how it makes her already piteous cries all the louder. "Besides, you know you love it."\n\n"I don't, I don't, please stop, I don't," she begs, even though her voice is very gradually starting to get breathier and her skin's starting to heat.\n\n'Wonder if she's actually gonna cum from this? ... Eh, who cares,' you think smugly, squeezing her tits again and giving her a little bite on the shoulder to make her yip, adding in an especially hard thrust as you do. Besides, even if she does start liking it, you figure you'll have to fuck her... at leeeeast five times before she gets used to how much you're stretching her, right? After all, you did make yourself pretty big!\n\nOf course you also took the edge off by fucking her throat first, so you're able to pound her a good, long time before you finally shove in nice and deep, moaning as you cum, Ranma letting out a pitiful whimper as she realizes what you're doing. After a moment you straighten up and pull out of her, noticing that her pussy <i>has</i> gotten a little wet, and is definitely spread open and gaping just a bit from your size. You pull off the rather heavily full condom (gotta love those hentai-size loads, eh?) and tie the end closed, then smirk and flop it onto Ranma's back so she can feel it hot and slick on her skin. Snickering at how she squirms under it, you snag another condom, this time a green one, and sheath up again, this time sliding into her a bit more slowly, grabbing her pigtail with one hand and her hip with the other, making her whimper and squirm as you push your full length back into her already well-fucked pussy.\n\nYou take a little while this time, making sure to give her ass plenty of slaps and yank on her pigtail, making her yelp and whimper and moan repeatedly. Eventually you once again shove in nice and deep, letting her feel the condom swell inside her as she whines and wiggles her hips a bit mindlessly. This time after you've tied the condom off, you toss it and the first one on the floor in front of her so she can see them, before you order her, "On your back now and spread your legs, slut."\n\nBy now it looks like you've fucked any meager amount of resistance out of her, and the formerly brash and hotheaded martial artist meekly rolls over onto her back, tits settling as she spreads her legs apart for you to show off her well-fucked pussy, her face turned aside in shame. Still, this time you get to see her moan as you push your now purple-sheathed prick into her, and see her bite her lip as you start thrusting. "Yeah, you like that cock, don't you, slut?" you say smugly.\n\n"N-no," Ranma protests, giving her head a quick shake, the word trembling almost as much as her tits wobbling atop her chest. Then she yelps as you give one of her boobs a good firm smack. "Y-yes!" she either admits, or just says because it's clear that's what you want.\n\n"Go on, say it," you order her as you grip her slim waist and start fucking into her harder again.\n\n"I, I l-like ANH!" she yelps as you smack one of her tits again. "I <i>love</i> your cock! I love your cock, it feels good!"\n\nSoon she's actually moaning and writhing in humiliation and obvious pleasure, the filled purple condom and another blue one laying flopped across her tits, fully in her view as they shake and smear her own arousal across her skin. "Some man among men you turned out to be," you say with a snicker, rubbing your hands up and down her belly before dropping the filled pink condom in your hand onto it. You move around to the side of her head, rubbing your cock across her face, and this time she doesn't even put up a token protest, just obediently opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, even suckling like a good girl as you push the head into her mouth. After a minute though you give one of her tits a slap again, enjoying the "MMF!" she gives around you before you say, "Alright, doggy style again, you little bitch in heat."\n\nOnce she's on all fours, you take a moment to use the item spawner to make a simple thin chain necklace, tying the used condoms to it and then draping the necklace over her head, so that she'll see the cum-filled markers of how many times she's been fucked every time she looks down, and feel them moving on her neck and slapping against her tits even if she doesn't. One by one you add to it as you fuck her from behind, her ass jiggling and tits swaying, the gentle <i>smek</i> of the filled condoms against her boobs matching the slap of your hips on her butt. As you tie the latest one to the necklace, you prompt her, "So how many is that, slut?"\n\nRanma swallows loudly again as she glances down at her vulgar new piece of jewelry. "N-nine."\n\n"That's right! That means this is the last one," you remind her as you slide another blue condom over your enlarged cock. "If I'm not satisfied with this one, I'm gonna fuck you again bareback and knock you up."\n\n"No, please," she whines, although nowhere near as emphatically as before.\n\n"Well I'm leaving it all up to you this time, so you better do a good job, if you want me to be satisfied with this one," you inform her, smirking.\n\nRanma glances back at you in confusion, but after a moment of you not putting it in seems to realize what you mean. Biting her lower lip again, she reaches back, fingers trembling a little as she actually guides your cock into place at her pussy herself. She waits a second after that, but once she realizes you're not going to move at all, she starts rocking back and forth, a tiny, hesitant amount at first, but after a few moments her desperation starts to build and she starts fucking herself back onto you faster and harder, actually making herself gasp and whimper now as she does all the work.\n\n"Mmm, not baaad, but not sure if it'll really <i>satisfy</i> me," you prompt despite your pleasure, both at the feel of her pussy actually squeezing more energetically around you this time and at getting her to be the active one.\n\nRanma shudders at that, then lets out a rather theatrical, melodramatic moan. "O-oh, your cock is so big, I, I love your cock!" she declares, obviously forcing herself... and yet her pussy flutters around you as she says it. (Maybe the humiliation itself is starting to get her off now.) "Your, your cock's so, so big, it's so big, and I love getting... I love getting fucked!" She starts shaking her hips as she fucks herself back against you, obviously doing her best to act like a whore as she pounds her ass back against your hips harder and harder, her pussy squelching audibly now around your blue latex-clad pole. "I'm... I'm a bitch in heat for your cock!"\n\nShe's not the most imaginative dirty-talker, but the very fact that you've brought her to that point of doing her best to sound like a turned-on slut is plenty. You grin down at her, giving your hips the very slightest of rolls to work your prick around inside her, hearing her gasp in authentic pleasure this time. In fact you're almost entirely certain that the loud, surprised-sounding moan she gives towards the end, that coincides with her pussy squeezing tightly around you, is her <i>actually</i> cumming, the thought of which pushes you over the edge as well, filling the last condom inside of her.\n\nOnce Ranma's stopped after you've pulled out, and you've enjoyed the view of her sweaty and exhausted, and the sight of the heavily full reservoir of the condom handing from the tip of your cock, you pull it off and tie it up as well. "And that's ten," you declare.\n\n"P-... please say you're satisfied," Ranma pants pleadingly, looking over her shoulder at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["For now!"|RanPP]]\n\n[["Nah."|RanPP]]

"N-no, please!" she whimpers, trembling all over.\n\n"Nah, my mind's already made up," you declare, admittedly enjoying her spineless pleading almost as much as the sight of her sexbomb body. You stroke two fingers up and down along her pussy, making her gasp loudly and then let out another little whimper of denial. "Clearly the whole point of you having this curse is so that you'd have this nice pink pussy for me to fuck."\n\n"Eric, no, I'm a guuuy," she whines, then lets out a yelp as you actually push a finger into her, wiggling it around. Clearly seeing you're not going to be deterred, she clearly gets desperate and blurts, "At least use a condom!"\n\n"Oh?" You smirk, giving her ass another smack and making her jump a bit against the window ledge. "Now the big tough guy is asking me to wear a condom while I fuck her pussy, huh?" \n\n"J-just... if you gotta do it, d-don't knock me up," she pleads, making noises low in her throat and shifting her hips around as you continue wiggling your fingers around inside her lightly damp pussy. "Please?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Fiiine. On all fours."|RanPP8x3]]\n\n[["You'll have to earn it."|RanPP]]\n\n[["Nah, I'm gonna knock you up."|RanPP]]

Well, why not try playing the actual main character? You seem to recall he has girls throwing themselves at him constantly, just the sort of thing to take advantage of in a porn game. You tap the name, then blink as the list disappears, replaced by two headshots, one of a handsome black-haired guy and one of a cute redheaded girl (albeit both look rather similar).\n\nOh, right, the whole gender-swap-in-water thing. It must be asking you if you want to start out as a guy or a girl. Maybe it even has different starting points for each? Well, on the one hand, you certainly never asked to be a girl and would like to get back to being a guy... on the other hand, you've already been changed into a girl, you could stick with it awhile and see how it works out. Besides, even if you pick that one, maleness is just some hot water away right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Male start.|MRanXStart]]\n\n[[Female start.|FRanXStart]]

"C-cum on me," you gasp out, not sure if it's better sense or lust talking, but apparently both agree that's the best idea. "All over me, I want it on me, please, please!"\n\nGrowling eagerly, Wolf lifts up, making you cry out as that pushes his knot <i>almost</i> to the point of popping inside. Then he lays your shoulders on the floor and shifts your legs up to rest along his chest, pumping into you at an angle, making you shriek and yowl in pleasure. He works you to several body-shaking orgasms, sending pleasure pulsing through your body like plasma through EPS manifolds, before finally pulling out and lowering you a bit, his cock thrusting across the cleft of your pussy several times before he starts to cum.\n\nThe first jet of it actually hits your face, splattering across it like you'd just been cum on by five normal men at once. You gasp and shudder as he just keeps going, more cum gushing from his immense prick as he empties those big fuzzy balls onto you. Your pert little tits are soon coated completely, as is your belly, thick white alien seed pooling in your bellybutton. He pulls back some, spurting more of it onto your slightly gaping, fuck-reddened pussy. Eventually, from hairline to hips, you look like you've been sugar-glazed by a baker with an overly heavy hand.\n\nWolf pants, tongue lolling out, as you lay shuddering and twitching in front of him. As both of you calm down, you pick out what you think is an ashamed expression on that canine face. "Commander, forgive me."\n\n"Uh..." It takes you a few moments to gather your wits enough to remember how words work. While you are, you sit up and wipe your face off a bit, mostly just smearing the cum off to the sides, leaving your skin still glistening and dripping with it. "I mean... I initiated it. Nothing to forgive."\n\n"But I... I treated you like an object. I used you... as if you were no more than some recreational hologram to get my satisfaction," he mutters, looking down at the floor. "It was dishonorable."\n\n"Hey, I got my satisfaction more than a few times too," you reply, at a bit of a loss how to handle this. You try to figure out what to say to move forward...\n\n<hr>\n[[It's nice as an occasional thing.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You'd be his object anytime.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Hell with it. You jam your hands into the waistband of your pants and anything under them and shove down, quickly skinning out of them, pausing while bent over to yank off your boots and discard them along with your pants. You similarly skin out of your uniform top, the plain sports-style bra under it popping up over your perky little tits before you yank it off as well. You hurry across the room, stopping in front of Wolf and bending forward, pushing his hand away.\n\nHis eyes open in surprise at his hand pushing away, and open even wider as he sees you sliding his cock into your mouth. You've never even touched another guy's cock before, but you find yourself hungrily sliding your lips along the glistening red of his canine-like dick, tongue slurping against the tip to collect that leaking pre. His growl-like moans grow louder as you start working your head up and down, taking in more and more of it, one hand resting against his hip for balance, the other tucked between your own legs to frantically rub and stroke your sodden pussy.\n\nYou gag a little as his cock hits the back of your throat, but you're so turned-on that you can't help yourself, you just keep going. Everything's turning you on at this point... how doglike his dick is, the way it tastes, the way it feels pushing down your throat, the slight ache of your jaw from it having to open so wide. The spearlike prick of your alien crewmate slides deeper and deeper down your throat, the quagging noises you make getting louder and lewder, your head bobbing up and down eagerly, churned-up spit dripping off his throbbing cock in your wake. Star Trexxx indeed!\n\nAfter a few minutes one of the wolflike alien's big hands grips the back of your head, but rather than force you further down, he pulls you off. He leans down and grabs your waist, lifting you up as he drops back into a large chair with a hole in the back for his tail. With little gentleness, he yanks you onto his lap, cock spearing into your pussy and making you howl in pleasure and relief at finally, <i>finally</i> getting a nice huge dick in your sopping fuck-hole. Any second thoughts or better sense has completely vacated the starship by now, your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling up in your head with sheer pleasure.\n\nHis big hands grab and fondle your firm, toned little ass, before he grips hard and begins working you up and down, as if you weighed nothing. You bounce atop him, used in his eagerness as if you were nothing more than a replicated masturbation sleeve, and loving every moment of it. You grab hold of his forearms for balance, but otherwise just let him work you on that massive spear of a dog dick as he pleases, your perky tits jiggling energetically, your entire body glistening with a sheen of sweat, the whole room filled with the smell of bestial desire and senseless fucking.\n\nSoon he starts yanking you down in hard, fast strokes with long pauses between them. You can feel the swell of his knot pressing against your already thoroughly stretched entrance, and every time it feels a little bigger. He grinds you against it, his tongue lolling out as he pants, making you mewl as your clit rubs on the huge bulge. Something like reason briefly enters his eyes, and he looks towards you, apparently trying to control himself at least this much even in the heat of the moment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him to cum outside.|TrekF3x3]]\n\n[[Take the knot.|TrekF4x1]]

Not entirely sure why, other than the fact that you can't help but be fascinated by such a massive predatory creature, you step over to his door and hit the button to open it, stepping inside his quarters.\n\nWolf apparently doesn't notice the sound of the door opening, nor of you stepping inside. He's standing roughly in the middle of the living area, the shredded remnants of his uniform scattered around the room, apparently having literally ripped it off in his haste. The massive bestial-seeming alien is over seven feet tall, the powerful muscle obvious even beneath the layers of grey and white fur on his body. His eyes are closed and his teeth bared, a low growl thrumming in his chest as he strokes his erect cock.\n\nAnd what a cock. Clearly much more on the canine side than the human, it's a massive, glistening thing, red covered in blue veins, the shaft tapering to a pointed tip, a thick bulge close to the base of it... the whole thing's probably at least as long and thick as your forearm. A ring of fur surrounds the base of it behind the knot... some sort of sheath?... and below that dangles a furry grey sack, holding a pair of balls each the size of your fist. You're shocked he can look normal in pants even without a raging hardon!\n\nThere's something almost hypnotic about his cock, especially the way his big hand is stroking it, and you can't quite take your eyes off of it. You watch as pre starts flowing from the tip, dribbling down the front of his cock to the point on the tip, to drip and be flung out onto the carpet. There's a heady, thick musk smell in the room that feels like a physical thing entering your nose and sliding down into your lungs... almost as much as whatever the RubBorg were using, it's revving your engines, sending your already aroused pussy into overdrive, dampening it until in moments you've soaked through both your panties and the crotch of your uniform pants.\n\nIf you stay here one moment longer, you're going to go over there and have Wolf fuck your brains out, despite the fact that a few hours ago you were a completely straight male.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|TrekF3x2]]\n\n[[Leave.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

You're curious to see what happens when Miss Lancer leaves. You head out the front gates, and snag one of the cabs that's pretty much always waiting for students too rich or too lazy or some combination thereof to walk home. Since, y'know, you are kind of rich now, you tell the cabbie, "I'll give you a huge tip if you wait and follow someone for me."\n\n"Cheers," he answers brightly.\n\nSoon after you see Miss Lancer's car emerge from the faculty parking lot, and direct the cabbie to follow. After a few minutes, it becomes pretty obvious that she's headed-\n\n<hr>\n[[-home.|RunFF25x2]]\n\n[[-downtown.|RunFF]]

... Well, hell, if they're gonna try to fuck you over, may as well go with the blatantly ominous option from the start. Taking a deep breath, you walk forward and into the unlit hallway.\n\nOnce you're inside you find that 'unlit' is both... true and not somehow. There's definitely some form of lighting, it's just... weird. You can see yourself if you look down, in a sort of reverse of how things would normally be, faint highlights of light along where there would normally be shadow, and you have a general sense of where the walls are. 'These guys use their technological advantage for the weirdest shit,' you think of your captors as you walk along... then suddenly yelp and jump as something jabs you in the hand in the darkness.\n\nYou look around for it but see nothing. Lifting up your hand to see if you can tell if there's a mark, you're surprised when a red holographic number appears above it when lifted: '10'. Another weird number assigned to you? Sighing, you continue on, until you find yourself emerging into a somewhat better-lit room... at least as well lit as a moonless dark night, complete with numerous tiny points of light above. It reminds you a lot of a planetarium, especially considering the tiered seats in a half-ring facing the center. You can see other naked females sitting in them... more than had left the room before you, and some that are less human, so this room must also get people from other areas. Shrugging, you find a seat and settle in. Not long after, a familiar face turns up.\n\n"Hey," the black-haired, tattooed woman grunts as she flops into a seat beside you, breasts jiggling. "You picked this one too, huh?"\n\n"Yeah. I expected more... I dunno, labyrinth-y stuff," you admit, glancing back towards the doorway where you came in.\n\n"And th' fuck is with this?" she holds up her hand towards you... then makes a face at your blank look. "You can't see it?"\n\n"... Oh!" Blinking, you hold up your own hand. "Can you see mine?"\n\n"Nah. What's it say?"\n\n"Ten."\n\n"Yeah, me too. The fuck's that mean, ten? Whatsertits said that we'd be doing this for a certain amounta time to earn our freedom, so what's ten? Days, months, years?"\n\nYou shrug and shake your head, and after a moment she settles into her chair to sulk. You watch as gradually more people filter in from several other doorways... including several men, you notice, though those all have some sort of white sheath covering their genitals sort of like the woman in the initial room had over her crotch. The seats are probably 3/4 full when there's the snap of a light turning on, illuminating a circle in the area ahead of the seats. A woman with deep tan skin, almost metallic silver hair, and cat ears atop her head steps forward into the light. She's certainly the most dressed non-Raptarran you've seen since you've been captured, though that's still not saying much. She's wearing a sort of square-shouldered jacket with four little silver circles on the sides and fronts of the shoulders, though it leaves her breasts completely bare, a strap going beneath them indicating the end of the garment. High on her waist is a black strap of a belt, from which hangs a single square flap of cloth hanging down in front and covering her crotch. She's also got on fingerless gloves and a pair of nearly hip-height boots, though they look as thin as a sheet of black plastic and almost as shiny.\n\n"Hello, everyone," she says in an actually chipper tone, tucking her hands behind her back and jutting out her bare tits. "And welcome to the Exploratory Corps: Slave Division! You are here either because of your desire to join the Corps, or because you have earned the chance to have a pathway to freedom! Those of you who are looking for freedom," she continues, with the softest little huff of implied 'and I don't know why you would'. "Will notice that you have been fitted with a tracking device that displays a number. To get it out of the way, this is the number of interesting discoveries you must contribute to making before you earn freedom."\n\nShe just stands there grinning for a moment, apparently letting that sink in, before she continues. "You see, the job of the Slave Division is to explore, map, and chart the Dark Expanse. It's a region of space where the stars are naturally dim, spaced far apart, and not positioned for good visibility from afar. This makes it difficult to autonavigate, and more importantly to our masters, it makes it <i>boring</i> to explore. That is why it is our job to do it for them... to venture out, find points of interest, tell our masters where they are, and if necessary carry out any orders they send back regarding the discovery."\n\nAs she speaks, a handful of holograms of planets and small solar systems pop up above her head, further making the place feel like a planetarium... but that's apparently all the showmanship anyone cared to do, since they fade as she continues. "Now, obviously, just happening to be around when a discovery is made doesn't count as contributing to that discovery. So, to those of you who are trying to earn your freedom, or to those of you trying to earn discovery points for other reasons, there are three paths to doing so. Scout ships earn points the fastest, Escorts the next fastest, and Cruisers the slowest. So I suppose if you're one of those that hates serving our Raptarran masters and wants free as soon as you can, you'll want to volunteer for the Scouts now.\n\n"But!" she adds with a smirk as several people are already starting to rise. "You should know that Scout ships are single occupancy. You'll be all alone out there. While they're the fastest ships, allowing them to go further and thus be more likely to make more discoveries... and, of course, since you're alone you're almost certain to get sole credit for that discovery... they're also the most lightly-armed. Your personal armory will also be highly limited. The number of Scouts who live through making their first discovery is... well, the numbers aren't very promising, let's put it that way. But! Don't let me deter you!" she adds with a smug lilt that says she knows she's already deterred a lot of people. "Scouts are, after all, an important part of the Slave Corps, and I'm sure many of you are eager for your freedom! So, if you'd like to become a Scout, please step forward right now and we'll get you right to your ships!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|CyDark2x1]]\n\n[[Stay seated.|CyDark1x1]]

"I probably better get going," you say after a few moments' thought. "I mean, I'm really grateful for the offer, and, um, everything... but it's not like I can stay here forever, right?"\n\n"Well, I suppose not," Elly says a bit sadly, despite her molded smile not wavering. "Oh well! But I'll at least show you out once you're dressed."\n\nNodding and giving her a smile, you try not to act bashful as you drop the towel and walk over to the chair, cock swinginging free. She did just literally fuck you to exhaustion, why be embarrassed about her seeing you naked?\n\nOf course, you fairly quickly discover a problem as you try to pull up your underwear... that being, your cock just won't fit. You squirm uncomfortably as you try to get them up, but they're pretty much full with just part of your shaft pressed into them, let alone trying to get them up high enough to cover your balls. You finally drop them and stare at your oversized dick, wondering what you'll do with this thing... not just immediately, you're starting to wonder if it will be like this forever.\n\n"Oh dear, I hadn't quite thought about that. Oh, here." Elly moves over to the dresser and pulls a drawer open, rummaging around for a moment, then coming up with a pink thong, a red heart on the front of it. She walks over, the panties looking like little more than a scrap of cloth held in her large fingers. "These should help. They're specially made for, hm, a slimming effect. They may also have a few minor side effects, but I don't think it's anything too bad. But they'll definitely let you move around a lot easier and fit into your clothes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the panties.|EllyElephant2x4]]\n\n[[No way!|EllyElephant3x1]]

If you get the gist of the setting right, a slight bump up in your charisma will make little difference normally, but allow you to completely dominate others when you actually exert your personality over them. That sounds interesting, let's give it a shot! Tapping the option, you blink as you feel a shift in your pants, and experience the distinctly pleasurably sensation of your cock getting several inches longer. \n\nYou look up and see that Tifa's still bent over the table cleaning, apparently having somewhat dismissed you from her thoughts after you didn't answer. So you walk on over behind her, appreciating the little flash of white as she leans forward to reach part of the table, then move up directly behind her, pressing your crotch up against her ass and leaning forward over her body, reaching around to grab her tits and squeeze them through the thin white cotton.\n\n"E-Eric!" she gasps, letting go of the rag and bracing her hands on the table. Her body tenses as if she were going to attack or try to throw you off, but then instead she gives a little bit of a tremble, as if she couldn't quite muster the confidence or will to do so. \n\n'Interesting effect,' you muse to yourself as you give her tits a squeeze, grinding your crotch in against the leather miniskirt clinging to her ass. You give her tits a slow, but rather rough knead, and again instead of fighting you off she trembles slightly... but also gives a low moan, and you can feel her nipples stiffening against your palms.\n\n"Eric, stop," she pleads, a little bit of a whimper in her voice. "What are you doing...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's fuck."|FF7X]]\n\n[["I'm raping you.|FF7X1x2]]\n\n[["Just testing something."|FF7X]]

"Hm, alright," you say after a moment, starting to slowly stroke your finger in and out of her ass again, making her squirm some more. "On a few conditions."\n\n"Okay," she whines, the strong-willed martial artist's hips twitching as you toy with her asshole.\n\n"First off, I want to hear you say it." Before she can ask what, you clarify, "Say 'Please, Eric, take me upstairs and rape me, I want you to rape me hard.'"\n\nShe obviously fights a battle in her head, one she loses the more you twist and thrust your fingers, until finally she whimpers before saying, "Please... Eric, take me... take me upstairs and rape me." She swallows hard, finishing in almost a whisper, "I want you to rape me hard."\n\n"Good girl." You smirk and pull your fingers out of her ass, instead giving it a hard slap that makes her yelp and jolt forward against the table. "Second, when we get up there, you're going to do everything I tell you to. If you tell me 'no' or try to resist, I'll drag you out into the street and fuck you there, then give everyone else who's passing by a turn too. Say 'Yes sir, I promise'."\n\nShe shivers hard, biting her lower lip and looking over her shoulder at you, before whispering, "Yes sir, I promise."\n\n"Alright. Lastly, stand up and strip down. You won't need clothes for the foreseeable future, may as well get rid of them now."\n\nTifa immediately opens her mouth as if to protest... then seems to realize that would probably count for making you take her to the street. She trembles a little as she stands up, then slips her suspenders off of her shoulders before pulling her already disarrayed top off, tits wobbling and swaying with her movements. She then undoes her skirt, pushing it and her disheveled panties down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She bends over, naked body on display, tits shaking beneath her as she undoes her boots and pushes out of them and her socks, finally standing up naked, shaking lightly in front of you in the middle of her bar.\n\n"Go put your panties on the outside doorknob," you order cheerfully. "That should be a nice little 'do not disturb' sign, don't you think?"\n\nShe bites her lower lip, but bends over and collects the white cotton garment, padding naked and obviously a little fearful to the door. She hesitates as she reaches out to the knob, then pulls it open, briefly flashing her bare body to the street outside before she tucks her panties onto the doorknob and closes it again.\n\n"Good pet. Okay, let's go upstairs." You gesture her to the stairs, watching her tits and ass jiggle as she moves to walk up ahead of you, smacking her butt as she passes and making her give a delightful little jump. You follow her up with her bare ass in your face, directing her to her own bedroom. You take a moment to divest yourself of your own outfit, before settling onto the edge of the bed, your long, thick cock jutting up from your lap. "Hm. Alright, pet," you say to the still lightly trembling Tifa. "Now I want you to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-get on your knees and open your mouth."|FF7X]]\n\n[["-bend over the bed and spread your ass."|FF7X]]\n\n[["-lay across my lap."|FF7X]]

"Mm, seeing you showing yourself off like that made me decide to rape you," you murmur lowly, pausing just long enough to yank her shirt up and let her tits tumble free, then grabbing them both and kneading them even more firmly, making her cry out as your fingers sink into the yielding flesh a bit. "You were basically just begging for a cock in your cunt, so I'm gonna give it to you."\n\n"Eric, I wasn't, stop it," she replies, but there's the thread of a moan in her voice that robs it of being convincing. You smirk as you straighten up, taking your hands off her tits and instead hooking a thumb under her skirt, hauling it up and over her ass, then yanking her panties down about halfway over the curve of it. "W-wait!" she begs as you slip two fingers briefly into your mouth, then she cries out again as you push those two fingers into her ass. She bucks and squirms her hips as you slowly work your fingers in and out, more focused on letting her feel you inside her, violating her, than anything else.\n\n"I can see your pussy getting wet," you note smugly, since you can indeed see the white fabric hugging her cunt starting to grow damp, clinging to her folds. "So it's no use trying to deny it. After all with a body like you've got, you must have been really dying to get bent over and treated like a cocksleeve for awhile now, huh?"\n\n"N-no," she groans, then gasps and lifts her hips higher as you curl your fingers inside her ass.\n\n"Don't worry, slut, I'm definitely gonna give that pussy a good, hard fucking."\n\n"W-..." She swallows hard. "Wait, if... if you are, can't we at least... g-go upstairs? To my bedroom, instead of... right in the middle of everything?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, okay.|FF7X1x3]]\n\n[[No.|FF7X6x1]]

"I was mostly just curious," you assure her, then blush as she giggles, apparently not entirely fooled. Instead she wraps one big, gloved hand around the lower part of your cock and starts stroking it, her other returning to toying with your oversized balls. You moan loudly, and are unable to resist the urge to bring your own hands up to start stroking and pumping the upper half of your cock, since there's plenty of it left even with what Elly's tending to. The spongy, slightly damp head of your prick wobbles around just above your chin, the occasional stroke from one or both of you enough to bump it against your lower lip. Giving into temptation, you slide your mouth over the tip of your own cock, moaning as you suck and lick at it, swirling your tongue around it and tease at the hole.\n\n"Oooo, aren't you an adorably kinky thing?" Elly chirps, and all you can do is moan in agreement around your cocktip. "Guess there's no reason not to pull out the playthings, then!" You wonder what she means, especially as she pulls her hand away from stroking your shaft, but you're too busy stroking and sucking yourself to really care at the moment. Then you hear a low buzzing noise and feel her lift your balls up, right before she starts sliding the long, smooth plastic vibrator up your ass. Your hips jerk and you give an 'mmf!' as a dribble of precum that's almost as much as most guys' full loads fills your mouth. You swallow it, of course, since otherwise you'd have to stop sucking, and it just feels <i>way</i> too good to do that.\n\nElly slides inch after inch of the cool, buzzing plastic up your previously virgin butt. Once she's got about ten inches inside you, she starts pumping it, slowly at first, moving only an inch or two in and out. But soon she's really fucking you with it, pumping at least half of the toy in and out of your ass with each stroke, the thick layer of lube making audible squelching noises that mingle with the buzzing. Your eyes roll up in your head just a bit as you start stroking your oversized prick faster, actually trying to stuff more of your cockhead into your mouth. But soon the intense sensations are too much, and your baseball bat-sized pecker throbs and shudders as it fires the first blast of your load into your mouth. It's almost forced down your throat, leaving you with no choice but to swallow, the second shot filling your mouth even as you're gulping down the first. Yanking your head back, you gasp as your cock continues firing, splattering thick gushes of white cream all over the wall and headboard. Elly stuffs the vibe up your ass nice and deep before grabbing your cock with both hands and pumping it, wringing more and more thick jizz out of you. Once the shots taper off even a little, it's still plenty to coat your face with your own seed as if you'd been bukkake'd on by a group of other guys.\n\nCoughing and blurbling, you lay on the bed twitching, your hair matted down with jizz, your face covered as if you were a glazed donut. Elly giggles again, snagging a towel off the bedside table and wiping your face off a bit, at least enough that you can open your eyes. "My my, you're quite the naughty thing. Sucking your own cock and cumming from a vibrator up your cute little butt." Sliding said vibrator out, she switches it off. "If you like it that much, I could always help you [[suck more of your own cock|EllyElephantPlaceholder]]. Or you could finally [[just fuck me|EllyElephant2x2]]."

Psh, there isn't even anybody here to hear you say it! Besides, even if someone's listening, probably the only difference is that if you read the name, the mummy jumps out of the sarcophogus to try and scare you, as opposed to waiting until the sarcophogus is open to jump and try to scare you. Whoopty-do.\n\nYou grab the edge of the lid and yank. Though it's surprisingly heavy, they do at least seem to have put hinges on it instead of just making it a big slab like the real things. It slowly swings open, revealing the inside of it to the torchlight.\n\nYour eyes open wide as you see the contents. It's definitely not a lame paper mache body wrapped in TP. Instead it's a fairly tall, and -extremely- well-endowed brown-skinned woman, her hair matching the style of the carvings, even the little dot of her beauty mark in the right place. Rather than being wrapped head-to-toe, she's instead got a handful of wrappings around her chest, slightly squishing her breasts together and just barely keeping her nipples covered. Another set of wrappings goes around her hips, forming an almost sort of skirt... or maybe just a really wide belt, but either way it just barely covers the essentials. You look her up and down, stunned that a park employee would look like that, but moreover that she'd consent to <i>dress</i> like that for the sake of an attraction.\n\nBut wait... is it really a park employee? She doesn't seem to be breathing, now that you look more closely. You reach out and poke her cheek... nothing. Emboldened, you try placing your hands on those barely-covered big brown boobs and giving them a squeeze. Though her skin feels real enough, and the firm-soft flesh yields under your fingers like the real thing (well, you assume), they're cool to the touch and there's not so much as a twitch of reaction from her. Hunh... maybe it's one of those "realdolls"? You always heard that those looked super creepy and a little less than real, though, but maybe Worldland can afford to spend a little more money or something.\n\nDoing a quick check around to make sure you're still by yourself, you tug the wrappings around her chest down. The massive breasts even jiggle and wobble as they're freed from the tightness, the loosened bandages falling to the floor at the bottom of the sarcophogus. You stare at the large, dark nipples, reaching out to run your fingers over the thick, stiff nubs at the end. Your cock has hardened to roughly the consistency of a steel pole in your jeans as you start kneading and squeezing the mummy's immense tits, your fingers practically sinking into them deep enough to disappear. Doing a much shorter and more perfunctory check, you even lean in to work your tongue over one puffy nipple, sucking it into your mouth. There's no rubbery or plastic taste, just the feel of a tit on your tongue! Amazing!\n\nNo longer caring if anyone's watching or might walk in on you, you wrap your arms around the mummy's middle and wrestle her out of the sarcophogus, trying to thump her down to the ground as gently as possible so that it doesn't break. (More worried that it losing its head would harsh your hardon than anything else, at the moment.) You yank and tear at the bandages around her hips until you can get them out of the way, too excited to even be amused by the short, dark fuzz shaved into the shape of an ankh. You wrestle with the front of your jeans, taking a moment to toss off your shirts when you find them getting in the way. Then you fumble out your stiff prick, pausing only to spit on your hand and rub it across your shaft before you shove it into the pussy of the unmoving "doll".\n\nYou groan as you sheath yourself inside her. It feels so good! Even if she is motionless and room temperature! You begin pumping your hips with abandon, propping yourself up with your hands so that you can watch the jiggle and wobble of those huge brown tits. But after a few moments you give in to temptation and flop down, burying your head between them and rubbing them around, feeling their motion against your cheeks. Man, even if you get caught and booted out now, this is totally worth it! Still, between your level of excitement and your knowledge that someone <i>could</i> walk in any time, you don't bother to hold back long. You soon bury your cock deep into the unresponsive pussy and blow your load, your whole body shuddering as you lay atop the beautiful prop.\n\nStill, you know you've definitely got one more in you. Doing a quick glance around and finding no horrified guests or angry security guards, you quickly pull out of the mummy and wriggle the rest of the way out of your jeans. Flopping her over onto her front, you grab her hips and lift her ass into the air, until she's propped up on her knees. Spreading her full asscheeks, you find she's anatomically correct in back as well, just as you'd come to expect by now. Shifting your position and pausing for another spit-lube, you shove into her ass and start pounding away, taking the opportunity to knead and squeeze those massive buttcheeks, as well as watching those huge tits press against the stone floor with every thrust.\n\nSoon though you're losing yourself in the pleasure, closing your eyes and focusing on holding out as long as possible, determined to make this one count. In fact you're so focused on holding back that you don't notice as the silky hole you're pounding into warms up around you, gradually turning hot, even gripping against you. You don't even notice as those wide, child-bearing hips begin working back against you, and only let out an insensate moan as there's an actual squeeze of the tight hole engulfing your dick. Your eyes don't actually snap open until you hear a voice directly in front of you.\n\n"Well you may not be big, dear, but I can't fault your boldness!"\n\nYou stare down at the mummy, who's now propped up partly on her hands and looking back over her shoulder at you, a smirk on her lips. Her eyes are open and very much full of life, amused and mocking at the same time. Before you can so much as yelp, she shoves herself backwards, knocking you onto your back and seating that big round ass right on your hips. Without rising she turns around, and you give a little yelp at the sensation that causes as her asshole moves on your cock. Now facing you, she rises onto the balls of her feet and braces her hands on her knees.\n\n"Since you've already started, let me just finish making use of you until it's time to apply my curse, hm?" Smirking, the now animated mummy begins slamming herself down on you hard, as if trying to drive you into the floor with her ass. You yelp and grab her hips, but there's nothing you can do, her strength is immense! Her tits bounce and jiggle wildly, almost ridiculously as she fucks herself on your cock, grinning wickedly the entire time. It's only a few thrusts before you're arching and shooting your load into her ass... but she doesn't even slow down, much less stop, just continuing to ride you as if she wanted to break you. The jizz you shot into her ass is soon joined by a second load, and even a third... it's like you can't stop or get soft now that she's on you, helpless as she rides you for all you're worth. Your spunk is churned inside her, spurting and oozing out as she plunges onto your cock again and again.\n\nFinally you're left exhausted, almost powerless to move as she apparently finishes with you, rising to stand and walking a few steps away. She slaps her ass a few times with both hands, causing some of your cum to spatter, more of it leaking down across her thick thighs. "Hm, not bad. You've got a youth of spirit that could definitely keep me entertained, even if your body isn't up to my usual standards." She turns back to you and gestures with a hand, and you find yourself pulled to your feet like a marionette on strings, drawn upright with your arms dangling limply at your sides. "Still, either way I have to curse you, since you released me without reading my name, even without the impudence of using my body as you liked. But I suppose <i>how</i> I curse you is still up to me. So what will it be, boy... will you at least apologize?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Grovel and plead for forgiveness.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Apologize, but try to keep your dignity.|HHHMummy1x4]]\n\n[[Slightly apologetic, but flatter her.|HHHMummyplaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse. There's no way you could have known, she wasn't even breathing!|HHHMummyplaceholder]]

Rich people have tons of valuable stuff, right? And you've gotta figure that as rich as some of them are, there's still probably fewer security measures and armed guards in any given house of theirs than in a high-end museum or corporate facility. Using your new tablet with its unlimited high-speed internet (which is actually unlimited and actually high speed, thanks supervillainy), you start looking up potential targets.\n\nThe one you finally settle on is Michael Guyer... a French industrialist who married an American model and moved to Palladium City as it really started its transition into a cutting edge metropolis, to have two kids who are both about your age, a boy and a girl. Both the wife and daughter tend to wear a lot of expensive-looking jewelry so you know at the very least there's that, but there are also some rumors online that Guyer doesn't really trust banks too much, so he might be keeping a ton of money right there in the house. That settles it for you, and soon you're staking out the lavish mansion with its sprawling grounds, using the binocular function of your mask to peer in from your hiding place in various trees and get a sense of the place.\n\nIronically enough, the place is the most vulnerable when the majority of the family is home... while Guyer often hosts visitors and business associates there during the day, apparently necessitating extra guards and an active security system over every part of the house he's not in at the moment (as well as active monitoring), not long after his kids get home from school and the wife gets home from her various activities (charity work or shopping all day, depending on her mood, apparently), most of the guards are sent home and the security is lessened to make the family's movements through the house less of a hassle. By midnight, the grounds are only patrolled by a couple of dogs (hsssss!), there's no one actively watching the cameras, and security measures are down to a handful of laser tripwires, pressure plates, and door/window sensors. It's perfect!\n\nJust to maximize your potential for success, you decide to wait for a night when Guyer himself isn't home... not a long wait, he often spends the night with his not-terribly-secret mistress. (Who, just your personal opinion, is not even nearly as hot as his wife. You wonder if he just feels obligated to cheat on her, like it's a French thing or something?) Everyone's been asleep for awhile by the time you clamber over the gate in a blind spot of the sensors and go scampering silently across the darkened grounds, in a nice long empty space of the dogs' wandering around. (Hssss! Ha, stupids.) Now, in your investigations, you saw that every door and window in the house has a security hookup that will set off the alarm if it's opened at the current setting... all except one. The big, elaborate, antique doors from some French castle owned by some beheaded French aristocrat that lead from a garden atrium into the house. Apparently they were not to be 'desecrated' by attaching alarms to them, so they're just a nice, big gaping hole in the external security for you to penetrate right through. Heh. There are some laser tripwires and pressure points in the hallway beside, but between your mask's sensors and your feline agility, you're able to avoid them with ease.\n\nAfter that it's a simple matter of being quiet and avoiding any other similar traps as you make your way through the house. During your casing, you learned that Guyer is pretty paranoid alright... while he does have one big safe in his office where he keeps his very most valuable stuff, apparently he feels that distribution is the way to go about things... instead of keeping everything in that safe, he has a lot of little safes hidden throughout the house, each containing a few stacks of money and occasionally other valuables. Of course that just means that wherever you go in the house, you're rarely more than ten feet away from a safe to quickly hack into and empty out... heck, with this system, it might be awhile before he even notices he's been burgled, heheh! Combinations are easy enough, the mask can pick up heat signatures and trace oils to tell which numbers were hit and how often, allowing you to easily guess the codes. The more complicated digital locks require a bit of hacking, but with your superphone that's still pretty easy. When you find a few that have thumbprint scanners in addition you almost give up on them right away, until you decide to take the challenge. Hacking into the little computer on the lock determines some information it would obviously need to function... the thumbprint scan. Then you just have your smartsuit recreate the pattern on your own thumb, do your combination-guessing trick, and bam! Smirking, you dump the small bags of gems and what look like company correspondence into your backpack along with the cash and jewelry you've already got. Oh yeah, you've got a talent for this!\n\nHaving emptied out a dozen or so of the mini-safes, you stop and consider. Hm, these are good scores, but each one does take some time... maybe you ought to finish off your evening with some 'out in the open' stuff. To do that where most of the valuables are, you'll have to go into an occupied bedroom, but you're reasonably certain that you can do that without waking its occupant. Let's see, there's the [[master bedroom|Palladium7x1]], where Guyer's model wife Lianna is asleep in her luxurious bed... lots of jewelry, more cash, and probably other assorted valuables in there. Or there's his [[daughter Marie's room|PalCat]], probably also plenty of jewelry but also some high-end electronics. Or his [[son Jean's room|Palladium6x6]], not much on the jewelry but even more electronics and probably some ritzy collectibles you could sell fairly untraceably. \n\nOr... or, you could try [[Guyer's office|PalCat]]. Where the <i>big</i> safe is! That would certainly prove your chops to whoever your mysterious benefactor is, making sure they don't try to throw you away as some expendable asset when the time comes.

Soooo basically this is your supervillain origin story? Where you take all this great gear and then go around robbing people until some other, bigger supervillain shows up and goes 'Mua-ha-haaaa! Now you will break into the base of the Ultrapals and steal Mega Lord's secret weakness for me!' and you're all 'Oh noooo my debts have come home to roost!'? ... Yeah you're fine with that, that totally works for you. Even if you get screwed over with the debt later, you'd rather be a cool, rich supervillain for like six months than a homeless kid for years. "Okay, cool, I'll get outfitted then," you agree, giving Dr. Life a thumbs up, your tail settling into more content back-and-forth flicking.\n\n"Excellent. Right this way, then," Dr. Life acknowledges, beckoning you and leading you back into the hall. The room she takes you to is smaller and a bit comfier, looking more like a locker room than a testing area. Probably the benches and lockers. She presses her hand to one of the lockers and then swings the door open, removing a sleek, firm black backpack. "This contains all of your gear, as well as a tablet with instructions on how to use it. The main component, of course, being this," she continues, opening the top flap (which is actually more of a door, since it's firm and swings up), and pulling out a black choker.\n\n"... A collar? Seriously?" you mutter, your ears laying down flat.\n\n"A collar that deploys a nano-assembled smart suit," Dr. Life explains, handing to you and waiting until you've fastened it on yourself. "Just try to think of the suit going on, and it will."\n\nOoo, shiny, they're actually giving you the <i>really</i> neat stuff right out of the bag! Of course if you were thinking about the future at all you'd just realize this is no doubt going to put you waaay deeper in some villain's debt that you originally thought, but who cares, thought-activated supersuit! You do your best to think 'Suit on!', and then give a soft nyeep as you can feel a sort of ticklish, slick sensation spreading down from the collar. It's like thousands of tiny grey-rimmed black hexagons are flipping into place, incidentally shredding the thin material of the scrubs-like clothes you're wearing as they go. In a matter of seconds you're clothed neck-to-toe in the stuff, with it having formed boots at your feet and gloves over your hands. It completely outlines your trim, sleekly-muscled body... as well as making a rather obvious and round bulge at the crotch, which makes you blush. Experimentally you rub at your arm... the surface of the suit isn't quite slick and it isn't quite tacky, it's more of a firm surface sensation with a bit of squish going down. Hm.\n\n"You can remove it just as easily, though as you've seen it will tend to shred anything that's too close up against your skin when it goes on... in such a case you'll obviously be naked when you take it off. Now, the rest of your gear is, as said, in this backpack, the locker has a wallet with a bit of money and a fake ID that will adjust itself to your appearance, I wish you luck and someone will see you out once you're dressed."\n\nAnd... that's that. Wearing a T-shirt, shoes, and sneakers, you're blindfolded and dropped off on a corner to begin your new life as... the <b>Cat</b> Burglar! ... No that's awful. Catboy! ... Look you'll work on it. ... Actually that's a good point, you're standing around with your cat ears and tail out. A hasty rummage through the backpack finds an odd sort of sleeve-shaped thing that, when slid over your tail, snugs close to fit it and then effectively makes it vanish. Hm... you can still feel it, so obviously it's still there, it must just be cloaked or whatever. As for your ears... well, a five finger discount of a black knit cap from the sidewalk clearance bin of a store you pass takes care of hiding those. (You're surprised those aren't empty by the end of the day anyway, is the fact that it's so easy to steal from them what keeps people from stealing from them?) Suitably disguised as a normal teenage boy instead of the coolest teenage catboy ever, you use your new fake ID to rent a cheap hotel room and then settle down to study.\n\nThere's some pretty cool stuff in here, turns out. Most of it's built into the suit, like the fact that the hands and footsoles can become more tacky and, combined with your enhanced agility, effectively let you climb walls. It's also designed to blend you with shadows, meaning that the darker it is the closer to invisible you are. There's also a mask whose lenses can interact with your already enhanced vision to do things like display heat signatures and otherwise invisible lasers. Your new cell phone (which has a note saying never to be too far away from it, apparently that's how your and Dr. Life's mysteeeerious benefactor will get in touch with you when it's time to repay your debt) also has hacking tools in it that you can use. Man they really were waiting for the perfect catburglar to come along, huh? Little weird but whatever, it's still super cool. Really all you need is to snaz up your outfit a little, just a bodysuit and mask is a tad lame. After a bit of consideration you find a plain black leather jacket that's loose enough not to get shredded when you put the suit on but not so baggy that it will hamper you while doing thief-y stuff. Yeah, now that's some style! Okay you're good to be a villain now.\n\nHm. Okay so you're all set up to be an awesome thief or burglar or whatever, the question is... what to steal? Or rather, where to break into.\n\n<hr>\n[[A rich person's house.|Palladium6x5]]\n\n[[A museum.|Palladium8x1]]\n\n[[A company headquarters.|PalCat]]

Yeah, probably better to focus on the stuff that you can take to a pawn shop on the bad part of town and still get paid a relatively fair price for, if you're reduced to that. Your recon already identified which bedroom it is, so you sneak up the stairs and down the hall to it, carefully easing open the door and sliding in after taking a quick peek. It's about what you'd expect from a normal teenage guy's room, just a lot bigger and fancier. You can see Jean himself in the bed, flopped facedown on the pillow and not quite snoring into it, wearing a pair of pajama pants and only lightly covered by a sheet. As you go around the room dumping various high-priced looking things in your backpack, you look at the various pictures of him in ritzy vacation spots with his family, or at mostly more local resorts with his very hot girlfriend. You pick up one of said photos, looking at her all tan and blonde and perfect body, then at him, not really all that different-looking than you, and then over at the large display case full of anime girl statuettes. You pull a face, setting the picture back down face-down. 'Yeah I bet if my dad was worth a two billion dollars I could have both plastic waifus and a girlfriend too,' you think a little sourly.\n\nYou pause though as you arrive at his desk, and instead take a long look over towards the bed. ... Hm... a kind of wicked idea has begun to form... you're not entirely sure where it came from, other than maybe the thrill of power that sneaking around undetected helping yourself to all these valuables has given you, but you find yourself torn between enacting said idea, and just getting the last obvious valuable and getting out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Help yourself to Jean's laptop.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Help yourself to Jean's ass.|Palladium]]

Hey, honestly, it doesn't sound like that bad of a deal. Besides, could someone that hot really be evil? Naaah, surely it's fine! You stand up from your position and move forward, adding in a call of, "Yeah, sure, I'll come."\n\nThe woman in gold looks over, her green eyes lighting up a bit at the sight of you. Huh, that's a little bit of an ego boost. She seems even more pleased when your endorsement apparently leads to a number of the other kids coming forward, looking much less hesitant about it. While you're new, it's well-known Kelly tends to pay you a fair bit of attention, so you've got a bit of proximity influence. "Excellent, excellent," she coos, watching as the small crowd in front of her increases. "Absolutely wonderful. Why don't all of you follow me downstairs to the bus, and we'll get you taken care of?"\n\nIt is indeed a fairly large, shiny-looking bus... it looks enough like the standard city buses that it could probably pass as one, but the inside has nicer seats, and there are snacks and cans of soda set out. That certainly occupies everyone's attention and handily prevents any cold feet until long after the bus has arrived at its destination... hm, are you inside now? You think that the bus might have gone into an underground garage at some point, but admittedly you were distracted by chocolate cupcakes. The driver (one of the not-wearing-a-suit suits) pulls to a stop, opening the door, a woman in the same totally-not-a-uniform uniform directing you towards a short hallway jutting from the concrete wall. "Boys to the right, girls to the left! Boys to the right, girls to the left! Clothes go in the laundry bin, possessions you wanna keep in the small bins, shower and then pick up a shirt and pants from the stack before you proceed to the next room! Boys to the right, girls to the-"\n\nHer voice fades as you round the corner of the right hand hallway and discover a locker room type area, lined with shower cubicles. They have doors, at least, which helps to minimize the embarrassment of stripping down around at least a half dozen other guys your age. Following high school protocol of just trying to act like the other teenage boys stripping naked and walking around with their dicks out aren't even there, you peel out of your clothes and toss them in the laundry bin. You don't really have anything worth keeping, so you just head into one of the shower stalls, using the wall-mounted dispenser to lather up and clean yourself off. Snagging a towel from beside it and drying off inside the stall, you then head over to the table where there's a stack of grey scrubs-like garments, the only difference being that the tops open up in front and fasten with little clips. You seem to have taken a bit longer than the others, and are actually by yourself now as you step through the only other door in the room.\n\nYou're a little surprised that the black-haired woman in gold is waiting for you right beyond the door, standing in the hospital-like hallway looking like something off the side of an old van mural. Admittedly, up close she's way more intense... maybe even intoxicating... than seeing her from even ten feet away like before. She smells fantastic... you're not sure like what, it's not like any kind of herbal or flowery or fruity scent you can nail down, it's something weirdly heavy and sweet and yet odorless at the same time... plus man, those tits, and they're basically right at your head level! "Hello... Eric, isn't it?" she asks, eyes twinkling.\n\n"Uh... yeah, how'd you-"\n\n"We did a quick lookup while you were on the bus. Don't worry, we've no plans of 'ratting you out'. In case you didn't hear earlier, I'm Dr. Life, and this is my facility. I actually saw you when I was having that warehouse scouted earlier, and you seemed like just what I was looking for. Well... I won't bore you with a lot of details," she continues, flicking a hand in the air. "Just that you have a high probability of having certain genetic traits that are very valuable to me. Ah, my research, that is. So you're going to get a bit of VIP treatment as it were!"\n\n"Ah... yeah?" you ask, unable to help feeling a little dubious. This is starting to sound really weird.\n\n"I've already sorted most of your friends into groups, but I thought instead you might like to pick your assignment." She proffers you a tablet with a list of what are apparently her needs for... well, experiment subjects. "I'd like you to pick what sounds good to you, rather than being sorted at random or just having me choose for you."\n\nThat makes you feel a little better at least. I mean, if you get to pick where you go instead of her just strapping you to a table or whatever, it can't be all bad, can it? You accept the tablet, looking over the list.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fauna Augmentation.|Palladium6x2]]\n\n[[Behavioral Studies.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Trait Enhancement.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Assistant.|Lifebeam1x1]]

Really, what's the worst that could happen if you choose cat? You wind up looking like Emma Watson did in that one Harry Potter movie? ... Hopefully not <i>exactly</i> like that, but still, you could probably live with that. You pick up the small vial with the silhouette of a housecat on it and slide it into the injector gun until a small green light comes on. Then, as instructed, you press it to the inside of your wrist and pull the trigger.\n\nIt's true, there's no pinching or piercing or any of that, just a weird heat and sensation almost like pins and needles from a numb limb waking up. The sensation spreads but becomes less intense as it does, until it sort of fades away, and you're left standing there, wondering if anything's actually going to happen as you set the injector down and look at your hands.\n\nYou... do start to feel a bit strange all over. There's a few muscle twitches that make you really nervous. And then briefly it's like everything tenses, making you lurch forward and brace your hands on the table. Your back arches as it feels like all your muscles squeeze at once, a brief cramp-like feeling starting at the top of your head with two strange popping sensations, and passing all the way down your back, weirdly extending longer than it seems like it should as well as passing down your legs. But it passes quickly, and you slowly straighten up, feeling an odd twitching sensation... then noticing movement. You turn your head, then stare at the black feline tail flicking about.\n\nQuick check... yup, it's yours, attached in the expected place above your butt. That twitching feeling turns out to be a pair of cat ears atop your head, in addition to your normal ones. But a quick patdown shows that those are the only changes, pretty much... well, you might be a bit more firm here and there, and you maybe got some, er, enhancement in some places. Just a bit.\n\nAfter a few more seconds the door slides open and Dr. Life walks in, frowning as she consults a tablet in her hands. "Getting data back now... enhanced eyesight, hearing, sense of smell, sense of balance... muscle mass optimized for agility but with some enhancement to strength... projected significant increases to stamina and skill at stealth, some enhanced regenerative properties, likely slower aging..." She trails off, then lets out a soft sigh.\n\n"Er, what? What's wrong?" Your ears perk up, your tail lashing nervously, which is a bit distracting all on its own. "That all sounds good, right? What's the matter?"\n\n"... It's just..." She raises the tablet up, tapping a corner of it lightly against her cheek as she looks you up and down. "It's just not very <i>exciting</i>, is it?"\n\n"... Eh?" You blink at her.\n\n"I mean the cat ears and tail are very cute and certainly a bonus, and I'm guessing the reshaping of your muscles means you'll be a slender little pretty boy permanently which is also nice, but... well, it's just a very standard augment. No really strange abilities, no wild shifts... this is a perfectly adequate augmentation procedure I could use reliably and repeatedly at need." At that she lets out another soft sigh, shaking her head a little.\n\n"Sorry to... be so boring?" you reply, frowning.\n\n"You're forgiven," she says breezily, bringing the tablet back down and tapping at it. "It is still valuable data after all, even if it's a bit dull. And as you observed your abilities are very useful. You'd make a wonderful, and pardon the on-the-nose reference, cat burglar. In fact an associate of mine who's assisting with the funding for all of this has specifically said that if I create someone of your abilities, I'm to outfit them and send them out in the world to practice doing just that."\n\n"Wait, wait, outfit me?" You tilt your head, ears flicking again. "Like a costume?"\n\n"Among other things. It's a fairly high-tech suite of gear, I'm sure you'll find it highly useful in enriching yourself." Dr. Life flashes you a knowing smile. "Of course in return my associate will likely have a request of you at some point, some job or another to do. A favor in return for getting you off the ground."\n\n<hr>\n[[Works for you!|Palladium6x4]]\n\n[[That's shady as fuck, no thanks.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Aw, can't you just stay here?|PalCat]]

"Ah, what's... 'Fauna Augmentation'?" you ask, glancing up from the tablet.\n\n"It's a genetic treatment where we're attempting to blend traits of certain animals with human DNA. For the obvious reasons of enhanced senses and muscle efficiency, but we've also discovered that some genomes have quite surprising results when mixed with the human genome." She smiles at you again, reaching out to pluck the tablet from your hands. "I actually think that would be the perfect experiment for you. If it sounds interesting, why don't you go ahead and come this way?"\n\n"Uh." You hadn't actually made a decision... or at least you thought you hadn't, but she's guiding you along by a hand on your back so maybe you have. "Is it safe?"\n\n"Oh, quite, quite, no worries there. While we're still experimenting with different strains of animal, the <i>process</i> itself is quite refined. We have several species with which it's been proven to act predictably and normally, and in fact most of the staff I employ have undergone those for the various health benefits and assistance in doing their jobs. Here we go," she continues, gesturing to an open doorway. The interior is a plain white room, with a thin one way mirror on each side and a table in the center. "Ahaha, I know it might seem a little intimidating, but it's fine!" Dr. Life assures you when you give her an uncertain look. "It's just to help prevent outside contaminants, please go on inside."\n\nStill not entirely sure about this, you nevertheless pad barefoot into the room and towards the table. You give a little jump when the door slides closed behind you, but only hesitate briefly before continuing your approach. There are rows of vials in plastic holders, each of them with a small icon of an animal on the label rather than text... geez, was she expecting someone to be illiterate? (... Hunh, actually that's probably not entirely wrong, some of the teens at the warehouse had been on the street a long time.) Sitting on the center of the table in front of the holders is a small silvery injection gun.\n\n"Just load a vial in, press the barrel to your wrist, and pull the trigger," Dr. Life's voice says over a hidden intercom speaker, making you glance around. "It's needle-less, so there won't even be a 'slight pinching sensation'. Lovely, yes?"\n\nYou guess that is a bonus. You look over the racks, skimming the little silhouettes of animals. "So, er... which one do I use...?"\n\n"Any you like. All of it will be valuable data, so feel free to pick and choose. In fact, if you're feeling <i>particularly</i> adventurous, you could choose more than one! We haven't done any 'hybrid' experiments yet... but that's entirely up to you, do what you feel comfortable with."\n\nWow, so this is really 'fly by the seat of your pants' sort of science, huh? You pick up the injector gun, then look over the rows. Okay, so, you guess you'll pick...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cat.|Palladium6x3]]\n\n[[Spider.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Bull.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Bird.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Snake.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Dinosaur?!|Palladium]]\n\n[[Multiple.|Palladium]]

You approach the obviously female sarcophogus, sort of wondering how the designer managed to give it obvious tits without breaking from the style and making it look ridiculous. You've got to hand it to WorldLand's art department... they apparently know what they're doing. The face gives an impression of youth, an artfully sculpted blue gold beauty mark poking out from one side of the chin, the hair giving the impression of a pageboy style cut. The designs are pretty neat and... wow, did the designer sneak in nipples? Pretty cheeky for a family park! Maybe they figure no real youngsters would come this far into the haunted house anyway. Drawing your gaze away from that, you examine the cartouche running down the center, roughly from between the breasts along the belly.\n\n<center>[img[opalahiero]]</center>\n\nHunh. Long, whatever it says. Wonder if that's supposed to be their name? Now you're kind of curious to see inside. It's probably just some cheap paper mache body wrapped in toilet paper... but then again, maybe it'll be a bit cooler than that, considering how much effort they've already gone to. You start to reach for the lid, then notice a sign tacked to the wall nearby. 'Beware! Whosoever opens the mummy's coffin without reading aloud their name shall suffer the mummy's curse!' You pause at that, glancing at the cartouche, then over at the nearby table with the translation book.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, you'll play along.|OkanaStart]]\n\n[[Ain't nobody got time for that.|HHHMummy1x3]]

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like!" you blurt, instantly realizing it's the single stupidest thing you've ever said.\n\n"It's not?" Herschel stands there for a moment, then shrugs elaborately. "Oh, well, if it's not, nevermind!" Then he turns and flounces out of the room, courteously closing the door behind him.\n\n"I can't, like, believe that worked'n'junk," Harry says with a snort and a shake of his big head, apparently bemused by his father's cartoonish naivete.\n\nHe pulls his cock out of your ass, then immediately flips you over onto your back. You yelp a bit in surprise, but he's already lifting your legs up and pushing on them to tilt your hips, lifting your still slightly gaping ass into view. He pushes back in, and you moan as he slides fully in, this time fucking you face-to-face as if you were a girl.\n\n"Fuck this is awesome, duder," Harry groans happily as he plunges his long horsedick into your eager ass again and again, his stuffed balls thumping against your skin each time. "You are, like, the best lay ever'n'junk!"\n\nYou groan, utterly besotted by the pleasure you're feeling, not even caring that the huge mascot face looming in front of yours looks ridiculous. Since you can't exactly kiss him, you lick the black mesh of his mouth lewdly, wrapping your legs around his waist and encouraging him to fuck you for all he's worth.\n\n"You have gotta stick around, duder, we need to, like, do this every day'n'junk!" Herschel cries ecstatically as he thrusts forward and begins dumping another load of mascot jizz into your quivering, squeezing ass.\n\n"Sounds good to me," you moan out as your own cock spasms, your climax so intense that your first blast of cum splashes on your own face.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse6xEnd]]

Probably best not to touch anything, if only not to annoy him. You stand in place, fidgeting, your cock slowly hardening inside your jeans as you keep picturing yourself in various sorts of lingerie. It seems to take an eternity before the door at the top of the stairs swings open and Dr. Frankenclowner reenters. He's wearing what's apparently his idea of "evening wear"... meaning that his clown half is wearing a clown tuxedo, with battered top hat and still-askew black bow tie, while his crossdresser half is wearing snug black satin panties that hug what's obviously a very substantial package, his black garters clipped to lace-topped black see-through stockings, much higher black heels on his feet.\n\n"Ah, so good to dress <i>comfortably</i> again, my boy," Dr. Frankenclowner crows as he struts down the steps. He stops in front of you, grinning broadly as he sees you blushing again. "Well, my boy, it would be rather difficult to dress you up in finery with all your clothing still on. Best shuck it all!"\n\nYou nod slowly, feeling embarrassed but eager. You grab the bottom of both shirts and pull them off at the same time, baring your skinny teenage boy chest. "We'll have to put a little meat on your bones at some point, my boy, help you really <i>fill out</i> the garb!" Dr. Frankenclowner booms cheerfully as you toe out of your sneakers, then undo your jeans. You hesitate for a moment, then simply push your jeans and underwear down at the same time, stepping out of them as you straighten up. You rub your upper arm bashfully as you stand naked in front of him, your young cock jutting out in front of you.\n\n"You're a bit on the scrawny side, lad, but still quite beautiful! Nothing to be ashamed of!" Dr. Frankenclowner asserts with feeling, eyes raking you up and down. "Hm. Still, you won't fit into many pairs of panties with <i>that</i> raging," he adds, giving another of those delicate, almost feminine flicking points at your cock. While you squirm in embarrassment, he claps his velvet-gloved hands and calls, "MINIONS!"\n\nThe lower door of the lab swings open and a pair of figures tumble in, doing cartwheels and somersaults to land in front of you. There's one boy and one girl, looking like they're probably in their late teens. Both are painted up like clowns, but their nudity makes it clear they're painted from head to toe, white greasepaint covering their entire bodies. The girl's hair is an electric blue mohawk, her face painted up in a mix between clown and punk rock. Her nipples, pierced with silver barbells, have been painted around with large pink circles, the same way a clown's smile is enhanced... similarly the pink of her slit has been exaggerated, and little lines of blue have been painted down her inner thighs. The boy is a more standard clown with a frizzy neon green afro and traditional facepaint, his own nipples simply whited over, while his hard cock is painted with blue dribbles down the underside, the middle of the shaft ringed by an elaborate red full-circle kiss mark. \n\n"We'll just have to get you settled down before we begin. Now, I don't know your preferences, my boy, so feel free to pick whichever of my darling minions suits you best!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Girl clown.|Frankenclowner]]\n\n[[Boy clown.|Frankenclowner]]\n\n[[Both.|Frankenclowner]]

"I..." You can feel your face go brick red, and you drop your voice to almost a squeak. "I've... maybe wondered, once or twice..."\n\n"No need to be embarrassed, my boy, no need to be embarrassed! Come, come with me!" Dr. Frankenclowner puts a hand on your shoulder and begins guiding you along. "I promise you, I would never do harm to a budding enthusiast! I promise you complete discretion and absolute respect!"\n\nYour blush stays in place as he leads you through a small alleyway between two buildings and through a door marked with a little graphic and text reading "MASCOTS ONLY". There's a dingy little dressing room, and you momentarily feel fear that he's actually going to suggest you try on... well... right here, in some rundown place that any park employee could walk into. But instead he leads you up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, to a room with a clown's face and his character's name on it.\n\nYou stare as you step inside. The whole place looks like a stereotypical mad scientist's lab out of an old horror movie. There's a Jacob's Ladder, a huge slab of a tilting table, a stone staircase curving up one wall, the works. The only difference is that you can spot clown paraphernalia scattered about the room, left here and there in workspaces as if either it were part of a project or had been discarded.\n\n"I'm just going to slip into something a big more comfortable, my boy," Dr. Frankenclowner announces, sashaying his way up the curved staircase to the upper door. "Just wait right there. Oh, and do please avoid touching anything, most of my current work is a bit... unfinished."\n\nYou watch the door close after him and glance around the weird lab full of now nearly irresistibly interesting items.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait patiently.|Frankenclowner1x2]]\n\n[[Touch stuff.|Frankenclowner3x1]]

Well. He does let you stay here rent-free, after all (and to be honest you're a little worried that deciding to not be "helpful" could end that). You glance down at the obvious outline of his cock through the denim, swallowing heavily, before nodding. "I... I guess. I mean, you know I'm not, uh..."\n\n"Nah, s'cool man, not like you've gotta be." Sean grins broadly, unzipping his jeans and fishing his cock out from the folds of his boxers. It looks... really big to you. Maybe not the massive tool that the girl on the screen is still eagerly and loudly sucking on, but it's definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. "Like I said, you're just helping me out," he continues, giving the thick shaft a few light strokes.\n\nGulping again, you give another small nod and then slip off the couch, moving around in front of him since that seems the easiest way to do it. You stare at Sean's cock from close up as he rests his arms on the back of the couch and leans back, watching you expectantly. Tentatively wrapping a hand around the shaft, you give it a few slight strokes. Is it weird that it feels... hotter... than your own ever has? You keep stroking it lightly, stealing a glance up at Sean's watchful face. Realizing you're really only delaying the inevitable, you angle his cock a bit further towards yourself and slide your mouth over the head of it.\n\nIt's definitely weird just to think you've got another guy's cock in your mouth. You try sucking at it and licking at the underside of the head, just sort of getting used to the feel of it filling up your mouth and the taste of it. You make a bit of a face as you feel something slick and salty on the surface of your tongue... pre? But before you can get too focused on all that, one of Sean's hands comes to rest on the back of your head and gives you a bit of a push down. "Mmf!"\n\n"No need to get fancy, dude, it's just stress relief," Sean says mildly as he keeps up the steady pushes, relaxing after each one so you can raise back up before he presses you back down onto his cock.\n\nWith him pushing you like that to make your lips slide along his length and your tongue stroke along the underside, it's not long before his tip is pressing against the back of your throat. You gag some each time, but Sean just keeps pushing you and then you can feel his cock spreading your throat open. After that it somehow seems a lot easier to gulp and swallow it down. Sean moans and grunts eagerly above you, starting to push harder each time, so you soon find your cheeks rubbing the material of his jeans and boxers, and your lips pressed around the root of his cock.\n\nYou feel a little light-headed at the moment, amazed by the reality of what you're doing. You also notice something that the feeling of being pushed into deep-throating your friend's dick had distracted you from before... your own cock is almost painfully hard inside your jeans. You take a moment to undo the buttons and yank the zipper down just to relieve some of the pressure, but that's all you've got time for before Sean begins urging you into movement with his hand again. His cock slides in and out of your throat again and again, your own drool dribbling down along the shaft whenever you raise up. The sound of your own gagging and gulping is almost loud enough in your ears to drown out the sound of the porn still playing on the TV. Your eyes widen as Sean suddenly moans and shoves you down hard. You can feel his cock twitching and shuddering in your mouth and something hot and liquid deep in your throat, but you're swallowing reflexively by this point, and by the time you realize what's happened you've already swallowed his entire load.\n\nYou're struggling to breathe a bit by the time Sean finally removes his hand, and you yank your head up with a gasp, somewhat slimy saliva briefly connecting the tip of his cock and your lips. You cough a little as you catch your breath, bringing a hand up to wipe your mouth.\n\n"Ah, man, fuck, that wasn't half bad." Sean grins broadly, looking down at you and then at the screen. You glance over your shoulder, seeing that the porn has moved on to the big black guy fucking the cute redhead up the ass. You probably ought to see it coming, then, but you yelp in surprise as Sean yanks you forward even as he rises from the couch. He switches to pushing you forward so that you're bent over the cushions where he was just sitting, yanking down your jeans and briefs, letting your own cock spring free and sway slightly.\n\n"Hey!"\n\n"Hey, still hard, man. Just relax, shouldn't take me too long." Sean reaches down to position his cock, and before you can voice any further protests starts to push into you, your virgin asshole slowly spreading open around him. He keeps going slowly enough, the churned mixture of your spit and his cum lubing him up as he slides steadily inside you.\n\n"Ah! Ah, fuck!" you groan, slumping against the couch and scratching at the cushions... partly because you're finding it feels <i>good</i>! Your cock throbs eagerly as Sean keeps pushing his own thick prick deeper inside you, the older boy giving in to temptation eventually and starting to thrust to work himself in deeper. One hand rests on your back and the other on your hip as he starts to really fuck you, his cock plunging into your surprisingly eager young asshole. You press your face into the couch cushions, panting and gasping, then starting to give a few more full-throated moans that aren't all that different from the ones of the woman on the screen.\n\nSean's fucking you hard and fast enough by now that his balls are slapping against yours, apparently uncaring of the old adage about "balls touching". He's grunting and practically growling, but obviously enjoying himself from the way you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. His thrusts are enough to shake your whole body slightly, making your cock sway and wag under your belly, brushing against the inside folds of your shirt. When Sean finally thrusts in hard and you feel warmth and wetness flooding inside you, it's like some final switch is flicked. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out, a shudder passing through your entire body as your own cock twitches and starts firing long jets of cum to splatter against the inside of your t-shirt, soaking slowly into the fabric in little beads and puddles as you spill your load.\n\n"Woo. Whoa. That was not fuckin' bad," Sean grunts as he slowly pulls his cock out of you. You can feel ticklish little trickles of his cum sliding down your taint and over your balls, making you twitch a bit in a little aftershock of pleasure. "And no real fuckin' drama over it and pleadin'. You are awesome, man." Sean ruffles your hair affectionately, then stands up and heads for the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower first, then while you're taking yours I'll order pizza for dinner."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CC1x3]]

Not wanting to put a damper on Sean's time with his girlfriend (which seems the absolute least you can do, being a non-rent-paying roommate), you hang around watching some guys play dice on a stoop for a few hours. The entertaining part being the cursing and the arguments, obviously, rather than the game itself. But eventually the sun starts to go down, and both not wanting to be out after dark and figuring it's late enough for Sean's girlfriend Terri to have gone home, you set off for the apartment.\n\nThe building's run down enough to be cheap, but still in a nice enough neighborhood that it's not some den of rats and crime. You'd ask Sean what the rent runs him, but you figure that at best you'd feel guilty for not paying part and at worst he'd ask you to start paying part of it. Just that realization is enough to make you feel guilty on its own as you use your key and slip inside.\n\nSean is slumped in a seat on the couch, legs spread and bored eyes on the television. He's a little lanky but with some definition on the shoulders and arms, at least, shown off by the blank tanktop he's wearing, which also bears the elaborate entwined lines of tattoos on his upper arms. His skin has a dark tint to it, his eyes are blue, and his hair is black but cut short and then spiked lightly... you're not really sure what his ethnic heritage is, and it's always seemed a bit rude to just ask directly. He's got a few piercings in both ears, and aside from the tanktop is wearing battered bluejeans and an equally battered pair of clunky black boots.\n\nHe glances up from the TV as you come in, then returns his gaze to the screen. "Hey, man," he mutters in a distracted, bored tone as you kick off your shoes.\n\n"Hey," you answer, walking over and flopping onto the couch as well. Neither of you speak for a little while as Sean channel-surfs. He's got the top-end cable package, though you're not really sure what he does for a living... that seems another thing that's somewhere between rude and unwise to ask him about if he doesn't volunteer the information. You blush some, though, as he hits one of the porn channels, showing a pretty redheaded woman looking up at the camera as she works her lips up and down a very fat black cock, slurping and gulping noisily at it as synthesizer music plays. You shift some in place as Sean stops his channel hopping there, feeling your cock pressing uncomfortably tight inside your jeans.\n\n"Terri wasn't in the mood today," he comments in a mutter, one hand moving down to rub at the front of his own jeans. Drawn by the motion, your gaze flicks downwards, noting the fairly impressive outline under the denim. \n\nNot wanting to be caught staring, you quickly yank your head forward, only to be stuck watching the porn again. You've seen this sort of stuff before, obviously, you're fifteen and this is the internet age, but never with anyone else in the room. "Uh, that sucks, man," you comment, since it seems to be the appropriate thing to say in this situation.\n\nSean gives a snort. "Nah, man, if she'd sucked I wouldn't be feeling so pent-up," he comments dryly. Then he gives you a thoughtful look. "Hey... how 'bout you?"\n\n"... Huh?" You look aside at him again, your own expression having gone blank.\n\n"You were takin' a look, right?" Sean smirks as you blush again. The motion of his hand on his crotch shifts, becoming more deliberate, the change in motion drawing your eyes again. "S'cool, man. Just, y'know... feelin' pretty edgy, it'd really help me out if you'd help me get some relief."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CC1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CCplaceholder]]

Remembering what Baru said about the 'Productization Injectors', you chuckle quietly to yourself as a fun thought occurs. You tap the armrest of your throne to bring up a computer display, and start inputting a series of commands.\n\nNabiki yelps a bit as her manacles abruptly reconfigure, holding her wrists spread wide and roughly horizontal to her head. The sound she gives as an armature rises out of the floor behind her and jabs a four-pronged injector into her back, pushing a large cylinder full of golden liquid into her body, is much much louder. She writhes and squirms as it retracts, already starting to pant, her face flushed more than before.\n\n"What... what did you do to me?" she demands as you rise to your feet and slowly approach her, her eyes fixing on your jutting, immense cock with a mixture of trepidation and desire, the latter no doubt fueled by the excited heat starting to suffuse every cell in her body. "I feel... weird, and... s-stiff," she adds in a perplexed tone. Indeed, her squirming is at odd angles, showing she's starting to have a harder time moving her own muscles.\n\n"Why, you love money so much, Nabiki, I thought you'd like to get closer to its true value," you declare with a laugh, lifting her knees up high in your hands, giving your cock a few thrusts against her belly, bumping the head up between her slightly less jiggly than before tits, before drawing back and plunging it into her damp and dripping pussy, spreading it wide around her and forcing a long bulge up her entire flat belly.\n\n"HNNNNNNGHHAAAAAAA!" Nabiki shrieks, throwing back her head as you spit her on your massive prick, her whole body twitching hard... and not seeming to quite un-twitch, her muscles staying tensed and trembling, though even that's starting to subside. "Nnh, anh, nnh, nnh!" she blurts out as you start to thrust, her breasts bouncing heavily with the motions, though each time they do so a little less, the big orbs gradually getting stiffer and less kinetic, already making her look like she has implants instead of the natural perfect oppai she had before. "W-w-what do you meeeean?!" she manages to gasp out amidst your thrusts, though her eyes are already rolling some at being fucked by a cock so big it's pretty much nudging up between her breasts.\n\n"Haven't you realized? Take a look down, my valuable little cocksleeve," you sneer at her, even slowing your thrusts a little to give her a bit more brainpower to work with.\n\nSlowly, obviously having difficulty moving her neck muscles, Nabiki looks down at herself... and her eyes go wide at the splotches of shiny, metallic gold that have appeared in various spots over her steadily less mobile breasts, as well as her bulged-out belly. Her eyes dart back and forth, spotting more of them on her arms and legs, the obviously metallic luster saying it's not just a change in coloration. "No! No, no, no!" she cries, even as a strange glint lights up her eyes amidst a renewed effort to struggle despite her steadily less flesh-and-blood muscles.\n\nYou give a laugh at that, resuming your harder thrusts. "You scream 'no!' but your pussy is wetter than ever, and is trying to squeeze me like a vice even as it turns to solid gold! I think the thought of becoming literally worth your weight in gold has you cumming your twenty-four karat brains out!"\n\n"No, no, no," Nabiki continues to chant, even as her body shudders and her pussy gives a decidedly sparkly spurt of girlcum around your prick. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not cumming, nut cumming from getting turned into gold, I'm getting turned into gold, I'm getting turned into gold, I'm-!"\n\nSomething snaps inside her, clearly, as her face suddenly loses all composure and she begins squealing and giggling inanely, as well as making a truly shameless set of orgasmic noises from deep in her throat. The fact that her tits have stopped moving and are now the only sort of golden globes anyone would actually be interested in probably have something to do with it. Whatever it is, she's apparently decided if she's going to turn into a golden statue while getting raped by a huge alien cock she's going to enjoy it, as her struggles cease entirely... making the golden splotches over her limbs and body spread all the faster. As her face contorts into an expression of pure orgasmic glee of rolled-up eyes, idiot grin, and tongue lolled out, a look completely lacking in all pride or dignity, she curls her hands into a double peace sign just before they're turned to gold as well. The last sound she makes is a slutty moan that sounds positively grateful before the gold color finishes spreading up her neck and sweeps over her mouth, leaving her face forever frozen in that brainless expression of lust. You grunt and thrust forward one last time, emptying yourself into the now solid but slick golden tunnel and emptying your balls into it... since the metal can't stretch to accommodate it, most of your load just flows right back out, of course, but it's still quite the pleasant sensation.\n\nYou pull out and step back, releasing the statue's knees and letting it sway gently, pendulum-like, from the cable. With her legs spread like that, it aptly shows off the gaping golden tunnel her pussy has become, as well as the molded bulge of what's obviously a cock in her belly, now left there permanently. Of course, if that weren't lewd enough, there's the jutted-out golden tits, or the solid-colored eyes and ahegao-ing face seemingly rendered in great detail by a particularly lewd artist's hand. \n\n"Hm. Have the toes altered so it can balance on its feet," you declare as you sit down and Baru cleans you up, first lapping the excess cum off of your shaft and balls with her tongue before using damp and soft clothes to finish the job. "And place it in my room. I'll enjoy looking at it... well, until I grow bored, maybe then I'll have it melted down and made into commemorative coins."\n\n"Of course, Lord and Master, I'll have it seen to at once," Baru assures you as the cable retracts, taking the golden statue formerly known as Nabiki Tendo with it. "But for now, what would you like to do next, O most powerful one?"\n<<set $nabiki_done>><<set $trophy to "true">><<set $nabikistatue to "true">>\n<hr>\n[["Bring the Marked Targets list."|TriRoomMT1]]\n\n[["Let's see some random captives."|TriRoomCapt1]]\n\n[["I want someone from the Fleet."|TriRoomAlly2]]\n\n[["Let's do something else."|TriSelect2]]

Speeding up your thrusts, making them harder, you put the bed in some serious threat for its existence as Tifa screams out, her pussy clenching hard around you and her nails dragging down your back as you begin pumping her full of cum. You thrust forward hard, burying yourself balls deep in her spasming cunt as you empty yourself into her.\n\nTifa shivers and moans softly, and eventually looks like she starts coming back to herself about the time you roll off to the side and prop yourself up on your elbow. She sits up and looks down at herself, her eyes widening at her slightly spread pussy and the cum dribbling out of it. "Y-you said you'd pull out!" she stammers, staring at you. "I told you it's not a safe day! It's... oh no," she groans, putting her hands to her face. "Cloud will find out!"\n\nYou feign ignorance, looking curious as you tilt your head. "Why? Not like I'm gonna tell him."\n\n"Well I think he'll figure it out when I start <i>showing</i>!" Tifa snaps back, slapping your arm with one hand (and making her tits jiggle in the process). "What are we gonna do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince her to break up with Cloud.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Convince her to trick Cloud.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Get her hooked on being knocked up.|FF7X]]

Maybe you need an older, more level head to help you wrap your mind around this. Getting up, you move over to the wall console and spend a moment looking up which room is Doc Trace's. Padding down the hall, you stop outside of the room and hit the comm button.\n\n"Hm? Who is it?" her voice almost immediately answers.\n\n"Um... Cypher," you reply, already starting to feel foolish about all this and considering just making an excuse and leaving.\n\nBefore you can get one in mind, the door slides open, revealing the doctor standing on the other side. You feel your mouth go rather dry at the sight of her... she's wearing a brilliant blue robe of what looks like silk, which leaves a generous amount of her very large breasts on display, and barely comes down to the bottom of her hips. Her hair has been let out of its ducktail and hangs down past her shoulders, and her glasses look like she's just put them back on. "Yes, Cypher, what is it?" she asks, swirling some amber liquid around in a short, overdesigned glass.\n\n"Uh... you're about to go to bed, or something, I guess," you stammer, blushing and feeling more ridiculous than ever. "I'm really sorry I tried to bother you."\n\n"Don't be ridiculous, you seem to be the one that's bothered. Please, come in," she urges, stepping back and gesturing you in with the hand holding the glass.\n\nYou hesitate briefly, but you're starting to feel even more foolish just hanging around out here, so you step inside. It looks like these quarters are a bit larger than yours... but then that figures, Cypher probably picked the most spartan, functional ones they had, the bastard. (Condemning Ami to the same since she wanted to be next to him, you'll have to ask if she wants to move.) These apparently include a fairly spacious living area, decorated with simple, elegant white furniture and a few abstract paintings on the walls. Heck, it even has what looks like a small bar area in one corner, with a floor-to-ceiling set of shelves with bottles of liquor sitting on them, the shelves transparent and lit faintly from the wall-side.\n\n"Have a seat, I'll get you something to drink," the blonde says in that light, smooth accent of hers, sashaying over to the bar and setting her own glass down on it.\n\n"That's really not-" you begin as you sit down, then blush and look away as she bends over to select one of the bottles, her robe riding up her full, round ass. But even your attempt to not look comes a little late, and you now have a brief glimpse of her bare sex seared into your mind. "... necessary."\n\n"There are obviously heavy thoughts on your mind, a few sips of something might help them slide off your shoulders," the blonde says primly as she pours a slightly lighter, more red-colored fluid into a glass matching hers, and carries both over to the table. You look towards her, then have to fight not to whip your head away as she bends down again to set it on the coffee table in front of you, her cleavage right at face-level with you. You shift in place as she settles into a chair across from you and folds her legs, just barely avoiding giving you another flash of her pussy as she looks at you.\n\n"... Is that your medical advice, Doc?" you try to quip, managing a bit of a grin as you lean forward to take the glass, doing your best to make it an opportunity to hide the growing bulge in your thin pants. \n\n"It's my personal advice, and as such 'Eia' is better for the circumstances," she says in a mildly scolding tone, before taking any of the sting out of it by smiling.\n\n"... Eia." You nod a little, taking a sip of the drink. You mmf a little at the heat and dryness of it, but it's not too bad, fading quickly and leaving the taste of... wood and cherries? You take another small sip, then sigh. "I guess... I guess the thing with Koro is still bothering me."\n\n"You feel responsible," Eia replies, giving a small nod. You can't help but note there's no hint of a question there.\n\n"Yeah," you say with a sigh.\n\n"That is because you are responsible." When you look up at her, obviously stung, she shakes her head. "I don't mean to accuse you, Cypher, nor am I casting blame or aspersions. But you acted as leader during that mission, and so whatever occurs, you are going to have to be responsible for it. Whether that's reasonable, unreasonable, or even ridiculous, that is your duty as the one with the level head and the decision-maker."\n\n"So I'm responsible for something that has affected the entire rest of Koro's life," you mutter, slumping in place.\n\n"Correct. And you would have been no matter what happened. Every mission we go on affects the entire rest of our life in ways large and small, Cypher, and even by taking part you bear at least a little responsibility. If it had all gone flawlessly and without incident, there would still have been a large paycheck that affected Koro's decisions on how to move ahead in his life. That's how life works, our decisions shape us." She takes a brief pull from her glass, then smiles at you, letting out a soft, breathy laugh. "Well, I say that, but Koro's decisions and what happens to him... her... are pretty much the same whatever happens. Keep working, keep fighting, keep having fun. Taken in moderation, it's not a bad philosophy."\n\n"So just... move on, is that it?"\n\n"You don't really have much of a choice, do you? Even if you did your best to stay in the same place, the rest of the universe moves on around you. Literally, it is never in the same spot one moment to the next, moving, changing, and it will catch up with you eventually no matter how you try to hunker down and hide." Eia shrugs, the robe coming just a bit loose and sliding further down her shoulders, baring a little more of the upper slopes of her breasts. "In the end, our lives are defined by three things... what we have to do, what we need to do, and what we want to do. What we have to do and what we need to do, they are often things we have little control over. What we <i>want</i> to do, that is one of the few things we can truly control and choose how we act on them. So, Cypher..."\n\nEia leans forward towards you, the front of her robe draping down and hanging away from those large, heavy tits, revealing the puffy, stiff nipples capping them, her expression completely serious as if she were utterly unaware of it, save for the bit of fire in her eyes. "What do you want?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Some sleep."|Cypher]]\n\n[["Another drink."|Cypher]]\n\n[["You."|Cypher]]

"We just won't tell Cloud then, right?" you say in an overly reasonable tone, trying not to smirk quite like you want to. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, after all, so we just won't let him know about it."\n\n"Uh..." Tifa looks both shocked and shocked to be tempted by that, squirming a bit more on your lap. "I... don't think that's really-" Then she cuts off with a gasp as you slip your hand under her skirt and down the front of her panties, stroking over her slit. Your fingers slide easily over the wet folds of her pussy, feeling her get even more wet at the sudden and direct touch.\n\n"C'mon, Tifa, seems like you're really eager," you coo, making her gasp again as you actually slide two fingers inside her. "Let's fool around, it'll be our little secret."\n\n"Oh... oh..." She shivers, then moans out softly before saying, "O-okay... but just... let's make it quick, alright? Just... a quickie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, bend over.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Nah, let's go upstairs.|FF7X12x2]]

"Just put a delayed opening sign out and let's go upstairs," you urge, swirling your fingers around as you speak, enjoying the way Tifa gasps and her eyes glaze over a little bit.\n\n"Y-yeah... alright," she agrees, quite quickly this time. Once you slip your fingers out she practically jumps off of your lap, hurrying over to the door. "Um... go on up, it'll just take me a minute," she adds with a glance at you, absentmindedly smoothing out her skirt.\n\nYou grin, then wander on upstairs, poking your head into a few doors until you find what's obviously her bedroom. You stroll inside and spend a few moments shedding your clothes, then settle down naked on the bed, legs spread as you face the door, your hard cock jutting up. You give it a few light strokes, admittedly impressed by the extra length... it'd be on the large side even for a porn star, let alone the average guy. A few minutes later when Tifa walks into the room, she almost stumbles at the sight of it, her red eyes locked on it, tongue obviously flitting across her lips unconsciously. She's very quick about shedding her own outfit, tits dropping free and wobbling as she works her way out of the shirt, hips and ass getting compressed and then jiggling a bit as she forces her barely-unbelted skirt and her panties down over them, toeing out of her boots and socks as she peels out of her gloves. \n\nTifa quickly slips over and leans down to kiss you again, her eyes closing as one of her hands moves down to wrap around your cock, making you mmmn softly into her mouth. But it's her who's moaning as she pumps her hand slowly up and down your pole, squeezing it gently here and there as if getting a feel for how hard it is. It must be quite a bit larger than Cloud's to make her react this way! Maybe he hasn't been quite pleasing her... well you guess if 'CHA score' equals 'dick size', Cloud's not the most charismatic guy in the world, is he? Poor chocobo-headed bastard.\n\nYou grab Tifa's ass with both hands and haul her back onto the bed with you, the barmaid gasping as she settles halfway on top of your chest, her tits pillowing against you. She continues stroking and pumping you off as you run your hands over her back and knead her ass, her body wriggling eagerly against yours. Finally she breaks the kiss, her face flushed and lips parted as she pants. She nibbles her lower lip for a moment, then flops onto her back, tits wobbling gently from the motion of both that and her rummaging around in the drawer. Then she leans back to you, holding up a condom wrapper.\n\n"Y-you should wear this, it's... it's kind of an unsafe day for me," she confides, face flushing brighter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Convince her you'll pull out.|FF7X12x3]]\n\n[[Convince her to let you fuck her ass instead.|FF7X]]

"Oh, don't worry, I'll pull out, I promise," you answer quickly, flashing Tifa your best winning smile.\n\nShe hesitates, obviously uncertain, squirming in place... but a glance down at your cock seems to decide her. She quickly sets the condom aside and gives you a nod, spreading her legs wider as you roll over on top of her. You prop yourself up on one hand and reach down with the other, pressing the tip of your cockhead between her soaked lower lips, then pushing in and forward as you lean down to kiss her again, feeling her tits press against your chest. She moans into your mouth, sucking your tongue eagerly as you push deeper and deeper in, spreading her wide around your prick, her arms and legs both wrapping around you.\n\nYou press forward until you can feel your hips meet hers, then begin rocking forward, amused by the greater strength and ease of control this body has than your own... you're able to drive Tifa against the mattress hard enough to rock the bed, making her cry out and toss her head back as the frame of the bed creaks and thumps against the wall. Somehow you doubt Cloud ever fucked her hard enough to make the bed's legs thump against the floor and be heard downstairs... probably all sadfaced during sex, the most passion he's able to wrangle a 'slow and gentle loving' thing. Meanwhile Tifa looks like she's been wanting to be <i>fucked</i> for awhile now, bucking her hips against you eagerly, her strong legs tensing to drive you forward into her harder, her skin starting to glisten with sweat. Her pussy squeezes eagerly around you, like it's trying to suck you deeper inside of her, hot and almost gushing around your thick prick.\n\nWith the buildup of the rather thorough makeout session, as well as the sight of what amounts to a sex goddess bucking and writhing and crying out in pleasure beneath you, it's not long before you can feel yourself getting close. Your cock swells, getting just a bit longer and thicker as you get closer to the edge. Any moment now you're going to let loose, and to judge from the feeling (as well as the size of your enlarged balls), it'll probably be a big one. And a potent one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull out as promised.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Knock her up.|FF7X12x4]]

You head off out of the city, towards the lesser-populated areas around it. You manage to find some cheap busfare that takes you in the right general direction, but eventually once suburbia is behind you, you begin just walking, not wanting to use up your somewhat meager reserves of cash too fast.\n\nEventually you crest over a tall hill, and notice that below the road forks. It looks like one fork heads towards a treeline, and into a pretty dense forest. The other fork heads off towards cleared land, and you can see fields and houses dotting it a decent distance apart.\n\nHm. You could try and leave humanity behind and <i>really</i> rough it, but you're not exactly Mr. Survivalist. You're no farmhand either, but hey, you bet they'd provide food and a place to sleep, and the work can't be <i>that</i> hard to learn.\n\n<hr>\n[[Forest.|RunForestStart]]\n\n[[Farm.|RunFarmStart]]

Better to just get done and get out as fast as possible, right? You walk over to one of the urinals and hike up your skirt, carefully getting it out of the way before pulling your panties down in front and freeing your cock. You aim a bit, then try to relax enough to actually go. It's taking a bit of effort, with all the stress you've felt lately added to the worry of being dressed like a girl in the men's room. But eventually you're able to relax enough that the hot rush sensation overcomes you, and you sigh in relief at finally relieving the pressure... then almost choke when the relieved sigh is echoed from directly next to you. You slowly turn your head in worry, to see... a girl?!\n\nWell... obviously not, once the shock wears off a little. The other person has short black hair with slightly long falls over the ears, and their face is lightly made-up like yours is, that and a thin chain and delicate pendant around their slender neck helping with the feminine appearance. They're wearing a one-piece dress, yellow with somewhat leapord-ish spots on it, which is currently hiked up and with black satin panties pulled down in front so they can free their own cock. He has his head leaned back and eyes closed in relief, though after a moment he blinks and looks over at you, pink eyes staring before he smirks. "I'd ask if you'd never seen a cute crossdressing boy before, but that'd be pretty dumb, huh?"\n\n"Er." You blush brightly, looking ahead at the wall.\n\nThe other boy giggles some. "It's fine, it's fine! Don't worry about it. It's not like it's all that uncommon around here, you'd be surprised how often 'lost boys' wind up getting pounded in the ass and dressed up pretty around Worldland."\n\n"W-what?" Though you're done, the conversation has sufficiently distracted you enough that you look over at him and stare. "You mean, mascots just go around grabbing up boys like us and...?"\n\n"Well in my case it was a security manager who snagged me trying to access a cash register while the clerk at a shop had stepped away and proceeded to make me his little bitchboi, but yup! I'm Kei, by the way." He pulls up his panties and lets his skirt drop back down as he steps away, letting the urinal auto-flush as he smirks at you. Blushing as you remember you're standing there with your own out, you hasten to step away and fix your own panties and skirt, Kei giggling as he watches. "Wow, it must be like your first day. Snagged by some mascots, huh? They're all horny fuckers for sure."\n\n"Y-yeah, pretty much," you murmur bashfully, fidgeting.\n\n"Still, it rubs off on you." Kei leans forward, smirking even wider as his pink eyes glitter. "So hey, how about a quick one in the stall before we go back?"\n\n<hr>\n[[What?! No!|HLMai]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay...|HLMai3x11]]

"Well... yeah, I guess," you agree, unable to deny that you are starting to get rather turned-on.\n\n"Great!" Kei chirps, snagging your wrist and hauling you over into the handicapped stall, the other trap quickly closing and latching the door. You're expecting to be bent against the wall or pushed to your knees... so you're a little surprised when Kei instead pushes your back against the wall and sinks to his own knees, pushing your skirt upwards. You take hold of the hem of it to keep it up after he glances expectantly at you, his own glossy lips curling in a smirk before he tugs your cute pink panties down in front. Your soft dick flops out, and Kei almost immediately wraps his lips around it, starting to bob his head and flick his tongue.\n\nYour cock, which had gone soft after so much being treated like and fucked like a girl, slowly comes back to life as you bite your lower lip against your moans. Looking down at the sight of what looks like a cute girl... but which you know isn't... and your own prick jutting out past your skirt and panties, is rapidly turning you on even more. (Your shaft does look a little more slender and petite between Kei's lips than you remember it being... oh well, it still feels great.) You watch as Kei shifts his skirt up and pulls out his own member, stroking it almost languidly as he bobs his head over your length, deep-throating you easily and with obvious experience.\n\nIt's the first time since all this began that you that you've been pleasured in a way that wasn't being fucked in the ass, really, so it's probably not surprising that it doesn't take that long for you to cum, whimpering softly as your cute little prick shudders and pumps your load into Kei's mouth. He swallows it down without a complaint... indeed, his lips curl up in a grin around you as his slender throat works. Then he pulls back and stands, leaning back against the stall wall and smirking at you, using both hands to hold up his skirt. With the meaning obvious, you're soon on your knees, finding yourself actually appreciating the view of his sleek shaft jutting from above the much naughtier thin-strapped black satin panties before you lean forward to wrap your lips around the head and start working your tongue.\n\n"Mmm, that's nice," Kei coos quietly. "But c'mon, we gotta do this fast before someone notices, so really work it."\n\nThat makes sense, and it's not like you're not used to being facefucked. Kei's nowhere near as big as Mai or Chun-Li, so it's practically effortless to slide forward until your lips are around the root of his prick. You look up at him, in all his cute girlishness, as you bob your head quickly over the length of his prick. Kei gives a few soft giggles interspersed with quiet moans, pink eyes dancing before they close and he leans his head back. More than anything that urges you on, and you're soon turning your head back and forth as you swallow his cock repeatedly, tongue working over as much of the shaft as you can reach. True to his word, it's not long before Kei takes a shuddery breath and then begins spilling onto your tongue, his hot, almost sweet cum dribbling down your throat.\n\nAs you draw back and stand up, you're expecting Kei to start putting his clothes back into place and making for the door. Instead he turns and leans against the wall, reaching back to tug his panties down around his thighs and use both hands to spread his pert buttocks, showing off the pink pucker of his ass to you. You stare for just a second, before quickly hurrying forward... you're actually going to get to be the one fucking someone! You press your spit-slick cock to his pucker, then push inside slowly, Kei giving a soft pleasured moan as he brings his hands up to brace on the wall. You begin pumping quickly, feeling your skirt swaying around your ass and your panties rubbing against your balls as you fuck him, his own skirt swaying in front of his stiff prick. Since you've already cum it does take you a bit longer, but you still don't bother holding back when you feel the desire to unload into his ass, gasping out your pleasure as you spill inside him. Then, without hesitation, you turn and lean against the opposite wall, letting Kei be the one to tug your panties down and thrust himself into your ass, fucking eagerly into you with the speed of not wanting to get caught. You tremble in pleasure... he's nowhere near as big as your futanari 'mommies' but the very wickedness and illicitness of it, the feeling like you're getting away with something, has you assgasming by the time Kei spills his load inside you.\n\nOnce the two of you have cleaned up a bit, Kei unlatches the door and winks at you. "See you around," he says with a giggle, prancing out of the stall. You emerge a moment later, and blanch at the sight of a man in a suit standing at one of the urinals. He seems to be trying not to look at you, and after a moment you hurry past him... but not before noticing that he seems to be having difficulty peeing with an erection.\n\n"That took awhile, everything okay?" Mai asks as you settle back into your seat at the table, your face flushing some just at the question.\n\n<hr>\n[["No, nothing!"|HLMai]]\n\n[[You made a new friend.|HLMai3x12]]\n\n[[You got to fuck someone.|HLMai]]

"I, ah... I guess I made a friend?" you offer. "... Someone like me," you add sheepishly.\n\n"Ohhhh?" Mai grins broadly, Chun-Li perking up a bit and more obviously paying attention. "Who's that?"\n\n"Um... they're named Kei, and..." You trail off, then glance around. Seeing Kei a few tables away, sitting with a thirty-something looking guy, you point. "... Yeah, over there," you finish lamely.\n\n"Hm, that's one of the security directors, I think," Chun-Li muses aloud. "Come to think of it, I think I've seen him out with his boy a few times. Cute little thing... but sassy and forward. Could be a bad influence," she adds darkly, glancing towards you judgingly in a way that makes you slump in your seat.\n\n"Now now, Chunbuns, our dear Erica developing a <i>little</i> sass and forthrightness couldn't hurt," Mai says cheerfully. She pushes her chair back and stands. "I'll be right back," she chirps as she saunters her way over to the table. \n\nYou watch as Mai greets the man and Kei, then politely starts chatting the adult up... until Chun-Li says scoldingly, "Mind your own business, Erica." Jerking your head back forward, you squirm with curiosity, forcing yourself not to look... then forcing yourself to be still as Chun-Li adds, "Stop fidgeting."\n\nFinally Mai returns, tits bouncing as she almost flops back into her chair. "Okay! I set up a little playdate for tomorrow, since I have the day off and I can... y'know, supervise," she adds, a wicked glint in her brown eyes.\n\n"I'll come by once I get off work," Chun-Li says primly. \n\nYou're not sure what response you could give to that, and besides right about then the food arrives. The presence of food drives most other thoughts out of your head, and you dig in... trying to adjust to various scoldings about manners from Chun-Li, and Mai's occasional prods to Chun-Li to not be so strict and leave you alone. Thoughts about what might occur tomorrow repeatedly stiffen your prick, making it press against the inside of your panties, and you try to adjust your skirt to hide it (without drawing Chun-Li's ire for fidgeting) until it goes down. Once dinner is over, Chun-Li says that since she has to work tomorrow, she'll be heading to her own apartment, and departs. Mai snags your hand, walking along in a perfectly motherly manner until you get back to the apartment...\n\n... where she picks you up and tosses you on the bed on your back, making you yip in surprise as you bounce. Grinning wickedly and pulling up the front of her little black dress, a flick of her panties freeing her cock to spring out and wobble in front of her, she reaches beneath your skirt to yank your own panties off and down your legs before tossing them aside. When she flips up you skirt, she blinks at the sight of your erection, then laughs. "Well <i>well</i>! You definitely 'made friends', huh? Did someone decide they're not mama's little girl anymore, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A hardon is okay... right?|HLMai]]\n\n[[Maybe you need a reminder of being a girl...|HLMai]]\n\n[[Ask if she wants to try it.|HLMai]]

Why go to all this trouble evading them just to start a fight now? In fact, you've got an idea to hide in a place you're pretty sure absolutely none of them are going to come looking for you.\n\nYou carefully drop down to the floor, doing your best to feather your movements and not alert the Raptarran that passed you by. This time you move slowly and carefully back out into the corridor, watchful for any trailing aliens that might not have passed you by yet. Partly through luck and partly through being watchful of doorways, you slip past your scattered pursuers and backtrack along your previous path, keeping your eye on a particular place on your map once it returns.\n\nYou arrive where the little symbol indicates and find that you interpreted it correctly... it's an airlock. A simple enough one to work, too, needing only a button press to have the door slide open in front of you so you can step inside. Another button press, and the air cycles out, the outer door sliding open to give you an unrestricted view of the stars. Luckily your guess that your suit acts as a spacesuit is validated as well... it feels just as comfortable as it did inside, maybe just a bit chillier. (That could even be in your head.)\n\nStepping carefully out onto the sort of ledge outside the airlock and keeping a hand on the edge of the airlock, you feel a sense of relief when 'Lockon Boots Activated' appears on your display. Walking slowly and carefully away from the airlock, you make your way across the surface of the ship itself. You can just wait out here until the Raptarrans leave, assuming they don't immediately take their honeypot ship with them. Then you'll have time to formulate a better plan. Maybe they'll even leave the ship you came on for awhile, and give you a chance to reclaim it.\n\nYou don't notice the small craft approaching until your display starts blaring warnings. You wheel around just in time to see the large grapple coming at you, wrapping around your arms and legs and binding them to your sides before yanking you off the surface of the ship and beginning to reel you in towards the small pterodactyl-shaped ship. You're pulled inside a dark hold inside its "belly", then cry out as an electric shock runs through your body. The feeling of pain is brief before unconsciousness claims you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher8x5]]

When you come to, you're laying on your back on ground covered with a mixture of what feels like grass and moss. You're also looking up at a jungle canopy full of trees and plants that look vaguely like what you've seen from Earth while still being disturbingly... off.\n\nIn clambering to your feet, you realize that you've been stripped completely naked. Of course you also realize something else that almost makes you fall over again... you've been changed into a girl! Admittedly your build was already pretty slender and wirey, and that hasn't changed much... there's a slight bit more curve here and there and a slight bit less broadness in the expected places as well, but your general bodytype hasn't changed. Of course it's a pretty big change that you no longer have a cock, and that you have a pair of small, perky A-cup tits! You can't see much more than that as you are, though you spend a few moments trying, twisting back and forth to try and make sense of this latest change to your body.\n\nAmidst this you notice that you do seem to have <i>one</i> item on your body... a metal band around your wrist. Looking at it shows that there's glowing digital numbers set on a black face... yellow ones that are steadily counting down from a minute and a half. You briefly freak out, thinking it might be a bomb, and yank on it desperately. Once you realize you can't remove it without essentially removing your hand, you calm down a little... why bother changing you into a girl and dumping you on some world just to kill you with a bomb?\n\nYou look around, seeing if you've been left anything else, but your own (transformed) body and the countdown watch seem to be it. You watch as the seconds tick away, and finally the display flashes green before displaying a new set of numbers... Twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes, and change. From out in the jungle you hear a long howling cry and feel a new chill run up your spine as you realize what's really happening.\n\nYou're being hunted.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|BadCypher8x6]]\n\n[[What's the point? May as well give up.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

Half through instinct and half through realization that you've got no other real choice, you turn and take off in the opposite direction that you think the cry came from. You leap easily over a fallen log and take off into the jungle, avoiding what looks like denser underbrush and keeping mostly to the flatter areas where it's mostly bare dirt, bits of moss, or short grass growing. You're going to need to come up with a better plan, but for now you can't afford to just stand around while you think.\n\nAt least your body seems to be as fit and healthy as it was when you were male... you're running quite fast and not really feeling out of breath, though the air is humid and heavy. You try to remember everything about surviving and evading hunters, both animal and human, that you've ever heard as you duck through trees and leap over barriers. \n\nYou soon encounter a broad stream that comes to about an inch above your ankles. You squat and take a brief drink from your cupped hands, then grimace a little at a feeling of pressure that's both strange and familiar. Moving out of the water and to the opposite bank, you squat again, then blush as you spend a few moments figuring out the right muscles to relax to let yourself pee. Then you realize that you've inadvertantly given yourself an edge... the smell will indicate you've crossed the stream!\n\nRandomly deciding to go downstream instead of up, you take off splashing through the water, hoping it will cover up your scent. You're assuming the Raptarrans can track by scent... nothing that predatory-looking doesn't have an advanced sense of smell, right? Still, now that you're fairly certain that you've bought yourself some distance and time, you need to try and make a plan.\n\n<hr>\n[[Move, prepare, survive.|BadCypher8x7]]\n\n[[Hide, wait, hope.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Prepare, lurk, attack.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

Okay, first thing's first. You need to make <i>sure</i> you have enough space from your pursuer or pursuers to actually do more extensive preparation. You continue heading down the stream quickly, but now keeping an eye out for anything that could prove useful. You pick up several rocks that look like they have potentially useful shapes as you go, holding them loosely in one hand and occasionally checking behind you, as well as watching the jungle and the treetops. Unless all of this is some elaborate garden, there have to be predators other than the Raptarrans around.\n\nWhen the water begins to come up to your knees, both beginning to chill you and to hamper your movement, you make your way to the bank and start more seriously hunting for useful items. You find a decently long branch that you can break most of the twigs off of, and find some long, tough grass that you manage to use to tie a vaguely spearhead-shaped rock to the end of it. You'd really like to sharpen it up some more, but you don't have the knowhow and you might not have the time. You manage to tie some of the grass together to form a crude belt and tie the other rocks you thought would make good projectiles to it. You consider trying to turn some of the leaves into crude clothing, but you're dissuaded by both the fact that you have no clue what this world's equivalent of poison ivy might look like and that you'd just feel weird making, well, a leaf bikini for yourself. For now you'll continue to run around the jungle bare-assed, you suppose.\n\nYou continue deeper into the jungle, trying to steer clear of anything too dangerous-looking while at the same time not picking the incredibly obvious paths too often. You haven't heard anything that sounded like a Raptarran since the beginning of all this, but you have no clue if that means they're miles away and headed in the completely wrong direction, or if one is lurking just out of sight and silenly waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Your primal brain, working off of millions of years of scurrying little mammals and protomammals running away from things that look just like the Raptarrans, keeps conjuring images of reptilian predators lurking behind every bush. You force yourself on and to keep from panicking, trying to focus on what you can actually see and do in this situation.\n\nEventually the light begins to fade, and you squint up at the canopy above. If sunset takes as long around here as it does on Earth, you probably don't have very long left before it gets anywhere from 'dim' to 'pitch black' inside these dense trees. Which begs the question... to spend what light you have left looking for shelter, or just push on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push on, they can't catch you napping.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Seek shelter, stumbling around in the dark's a bad idea.|BadCypher8x8]]

A cheesy alien invasion movie sounds just about perfect. You tap the box with the title, and it pops up a trio of new boxes. Looks like there's a showing that starts in about five minutes, but also two others, one that looks like it's about halfway through and another that's just about done. You suppose if you picked the halfway done one, you'd have more time to actually walk around and enjoy the park after, or conversely if you picked the one that's almost over you could just sit around until the start of the next show taking a load off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick the one that's starting soon.|XAlien]]\n\n[[Pick the one that's halfway through.|XAlien]]\n\n[[Pick the one that's almost over.|XAlien1x1]]

No... trying to take on one would likely mean taking on all of them in the halls. Much better to avoid a confrontation as long as possible.\n\nAs you continue along towards the back of the ship, you notice that your helmet display is making a map for you, both of where you've been and the surrounding areas. Though there's a noticeable blank spot in it, and the map and several other displays disappear when you step forward. You blink and take several steps back, seeing the map reappear, then disappear again as you walk forward. Some sort of blind spot. You continue on, and eventually the displays and map reappear, leaving a blobby empty spot on the glowing outline.\n\nFinally you approach the back of the ship where you docked. Checking a nearby viewscreen and seeing no Raptarrans outside, you key the door open and step out, hurrying to the panel that controls the docking procedure. You're not familiar with the language, but just looking it over makes it look fairly simple... unfortunately you recall that Delvan mentioned there was some sort of cable or device attached. Finding a viewport, you spot a fairly thin-seeming cable stretching alongside the boarding ramp to clamp onto your ship. It doesn't look that strong, but the Raptarrans probably engineered it like it is for a reason.\n\nYour display warns you of an approaching lifeform moments before you hear odd thump-clicking footfalls. You've got seconds, if that, to make a decision!\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep evading.|BadCypher8x2]]\n\n[[Get on the ship, blast the cable.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide on the Raptarran ship.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

You take off down a side-corridor quickly. A strange honking, hooting noise behind you alerts you that you've probably been spotted, or at least heard.\n\nSoon your helmet is warning of numerous lifeforms in pursuit. You keep half an eye on the map the display is creating for you and half on the corridors ahead as you zig-zag through them, doing your best never to pick one that looks too short or too familiar and thus might lead to one of the sections you already saw with Raptarrans in it.\n\nUnfortunately as big as the ship looked on the outside, it's not as huge as all that. You know that eventually you're just going to run out of space to run from them or they're going to catch up to you... they're sort of <i>built</i> for running down fleeing prey, after all. You need to do something else before you lose too much of the lead to have any real options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn and fight.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide in one of the rooms.|BadCypher8x3]]\n\n[[Go back to the secret passages.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]

At first it seems ludicrous to try hiding in one of the large, empty rooms on the Raptarrans' own honey trap ship. Then you realize you're coming up on the large blank spot in your map. Quickly you put on a burst of speed and round the corner as the various displays disappear, then duck into an open doorway. Doing a quick glance around, you leap up to brace yourself between the wall and the ceiling over the door. You'll just have to hope that whatever it is about the ship that blocks your sensors in this area blocks theirs, too.\n\nAfter a few minutes, you see one of the Raptarrans walk into the room, passing below you without a glance up. Its head swings back and forth slowly on its long neck, and it occasionally glances down at some sort of device in its hand before giving an annoyed growl. Definitely seems to have knocked out their sensors as well, good.\n\nIt's completely unaware, you could take this chance to go on the offensive. On the other hand, running's been working out for you pretty well so far, and if it works...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight.|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Flight.|BadCypher8x4]]

"Ehhhh? Really? You really think so?!" That's apparently all it really takes to distract Lala from her current situation, actually clasping her hands to her cheeks and closing her eyes as she smiles, knees drawn up and together as she wiggles in place where she's suspended in midair. "I mean, I've been trying really hard to show Rito that, but sometimes I think it gets lost in all the turning him into stuff and attracting more girlfriends and planetary invasions and-"\n\n"Not for Rito," you interject, not bothering to keep the implied 'you idiot' out of your tone, her tail immediately shooting straight out and quivering in shock. "I'm going to turn you into someone else's perfect wife."\n\n"No! Nooooooo!" Lala immediately wails, as if having just been promised a fate worse than death.\n\n"That's right... I'm going to make you the perfect wife for-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-myself."|TRLalaMyWaifu]]\n\n[["-that guard."|TRLalaGuardWaifu]]\n\n[["-Baru."|TRLalaBaruWaifu]]

You can't see in the dark, even if you suspect your pursuers probably can. Trying to move through this jungle without being able to see would put you at as much risk from a broken leg as predators. Definitely best to find somewhere to hunker down until it starts getting light again.\n\nMaking use of the remaining light, you scout around the nearby area, looking for likely spots. Ultimately you find two. One is a [[tree|BadCypherPlaceholder]] with exposed roots, the network of thick wooden limbs almost forming a little hut... though admittedly it looks a bit more like a cage. But it would definitely be more out of the elements (especially if it decides to rain), it's shadowy under there so you'd be harder to spot, and it's convenient. There's also a [[collection of boulders|BadCypher8x9]] that looks like it has a little nook inside you could get to if you crawled. There's not much shelter from the sky or rain, and it would be harder to get to and if anyone saw you from above you'd be a lot more visible, but you'd also be a lot more protected from almost anything trying to get at you.

You decide you'd really rather have something solid around you than a "roof" over your head. Besides, those tree roots make you sort of nervous... not only does its cagelike appearance remind you that ultimately you're still a captive, but you just don't trust any of the wildlife around here. Including the trees.\n\nMaking your way into the nook provided by the boulders requires you to get on all fours and do a bit of squirmy maneuvering, your trim girlbutt wiggling in the air in a way that would probably be pretty alluring if you were on the outside watching it. Right now though you're more focused on not being caught and eaten, or whatever it is that the Raptarrans might have in mind for you. You settle in amongst the rocks and lean back against one with your spear settled across your body, and take a look at your countdown watch. Looks like around fifteen hours and change left. You wonder what happens if you make it all the way to zero? Will they let you go? Or will they kill you out of spite? Oh well... without knowing, all you can do is what's been working so far.\n\nLuckily your body seems to know how to sleep lightly, because several times you find yourself instantly awake and alert, listening intently for whatever disturbed you. At one point you hear something stomping and thrashing around outside, definitely <i>way</i> too big to be a Raptarran. You try not to shake too badly as you listen to it stomp around and snuffle loudly for awhile before finally thudding along on its way. Still, it's a long time before you relax enough to drift off any again.\n\nWhen you come to at one point, the sky is starting to brighten. So after a quick listen around for anything that might be lurking, you crawl back out of your little hiding spot and go on your way, once again meandering through the jungle, mostly just hoping you're going in a different direction than your potential pursuer. It looks like you've got around seven hours left.\n\nAfter several hours, you emerge from the trees and into a bit of a clearing and immediately stop. You've finally gotten a look at one of the locals, and unfortunately it's standing right there looking at you. Its head looks a lot like an alligator or crocodile (you're not sure you could tell the difference), though it's got a thick mane like a male lion, a striped pelt like a tiger, and legs that jut out at the sides and split into symmetrical "hands" like a chameleon. Its dark beady eyes are fixed on you, and its body, including its long, lizardlike tail seems poised to leap the moment you do something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run for it!|BadCypherPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Too late for that, you have to fight!|BadCypher8x10]]\n\n[[Don't move. Maybe it can't see you if you don't move.|BadCypher9x1]]