Next thing Taylor knew was that she was sailing through the air again, looking as their aggressor disappeared among the falling trees, more red flashes chasing after him.
And then she landed, head first. She heard another crack, before a thump. That thump, she realized amongst the swimming feeling in her head, was the sound of her body hitting the floor. The pain in her body was suddenly gone, everything below her head suddenly muted. The realization, combined with the head trauma, was enough for her to slip out of the conscious world once again. But before her vision fuzzed out, she saw a blurry silhouette approach her. The last thing she saw was a lot of purple, and the most mesmerizing shade of amber she'd ever seen.
When Taylor opened her eyes again, she found herself looking at an indistinct white ceiling. Blinking a couple of times, she realized that she was looking at a hospital's ceiling. God dammit, not again... she internally grouched. What the fuck did I do this... Time...
Memories came rushing at the forefront, shocking the mental cobwebs clean. The crater, the tree's, the bugs, the cat-snake thing that raped her, it all came back. Adrenaline surged through her body as she sat up. It was a bad idea she found out, as the sudden movement left her dizzy and falling to the side.
Before she could fall, a couple of small hands catched her, and laid her back down on the bed. "Easy there girl, you are safe now," a sweet and bubbly feminine voice said. Turning to the source, Taylor recognized the same mass of purple, and two dots of that amber shade. It took her a couple of seconds, but she eventually connected the dots. She was looking at her rescuer.
"Just lay back, and rest up. You and your friend -she's fine by the way— took quite a beating back there. I know that you probably have some questions, and so do I, but I think is better for your friend to join us too. I don't mind repeating myself, but sometimes it's better to just have everybody in from the beginning. Much more expedient, you know? The doc said that you would wake up about the same time, so your friend shouldn't be far behind. Then we can have a meet and greet. Sound good?"
Taylor gaped slightly at her rescuer. The other woman spoke a mile a minute, almost fast enough to be incomprehensible. But she did understand her, and she was right. It made sense to wait for her, for the reasons mentioned, and the fact that Lisa was way more socially apt than she was. She was better suited to deal with... whatever they were dealing with. So, she nodded, and patiently waited for the blonde to wake.
Like it was predicted, they didn't have to wait long. Not ten minutes later, Lisa yawned and blinked into consciousness.
"Good morning sleeping beauty!" called their rescuer. "We were waiting for you!" A sleepy `buh?' was the answer she got. "First things first, allow me to introduce myself." She struck a pose; her hands going to her hips while she puffed her chest like a rooster. "My name is Amber Anne Steele, gentle-lady adventurer and soon to be the richest woman in the universe! And I would like to welcome you to the beautiful planet known as Mehen'Ga!"
Taylor gaped in incredulity at the fussy silhouette of the madwoman who apparently saved her. She turned to look at Lisa. Even if she couldn't see her, she just knew that she had to be thinking the same.
What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?!
Utterly Fucked Up
(Автор: Gideon020)
Prologue: Vista Wakes Up
Missy Biron's first thought upon waking up and staring at the ceiling of her room at the Protectorate's HQ was, 'There is a stain on my ceiling.'
Her next thought, accompanied by her widening eyes, was a succinct, 'Oh fuck, I made that stain.' It was quickly followed by, 'Oh. Fuck. I know how I made that stain...'
She could already feel it stirring as she stared at the off-white stain on the ceiling, actually the most recent of an extensive number of stains on the ceiling and her nose wrinkled as Missy finally registered the familiar scent of old cum wrapping around her like a familiar and...comforting blanket as slowly, sluggishly, memories filtered back.
She remembered...a flash, and then a haze falling over her, soft and pleasant...and a voice telling her that the best friend in the world was near and she should be really happy and friendly. And then...
Missy's eyes widened as she threw off her covers and tried to jump out of bed. The key word is 'tried' as she flipped forward with a 'hya!' and fell flat on her chest. Her new, massive, chest with the very, very sensitive nipples as Missy moaned before she choked and covered her mouth while struggling to rise and keep her balance, pointedly ignoring the rapidly hardening object between her legs as she dashed for the attached bathroom and heaved.
She didn't know how long she knelt there, ignoring the long hair falling around her face, emptying her stomach of what she distinctly and nauseatingly remembered as food, possibly the remnants of copious amounts of alcohol...
...And enough cum for...Missy's vomiting intensified until she couldn't find anything more to bring up except a brief spurt of sludgy bile before she collapsed backwards, gasping desperately for air as tears flowed from her eyes. 'Oh God...Oh god...oh god...'
Sucking in a final ragged breath, Missy carefully rose to her feet and managed to dare look at herself in the mirror. What stares back at her...is beautiful.
Even with eyes reddened from crying, the taste of puke still in her mouth, and some snot leaking from her nose, Missy could still admit that the young woman staring back at her was incredibly gorgeous. It was only when she wiped her nose that her reverie was stopped as she began washing her face in the sink while her tail wagged gently.
Tail? Missy looked back to find that yes, she had a fairly thick-looking cat's tail coming out from above her butt. She wiggled a few times and then instinctively remembered how to move it. It was heavy though, and Missy remembered that it was more for balance while she ran across...telephone wires? Cables?
Granted she could do that with her powers by minutely stretching the wires to give her feet more room to retain her balance, but Missy didn't think it was for...oh, right. Shuddering, Missy turned her attention back to the front of her body and looked down at the two heavy, large and perky additions to her chest.
Well, she had breasts now. Too bad that even with these Dean wouldn't even give her the time of day. And then when she went to—
Missy shuddered as she forced herself not to think of...her as her best friend in the whole wide world. Even if that friend did give her a nice tail and cute little kitty ears. Missy bodily fought the urge to squeal at the sight of her twitching cat ears, instead backing away to focus on the rest of her body.
She was taller, nearly as tall as Miss Militia, and built like a model who worked out. Made sense, Missy had vague memories of wanting a 'more heroic' body and this certainly fit the bill. Even her new, huge, breasts that she was certain—
"Ah, hell." Missy whined as she felt a brief pressure before she saw milk begin to well up and begin leaking out of her nipples to drip down onto the smooth floor, "Great, now I have to...ugh, you know what? Fuck this. I'm not emptying these and I am certainly not emptying this." Reaching down past her breasts, Missy gave the stiff penis standing at attention a stiff jerk, "Why the hell did I ask her to give me one of these?"
The unpleasant memory filtered back into her mind, "Oh. Right. NTR." Sighing at the memories of constantly failing to even so much as arouse Dean, followed by a string of more and more extreme changes, Missy sat down on the toilet and held her head in her hands, "What's happening to me?"
After a few minutes and coming up with now answers, Missy sighed and stood up, "Welp, better get out there and see what the damage is." She carefully padded out of the bathroom, careful not to test her tail's balancing abilities too much since for some reason she wasn't as...fluid in her new body as she remembered being.
For that matter, the haze that had been clouding her mind for the last two...three? Well, the last few months anyway. It was gone now. Her mind felt clearer, sharper, and the world looked a lot brighter and...filthier.
Missy shuddered as she gingerly stepped over a suspicious puddle, "Okay, what the hell happened to the base? Shouldn't the cleaning systems be engaging by now?"
A thought drifted into her head, 'Or they could have been disabled so that they wouldn't get in the way of the sex...'
Missy's teeth clenched as she picked up the pace, steadily increasing the length of her strides until her long legs were taking her rapidly down the hallway as her cat ears twitched and swiveled at the sound of a loud moaning. Twisting on her heel around a corner, Vista slapped the door release and strode into the lounge where she heard the moan.
"Oh! Vista! You're awake! Just in time! Listen, could you help deal with Shadow Stalker, she's being a little needy and I kinda want to give some attention to-"
Missy Biron didn't listen any further as she walked straight up to Taylor Hebert and smashed her fist into her surprised face.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Amelia / Amy
(Автор: CptTagon)
Amelia smiled to herself. Life was going very well. So much better than life as that boring prude, Amy. That mix-up between dear, sweet Vicky's aura, and her own experiments had been the best thing to ever happen to her. After that mess at the bank, Amelia had come into her own, and slipped away as soon as she could to be by herself. And lo and behold, that little spider-girl Skitter had come calling, trying to apologize. Well, Amelia was gracious enough to let her apologize, eventually. Then she had pretty little Taylor, lead her, bow-legged, back to her band of thieves. It had been a bit tense, getting all of them, but now they were all properly serving her.
Amelia looked around her new domain. The decorating scheme was fairly nice, and she didn't have any strong preferences one way or another on how something should look. Keep it the way it is, she decided; maybe add some restraint bars or something. She turned her attention back to the show happening in front of the big-screen TV.
That smug bitch Lisa was on all fours, facing Amelia. The burly Rachel was kneeling over her, holding her thighs apart so Gru— Brian, need to learn their names. Or give them new ones, whatever works— Brian could fuck the blonde's pussy. Rachel flicked her newly-acquired bright red hair over her shoulder. That was the only physical change Amelia had made yet to those three, so that she could easily tell them apart.
Of course, she already had plans on how else to change them. All five were already addicted to her, obviously, but she still wanted to change them even more, mentally and physically. Maybe browse the Internet for some ideas. But for now, it was time to watch the show.
Brian kept on screwing Lisa, the squelching sounds made by his black cock slamming in and out of her sopping pussy almost drowned out by the occasional slaps Rachel delivered to her rear. Underneath it all was the steady moaning of Lisa as she was fucked raw. She had confessed to Amelia that she had never had sex before, so Amelia decided to give her the opportunity, by hitting her with a massive wave of lust, and pointing her at Brian. The little tart had actually resisted what her body was telling her to do for so long, that Amelia finally decided to have Rachel hold her down so Brian could fuck her. But as soon as his thick cock prodded her pussy, Lisa's resistance to Amelia's generosity had crumbled. Now she was moaning like, hah, a bitch in heat.
Rachel leaned in to kiss Brian, and he raised a hand off Lisa's hips to start kneading her large, heavy breasts. The dog girl grunted as Brian squeezed her nipple, and shuffled closer to him. Amelia admired the muscle on both of them. Maybe she should tighten up Rachel's body even more, and have the two of them tag-team the newly feminine Taylor.
The blonde bitch's arms gave out, and her front collapsed to the floor, which caused her ass to too be raised a bit higher up. This seemed to encourage her former leader even more. Watching Lisa's flushed face contort as Brian picked up the pace, Amelia slipped a hand down her miniskirt. This is so much better than just jilling off to Vicky's picture. Hell, I could even turn one of them into Vicky, screw her six ways to Sunday! Her fingers worked their way down, sliding down her newly shaved skin, and reaching her own pussy. She was already wet, and slipped a finger in easily, the rest circling her lips.
Before Amelia could really get into it, a movement in the corner caught her eye. Regent was standing there. Alec, although after Amelia's changes, Alyx was probably a better name now, was quivering in the corner. Upon seeing him with the mask off, Amelia was struck by how pretty he was. Remembering a conversation Amy had overheard, about the fetish of one of the doctors at the hospital, she decided to see for herself what it would look like. And she was very pleased with the results.
Now dear Alyx was forced to stand upright, with her long black hair bouncing on her shoulders, while her B-cup breasts did some interesting shaking of their own. Down between her legs, her little one-inch penis was hard and straining against the red silk bow tied around it. Amelia knew that if she turned Alyx around, she would see the blue vibrating dildo coming out of her nicely curved ass. Maybe after Brian's done teaching Tattletale a lesson, I'll have him fuck Alyx. Yeah, some trash talk about how pathetic her dick is, and how she's only good for servicing real men. Oh! And then give the girls dicks and have a gangbang with her. At the thought of that, Amelia redoubled her efforts, sawing two fingers on and out of her pussy. As she pressed her thumb down against her clit, she could feel herself start to gush, and knew she was about to cum.
Before she could do so, however, there was some pressure against her hand. Looking away from her art piece, she saw Queen Bee nudging against her lower body. On the way to the Undersiders loft, Amelia had decided Skitter wasn't nearly the right name for Taylor, and had given her a new one, and the body to match. Now, the insect Master had black casing running up and down her limbs, and a mental compulsion to only move around on all fours. Amelia had also changed her skin tone to bright yellow, and added some extremely sensitive bee feelers to her forehead.
"Oh, so the bee wants some honey, eh? Well," Amelia spread her thighs, "go right ahead." Amelia scooted forward on the couch, and wrapped her thighs around Bee's head. All her new servants were addicted to her, of course, but Taylor was going to be a special case. After all, she had held a knife to Amelia's throat. She was going to be a long time working that off.
