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 It's not long before you're all rolling down main street of Helmuth, the outdated-looking storefronts seeming empty and forelorn.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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm, I'm gonna be Daddy's girl," you coo, wiggling your hips a little as you lean in towards him, smiling wickedly as you see a flash of heat in his red-glowing eyes. "A good, obedient girl who does whatever. Daddy. Wants."\n\n"Is that so?" he almost growls, reaching up a hand slowly to take hold of the back of your hair, then tightening his fist and pulling a bit, making you give a delighted gasp. He half-pulls, half-pushes you to your knees in front of him, leaning your head in towards the front of his pants, where there's already a noticeable bulge. "I think you know what to do then, hm?"\n\nMoaning softly in agreement, you reach up to undo the laces, tugging them open and fishing out his mostly-hard blue-black shaft, stroking it as you lean in to lick at the base of it. More implanted memories wash over you, memories of peeking on him in the bathing area, glimpses of him getting dressed, nights spent dreaming of being on your knees in front of him and wrapping your mouth around his prick. This time, you give yourself over to them, letting them sink in and treating them as real, enjoying the extra thrill they send through you as you press your lips to the side of his long, slender shaft and run them and your tongue up and down it. Your hands move to run up and down his thighs, then down to pull off your sash and undo the ties of your panties, letting them drop to the floor and reveal your glistening pink pussy tucked in between puffy gray lips.\n\nAt an urging from low in your father's throat, you move your head up and slide your lips over the head of his cock, rolling your eyes up to watch his face as you slowly swirl your tongue around it again and again. His lips are lightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded, but there's such a look of calm satisfaction there that it sends a shiver through you. He slides his hand out of your hair and you take a moment to lean back and actually pull your tunic off, baring your body completely save for the stockings still sheathing your legs, then lean back in and slide your mouth over him again, this time starting to bob your head, always watching your beloved father's face as you work yourself further and further down his prick. When it nudges the back of your throat, you push forward and find very little in the way of a gag reflex, instead just letting him slide into your throat easily. Encouraged by that and the low moan of pleasure he gives, you just keep steadily pushing downwards until your lower lip is pressed against the base of his balls, his entire length sheathed in your mouth and throat. \n\nPulling up and off it with a soft gasp, you wrap a hand around the spit-slicked shaft and stroke it smoothly, cooing up at him, "Am I good girl, Daddy?" before dropping your head to start nuzzling and licking at his balls. He strokes a hand over your hair, staring down at you with a pure blaze of lust in those black and red eyes.\n\n"You are a <i>very</i> good girl, daughter," he murmurs back, before suddenly pulling on your hair again to haul you up as he comes to his feet. Shifting his grip to your upper arm, he tugs you along and practically tosses you onto the bed. He takes a few moments to slowly and deliberately undress, letting you watch hungrily as he bares his sleek but well-developed chest and slides those pants off and down, before he prowls up onto the bed, blue-black body moving with all the feline grace of a hungry panther. He moves in above you, his hand sliding to cup your pussy, your back arching lightly and a moan spilling from your lips as he slides two fingers inside and slowly swirls them around. "A good, but extremely slutty, daughter," he adds, smirking down at you as you writhe from his thumb lightly working your clit.\n\nOnly once you've cum twice, your pussy clenching around his fingers, does he pull out and grab your thighs, hauling them closer and urging you to wrap your legs around him. You don't even try to question the memories of having wanted this for years as he leans down on top of you, toned chest pressing to your tits as he slides inside you, your arms wrapping around him tightly as his cock slides in deep. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me," you mewl eagerly as he begins pumping his hips, working your already sensitive and sopping sex into a quivering frenzy. Your glowing blue eyes roll up as he starts fucking you against the mattress, your heels digging into him a bit as you urge him to pound you harder. "Daddy, your cock's so good, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"\n\n"If you continue to be a good daughter, I'll fuck you often and well, pet," your father coos, leaning in to nip one of your ears, which makes you cry out and jerk your hips up towards him, your pussy spasming around his pistoning prick in orgasm. His teeth continue nipping and dragging at your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, and occasionally back up to your apparently sensitive ears, each time making you cum, until your world's a warm ruddy haze of pleasure that almost goes white with the feeling of his prick spasming inside you. You wind up slumping to the bed, panting and shivering under your father's body... only for him to raise up, pull out of you, and flip you over, grabbing your hips to haul your ass into the air. With your face against the sheets, you look over your shoulder at him, then gasp loudly at the feel of his cum-lubed cock pressing your tight rear hole open, sliding deep into your ass and then starting to thrust, one of his hands gripping your hair and pressing your face against the bed, the other swinging in to spank your ass between th