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  1. Warning! This chapter is dark and deeply disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. Chapter 7: All Things Must Come to an End Morning. I woke up feeling very strange today. I had the weirdest dream last night. No it wasn't a dirty one, surprisingly enough. It's one of those things where I know it was extremely bizarre... and yet I cannot remember a moment of it. So frustrating. Like a piece of the puzzle that doesn't quite fit or an adorable bra that's the wrong size. Anyway, today is Saturday July 19th. You may wonder why I'm being so formal. Well, I thought I would just explain some things today, since Jason and I have finally worked out some sorta schedule that we plan on starting off tomorrow with. What? That's boring? So true. But I'd thought I'd mention it anyway. Not really sure why now that I think about it. Oh well... lets get started with the mostly exposition chapter, I'm sure it'll be interesting, probably. Tuesdays and Thursdays, we are gonna train with each other and spar in combat with none of our Reaper abilities turned on. That last monster encounter showed both of us that our swordplay is god awful. Like shit tier bad. So hopefully, with some practice and online video tutorials we can change that, in time. Mondays and Wednesdays we'd spend looting stuff we need which could be anything from clothing to food to weapons to dildos- I mean fuel. Fridays we will take the time to like clean the base up and stuff, that was the plan at least. I didn't like the sound of that but whatever. Saturdays would be the day we had to ourselves. We could spend it doing whatever we wanted on individual tasks or recreation. Jason and I were already planning our separate activities for that day but I'll get more into that later. Sundays well, you could guess what Sundays would be. Sunday worship, duh. Meaning that Jason and I would kneel before each other all day and have a date/fuck day. If I'm being completely honest we'll probably make love during most of our training and looting days as well but you know, who knows. And that... was supposed to be our plans for the next six months or until the winter came or whatever. Which, winter in the desert, is really just cold... not much rain as usual but cold as hell. At least it was for me ok? I've never seen snow except like on TV or that fake cotton stuff whenever Santa came to the mall. Neither of which were real. Sorry to burst your bladder but Mr. and Mrs. Claus are a lie. Apologies for ruining your life. As I said, we had a plan. But we didn't know it'd only last like a week in a half before it fell through, which we will get to. Anywho... I guess the first eventful thing I can talk about is the first Saturday on the new daily docket, the 26th. Phew, almost had another lame ass Christmas jokes just write itself. Dodged a bullet there. Well on that day, Jason took off early in the morning. He said he wanted to fish in the river to see if he could catch something. I didn't even know he had a rod. Insert penis joke here. I guess him and his alcoholic father went on fishing trips in the now aptly named Piss Truck. Hehehe. He took a portable radio walkie talkie with him so we could still keep in contact if we needed to. But yeah I guess if we're gonna do some kinda hunting in this fucking city... the river would be our best bet at some kind of fresh meat. As for myself, I decided to reorganize one of the abandoned classrooms into a recreational kind of room. I had Jason help me yesterday on our cleaning day to clear it out and he moved some stuff in here for me... now it was up to me to put it all together. I put a media stand along one wall and plopped a TV on top. It's not a very big one since I couldn't lift it but you know, big enough, almost 40 inches. I hook up a PS3 to it, along with a DVD player. I spend like 45 minutes dragging an ugly ass green couch from the teacher's lounge into my makeshift girlcave. I tear down a bunch of ugly ass educational posters and replace them with my own that I looted from my bedroom all those weeks ago. They're kind of crumply and torn but I don't care, it's nice to see them hung up again. A reminder of... a different time. Anyway I spend like an hour playing Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. After that I get kinda bored. Oh well. These games can only get better with time right? Or I guess they would have but the invasion happened. Welp. I read some manga that I looted from a book store, about some magical fairy girl name Futsu learning how to be brave and better at love. It sounds corny as hell when I say it out loud but it's actually funny and cute. I like it. No, I'm not gonna write a Futsu spinoff fanfiction where she fights ogres on mars no matter how much you want to read that... although actually... nah nope shitty idea. After reading for a couple hours I decide to watch some random porno from a DVD. I've never seen porn before or at least not alot until recently so... yeah. It was a kinky one where an evil medieval warlord kept slaves in his underground sex dungeon. The roleplay for this was unreal and the acting and video quality were ass... but a couple of the sex scenes were quite nether warming. I enjoyed masturbating to one scene and pissing on the couch afterwards, that felt great. What you want me to go into more explicit detail? Sorry can't. I don't have time for sex scenes right now, need more plot in this chapter. Go read the earlier ones if you need a wank or a rub you filthy animal you. In the evening, Jason comes back home with like four decent sized fish. I'm very surprised. We enjoy a nice warm meal on the fire once again and have a great evening together. On Sunday we had our date and you know, buttfucked and pissed on each other, the usual. Yay more buttstuff! I'm always down for that day or night. We thought this rather nice life in this horrible fucking place would go on for a long while and that we'd have anal sex all the time... but we were wrong. *** On Wednesday, we went to loot further south in the city than we ever have before. And yes I meant literally, not sexually. I just can't stop can I? I should mention that it's been weeks since we've seen a single Sentinel. The last ones we saw were... the day we got trapped underground. Huh. Odd. Anyways, on our way to scout out new buildings for possible loot... we came across something just off of a major road and in a nearby ditch of sorts. A massive crudely dug tunnel that seemed like it was the entrance to hell or something. We both knew what this was... judging from all the skeletons and dried blood around. We couldn't even see the sidewalk that should have been beneath our boots, the foul soil around the burrow was covering it too well. Clearly this had been here for a while... we just hadn't been here to see it yet. "This... is this where all the mutant monster fuckfaces have been coming from?" I ask what we already kind of know. "Judging from it's size and all the nasty scents of viscera in the air... probably." Jason replies with a glint of regret. We each take a handgun that we barely know how to use and a short sword that we've only had three separate days of practice with. Well we sparred with wooden ones but damn it feels a lot different in terms of... everything like weight and balance and shit. "Why're we taking the shorter swords?" I tilt my head in mild confusion. "Because in a tight underground space, longer swords can easily get nicked on the walls and prevent us from swinging them with our full strength." Jason explains. Oh. Duh. I'm an idiot. Of course that makes sense. We take about 4 cans of food with us each along with a generous amount of water. We don't know how deep this tunnel goes but if there's a way to stop the influx of monsters from coming out we've got to find it. "Can't we just collapse the filthy entrance and be done with this?" I practically beg as try to weasel my way out of this. "The creatures could just dig themselves out another hole, clearly. We've gotta kill whatever or whoever is breeding these fuckers. I don't wanna go underground again either but we don't have a choice. Unless you wanna go back home and let me do this on my own." "Not a chance fuckface." I reply bitterly and with some kind of twisted affection. "I'm coming with you." We both make sure our weapons and gear are ready to go. Besides the short swords, Jason takes an axe and a military knife. I strap a couple small blades to my belt as well. He also brings some rope in case we need it. We both have several flashlights so unless divine intervention happens we should hopefully be good on that front. We're both wearing makeshift body armor, which is basically just shoulder and knee pads stitched to a slightly reinforced jacket and cargo pants. We don't have much else for protection, not even any condoms. Ahem, anyways, after that I drop my pants and we both piss for like a good minute or two, nothing kinky I swear. We then bite the metaphorical bullet and begin to make our descent into the creepy ass cave. Not really a cave... more like Satan's rotting butthole my god it smells awful. Like imagine the worst shit you've ever dumped and multiply that by like twelve, maybe thirteen. It's so fucking bad that my eyes water constantly and I have to keep rubbing them in order to see clearly. As I feel along the inner walls of the Devil's vaginal canal I occasionally feel a loose bone or piece of gooey flesh. Fucking nasty. After like ten minutes, the worst of the worst smells die down... but the aroma is still thick... like several dozen rodent babies died in here and then had an undead orgy. Fuck I hate this. Remember what Jason was talking about earlier when he said we don't wanna come back underground? Ughh. I can barely see shit even if it walked in here wearing a dress. It's been only like thirty minutes since we made our way down into this tunnel and I already regret it. The prolific stench is so strong that I'm starting to feel a bit woozy from breathing it in. And the ground is getting sloppier and filthier. I'm glad I'm wearing my thick leather boots right now or else this would be so much worse for my feet. Suddenly, the mushiness starts to end, even if slowly. After about twenty minutes we've gone from gross mud to dry arid turds, great. About an hour after that we've finally come across our destination... a metallic mostly circular hole in the wall. It's lit up and there's electricity here inside whatever this facility is. What?! Did we just stumble into a Resident Evil porno parody or something? Was that in the script? I'm not... seeing it here. Oh no wait there it is. Fuck my life this is creepy. Jason and I decide that it's a good time to rest a tinch and chomp down on some nourishment, so we do. At least the pudginess of the nasty smells has gone from like an eleven to about a four so it's not too bad anymore. We finish eating, cast the cans the fuck away and make our way through the secret bunker as I follow Jason closely, he's the navigation "expert" afterall. The first room we come across is filled with a bunch of dry bones. Some old iron bars... a cell of some kind? A huge fucking hole in the ground leads out of it and goes to god only knows where. The second room was nothing but more of the same, except the bones were more fresh and covered in dried blood. But after another half hour we hit the jackpot. We enter what looks to be a lab. All kinds of medical equipment and shit is spread everywhere. There's even huge canisters full of bubbly liquid with sleeping... or perhaps dead monsters inside oh god, just like in those old horror movies you used to see. This was no film though. Also it smells. Really fucking bad. Like piss and shit. In fact, we notice that there is old caked piss around floor grates that lead to.. who knows what... and there's also a bunch of old turds piles scattered about. When I point this out to Jason I'm pretty sure he steps in one without noticing. "Fucking shit." He scoffs. "Don't fuck shit, it's bad for your health." I tease as I laugh slightly. Nice to have some amusement around here. "When we get outta here I'm tossing all this clothing out in some random dumpster and never touching it again." Jason growls, still clearly annoyed. "I'm with you there." I sigh and shake my head. "Clearly someone is still pissing and shitting here. Fucker is clearly still... working on these mutants." Jason takes his axe in his hand as I wield my short sword, we're ready to fight if anything tries to take us by surprise. There are a couple more cages and some other rooms that we go into until we come to a big one at the end of the hall. We pass by alot less excrement, I guess whoever lives here mostly just shits in the first room we came in. Lovely. As we open the next passageway we see what appears to be a laboratory table. Dozens upon dozens of vials of a faintly glowing red liquid sit on and around it. Some are full, others are empty but most are somewhere in between. Whatever this fluid is, it's clearly being produced here somehow. There's also a large steel box sitting beside them, probably full of it. A few dozen feet away there is a huge hallway that leads deeper into the facility, the lights are bright in this room and aren't faded at all unlike the ones we've seen before. The entire area is quite clean for how disgusting the rest of this place is, minus the scattered marrow and occasional small tunnels in the walls of course. "We must be getting closer." Jason comments. "Let's keep going." We leave the area and move on deeper into the base, making sure not to step on any cast away bones that might have fallen. After we've walked far enough we enter a much smaller room with a single metal door at the end of the hallway. Someone can clearly be heard now, they have to be just on the other side of this entryway. As we approach... it slowly slides open. Inside is an older male rat surrounded by his lab equipment. He's distilling and mixing the same liquid we saw before, it glows pink before it slowly turns itself into a deep red color as it mixes itself up. He looks over at us and doesn't look surprised in the least. His eyes are each a different color. One is red the other one is pink. "About time you intruders got here. I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost." He speaks in a high pitched and sickly voice. "I guess you're here to kill me. Met a few of my pets on the outside that pissed you off hmm?" 'This anthro is a flawed Reaper!' My AI Core basically shouts at me, I'm sure Jason's has done the same thing. 'Be careful he's highly dangerous! He's an enemy of The Creators! The usual laws of us killing Reapers don't apply to imperfect failures. Kill him now!' Jason runs at him extremely quickly with his axe as he yells wildly. What the hell is he thinking?! "Shame that you don't wanna talk." The rat says in an annoyed tone. "No matter, you'll be useful for my research anyways." Our enemy holds out his right hand and within an instant a surge of lightning hits Jason dead center in the chest. He's sent flying into a wall as it cracks around his broken body. "JASON!" I yell, still haven't moved yet. The rat looks at me and practically smiles. "Hmm... you are both Reapers hmm? I honestly never thought I'd meet more of you." I try to hold up my sword but my hand is shaking too much. I can't move my legs, I'm too scared. Dammit Vaine! Move your ass girl! This guy is super strong... He knocked Jason out of the fight almost instantly. So what am I supposed to do? "I have to say you are a very pretty young lady." The rat looks me over, pretty sure in a perverted manner. "How would you like to be my assistant in the lab? Plenty of grown food and natural security here. You'd have a good life with me." My hands are still frozen, but I manage to force them down and grab the hilt of my short sword. "Oh please, come on you know you want it." He laughs maniacally. "I'm so much older and... experienced than you. Although my toilets clogged long ago so you'd have to shit in rooms far from our living space, like I do. Afraid the showers no longer work either but no matter, you'll get used to the smells pretty quickly." "Shut the fuck up!" I growl back at him. He just laughs more as he raises his arms to his sides. "What is this?" He asks. "You can't even attempt to touch me with your weapon? Are you really that weak?" Anger courses through my veins. This guy is almost exactly like Jason. Haughty and insane. Both of them look down on me and consider me to be beneath them. I'm reminded of why I hate both of them... why do I like Jason again? Oh right penis. Durr. "No matter... I'm so close to discovering how to break The Creator's control over us..." He rambles. "Once I do... we can be the ones in charge." My mind goes from anger to curiosity in an instant. "What- What are you talking about?" I stammer. "Oh dear I've said too much." The pisswater creep suddenly frowns. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave here again, least not until my research is complete. Don't worry, you won't be in a cage like your friend uhh Jason will be. I should be able to crack this puzzle before I break him open completely." I glare at him. "You two should get married. Like two peas in a fucking pod you guys are." "Oh?" The rodent smirks slightly again. "He insults and bullies you and you somehow find that attractive? Interesting. Not surprising though... the conversion process for sure fucks with our original personalities." "I have no idea what you're talking about." I say aloud as I manage to take a few steps forward. How the fuck did he know what I like? The fuck? "Of course you don't. No matter." The parasite looks dead serious again. "Time to end our little scuffle I guess." The flawed Reaper slowly moves forward. His hand is still held up and is glowing faintly blue again, I have a feeling I know what his plan is going to be. But I get one as well. I don't like it but I don't have any other options. "You should just submit to me." He taunts me and cackles. "It'll all go easier that way. I don't really want to hurt you, it's just so easy sometimes. You're really pretty... we could have so much fun together." I hold my sword up in front of my chest, trying not to flinch as I move to the side. I need to get closer. If he hits me now... I'm screwed. I have to keep him talking... the longer he's distracted the better. "Oh yeah? You know... I've had abit of time to think about it and..." I suddenly change my tone, I hate myself for doing this. He raises an eyebrow at me as I pull off my jacket and shirt, revealing my black bra underneath them. And I do mean reveal. Jason would love how tight it hugs my tits. I walk around in front of the smelly sewer-born scientist, trying to be as seductive as possible with my steps without going overboard. This is so stupid. I shouldn't be here... but Jason had to go and lose the fight within seconds so... I don't have a choice if I want to live and be free from this lowlife piece of shit. My eyes are glued on his eyes as I continue stripping. I unbutton my pants and let them fall to the floor, showing off my black panties. He can't even look away from my figure long enough to blink. "You want me to let my guard down so you have a chance to stab my guts out huh? Such a basic primitive brained plan, which I should expect coming from a woman." He sneers. "Well it's not going to work... no matter how fucking attractive you are." I toss my sword towards the fucker casually and it clatters near his foot. "I don't wanna kill you." I lie. "I'm way too curious about how your tongue would feel on my anus for that." His eyes widen in surprise and he takes a step back. "You're actually going to..." I take one more step forward and then another. I basically force him to sit down with his back against a cabinet by getting very close to him. His bodyheat is so musky and gross. He smells like he hasn't showered for weeks. HIs clothes may be clean but he's filthy as hell. Gah I fucking hate this so much. I turn my rear end to his face and press my asscheeks against his mouth. He just sits there and laughs, unaware of the fact that he just lost. If he didn't underestimate me like the sexist prick he seems to be, he may have been on his guard more. But my sexually stunning body worked out in my favor this time. With a loud grunt I turn on my Toxic Flatulence skill and squeeze my inner colon muscles together with all my might. A large fart exits my butthole and blasts the fucking rat in his pathetic rotten face. He screams in agony as he claws at the air blindly trying to grab me but I've already rolled away towards my sword. His face is completely inflamed from the toxic poisonous gas and his eyes are pretty fucked up but he's healing. In about five seconds he'll be able to see me again and strike me down easily. "You fucking bitch ass cunt! I'll fucking end you!" He screeches as he blasts lightning around wildly, missing me each and every time. Guess unless he aims it correctly it's a useless skill. "Oh dear what am I to do with you?" I say rather playfully as my panties hang around my hips loosely from the anal impact they encountered. "Game over." I jam the blade deep into his neck. He tries to resist but he cannot. I push it in until I sever his brain stem and he goes limp. I go over to Jason's body. He's pretty fucked up, his head impaled on a wall. But I can peel him off later once I take what's mine. I grab his discarded axe and walk back to the ratfuck's body. I swing at his chest over and over again, looking for his core. As I'm doing this it only now hits me that my most dangerous foe I've faced so far... was indirectly killed by my butt fart. Please don't put that on mugs and hoodies and... bumper stickers. Thankfully his crystal heart is right where I think it is, although unlike mine, his is not glowing faintly at all, like it's been turned off or something. 'This anthro lost his connection to The Creators and therefore his life functions are forfeit. We can safely eat his core without punishment.' I'm very nervous, like when I lost my virginity. But this is worse. I have no idea how my body will react to such a large influx of souls at once. My Soul Energy Resistance ability is level 3 but that may not be enough. Oh well. I want this power... I need it more than Jason does. Risk it for the biscuit I guess. I take a deep breath as I force the core down my throat. Within seconds I feel an agonizing burning sensation and I collapse onto the ground on my knees and hands. I try to scream but I cannot. Suddenly my entire body is engulfed in a dark red flame and I can no longer feel anything except the intense heat. My panties and bra are burned to a crisp, as is the rodent's blood splatter on my skin and fur. Fuck! Dammit oh my god this is the worst pain ever! Shit fuck! My singed furcoat melts off of me. I can see huge clumps of it fall to the ground along with chunks of my peeled flesh. This is it. This is how I'm actually going to die. I'm ignited for like ten more seconds which feels like an eternity... and then the fire suddenly stops. I finally manage to cry out in an agonizing scream as my charred body howls with pain from every conceivable angle. My body fully regenerates within about thirty to forty seconds as the pain slowly eases and then vanishes within that timeframe. Holy hell that was awful. I never thought pain could get that bad. I'm surprised I stayed conscious if I'm being blunt. And now I'm naked away from home, again. Bad habit I know. '52658 SP gained.' Holy shit... so that's how painful fifty two thousand souls is? Damn man. If I had lower Soul Energy Resistance I'd be dead now wouldn't I? 'Yes. Probably.' Damn. Get that higher then please. Spend all the souls we can. 'Done. Soul Energy Resistance Level 7 unlocked. 989.30 SP to spare.' Do we have enough to unlock Toxic Flatulence level 2? If so, do so I guess. Save the rest of the souls for now. 'Toxic Flatulence level 2 unlocked. 23.09 SP remaining.' Damn so we're running on empty now huh? Alright. I take a big drink of water from my backpack and get dressed again. I'm going commando now since my underwear literally incinerated but lets not tell Jason ok? Kay good. I unimpale him from the wall and his wounds heal up almost instantly, like within four or five seconds he opens his eyes again. Damn mate why the rush? He coughs up blood and spit as he reorients himself. "Don't worry, the rat bastard is dead." I comfort Jason without touching him. "We can leave now. I suppose there may still be some loose beasts out there in the city but I've killed their maker so... no more will spawn." He doesn't respond, instead he rummages through his supplies and takes a big gulp of water as well, coughing more afterwards. "You ok?" I ask, unsure if he'll say anything. "I'm fine." He grunts after about ten seconds of silence. "Just need a minute... I'm baffled that you beat him while I was unconscious." "Yeah..." I say in a low voice. "He thought he could easily me because I'm a girl. You and him had that in common." Jason looks down at the floor. "It's just hard for me to comprehend that I lost a fight so quickly. I'm done with underestimating my foes. That's a bad habit that I need to break quickly. Did he say anything to you?" "No." I lie again. "Just the usual evil doctor crap of cleansing the world for the next stage of evolution or some shit, I wasn't really listening to his rambling." Without much else to say, we left the lab. It took us about an hour in a half because we were so tired but yeah. I pissed my pants twice and didn't really enjoy it. Pretty sure Jason did at least once as well but that may just be my lingering post-bathroom scent playing tricks with my brain. When we finally got to the surface the sun was low on the western horizon. We had a meal, our second of the day and stripped off our filthy clothes and just left them on the side of the road. Jason didn't question where my underwear vanished to, he may not have even noticed. Neither of us were in the mood for the hippy-hippy bang bang so Jason just drove us straight home. We went to bed after a few hours of silence. We also enjoyed a nice and satisfying evening urination and we were relieved in more ways than one. The monster threat... was over. No more could be made. Least we hoped that was the case. Regardless the next day the 31st... everything would change forever. That's not an exaggeration. *** That morning was pretty much the same as always. We got up, cleaned ourselves up the best we could with spare water we transported from the river and got dressed. Today was Thursday so, it was a day we planned for combat training. However, right after our morning meal, we saw three Sentinels walk up... or float up rather, to us. These were the first ones we'd seen in over a month so... we were pretty surprised. As I said months ago, these things kind of looked like Velociraptors... with scorpion tails. Well they still do but now they have no legs. They're simply flying through the air I think, very close to the ground sure, but hovering. If one looks closely enough at their bottom parts you can see like near invisible pulses of silent energy that are keeping them upright somehow. But anyways. "Jason and Vaine." One of them spoke in a generic monotone robot voice. "Please come with us. The Creator requests your presence." I didn't even know these chunk of bolts could talk! What in the pickle dicks is going on?! A small white egg shaped... space pod thingy lands beside them, almost as quietly as a hummingbird flapping its wings. A small curved rectangular hatch opens up in the front of it. It wouldn't be out of place in a Men In Black movie, like those uncomfortable seats that Will Smith had to sit in during those written tests? Yeah like those, only bigger. Anyway... there is just enough room for me and Jason to sit side by side, facing each other. So we do as we're told and get inside. Almost as soon as my ass touches the cushions, we take off effortlessly and are flying rapidly through the air. I don't feel any turbulence or anything it's very strange. We land within a minute and since the only window is attached to the hatch, we didn't see what was outside until it opens. The red Sentinel spaceship... has landed on the ground. And there's a brand new massive building beside it, like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. It looks like a gigantic football stadium or something from the outside but that's not even an ideal way to describe it. It's almost entirely white and silver as the metal reflects the sunlight very well. I'd say it looks... pretty? So much so that I can't look at it for too long. We're led to an area near the entrance of the ship which is still closed by the way. We see like some kind of circular metallic pedestals on the ground. Jason counts thirteen of them. The Sentinels instruct us to stand on top of one of them, so we do. We're then told to wait for the others and that they won't be long. Okay? But what are we doing here? I still don't understand... other than the fact that there's probably eleven other Reaper recruits that are on their way here to meet the same Creator we are? Maybe? I don't know. Surely enough within like ten minutes, more pods start showing up. I'm glad I peed before coming here. As the other Reapers arrive, I notice that they range in age from very young to old and they're mostly male. I assume they're from other areas of the country that the Sentinels invaded but I couldn't tell you for certain. By the time all thirteen of us arrive about an hour later, there's four women and nine men. Sausage fest anyone? Anyways, some of us talk, most of us do not. I'm one of the ones who don't, although Jason gets chatty with someone beside us, a big fucking bulky male bear with dark brown fur and bright red long hair. He's super tall, I think he said he's 7'6" which damn, would make him almost two feet taller than me like holy shit balls. Regardless once we're all here, we're told to politely shut the fuck up and everyone quiets down, even the young pup here who can't be more than eight or nine years old does so. We all orient ourselves towards the ship's massive ass door and it slowly slides open. This is it. Finally something is happening. The interior of the ship is full of various shades of red. An older looking alien dressed in what looks like a fancy dragonscale business suit... walks out. He has pure white hair and his eyes practically glow blue. My first thought was that he was so ugly... and not an anthro at all. My second thought was oh shit can he read my mind? 'No. Hush. Be respectful to our lord and god.' Oh ok phew... dodged a permadeath there. He looks at all of us and smiles lightly. "Welcome my Reaper recruits." He speaks in a strong authoritative and yet soft-spoken voice. "It's nice to finally see you all face to face. I am your Father and your Creator, you may refer to me as either one if you so wish. The thirteen of you before me here today have done well to survive this far. This is the most we've gotten out of a single primitive world's singular country so, you all should be very proud of that." His words should sound condescending but they're somehow not, he seems to be perfectly genuine. "The building we've constructed here has taken our Theta Sentinels three in a half months to build. It'll be your home for the next year as you train directly under my guidance. We'll talk about it more in a bit. I realize that almost all of you don't know each other. You needed not worry though, we'll all be a family soon enough. Everyone just has two more trials to overcome." A single Sentinel holding a sleek white briefcase walks up to Father. He opens it once the robot positions it horizontally. Inside are several vials of a deep blue liquid. He takes one of them and holds it in front of him. "Your first major test is to drink this serum. It has been painstakingly prepared for you all for this day." Our Overlord explains. "Who would like to go first?" "I will!" The young wolf boy enthusiastically shouts. "Kyla, alright." Father smiles warmly as he walks up to him and hands him the vial. "Be sure to drink it all in one go now." The young boy nods hyperactively. Father steps away as he gulps it down quickly. Within a second the boys expression changes from pure joy... to horrifying terror. He screams loudly as his body is engulfed in an intense red light and he melts away almost instantly, only thing left of him is a bubbling crimson mess on the pedestal that he once stood on. Some of us look over in shock, others just scoff while a few laugh. Myself... I keep a neutral face but inside... I'm fucking terrified. "What the hell?!" One of the three other female Reaper's yells, a alligator woman I think. Maybe she's a crocodile I can never tell the difference at a glance. "He simply failed the test." Father looks at her sadly. "It is disappointing but it happens." "Fuck this!" She shouts wildly as she steps off her pedestal and begins to walk away. "I'm out." "Shame." Father states with a hint of sorrow as another anthro follows her. Within an instant, both of their chests collapse in on themselves like some kind of miniscule microscopic blackhole was triggered inside of them and the remains of their limbs fall onto the concrete. Oh god. We're down to ten of us now. "That was... unsightly I apologize." Our Creator speaks to all of us again. "They didn't leave me any choice in the matter." He holds up another dose. "Who's next?" Jason says he'll take it, so within like ten seconds he does so. As he takes it inside the ass I mean his mouth... nothing happens. Not a damn thing. He looks over at me with that shit-eating grin of his. Dammit. "Good. That's how it's supposed to go." Father nods his head with approval. "Next one please." One by one everyone tries to take the concoction. Only one more anthro dies instantly, a few of them cough loudly and spit up loads of blood and mucus but they live. The rest seem to have no issues. The last vial.. is for me... the thirteenth, I mean eleventh, one. I almost died yesterday from too much soul consumption and yet here we go again. Oh boy. I have to hope that Soul Energy Resistance Level 7 is enough to for me to survive. If not... guess I finally go to whatever afterlife exists. Or I just float lifelessly in the void of space who the fuck knows. I really don't want to find out. "Vaine. Here you go." My Creator speaks to me directly for the first time. "You can do it. I have faith in you." I blush for some reason as he speaks to me. My anti-social behavior is back in full force. "Thank you Father." I reply as I take the small phial into my hand. Ok... here we go. I quaff it down in one go. Instantly I feel a burning sensation deep within my chest. Oh shit please not now. I spit up blood, alot of it. My head hurts like a mothertrucker and I go down onto one knee. I feel like I'm going to explode as my vision turns red. However, within the next I dunno, five or ten seconds the horrific interior heat stops and my headache goes away. I manage to stand up on my own. '100,000 souls consumed.' Phew... I did it. Wait... one hundred thousand?! Damn mate. "Good." Our god states as he walks back to his original position. "You will use those souls for something later, hold onto them for now. There are nine of you left. While that's not ideal, a few losses are sadly expected. We will move onto the second and final test. Vaine would you like to go first, since you went last for the initial one?" No way fuck I don't wanna. "Sure..." I blurt out. Way to go girl. Nice going. "Excellent. Please follow the Theta Sentinel into the building and go into the room your instructed to go to. You'll know what to do once you are there." Father gets to the point rather quickly. I follow the Sentinel that seemed to pop up out of nowhere, leaving everyone else behind to stand around awkwardly. We enter a small door in the side of the building. Within a minute, no joke, it leads me into a small gray room. What I see greatly surprises me. Both of my parent's... wearing filthy tattered clothes... are on their knees. Their hands are bound behind their backs. There's an end table that stands like four feet off of the ground right next to the door, with a pistol the on top of it. The room has nothing else in it. My parents look up at me and are extremely surprised to see my face. "Vaine?" My mother peeps out through bloodshot tear strewn eyes. "Is... is that you?" I don't reply. I simply look at her... so pitiful looking. "We... we thought... you were dead. How'd you survive? We- were you captured too?" Mother continues to ramble. So annoying. "Does she look like she's their prisoner you stupid bitch?" My father looks at his wife with hatred. He doesn't sound like he used to at all. He used to be a rather calm loving husband. Shame. I guess being imprisoned broke him in a completely different way. I grab the pistol from it's pedestal and hold it in my hands. It's lighter than most I've held at Jason's base and it's freezing cold to the touch. "Please don't do this! We're sorry!" Mom pleads desperately to me. "Sorry for what?" I state rather emotionlessly. Mother was going to answer me but my father speaks with a quiet, angry tone. "Vaine... you have always been so... selfish... but this..." I snarl, the hatred rising within me. "What is wrong with you? You can't even talk to me properly without insulting me?" "Dear, listen to him... please... please don't." Mother pleads again as I aim the pistol at them both. "You've changed... but you're still our daughter... please..." "Any daughter who's killed anthros is no child of mine." My father states bitterly. "Our old life is over... aliens attacked and killed everyone and our daughter died the day we were captured. You are just a fucking parasite living inside our teenager's skin. You're not her." The gun trembles slightly in my grip. I take a deep breath. I want to kill them both so badly. Dominate... Power... Control... "I am fucking Vaine!" I yell at them. "I'm am me and I'll kill every single person who denies my existence!" Father simply scoffs while my mother is horrified. I pull the trigger twice and he falls over dead while my mother just screams. So loud... good lord. I shoot her three or four times and she slowly chokes on her own blood before her body stops quivering. Good. I drop the weapon and I'm led out into a waiting room of sorts. There is a high tech monitor that I've never seen before that is showing The Creator and the eight remaining Reapers in real time outside. "Vaine passed." Father states. "Who wants to go next?" "Is there any reason why we can't do this exam or test thing all at once?" Some young pink cat lady is complaining. What a bitch. "No, but this is how I've set it up." He retorts and I let out a snorting chuckle. Get owned you fucking cunt you. "I'll go." A big silver gorilla with short white dignified hair speaks up. "Ahh Toshia, very well then. Good luck." Was all that Father had to say. Within two minutes and after two distinct gunshots the great ape joins me in the waiting room. He sits a few chairs away from me without so much as a hello. "That was quick." I managed to mutter. "I'm Vaine... Vaine Steele." "It was the logical outcome." He states calmly. "Toshia. Toshia Kamagst is my name. Although I usually prefer just T. I usually address people by the first letter in their name, so I'll call you V if that's alright with you." I kinda like that. "Sure." I reply rather warmly. "That's fine." "Glad we could come to a quick agreement." Toshia replies with a slight smile. We don't say much else. All we really do is sit around, watch the monitor and listen for gunshots. The next anthro who walked in isn't even worth mentioning. Because he failed somehow and we heard him and his former loved ones screaming like they were being torn apart by some kind of saws or something. Down to eight of us now. The next one to go in was the old lady, a thick badger woman. We heard loud shrilling high-pitched screams before three or four shots went off. It sounded like they were kids, oof. She sits down between me and Toshia. Her face looks rather neutral and I can't really read it. I don't really know what to say so I just blurt out something. "Grandkids?" I ask. She simply nods. "They'll have a chance in their next reincarnations. This world wasn't meant for them sadly." A religious granny nutcase hmm? Figures. Just someone else who'll hate me for my evil heavy metal music I guess. We introduced ourselves to each other. I learned her name was Sorcha Hansal and that she was a Taoist of some sort. I didn't pay much attention after that. Toshia mentioned that religion had some health benefits but he was polite and didn't piss all over it. Speaking of which I gotta pee. I can easily hold it though. I learned that T has a surprising amount of knowledge. All in all, once all the tests were done, seven of us remained. Me, Jason, Toshia, Sorcha, pink cunt cat lady, a dark blue raccoon who was mostly silent and of course the giant fucking manbear who I later learned was named Axel. I'll get more into details on them later I'm sure. Once we were all in the room we were led into a large circular elevator which seems to take forever to descend. "Congratulations. You seven are now officially my children." Father again speaks in an authentic and dignified manner. "I know today was rather difficult for some of you. But you've moved past your initial trials and now your basic Reaper training can begin. You'll spend exactly one local year training here. On August 1st, 2009, your planet's time, you'll begin the war for peace and control on the world that you call Earth. That will be your graduation ceremony of sorts. On the last day of every month, you will all complete in a competition, a gauntlet to test your skills and abilities if you will. You'll be ranked and scored at the end of these events. Your standings at the end of the year long training will determine where you start your global conquest and how easy or hard it'll be for you to complete it." That was a lot of info to take it so he pauses for like ten seconds. We good now? Alright then. Damn my bladder is uhh, kinda yelling at me right now. "Now. Those souls I mentioned earlier. Crimson Crystalis, please use them to unlock the alchemy menu for yourselves." A new menu pops up in my HUD, simply called Alchemy. Hmm. Yeah I should have expected that... it's exactly what he said. Dammit girl hold onto your pee pee juice! "Alchemy is the greatest gift that we Creators can give to you, besides your new lives as honorable Reapers of course. This ability will allow you to deconstruct and reconstruct atoms from your environment to make virtually anything you need. It takes alot of time and dedication to learn every element, every compound in even the simplest of objects, which is why half of your training each day will be dedicated to it and learning what you want to as quickly as possible. The other half will be dedicated to ability and combat training. You'll have eight hours to sleep every night, an hour to get ready in the morning, six hours of alchemy and six hours of combat training, with two hours during that time for bathroom and other breaks. The last two hours of your day will be for personal time, during which you can make use of the countless amount of amenities and recreational activities here that you desire. We'll discuss your daily meals in a bit. Fridays will be your day off for the week. You shall have a morning meal with me and then you can spend the rest of the day as you see fit. If you want to relax or train or both, your free day is up to you. If there's something in this facility we don't have that you want, which is unlikely, then let a Theta Sentinel know and they will build it as quickly as possible." God damn another huge info dump. I gotta dump my truck right now. If my dump was urine and my truck was my pussy... fuck. "At noon today I will answer any and all questions you have for a few hours. Please take the couple hours before that time to acquaint yourselves to the basics of your new home. You each have your own personal quarters, which only you or those you give permission to can enter, besides Sentinels themselves of course. This is where you will sleep and access the internet if you so desire, as the world wide web throughout the rest of the facility is disabled for now. Ask any Theta Sentinel, who serve everyone equally, and they'll prepare a pod for you to travel anywhere you want to inside the megastructure. I'll see all of you in a couple of hours." With that he leaves the elevator and we follow closely behind. God dammit I almost pissed myself. What is wrong with me and my tiny ass bladder? 'We're probably excited at the prospect of living somewhere new, which can constrict our urethral muscles, causing us to have to urinate harder than usual.' Ok ok I didn't need an explanation. I get it. Everyone scatters very quickly going this way and that, they leave me behind. "Does Vaine need anything?" A Theta Sentinel sneaks up on me and nearly makes me pee again. "Yeah uhh... please tell me my personal quarters have a... bathroom." I'm embarrassed in front of a fucking robot, get ahold of yourself V. "Of course. One moment." He beeps and boops. He wasn't lying either, within a few seconds the nearest single anthro pod comes down near us and it opens it's door to let me inside. I bounce around in my seat alot as we quickly fly through the massive complex. This place is legit just a massive underground city of sorts.. for seven Reapers... and a single Creator. Words cannot even express how grand and epic it is. I'd take the time to enjoy the sites but you know, bulging bladder. In less than a minute the pod lands and I stumble out. Every one of the hundreds of doors in this long open ended half hallway looks the exact same. But in front of the entrance to my room, there's a lit sign that simply says "Vaine Steele's Personal Quarters". I look to the left and right a ways away and sure enough, I see the names of a couple other Reapers above the same bland white door. I feel an intense pounding feeling in my vagina, like it's spiking a volleyball onto the hard gym floor, and I clutch it tightly. It's really hurting now. I admit, I'm horny too but fuck I still mostly hate this. I open the door and what I see inside amazes me. The room is adorned with tall black shelves, filled to the brim with manga and heavy metal history books and a bunch of other nerdy rocky stuff. A fancy laptop is smack dab in the middle of two of them on a desk, way more advanced than any one I've seen before. Various cool looking posters are plastered on most of the walls and my bed is huge... and unkempt. Just the way I like it. I'd admire my bedroom more right now but uhh, pretty sure I just pissed myself a little bit. Shit. In the one back corner I see another sliding door. I approach it and walk into my bathroom. I'm greeted with a full oblong hot tub, a huge display monitor that's mimicking a sci-fi city balcony... and a round toilet that seems impossible to sit on without falling in. Seriously? Do the Creators know about my sexual kinks?! 'No. But they can see our list of abilities whenever they want to. Probably assumes you'd just prefer standing up to pee and since you don't have to poop, we don't need a toilet to sit down on. The bedroom has been catered to what Father assumes are our personal tastes, while the bathroom is more generic and is just meant to be relaxing and efficient.' My AI Core informs me as I moan loudly from the now intense nether pain. Fuck oh god I'm turned on so much and it's barely 10 AM. I'm reminded of how much of a freak I am as I struggle to drop my pants. I strip off my jacket and shirt first, leaving my blue bra the only thing that's covering my breasts. I'm gonna piss myself soon oh god oh shit. I try to hold it but fuck... it hurts so bad. I manage to fumble and drop my pants, but seconds later urine begins to come out of me in full force. Fuck fuck! I quickly run to the toilet as urine dribbles onto the tiles below me and I position my blue panties over the big potty drain as my piss comes out in a tidal wave. I'm moaning and crying out like crazy, it feels so good to soak my panties with pee... My aching pussy finally feels some relief. I thank it by slipping a hand into the front of my underwear and rubbing myself like crazy. I moan more as my urine forces itself out of me. Fuck I love this. After all my bladder is basically just a massive water bottle and I'm pouring myself a big cup of hot tea right now. Aaaah... yeah... dammit. The pleasure of pissing myself always gets me so worked up. I love the feeling of having wet panties cling onto my privates, like they're giving me oral in their own way. And oh how wonderful it is too feel the warmth of my piss slowly drip through the fabric and onto my inner thighs. It makes me even wetter. Once the wave of my pee subsides even though my horniness does not, I pull my dirty wet panties off and slowly sink myself into my new tub. Oh god it feels so good. I can feel myself being so thoroughly cleaned and it feels amazing. I unhook my bra and cast it onto my pile of clothes and I let my hard nipples enjoy the hot water as well. I moan with pleasure. The steam feels so good on my skin and fur. I begin to play with my clit and asshole, trying to give both of my sex holes an equal amount of self love. I slip a finger inside my anus and wiggle it around, making sure my rectum has the best cleaning possible. Oh fuck it feels amazing. I insert another one into my pussy and fidget with it too, spreading my juices throughout the warm water. My slit feels so full of joy that I cum really quickly. I moan loudly as I shoot loads of my girlcum into the... jizzcuzi? Nah... not naming it that. Oh god. It was such a strong orgasm that ripped through me I can't help but smile as my entire body quakes from the pleasure. I laugh at the thought of this being my home for the next year. I can't wait to see how much stuff I can enjoy, how many sinful delicacies I will partake in. I mean yeah I'm basically back in school and that will suck but... at least it'll be training my body to be stronger. I will be tougher than them all. I'll win the twelve competitions and be the best Reaper on Earth. They'll have to respect me then. The thought of me killing my parent's today... doesn't even enter my head. And sadly, it wouldn't for quite a long time.
  2. Chapter 4: Real Life Pokémon Are Terrifying! My entire upper body is trembling as I'm trying to aim my rifle at this monster before me. A small... but not really, cat.. dog... mutant thing with a mouth full of dark gray fangs and glowing orange-red eyes. It's ears are also very thin, being lit a reddish pink from the sunset coming down from behind it. It's fur is barely there, what is there are dark shades of brown and gray and it's skin is deathly pale, like a turd that's been baking in the sun on the sidewalk for months. Anyway... 'This is supposed to be impossible...' My inner self says but I ignore it. 'We do not understand.' I yell loudly like I'm John Rambo as I pull the trigger and spray the gun wildly. I fire off about 15 or 20 bullets I think, but only three hit the beast. Two of those tore through its head and the creature falls over dead. Phew, what a cliffhanger. Glad that's over. Yup. Completely over. Nothing else is gonna happen. Clickbaited you like a bunch of fools I did. ... 'Run. Now!' I see the creature's head begin to reform itself and regenerate, slowly but surely. "Oh shit. What the actual fuck?!" 'Don't stand here dumbfounded, just flee. Find a safe place to hide.' I grab my backpack and bat and begin to run away but the monster is basically fully healed. It snarls at me loudly and squeals that ear-piercing scream once again. I make a mad dash around the corner but I don't get far. I feel a sharp intense pain in my left leg and collapse flat onto the concrete. I look at it moments later and realize it's no longer there. Fuck fuck fuck! It hurts! It hurts so damn much! Fuck! I look at the monster and notice that it's munching on my former leg that it severed. Deeply angry and in agony while not thinking clearly I shoot at it some more. My rifle makes loud clicking sounds within two seconds. Outta ammo or jammed I don't know which. Dammit. I hit it again in the leg as it slowly... or rather not so slowly it limps towards me with furious hatred. I try to crawl away, but since my leg isn't fully regenerated yet but I can barely move. A car... I see a sealed car... like thirty feet away. Fuck. So close and yet so far right now. I throw my backpack at the fiend to try and distract it. That seems to work... for about ten seconds, giving me the time I need for my leg to basically be functional again but since it's only bone and muscle it feels like it's on fire in a hot tub of acid on crack. I stand up with my bat as a support and begin to hobble towards the car while gritting my teeth tighter than I ever have. I'm twenty feet from the vehicle now, maybe less. At this time I feel another massively sharp wave of pain go through me. Fuck. The creature bites onto my right asscheek, tearing it off along with any clothing that was there. I think it hurts slightly less than losing my leg but at this fucking point I can't tell. I scream again as I turn around and slam my bat into the creature's head as hard as I can. The few thwacks I can do only seem to make it angry though. It swipes at my lower abdomen and literally guts me wide open. It tears out my uterus, I think, and I don't even have the strength to cry out reflexively anymore. I just stare at nothingness in silence as my perception of time seems to slow down. I tumble to the ground again, about ten feet away from the car. Fucking hell I'm so close. My lady parts must be tasty though, since the mutant freak is still munching away at them. I don't know how but I push myself ever further, dragging my bloodied self across the concrete like a zombified corpse out of hell. seven feet. five feet. By this time, The freaking mutt is on my ass again, almost literally. 'Toxic Flatulence Level 1 unlocked.' Huh? My core got an ability on its own? 'Forgive us but this is all we could think of doing, considering our life threatening situation and our lack of a large amount of stored souls. Please don't hate us.' Within the next instant I feel a large excess of pressure in my butthole cavity. Uh oh. I crack out a very loud and lewdly disgusting fart. It's bright green, like in those comic books or some kinda fucking cartoon. It covers up the monster's face in a cloud of stinky and it backs away while shaking its head in discomfort. It also melted away my pants and panties that were still in the way, leaving my anus exposed to the open air. Oh gee thanks. 'Get in the car, the stun attack won't last long. We don't have enough digested food right now for us to make another.' With blisteringly awful pain I pull myself up to the car's backdoor, heh, and it's unlocked. Thank god. ... Actually no fuck you God. God's a dick... and not the tasty kind. I somehow manage to pull myself onto the back seats, adrenaline I guess, and I slam the door shut just as the fuck mutt slams into it, shaking the entire car in the process. I breathe a sigh of relief as I regenerate in relative peace. my open abdomen finishes making my new baby making parts and seals itself up. My asscheek is also back and as furry as ever. I feel very sleepy and I yawn. I'm so tired from all the bloodloss. 'We must not fall asleep. The fight is not over.' Looking at the windshield in terror I notice that the "Hellhound From Dallas" is looking right at me, snarling and drooling a mixture of my blood and its spit all over the glass, eww. It slams it's thick skull on the windshield and it cracks. Oh shit. I look around for some kind of weapon but all I can find is a half broken beer bottle underneath the right front seat. I get an idea quickly but I don't know if it'll work. It's the only one I have though so either this succeeds or I die with my ass exposed in a shitty car. I try to concentrate as the windshield splinters further and looks like a body fell on it from really high up like in those hollywood movies. I wield the glass bottle and take a deep breath. I only got one shot at this. Within seconds it breaks through the barrier and lunges towards me without a second thought. Good. This is just an animal that lacks even basic levels of anthro intelligence. With the last of my strength I plunge my hand and arm deep within the beasts maw as it opens. I push as hard as I can into the upper back part of its throat as the beast clamps down on my arm and the stupidly intense pain is back in full swing. The fiend stops moving though. 'We lodged it in its brain stem? Hmm.. good idea. With a physical barrier stuck in place to the already attached brain, regeneration cannot continue.' "Save it!" I yell loudly. "Help me get my arm out! It's killing me god it hurts so fucking much!" 'We cannot help. Just have to pull our arm out.' Oh fucking hell. This isn't like the last time where my leg and asscheek was just bitten clean off and they were allowed to start healing right away, half of my arm is still attached by muscle, skin and even fragmented bone. This is gonna be the worst pain I've ever felt in my life up until this point isn't it? Fuck off. The universe can go die... in a few hundred trillion years or however the fucking long it's supposed to take. Fuck. I strain with myself for nearly half an hour. I'll spare you the details. Needless to say it was indeed the worst pain of the day... and it was technically self inflicted. I finally pull out my severed and torn up arm and it finally starts to regen up again... and the pain I've felt for what seems like an eternity finally stops. So sleepy... so exhausted. 'One more thing to do before we rest.' Fucking really? 'Go to our backpack, take out our switchblade and pull out this monster's core. Then it'll truly be dead once we break it.' Oh yeah. I literally forgot since the pain was so bad I blocked out everything else. Like a angsty teenager woken up at noon on the weekend, I begrudgingly head out of the car and hobble like a ghoul towards my bag. Not because of pain but because of fatigue. I retrieve out one of my small knives from my bag, which now only has one arm handle thing and has a huge hole in the side of it. I'll have to get a new one later. I walk back very slowly towards the car and begin to butcher the beast. I find a core inside its chest, where one would expect to find it. But whereas my core is supposed to be like a trigonal crystal all nice and uniform and pretty, this core is an ugly mess of shapes. It's like two marble balls smushed together with inconsistent spikes coming out of it. It's also reddish-orange in hue, whereas mine is only just red from what I've been told. 'Break it and we can finally rest. We'll have much to discuss once we're awake.' "Yeah... we will." It crumbles into dust very easily when I squeeze on it, surprising but whatever. Apparently we got 500 soul points from it though so damn. I lay down on my back and try to relax. Honestly at this point, with all the extreme amounts of pain that I've felt today, the backseat of this car is very comfy. It feels like I'm in a 5-star hotel resort right about now. No mortal would ever experience this amount of agony unless they died shortly afterwards. Or I guess they could if they were in hell but then they'd be immortal and not mortal right? Ehh, whatever. I decide to tease myself before I fall asleep, even if only a little bit. I spread my legs by about two inches apart, not much but enough. I then sigh as I let out a little bit of pee. It soaks into my torn up panties and pants and pubic fur and it feels like such a nice reward after enduring the worst day ever. I then hold in my urine for a few seconds by squeezing my clit together and holding my breath, before releasing a little bit more piss and exhaling. I do this several more times, teasing my pussy with my golden nectar and without touching myself as I feel all warm and cuddly inside. I want to play with my clit but I'm too damn exhausted and I just fall asleep into a horny smirk of a dream. *** I'm in a pool in a hotel, naked and surrounded by my fans. Well, I assume they're my fans cus why else would they be here? They're all anthros of various beautiful shapes and sizes. They're wearing bathing suits and I think they're mostly females but there are some dudes amongst them as well. I don't know why I'm the only one naked here but I don't question it, I just enjoy being looked at by random strangers. Feels so nice. They're all touching each other through their swimsuits or making out but most of them are just looking at me lustfully. "You look like a goddess!" I hear a voice shout out in admiration and adoration as my nipples stiffen and my slit begins to excrete lady juice. We're all suddenly in a classroom and I'm sitting on the teacher's desk with my legs spread out wide and my pussy and anus is viewable from so many angles. My fans continue to gaze at me and I continue to get hornier. "Come on everyone, get a closer look!" I shout with a seductive tone. They all shuffle towards me and begin to whisper amongst themselves as they continue to stare at every inch of my nude body. a birdman steps forward more and begins to tease me with a large thick pink cock that's covered in my juices. I moan softly as my black clit lips experience the pleasurable friction of skin contact over and over again. "Ooh! This is so good!" I say to my admirers as the dick slides back and forth across my clitoris. I then feel another pair of hands on my breasts, rubbing up my smooth skin and silky fur before reaching my nipples and teasing them. I begin to leak more girlcum as my onlookers enjoy groping me. The cock then slides down between my thighs and my pussy spreads open to take the entire thing in. It's so long and thick compared to my little slit that I wonder how I could fit such an enormous member inside me. Nevertheless, it forces it's way in with a lewd wet schloping sound. I cry out with warm delight as my virginity is taken. The dick begins to move as my hips start to rock back and forth, riding the big prick missionary style as my nipples continue to get sucked on by both men and women. I then feel my body get even hotter than before and my fluids begin to flow down and collect on my fans' feet and the floor beneath my legs. The inner walls of my birth canal are stretched wide and it feels so good. The dick is making me feel so full down there. I'm moaning and squirming in delight as the penis moves faster and harder. I can feel the pressure building up in my privates as the walls of my vaginal cavern begin to pulse with intense pleasure. I cum and I cum hard as I feel my womb fill up with sperm, it's so sticky and wet but it feels amazing. "Ooh! Lady Vaine is having an orgasm!" One of the nearby women says. I can hear the crowd cheering me on as my pussy convulses around the dick, spraying out more and more juices as the cock continues to pump loads of jizz into me. The anthros around me smile as my body shakes and shivers in pleasure. The dick plops out of me as semen begins to flow out of my creampied pussy. "Wow she's leaking so much!" "That was great!" "So that's what sex looks like..." Those were just some of the comments of my onlookers. We're suddenly on a stage now, like some kind of Broadway play. I'm in the doggystyle position for some reason, bound by loose chains. My ass is up in the air and both it and my swollen vagina are on full display as they're facing the audience. I can see my butt through the large HD monitors that are mounted on either side of the stage. Ahh, mounted. God I'm so fucking wet. "We will now present to you... one of the most beautifully known things in the galaxy... Lady Vaine's butthole!" Some random announcer beside me shouts like we're at some kinda monster truck rally. In fact that's where we are I think. Maybe. There's a loud cheer from the crowd. Lady Vaine huh? I like the sound of that. "Begin!" The announcer says, or I guess orders rather. The lights go dim and the only one on now is a spotlight shining directly on my sweaty fat furred ass. I feel like I could piss out a river. My fans begin to ohh and ahh amongst themselves as my butthole clenches and releases itself around thin air, it almost looks like it's breathing. The audience begins to chant as if they're watching some kind of sporting event. "Ohhhh Lady Vaine, Lady Vaine, Lady Vaine!" My body trembles with arousal. Oh yeah this is what I need. Thousands of worshipers are watching me, seeing every twitch of my pussylips and every crease in my butthole. I feel all warm inside, my clit quivers with excitement as my bladder continues to feel like it's filling up rapidly, like a garden hose attached to a water balloon. I give a cute little moan and am reminded of my first porno video I made on my phone. I guess it was similar to this. With a wicked grin I relax my urethra and feel the pee start to rush forth. It flies into the crowd with great speed, casting a golden shower storm onto everyone below me. I think we're on a cruise ship or something now, not sure. The urine pours from my pussy as I continue to moan loudly, the crowd seems to be enjoying my divine rain that I've brought to them. They begin to shout out "More! More!" over and over again as their clothes and fur are drenched in my urine. The audience becomes even rowdier as I continue to spray out my piss onto my congregation, who eagerly bathe in it while still cheering me on. I feel myself get even hornier and wetter. There's something very erotic about peeing and cumming at the same time, especially when you can't control which comes first. The feeling of my piss running down my legs and shooting into my fans personal space is almost too much to handle. I whimper with delight as my urination rate doesn't seem to change. "Oh yes! You look so sexy when you piss, Lady Vaine!" Jason says with a devilish grin. I can feel his hands sliding underneath my tail to squeeze my butt and my legs are trembling with pleasure. I give an innocent little moan in response, enjoying the personal attention as my piss stream finally starts to die down. I feel my thighs start to quiver as I'm overwhelmed by lustful desire. The smell of pee is very strong in the room but it doesn't bother me at all, in fact the audience loves it and most of them start pissing on themselves and others for fun. Half of them are naked now and most of them are fucking. The air is now filled with hot piss, sweet pussy and erect cock musk, a wonderful combination if there ever was one. I begin to pant in excitement as I feel the hands on my ass begin to finger my butthole. The crowd starts to cheer once again, egging me on. "Do you like that, Lady Vaine?" "Yes!" "You're such a dirty little girl!" "Oh fuck yes!" The crowd continues to scream with delight as the digits enter deeper into my asshole and slide back and forth. My anus is so tight that I'm surprised the fingers are able to fit inside. I cry out with warmth and pleasure and the orgasm builds within me quickly. I can feel every inch of the members and exactly how they're bending around inside my rectum. My clit throbs uncontrollably, the sensation is overwhelming. I begin to squirt out more pee, drenching everything around me. My body is on fire, every part of it seems to be pulsating and I'm so fucking horny right now that I can barely stand it. It feels like I'm about to cum again but I want more and I need it desperately. I feel my hips begin to thrust involuntarily as the fingers continue their work between my asscheeks. I moan with delight as I feel myself approaching another orgasm. I feel a tongue begin to lick up my pee covered slit, tasting its unique flavor and savoring the sweet nectar as it dribbles from my nether regions. The audience cheers louder as they witness me squirt and piss and squirt some more. This goes on for what feels like hours and hours... *** I wake up in a slurry bitch-in-heat kind of daze as more golden nectar escapes my pussy. It's night. I'm half naked in a car and the smell of a rotting catdog monster is beside me. Oh yeah. Hell of a day. What was my dream about again? Some kinda buttstuff? I think I peed alot too? Well I'm pissing right now... so... I don't know I can't remember exactly. Gah. Oh well. 'We were shuddering in our sleep. We had about three orgasms while dreaming.' Hot damn so it must've been something very sexy. 'Probably.' I stop urinating into my soaking tattered panties and barely-there jeans after a few seconds and open the car door. It's very dark and hard to see. Of course it had to be a new moon tonight. I fumble my way across the road, looking for my torn up backpack. I manage to find it after stepping on some sharp glass, ouch. But I grab it and hold onto it carefully, I don't want to let the stuff just come out of the big hole. Get your mind outta the gutter. Oh wait my mind was already there a few minutes ago, whoops. Anyway, I grab the flashlight that still works and take a look at what supplies I still have after that freakish monster attack. Three cans of food are torn open, as are several bottles of water. Great. My two stored away shirts are quite damp since they didn't really get any late evening sun. Thankfully my pairs of ugly panties and bras that were so tightly packaged were untouched so.. yay? That's good. I open the last remaining bottle of water and drink half of it. I decide not to eat one of my two cans of food. I have a lotta shit to do tomorrow to get my supplies back. I take off my shredded denim jeans and yellow underwear and throw them away. I open a pack of panties and put on an ugly pair of pink ones. They're ugly because there're the blistery skin pink color and not the neon bubblegum kind that's cute. Oh well. My tattered tank top is also torn but not ripped apart completely like the other pieces of clothing were, so I'll keep wearing it for now I guess. I walk back into the backseat of the car and try to get some sleep, but I'm unable to. It's not like I can really go anywhere in this situation anyway, so why bother. I turn around to try and rest my head against the rear window. This doesn't do anything to help either. I close my eyes and focus on calming my breathing, I guess my body is just waiting to see if anything else will happen. It's at this point when my AI core and I have a long conversation. 'We suppose we want to talk now?' "Sure. Thanks for saving me with that fart powerup or whatever. Although now it sucks that every time I pop one out I'll have to be worried about poisoning someone." My core stays silent for what feels like a long while, like it's staring at me guiltily even though it has no eyes. "Ok. Say it. What the fuck are you hiding from me now?" 'We suppose now is a good time to show us the HUD. If we wish to activate it again just think about it and it'll show up.' Something like a bright LCD screen, but completely see-through, comes across my range of vision. It's visually striking and yet I feel no need to close or squint my eyes. It's basically like the pause menu of a generic RPG or something. "Of course you were hiding yet something else from me. I shouldn't be surprised." 'We were going to explain it to us the day we met but we refused to talk about it at that time and said we'd discuss it later. Later is now.' I sigh, mildly annoyed but still with abit of understanding. I recall indeed saying something like that when it came to displaying my soul counter somewhere within my line of sight. -- Soul Power(SP): 598.12 -- That's what is displayed in the bottom left corner of my vision with the HUD up. There's also my heartrate and blood pressure displayed in the top right, along with a red bar that wouldn't look out of place basically any video game that displayed your HP. Although I'm informed that this is basically my blood counter, that if it drops too low, we lose consciousness and my AI Core has to reboot me or whatever. I also have a green and blue bar, for a total of three. I'm not sure what those would be. If this were a video game I'd assume they'd be stamina and mana counters but this is real life. There's no numbers or letters beside any of these bars so, who knows what they are. 'Our green bar shows how much nourishment we need and our blue bar is how much we need to sleep to stay adequately functional. These are just estimates though and won't always line up with how we feel.' Ahh, ok. Makes sense. My green bar is like 75% full and my blue one is about 95%. Explains why I can't fall asleep right now I guess. There are also four submenus that I see in the top left, which I assume lead to other information. Overview Skills Status Effects Internet Browser Huh. Wait what... you mean to tell me I have built in wi-fi or some shit? What the fuck?! 'Something like that.' Wow. Way to be a dick and not tell me that before. I'll look at that later, for now I take a quick glance at the other menus. Overview Reaper Number: E-237-NIN Reaper Name: Vaine Steele Gender: Female Age in Native Planet Time : 18 years, 2 months, 13 days. There is a bunch of other info but it's all rather bland and basic shit. I guess it's like my merchandise information for my owners or something, if I had any. Which I guess I do, the mysterious Creators... ohh, spoopy. Skills Cold Resistance Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of cold resistance. Digestive System Rework Level 1: Converts solid waste into liquid urine. Does not effect gas. Increases urination rate by 300%. Regeneration Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of core body regeneration. Does not nullify pain. Quick Reflexes Level 3: Provides a low amount of above-average dexterity. Soul Energy Resistance Level 3: Provides a low amount of resistance to the negative effects of soul consumption. Thick Skin Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of defense. Nullifies pain very slightly. Toxic Flatulence Level 1: Turns expelled anal gas into a very weak poisonous gas. Next to each skill, besides regeneration, there's an option to turn them on or off. Seriously? What the hell? You mean I can turn OFF abilities at any time? That's... actually convenient if I wanna have a uniquely sadistic ability on every so often for my victims but off for the rest of the time. I start to get really wickedly sexual execution ideas in my head and I grin. 'Please don't.' I can't help but laugh at myself. It's whatever, plenty of time to kill fools with sexual things once I have all the basic abilities I want. I turn off my toxic farts, sorry boys, but I leave everything else on for now. Next up, I check out the third menu. Status Effects In Heat: Feels constantly horny due to age/time of year. There's a few minor and boring effects but that one sticks out to me. In heat? Really? I guess it makes sense but damn I kind of forgot it's that time of year. For those that don't know, anthros, especially females who're going through puberty who're young and breedable, experience unending desires to fuck at certain times of the year. For my species, a foxmorph, that time runs roughly from May to August. I can't believe I forgot about this. But ehh, it's the end of the world or was so I was distracted most of the time. In fact it was two years ago when I first felt these feelings, a few months after I turned 16. I mostly suppressed them though since as I've said before I had no desire to be intimate with anyone. I mean yeah I touched myself sometimes but I grew bored of it quickly. My first orgasm was the first day I was a Reaper... I had no idea what sexual pleasures I was missing out on at the time. But oh well. I guess that explains why I've been so horny around Jason. Only boy for literally miles upon miles around... and I have a primal need to have his dick in me. Gah. I've heard that heat in anthros usually stops around age 25 or so... but who knows if that'll be the case now that I'm a Reaper. It's just something I'll have to deal with I guess. At least it's nice to know what's going on with my body and to have... some kind of explanation at least. I've never felt quite the same since I died and well, came back as a new me. But oh well, I can only move forward. I take a look at the fourth and final menu option. Internet Browser Browse the Internet? (Y/N?) I think yes of course and within almost an instant a webpage is within my full range of vision. It's a search engine by the name of Mojeek. Huh. I guess Google, which is mostly an American company, no longer exists. With just a little bit of research I find out that Mojeek is a UK search engine. USA has basically gone to shit with complete anarchy taking over almost everywhere, despite Dallas Texas being the only city hit by the Sentinels. Mass panic set in I guess and my country apparently just destroyed itself from the inside out. Yikes. During that chaos, Russia took over Canada, Brazil and Mexico are locked ina bitter mostly naval war in the Caribbean Islands and China has forced itself into all of Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan all at the same time, with Japan somehow holding them back from their lands. There's a few other major wars now but god damn the world is in turmoil right now. Like world war 3 started and ended in several places at once. Only Europe seems to be holding it together although just barely. So much panic over a single alien spaceship, which apparently no one outside of Dallas has lived to see so... guess that makes me special. I spend the rest of the night just getting one huge info dump thrown at me one after another and within hours, the sun begins to rise. I need to take a break from the internet so I get out of the car, stretch my legs and take a nice long morning piss while staring at the sunrise. I spend the next few days finding another backpack, more food and water.. and pants. As I continue to explore the eastern edge of the city, I notice that the desert is already trying to take over the area. Alot of sand that has blown around which would normally be cleaned up, has been allowed to gather and collect in various spots. Most of the smaller roads that I see that used to lead out of the city are now mostly covered in dirt and specks of stone. Nature is taking over again it seems. Oh and the alien ship that attacked Dallas on April 17th? You know, the one filled with Sentinels? Yeah it's still up there just... hovering ominously. What? Did you think the chapter was over now? Nah man, I just wanted to show another picture. Jabaited son. I found this one online, which was some random artists interpretation of what the ship looks like. But since no one outside of the city knows what it looks like, they had to make it up. Trust me bud it's not an airplane, I'm looking at it and it's more of like... I dunno, a giant floating manta ray with extra wings? Fins? I dunno. It's hard to describe it when I try to. Dammit why'd I have to remember my embarrassing childhood drawing? Don't publish that get it away! Enough with the pictures! Man... learn to not spam the chapter you stupid writer you. Ahem... Point is, the picture of the spaceship looks kinda cool so I'm sharing it. It'd make a cool poster if I still had a stylish bedroom to put it in. Anyway... moving on. I don't have a weapon so... I need to find... something. My bat that I used for the last time against that mutant dog freak fell apart during that fight so... yeah. Plus my jammed rifle I just left it behind because I have no idea how to go about fixing it. I've got nothing to defend myself with right now and that could be a huge problem if I run into something else that was somehow mutated by the Sentinels. My core and I have been discussing what could have created the monster over the last few days. The jist of it is that we're baffled. Such a beast shouldn't have been able to evolve the way that it did, since the infection process is only supposed to effect anthros and not well, other lesser instinct driven animals. Our best guess was that a desperate cat or dog or.... carnivore ate some kinda nasty infected rotting flesh and it somehow survived and mutated. But as I've said, that's supposed to be impossible. Alas, it's a mystery I cannot solve right now so, may as well not dwell on it. I can only prepare to fight the next one I face. I'd like a blade of some sort that's not my small knives. They're not ideal for fighting with in the slightest. I continue to explore the city for about a week and I don't really find any sorta weapon. I found a crowbar in good condition and a few more combat knives but no swords. Typical for 2008 I guess, we're not in the middle-ages anymore. Still I'm frustrated and horny. I haven't masturbated for a while now and I'm feeling skittish. *** It was in this state when I came across him. A fresh body, or mostly fresh at least, of a young male anthro with white fur and specks of green thrown in around his tail and fingers. There was a massive concrete block where his head used to be. Viscera is scattered all across the sidewalk and road, which are pieces of what I assume used to be his head. Ahh, Jason. looks like you "died". Shame. Oh I don't feel bad at all, I'm just saying shame as kind of a joke. Ahahahahaha! The loser died! Ahahaha.. ahem. Oh this is joyful. If my phone still had power I'd snap a picture or three right now. 'He's still alive, he'll regenerate once his core completely detaches from his current body, which could take weeks or months. He just can't grow a new head right now with his neck pressed directly up against that slab of rock.' Makes sense I guess. Still, he stinks. Like really badly. Oh wait he's rotting. Duh. Like a cat who's too curious for their own good I move in closer. I notice he had a big hiker's backpack with him so I rummage through it to see what I can find and holy hell I've hit the jackpot. He has a sheathed sword with him. No I'm not talking about his rotting dick, eww fucking gross, I don't wanna think about that mental image right now. Fuck me my brain sucks. Anyway, looking closer at the blade I notice that its hilt is a replica of Andúril, Flame of the West. (Don't sue me please Simon, thanks.) How do I know what sword this is imitating? Because I've watched Lord of the Rings too damn much like the nerdy gothic girl I am. I wield the blade and accidently cut myself. "Still sharp." I retort. Ok I'm done with referencing Lord of the Rings now. Sean Bean is hot. I mean what? I strap the weapon to my belt, now I'm a proper knight or rouge or whatever. I'm about to walk away and leave my rival here to rot and reform whenever but I stop myself in my tracks. I notice a faint red glow coming from his chest underneath his filthy shirt. It's kind of a pretty sight in an otherwise grisly scene. Ahh, fuck it. Without doing much thinking I take one of my knives out of my pack and cut deep into his chest cavity. It doesn't take long for me to pull out his crystalline core from his bloody torso and I just hold it up in the afternoon sunlight, looking at its neon-like crimson shine. 'We don't recommend eating him. If we are caught which we are 99% certain to be, the Creators will imprison us and harvest us for breaking one of their established rules.' "But if we do... we'll gain his power right? Didn't he brag about having close to a million souls worth of strength? That'd be huge for us." 'Indeed it would be.' I just continue to hold it up for awhile as I stare at it in a rather hypnotic gaze. It's like it's... calling to me. Like there's something about it that is telling me that if I consume it... that everything I ever wanted will come to me. And I want so many things I can barely keep track anymore. I lick my lips, I don't know if it's out of lust or hunger but whatever. I could do it. I should just eat him. Who would miss one random asshole like Jason anyways? I wouldn't that's for sure. The fucker stomped all over my dignity the day we met so why shouldn't I just consume his soul? That'd be the ultimate fuck you right? As my mind continues to wander to dark and selfish thoughts, memories of my parents flash through my brain. Why? Why now? My hand wavers slightly as I turn my gaze away from the crystal core. I remember... anthros that I used to love and who loved me. For some reason brief flashes of my former life that I've chosen to forget come to the forefront of my consciousness. I lose the will to stand and I plop down on my ass with a thwomp and I'm sent back to reality. I drop Jason's core by accident and it begins to slowly regenerate itself now that I've let it go. I rub my sore buttcheeks as I stand up, trying to not vomit at the sight of someone reforming in front of me from the inside out. I'm glad I let it go too, because it's only now when I notice all the Sentinels around us, more so around me. If I had eaten him they'd probably would have torn me to pieces. Damn. It doesn't take very long at all for the hairy slime mold flesh pile in front of me to look like Jason again and I kinda grin uncontrollably once I realize he's naked. Of course he is, his clothes aren't going to regen too. I look down to his crotch out of sexual curiosity, expecting to find the thick cock that he's fucked me with in my dirty dreams. What I see though... makes my face contort into an expression I can't explain. His cock is tiny. It looks like a pencil poking out from between two fingers... if those fingers were severed and just the tips existed. God damn, for someone with such a large ego, he sure doesn't have anything to back it up- Oh. Wait was he an asshole asshat from planet Ass because of his small flagship dick? Nah that can't be the only reason. Maybe he hated me at first because I'm a woman and other women have laughed at his spicy man-meat? Possibly. He wakes up about fifteen seconds after his body has fully formed again and his red irises are staring directly at me. "Whoa whoa. What the fuck?" Jason blurts out, almost in a panic. "Relax." I say with a smirk. "Your head just got crushed... I assume about a week ago. I pulled out your core so you could regenerate up a new body. You're welcome." He looks down at his privates and notices that he's fully in the nude. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouts at me as he covers himself up with his hands. "Geez well, good morning to you too." I tease half-heartedly. Seeing him like this is hilarious and fun. It feels nice to get back at him after how much of an asshole he was when we met close to a month ago now. Jason looks around for a moment, noticing all the Sentinels around us and noticing his own former rotting corpse. "Why didn't you just pull my body away from the concrete block and let me regen in my original body?" He mutters to me, still clearly pissed off and embarrassed that I saw his junk. "Really?" I tilt my head sarcastically. "You wanted those clothes stained with your rotten flesh, piss and shit to be around your balls and nipples when you woke up? Well I mean whatever your kinks are sure but damn you'd be freakier than I am if you enjoyed all that." "Ugh. Why don't you just get lost already! I'm not interested in talking bullshit with you right now. Could you give me some fucking privacy?" Jason snaps, still clenching his balls like a madman. I chuckle before answering. "I've already seen your little member. You've got nothing else to hide from me." I smile as I watch Jason's face slowly transform from one of rage into a blush that makes me feel a warm tingle deep inside my nethers. Oh fuck taunting him feels so good. "You know..." I say as I turn away from him with my arms crossed. "You could have stayed in my bed that night at the motel. But instead you ran away before I even woke up. For someone who said once how your so much better than me... you seem to be pretty fucking messed up yourself." He snorts and turns his head to the side as he rummages through his backpack for some clothes. "Whatever. Fuck off." He bluntly says. "I don't need another bitch in my life telling me how shitty I am." "So I was right?" I blurt out. I cover my mouth once I realize what I said. Guess a recent girlfriend or something pissed him off afterall. Man I should be a detective. "Right about what?" Jason says as he puts on some boxers and a undershirt. I turn to face him again as I reply. "Nothing. Forget I said anything." I manage to say, somewhat embarrassed. Why am I hesitating now? The fuck is wrong with my emotions? He's the asshole who called me a shitty toilet licker or something, why am I feeling this way? Dammit Vaine. Jason looks over towards me and notices me staring at him. I can almost see his brain thinking over his response as he stands up and dusts off a pair of ragged jeans that he puts on. He's not going to deny that he's an asshole because we're enemies... but I'm pretty sure he won't be saying anything about him being a coward. He doesn't have the guts to tell me how he feels, if he has any romantic feelings like I have. Maybe if I give him enough rope he'll hang himself for real this time. Dammit why'd I remove his core? I should have just let him rot here and given myself time to catch up to his power level. "Listen... I know I've been pretty much an asshole towards you since we first met. I said I was sorry back at the motel. Or did you forget that?" Jason intones. "I didn't forget." I respond. "Your apology just didn't feel authentic since you just left the next morning without an explanation." He sighs heavily and crosses his arms. "Alright, whatever." He says simply as he walks away from me towards the east side of the street. "We'll leave the past behind us for the moment. We've got more important things to do right now." "Wait... what things?" I look at him all confused. "You've not run into one yet? The monsters with mutated Sentinel cores inside? Of course you haven't, you'd be dead." He looks at me bluntly, almost with pity. "Hey now fuck off I killed a freakish dog thing like I dunno, eight days ago? Seven?" I curse him out. "Yeah well, somebody had to make those, someone inside the city. We need to find out who and stop them, or at least get them under our control." Jason states with a rather official tone. "So... what you wanna team up?" I sigh. "You told me a few minutes ago to get lost." "I know, sorry." He replies in a half-mumble. "It's probably safer if we travel together, at least until we find and kill whoever is trying to make our lives more difficult." "Ok fine." I give in. "But I'm keeping your fucking sword. Think of it as payment for pulling you out of the rubble." "That's fair." He laughs. "I have several more at my homebase anyways, we'll stop by there first." Of course he does. And so, we headed out. We spent several days together just exploring and looting. No fucking or kinky stuff though, Jason and I basically felt like siblings or roommates or something. If he felt attracted to me he sure as hell didn't show it. Regardless, on like our ninth day as temporary allies, we came to a crossroads in the south-east section of the city. Before we even realized the immense danger we were in, a loud booming sound flung through the air. We looked up just in time to see a missile hit a nearby skyscraper... and we were pretty much right below it.
  3. Chapter 2: OP Powerup Method or Life-Threatening Insanity? I am deeply disturbed by what I am seeing. Some kinda pulsing red alien egg thing, I don't even know what to make of it. It looks so gross and ominous and yet doesn't seem to smell like much of anything. On top of that it seems to be defying gravity itself, that or it's loosely clinging to a side of a building, hard to tell from this angle. "Hey me!" I shout rather strongly. "Do you know what the fuck this thing is?" 'No. But we think us have an idea. It's full of soul energy. Our theory is that the Sentinels transported hundreds of infected bodies here, refined them and put them into storage for use by Reapers.' "I'm sorry but what the fuck?" I blurt out. "You telling me that there's hundreds of anthro smoothies just floating around inside this alien ball sack without a penis? I think I may actually throw up." 'We won't know until we try. This may be a way for us to finally get enough soul energy for some abilities.' "Dammit me and my... logic." I sigh. "But how do you expect me to get up there?" 'If we go to the second story window we should be able to reach the goo from there.' "Perfect." I say sarcastically. I make my way into the nearby structure, which is a torn up parking lot with several floors. I walk up towards the incubating cocoon while I start getting seriously sick to my stomach. As I get closer I can see it pulsating and bulging like it's an overgrown tumor. Gross. I start to notice bloody skid marks below my feet, all of which lead to the alien sack of flesh. "Oh, hell." I groan and take a moment to vomit onto the ground. The liquid inside looks like mostly blood but mixed with greenish-yellow goop and something that could be considered a semi-solid form. The jelly seems to have the consistency of thick mud or wet cement or something but it still doesn't have a scent to it at all. "You really think eating this will give us soul power?" I question while trying to back myself out of the corner I made for myself. "I'm not really feeling it." 'It's not like we'll die. Just try it.' My inner voice urges me on and I sigh. I stick my hand inside. It feels like weeks old soggy cum that was boiled in a pot on the stove. Dear god it's like the least pleasant feeling in the world. I really really don't wanna eat this. But I force my eyes closed and bring a chunk of it to my face and gobble it down quickly. It feels... not as bad going down my throat. And it tastes... like nothing. Huh. Strange. 'We gained 25 soul energy from that amount of... what did we call it? Anthro Smoothie? Sure let us go with that.' Twenty five?! Are you kidding me? One mouthful of this tasteless shit is the same as killing twenty five fucking people? What the shit? ... Where has this gross shit been all my life?! This is fucking awesome! I scarf several more handfuls down and nearly choke as I cough violently, the eggsac storage thing has shrunk by maybe five or ten percent. 'Digestive System Restructure Level 1 unlocked.' The AI Chirps in an official manner. 'Wha- What was that?" I ponder. 'That was the ability we requested the day we met.' My inner voice replies. 'We will no longer have to go poop. But as a consequence your urination rate will rise to about 300% of what it was previously.' I shout for joy. I've unlocked my first superpower! And... I chose something silly. Oh well. I'll just be happy that I'll never have to wipe my ass anymore, I guess except to clean cum and sweat off of it. But yay! No more smelly butt stuff! As I jump through the air excitedly I feel a large excess of gas exit my anus and I fart so loud that it echoes throughout the parking garage. "What the hell?" I scream with embarrassment as my foul odor reaches my nostrils. "You said I wouldn't have to shit anymore!" 'Correct. We'll no longer excrete solid waste. We didn't say anything about gas. To do so, we'd probably have to level up the ability to level 3 or 4. Something like that would be fairly complicated and require a lot more souls to unlock.' I kinda laugh half heartedly at that explanation. Of course, I'm an idiot. There's three states of matter, solid, liquid and gas. They teach you that basic science shit in what, kindergarten? And I only said I wanted to convert the solid waste into liquid urine... not everything else. What my core is saying makes perfect sense... although I do not like it. Oh well. 'We'd better eat the rest of this Anthro Smoothie. We can use all the energy we can get. Maybe we'd actually like to spend it on a combat ability of some sort this time?' "Sure sure yeah whatever, we'll discuss it tonight when we return to the safety of our base." I stay there for about an hour, just munching down on pureed corpses. Yay. Delish. My stomach starts to hurt alot and expand but I'm told by the AI that it's safe to keep going. So I do. When I'm finished I look down at my belly and it looks like I'm about 8 months pregnant. I'm also feeling really sick but I don't throw up. "Are you sure that this was a good idea?" I half mumble like my mouth is full. "I don't feel so good at all." 'We'll be fine once we purge our system. Sending it out now. We may wanna drop our pants.' Wait what? I barely have enough time to process what the AI is saying to me before I feel an immense wave of pain, pleasure and pressure fill up my pussy in seconds. The feeling becomes too intense for me to bear and I just barely undo my belt buckle and jean button when my piss starts to spray out of me like a rocket engine taking off into space. Ok not literally but damn the pissing is insanely intense. The urine comes out of me so fast and hot that it actually hurts as it soaks my leather jeans and panties around my crotch and lower butt almost instantly. Several streams of urine escape down my pant legs and onto the hard concrete below. These pants are filthy and clingy now. I feel my stomach deflate ever so slightly as another massive wave of golden lady juice escapes my slit. I cry out in agony and orgasmic pleasure as I fall onto my ass, losing all my strength in my shuddering legs. A new experience was happening to me at this moment in time... the most insane pissfest of my life so far. I guess I signed up for this though. It feels so good despite the rather intense pain, almost like I'm giving birth to a liquid urine baby. Ok giving birth would probably be worse but I don't fucking know alright? I kick my feet and legs around in an attempt to get my jeans off of me but they only come down about an inch before more urine comes shooting out of my privates like a watersilde. A urineslide if you will. It's so powerful that I can't even stand back up. I just continue to send torrents and torrents of piss out of my pussy. If I dropped my pants and panties into an olympic sized swimming pool they wouldn't get this wet like geez le fucking weeze. I'm so horny and so turned on right now as my nethers send another explosive orgasm-wave throughout my body. After several minutes of spraying piss like a fire hydrant on crack, I finally get myself under control enough to pull down my black panties and dark jeans and throw them away, which are drenched in both piss and cum. I sit there in shock and awe as I continue my epic quest to slay the urination dragon inside my vaginal cave. My stomach is only about 2 months pregnant now so we should be in the final home pissing stretch. Once again I let go with the force of a water cannon and it pours out of me as a steady yellow river. It seems to never stop flowing, I've lost count of how many times I've cum so far. At least it doesn't hurt nearly as much anymore. I just spread my legs wide and try to relax as my entire body feels super exhausted, like I just ran a twenty mile marathon or something. I even stop yelling loudly from orgasmic bliss because my throat is just too tired and sore by this point. As the piss mist slowly dies down I feel a very strong urge to have a nap for some reason. But I can't sleep out here, half naked and on a colder-than-average spring day. Using the concrete wall behind me I struggle to pull myself up onto my wobbly feet. I put my urine soaked pants in my bag but leave the panties behind. I like these jeans alot I don't just want to toss them out ok? I guess I'll just put them into the janitor's washing machine at the school later. What was that about me not wanting to do laundry again? Ahh whatever. I slowly hobble towards the interior of the parking garage as I feel a wave of frighteningly chill air flow through me. I begin to shiver and suddenly I feel very dizzy. The last thing I remember was falling flat on my face with my butt up in the air like a slut. Heh... slut. *** D0min4t3.... "System... offline." Contr0l... "Attempting reboot... failed." Pow3r... "Recalibrating. Recalibration successful, attempting reboot #2" Fe45.... "Reboot successful. Base systems online." 6ickne66... "Regenerating body." F1lth... ... I wake up in a slurry daze. My ass is freezing. In fact, my whole body feels like it's covered in ice. It's painful... like hundreds of invisible bugs are biting me at once. My head is pounding harder than a heavy metal drummer's feet. My vision is blurry as fuck. I look around and notice that the sun has gone down. I must've been out for literally half the day. I stumble my way over to a car and try to open it. It's locked up tight. It's super cold out here. My thin heavy metal band shirt and black bra aren't doing much of anything to keep my tits warm. Not to mention my exposed pussy and anus are chilled to the bone... if they had any. I walk up to three more random cars. Again two of them are locked but the third one opens up thankfully. At least I would be grateful if it didn't smell like a rotten asshole on christmas eve on the inside. My eyes hurt, but my body aches all over from being out in the cold so long. Fuck it, I need shelter. Even if a car isn't ideal it'll be warmer than out here. I climb my way into the back seat and slam the door shut. I can't really feel much of a difference to be honest with you, minus the cold wind of course. "What the fuck is happening to me?" 'Apparently we took in too much soul energy too quickly. Our body couldn't handle the influx of power it and shut down.' "You said we'd be fine! You made me eat that shit and now you're telling me it nearly killed us?" 'We apologize, we didn't realize our body was so weak.' "Fuck you. I'm never trusting you again." 'Fair enough. Don't worry though, we won't die. It'll take our body a few days to recover back to where it was but we can survive this.' "Isn't there anything you can do about this freezing cold? It's agonizingly bad." 'We could have an ability to raise our cold resistance although we expect such a power would take many tens of thousands of souls before it becomes useful.' "Get the basic version of it anyway, anything is better than nothing." 'Cold Resistance Level 1 unlocked.' I feel a very slight warmth wash over me. It's nice but I'm still pretty damn cold. "That's it?" I ask in an annoyed manner. 'As we said, more soul power is needed for stronger version of the ability. We have 745.64 Soul Energy, after spending 489 Souls for level 1. It'll take alot more than that for level 2.' "Fine..." 'May we make a suggestion?' "No, fuck you. I hate your guts." "Let's hear it." 'If we get the Thick Skin Level 1 ability it should nullify some pain, not much but a little bit. It'll cost 700 souls though. The upside is that if we level up this ability a bunch you'll eventually be bulletproof.' "Like Superman?" 'Yes, like Superman.' "Fine... do it." 'Thick Skin Level 1 unlocked.' Almost immediately the rather absurd pain in my ass and crotch lessens. It's still there but instead of a shooting awful pain it's a numbing nibbly pain. It's not much of a difference but it's enough for me to feel some relief as I fall asleep, despite the shitty ass smell of this car. When I wake up it's already morning and it feels much warmer. Not comfortably warm but not cold enough to hurt either. I cough as I open the door and drink my water from my bottle. I piss almost immediately as well, it seems I haven't regained control of my bladder yet. At least it feels nice and warm against my legs... and makes the car smell ever so slightly better than before. I still feel sick but the dizziness and headaches are nearly gone so after about 20 minutes I decide to go out and look for some food and water... and a skirt or something to cover up my beautiful asscheeks with. I try to find the keys for this smelly ass car but no such luck. I doubt I could drive it out of this broken-down parking building anyway. I leave the cold dank garage and head out. After wandering around looking for food and stuff for a few hours, I manage to find a vending machine, some canned peaches and some cheap bottled water. I spend about fifteen minutes sitting down for a quick meal before resuming my search for stuff. I come across a guitar store and outta curiosity I head inside. I never learned how to play guitar. I guess now that I'm immortal I have no excuse to not try. But ahh well. The building is pretty much completely intact, except for one wall of guitars that are just shredded and no I'm not talking about epic solos. After about ten minutes of looking at a bunch of different guitars I pick a Fender Stratocaster with some pretty nice features. Well it's black with red trim, just like me, heh, but yeah I don't know how to play this fucking thing and it's heavy so.. unless I find a working unlocked car or something I'll have to just leave it here. I plug it into a nearby amp and try to fiddle with it as I stroke the strings with my fingers. A loud mess of a noise comes out of the amp that sounds awful. Yeah I have no idea what I'm doing. The guitar is probably completely outta tune anyway. With my interest sated for now I leave the store and look at what other ones are around. I finally find a clothing shop... well a no name Good Will-type thrift store but it counts. I look in the woman's section to try and find a short skirt that's my size. The selection is rather thin and I have a hard time finding anything that looks like something I'd even want to wear. Eventually I manage to find an old black skirt that was buried under some others, it could be punkish if it were torn in some places. But alas I try it on and it fits my fat ass perfectly. Nice. Now I'm finally covered up and can go outside without panties instead of without any bottoms at all. It'll do for now. Don't really wanna wear underwear until my bladder is back under control anyway. I find a modestly thick brown leather jacket and put it on. If I'm gonna feel colder than normal for the next few days it can't hurt to take. I leave the clothing shop and walk through the empty streets and towards a subway station. There's a huge map of the city on display behind some glass or something. I smash the glass and take the poster map out and put it away in my bag, it'll hopefully help me to learn the city layout in the future. Layout... Dammit. I just realized something important. Seriously I'm lost... and I didn't want to admit it until now. Fuck. I've never been in this part of the city in my entire life, I have no idea how to get back to my homebase at school. I've been to the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport with my parents before but that was a long time ago... and a different part of the city from where I am now. Fuck fuck fuck! I kick a trash can out of frustration, barely caring about my throbbing toe. Then I look at a nearby street sign. It says "Bryant Avenue". I guess I have no choice but to go down this street and see if I can find a landmark I recognize or something. "Oh god I need more food." I cry aloud as my stomach rumbles loudly. I guess with my body recovering from... whatever... it needs to eat more than normal. Let's see if we can find a fast food joint around here that I can raid or something. I find an A&W after looking for about twenty minutes, lets fucking go! Half of the place is torn to shreds but thankfully most of the stoves and the walk in freezer is intact. I grab some buns, heh, and patties from the freezer and cook them up. I don't really know what I'm doing so it's a learn as I'm going kind of thing. Hey I didn't cook much at home besides microwave stuff ok? Piss off. Speaking of pissing, by the time I realize I have to go it's too late. My pussy just urinates on it's own. Dammit! Oh well. I can barely smell my own golden liquid anyway since the scent of the beef is so strong. Yay beef! After I finish gorging myself on mostly badly cooked burgers and getting drunk from all the sugary root beer and cola, I head back outdoors. I take a long hard look around before deciding where to go next. I spot a huge mall that I've never seen before. It looks.. mostly ok so I decide to go inside. The sun is pretty low on the horizon and it'll be dark in a couple hours, this is probably a good a spot as any to spend the night. Besides there is sure to be a wide variety of stores to loot and obviously spending the night outside again would suck ass. I make my way inside and begin to browse some of the businesses. I find a GameStop still intact and it's basically right next to a Best Buy. Hell yeah. It's been a while since I played video games but I guess I can do something to pass the time while I spend a few days recovering. I walk up to the counter and start browsing through the video game cases. A few of them look good so I grab one for each system. Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Halo: Reach, Resident Evil 5 and Silent Hill something something. I spent the next hour hooking up a Wii, Playstation 3 and X-Box 360 to a few of the really nice TV's in Best Buy. I also scrounge up a couch and a couple seats and plop them in front of the televisions. The next day I finally regained control of my bladder and stopped feeling so cold. It was so nice being able to piss when I wanted to again, it seems silly but yeah, losing control of that was not fun or arousing in the least since I couldn't control pussy pressure and stuff. But ahh well. The day after that, I stopped feeling sick and my core told me I was basically back to normal, if normal was what I was like before I fucked myself over by ingesting too many souls at once. On my third day inside of the mall the electricity flickered on and off a bunch of times before permanently going off. It's been about a week since the city was attacked by Sentinels so I guess it makes sense. I was surprised how long it lasted honestly. I don't know the science ok? I wasn't keeping track of time or watts or volts. With the video game couch potato marathon over I leave the dimly lit mall with some flashlights, batteries, water and canned food in my pack and make my way back outside. I toss my piss stained pants out in some dumpster, as much as it pains me I need the room for well, other stuff. Plus the lingering smell of urine was getting a tad distracting. Anyway... moving on from dirty pants now. I have to say that Sentinel activity seems to have increased, that or they've just been patrolling this part of the city more frequently. I occasionally heard distant gun shots and explosions going off while I was inside the mall but I didn't pay it any mind at the time. Well whatever, at least they ignore me completely after looking at me. A short time later, maybe like three hours or so, I come across a rather grisly site. The smell of death is still fairly fresh in the air. I see a bunch of burnt out military SUV's and a couple of tanks. There's so much blood and guts everywhere. There's even a couple Sentinels right close by that are dragging out body parts and viscera from the recent skirmish. My first thought though, is how did the American military get so deep into the city? I turn around a corner of a mostly ruined skyscraper and I have my answer. Stretching out in front of me for hundreds of feet is a huge mess of war. What I saw initially was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Dozens of blown up tanks, vehicles, machines and corpses alike are scattered all across the road and seem to go on forever. Many of the buildings along the path are still smoking slightly from the conflict. Looks like the anthros lost though and lost hard, although there's still quite a few scattered shells of dysfunctional Sentinels scattered about the wreckage. The smell is like a thick fog here and there are flies everywhere buzzing and flying all around me. It's a mess. I root around one of the SUV's that looks mostly intact. The stench of decay is strong but I hold my ground. I find a rifle and a few mags of what I assume are filled with ammo for it. Jackpot. I strap the rifle to my back and put the ammo in my bag. I'll play around with it later. I leave the battlefield and the smell of death behind me and slowly make my way towards a dilapidated apartment building. I eat a can of peas and drink some water. Not a fun meal at all but hey it's food. I have been feeling an uncomfortable yet arousing pain in my pussy for awhile now so once I'm done eating I make my way inside and look for a toilet. I've not peed all god damn day so my bladder was feeling really swollen by this point. As I walk into the housing area I see a sign for a laundry room, hmm that'll work I guess. I squirm with delight as I follow the directions to the room, my crotch dampening more and more as I look forward to taking a nice long warm piss. Inside the laundry room it's fairly empty, only one washing machine and dryer. I unbutton and pull down my skirt and sit ontop of the top loaded washer once I open its lid. My floodgates wanna open up but I resist, teasing myself. I touch my slit softly, it feels very sensitive and I sigh lustfully. It's only been like four days since I masturbated last but it feels like forever ago by this point. I stroke my fingers through the folds of my cunt over and over again. My bladder is crying out to me for relief, it feels like it'll burst and my fingers are coated with my juices already. I bite my lower lip to try and keep myself under control as I struggle against my primal urge to urinate. However my fight doesn't last long at all. Finally, the pleasure won out over my bladder's needs and my golden liquid starts pouring forth as I stroke myself with delightful bliss. I'm leaking so much now, and the feeling of my warm urine splashing around on my fingers makes me go wild with arousal. I feel my clit tingle with anticipation as my stream pours out with increased intensity, gushing against the inside of the washing machine and running down its walls in long streams. I feel it flow between my digits as they push deeper into my cunt, the sensation sends chills up my spine and makes my butthole tighten up with glee. I'm feverish with arousal by this point and I moan loudly as I stroke my clit faster and faster, not caring about how loud I may or may not be. I can't stand it anymore, and with my hand I grasp myself, hard. I'm close... so close. My pussy is clenching hard around my fingers now as the erotic volcano of lust within me threatens to erupt. Oh god I'm gonna cum! As my digits continue to be assaulted by golden liquid I explode from deep within, my hips thrusting as I cry out, shaking with pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I moan. "Fuck yes! That's what I want, that's what I need!" I pant out. "Ahhhh fuck!" As my orgasm slowly subsides I look down at my quivering pussy and smile. The urine is still flowing out of me like a broken faucet. It takes like two more minutes just for my stream to slow down and about a minute later the last drops of golden nectar escape my urethra. God that felt so nice. I love the fact that I piss for much longer now. Best superpower ever or what? The scent of my urine is very strong in this room, since it doesn't seem to have much ventilation at all. Good, let it linger here forever, muahahaha! Ahem.. anyway... Besides the stench of lady pee and girlcum I actually smell really bad. I haven't showered since I left my school base so... I stink. Stinky girl. Hopefully I can find a working shower in one of these apartments. There's gotta be a few hundred living spaces here, one of them ought to work. Plus, statistically speaking, half of the people living here were probably women, so I should likely find fresh clothes that fit me eventually? Right? For both of those reasons, I take off my sweat stained leather jacket, heavy metal band T-Shirt and Black bra and I roam the hallways of the apartment building with naught but my backpack, rifle and baseball bat. I should have brought clean clothes with me to be fair but I didn't expect to get lost in the city ok? Get off of my ass. I'd like something in my ass to be honest but not you! Go away. The first three apartments I check are locked, of course they are. I try to bash the third door open repeatedly but I just end up breaking my arm several times. It regens within half a minute but god damn it hurts. You'd think I'd get used to some of the pain by now but nope, it still sucks, a lot. I give up trying to open the large door with my limb and try bashing the handle with my baseball bat. Huzzah success! But my bat isn't looking too healthy though... I expect it'll fall apart fairly soon. Anyway I head into the apartment and the shower is broken, of course it is. Looks like a male lived here cus all I can find are boys clothes and a buncha boxers and tighty whities. The fifth apartment I check is unlocked and thankfully the shower works... although there seems to be no hot water. Oh well. I can't be too picky, I don't even know how long running water will stay on in the city. Probably not much longer. I put my backpack and weapon to the side and start wiping all the sweat, gunk and matting out of my fur. The shampoo smells really fruity, so instead of using soap I just lazily use the poo of sham to wash my entire body. It's nice to be able to feel all squeaky clean again. After rinsing off as much as I can I take my time brushing my long black hair back and forth while humming. I find a handheld battery powered fur dryer and dry myself to the best of my ability. Now I'm good as new! I raided a buncha clothes from another apartment, the fourth one, so I try some on and see what fits. I end up wearing a pair of pink panties, a basic white sports bra, some lame ass generic blue jeans and a puffy red shirt. Some other clothes fit me as well but I've packed them in my bag for later. Speaking of which my backpack is pretty much full to bursting right now so, can't really loot and carry much else at the moment. Oh well, whatever. Time to go out and get some fresh air I guess, it shouldn't be supper time for another couple hours or so. I make my way to the front entrance of the apartments and that is when I spot it from my current point of view. Yup. It. A massive blob of Anthro Smoothie, trademark incoming, looks like it's sucking on a skyscrapers's dick about five or six floors up. Don't ask me where a skyscraper's dick is ok? I do not know. I'm sure you could rule 34 it if you're interested. Ahem, anyway... The point is, it looks all throbby and gross as per usual. But this one is like at least five times bigger than the other one that I recklessly ate within an hour. For some reason, this one is a deep shade of green but I recognize it all the same. What? Is this one lime flavored? Ahh balls. 'As long as we take our time, this should be safe to consume.' "Fucking really?" 'Probably.' Dammit. The temptation is real. Like an erect cock tenting through someone's white shorts in the hot summer. Like some babe's nipples that're poking outta her bikini. You get the idea. Fuck. I hated the recovery process but once again the super computer within me makes logical sense. Not that it knows everything, it clearly doesn't but fuck. I got sick and nearly "died" from consuming too many souls at once because my body wasn't used to it. It should be reasonable then that if I consume them at a much slower rate I should be fine. I sigh and make my way inside and up the skyscraper, which is just your generic metropolis office building. I eat like ten handfuls of the shit, maybe eleven. My belly swells slightly and I think that's enough for now. I run back to the apartments, the one I like has a lovely scent and has a nice bed. I piss out a river once again in the toilet that barely flushes anymore. Feels so nice. I also feel comfortable and full, like not hungry at all. In fact I feel like having an after-meal full tummy nap so I do. This goes on for about another week I think. I don't know for sure, it's hard to keep track of time lately since I'm sleeping abit more than usual as I safely gain small amounts of power. With 6093.55 total Soul Points to spend right now I choose to have an ability that enhances my reflexes. It's not to superanthro levels or anything but it's a start. With my smaller feminine frame, I think I could get more combat prowess outta attack speed than strength right now. I level it up to 3 and I'm left with just over a hundred Soul Points remaining. By this time the Anthro Smoothie egg nest thingymajig has been reduced to about 50% of it's original size, I should be good to finish it off within like 6 days or so. That was the plan at least. However, when I go to it the next day... all I find is an empty gooey shell. Uh oh. Did it hatch something? Is a monster now loose on the city? The fuck? But no, of course it didn't hatch silly, it's just "food", not like an actual egg or whatever. I explore around a little bit and I hear something... or someone. I turn a corner and I see a bloodied anthro form in front of me. His fur is mostly white with green hair and his eyes are glowing bright red, just like the Sentinels. But this young man is no Sentinel. He is a Reaper, like me. I'm not alone.
  4. ACT I: Origins Prologue This is unlike any tale that you've read before. Okay maybe that's not entirely true. But still, my life story is just... impossible to put into words. I mean that literally. While I could technically write it all, even if it'd take me tens of thousands of years to complete, it would take you mortals your entire lifetimes just to read a fraction of my life. Don't believe me? Too fucking bad dipshits. Anyway you're all here reading this because you wanna watch me pee right? Buncha perverts you all are. Alas I can't really complain since I'm easily one of the biggest perverts in the multiverse. But here I am getting off track again. My name is Vaine Steele. I'm a Goddess of Death, a self-proclaimed Shinigami, Lover of Sex and well, technically a Reaper. We'll get more into that later. I'm currently technically 2.314 billion years old. But I've only been consciousness for like... 196, 758 Earth Years. Yeah I don't know if I'll ever get to that part of my life within twenty of your lifetimes... maybe thirty... or thirty five... we'll see. I'll probably just skip a bunch of shit anyway and focus on writing the good stuff, mostly. My origin story is dark and disturbing and not meant to be enjoyed. I'm sure I said this in the description but in case you missed it, the start of my existence was fucked up beyond belief. Read this shit at your own risk. Some stuff written here is not something that you're supposed to be able to masturbate to although I guess if you do I won't judge. Let's get onto my appearance now so ya'll have something to visualize hmm? My true form and the one I use the most often is a female foxmorph with black hair and red eyes. I also have a red highlight in my hair. My fur is three different colors, kind of. Most of my fur is black. However my chest fur and naval fur and yes pubic fur is white. I also have dark brown stripes on my legs that go from my feet up to my buttcheeks so there is that. My skin is black. You can tell because my nose, tongue, gums, fingernails, nipples, pussy and anus are all black. Otherwise you don't really see my skin. I'm a furry ok, what the fuck you want from me? Moving on... I have modest C-Cup breasts, I stand about 5'8". I'll leave my ass, hip and waist measurements to your imagination. Trust me I'm an 11/10 goddess my body is feminine perfection. If you don't agree you can kiss my ass. Or don't. Lastly I'm Bisexual. I'll fuck anything breathing that's of a sexually mature age, male or female. Hell I once humped a hippo once. I was drunk ok, piss off. Although I suppose you'd like to be pissed on. Your probably wondering 'oh my god when is the introduction gonna end? Just urinate yourself already!' You, hush. This is the prologue that's supposed to just be an info dump so that you can understand me better and enjoy the stories I'm gonna tell to their fullest. If you don't wanna read this just skip ahead to Act 2... where my cliché "redemption" arc begins. We'll see how much of Act 1 I can write uncensored. I don't intend to push the boundaries of this website's rules but yeah some scenes may go too far. Hopefully not though we'll just see what happens as we go. Anyway... let us begin this tale. This isn't one I want to tell but it's how my "life" began so... here we go. *** I was born on some different version of Earth in its year of 1990. Alternate to you humans anyway. If you didn't know like, 50% of all sentient life in the multiverse is human or at least what you'd call human. Most basic common sentient evolution I guess. Anyway Anthros make up about 10% of that number and the remaining 40% is just... everything else. Really I don't care to get more specific than that. I was born in Dallas, Texas. America. Fuck yeah brother. I had a very normal childhood. My parents loved me. We lived in a nice house, with a white picket fence, on a tree lined street. It was peaceful and idyllic. And I hated every moment of it. My first memories are from kindergarten. I can still remember vividly trying to play tag on the playground. All of the other kids were running around laughing and having fun while I stood by myself on the side of the yard. I was uhh, the weird girl. They avoided me like I was a contagious disease. So I played alone. In middle school my social skills improved a little bit. But still the other children steered clear of me like I was the plague. I spent my time watching TV in the basement or playing video games. I also got really into punk rock and metalcore, I loved the gothic fashion style so I started to wear black lipstick and dark eye shadow from a young age. I even started cutting my own hair, I thought it looked cool and rebellious. It helped me feel like an individual who didn't need to rely on the rest of society. High school was pretty much the same thing, although the kids at least knew who the metalhead chick at school was. It was me, hello me. They still treated me like crap though. The popular kids were too busy making fun of me to be bothered getting to know me. I was little more than their entertainment. The other kids who did try to be friendly were just trying to get into my pants. Which, thanks for the thought but no thanks. I mean, they were right. I was pretty damn hot, why wouldn't a boy wanna fuck me? I guess it's true what they say about men wanting pussy more than brains. However, even at 18 I was still a virgin, because I still hated "the world" and had no interest in physical intimacy. Two months before my high school graduation... was when everything changed. April 17th, 2008, 1:00 PM local time. Lunch had just ended so I was feeling sleepy, like I wanted to go for an after-meal nap. However, I never got the chance to. Suddenly and without warning, a giant red alien spaceship appeared above the city through some kind of portal or wormhole. It unleashed thousands of autonomous robots that I'd later learn were called Sentinels. They were hideous fleshy metallic machines that looked like raptors with scorpion tails, that's the best way I can describe them. Either way that doesn't matter right now. As I sat down at my desk, a swarm of these machines attacked my school. All I really remember was the screaming and the blood, so much blood. They killed everyone by stabbing them with their sharp tail-like appendages. Within seconds of getting stabbed their victims eyes would glow red and then fade, their bodies falling lifelessly to the floor afterward. I don't even have time to yell as I felt a sharp pain enter my lower back. I cannot even scream the pain is too unbearable. The last thing I remember was feeling the elongated member pressed on my tailbone. 'Well, this is how I'm gonna die...' I thought, 'So lame.' I passed out into a dreamless sleep. I felt like I was in the void, inside nothingness. Well... this must be what death feels like. At least I was no longer in pain. In fact I didn't really feel any emotions at all. The concept of time... was gone from my mental sight. And then suddenly I was not alone. A voice was speaking to me. 'Reaper E-237-NIN.exrb, assimilation complete.' It sounded exactly like my inner voice. Wait... what did my inner voice sound like again? 'Activating Regeneration Level 1.' Act... activating what now? 'Powerup complete. Body... functional. Rebooting...' Wait what's happening? *** I woke up in a coughing fit, my mouth was stale with the taste of blood and raw metal. I was sitting on my classroom chair as I continued to convulse and breathe heavily. For a fraction of a second I wondered if I've just woken up from a horrible nightmare. Then I saw about a dozen bodies of students around me and I'm quickly reminded that this was real. How was I alive? I looked down to my lower body where I could have sworn I had a fatal wound. What I saw was a big hole in the bottom of my shirt and the top strap of my skirt. My body was fine but there was dried blood all around my clothing where my fatal injury was. What the fuck happened? I looked outside and noticed that the sun was setting. I must have been passed out for awhile. I felt a deep pressure within my privates, like I haven't peed for hours. I decided to ignore this for now though it wasn't important. I glanced at the corpses around me again, but instead of being terrified I was relieved... that it was not me laying there. I took in a few deep breaths and got up off the chair. My skirt fell down around my feet, due to the front of the belt being completely destroyed. My pink panties were only held up thanks to them being light and my ass being relatively thick, which seemed to be holding them in place. They were very loose though and they felt like they could fall down at anytime as well. "Damn I really, really need to take a piss." I whispered aloud as I squirmed uncomfortably. Guess I'll find a bathroom first and then go look for help... not that I seemed to need it. In fact, all the students I saw were dead so... they don't need any help either. Right right, alien robot invasion, I forgot... probably not much help coming if the rest of the country or the world looked like this. ... In fact, almost all of these bitches and bastards hated me anyway... why did I care if they got help? I didn't. My pussy trembled as I was quickly reminded of my primal need to shoot out a river of urine and I hobbled outside of the room and toward the hallway, not caring about how many soggy carpets filled with pools of blood that I was walking through. Once I walked out into the hallway I was suddenly assaulted with the sight of dozens more dead students lying on the floor. Their skin was deathly pale and their eyes were red, just like the eyes of those... robot dinosaur scorpions that stabbed me in the back. I clenched my clit tighter as I felt a few drops of urine escape their kitty prison. Fuck. I needed to find a bathroom and find it now. I kept on moving forward until I reached an open door. The hall beyond it was a mess of smashed and broken doors and windows. Most of them were covered in dried blood but a lot of them had been completely obliterated by giant metallic claws. I managed to see something surprising though. A male student with his back against the locker was writhing in pain. His breathing was heavy. Someone else was alive here. Damn he kinda cute. He must be one of those "popular kids" from school because he was wearing a blue blazer and tie. His left leg was mostly missing though, it's a wonder he hasn't bled out by now. He must've been sitting here for hours while a pool of his own blood dried around him. I approached him slowly as my bladder felt like molten lead. I was half tempted to pee right there but I resisted. He noticed me with horror in his eyes. He saw my half torn panties and then quickly looked away. So I guess when someone was on the verge of death they stopped being horny hmm? Or maybe I was just that scary now and not as sexy as I thought? Whatever. What am I? A predator. No, worse than a predator. A demon... who was reborn into this hellish world. And what do I eat? Prey. His face had seemingly turned a shade of green as I approached him. I could tell from his eyes that he was afraid and in agony. But more importantly he looked like a tasty little morsel to me. I was in pain too. My whole life had been painful. I had never felt like I belonged anywhere... everyone always looked down on me. Well now I was the one standing over all those dead people and staring down at them as they looked up at me. I felt... strangely happy? Why did I feel joy right now as my vagina dam was about to burst? Maybe I had finally found some kind of... meaning to my life? I didn't know. This feeling was foreign to me. All I knew was that I was hungry, very hungry. The boy turned to look at me again as I crouched down next to him. "Vaine?" He questioned. "Is that you?" I nodded silently, trying to keep myself from peeing all over his face. "It hurts!" He cried, his voice cracking, "I need help, please! There was a... robot scorpion thing in my leg! It stabbed me so hard it went through here," he says as he points to where his femoral artery was. But there was no leg there anymore. "Poor little lost soul." I spoke with authority. All shyness or anti-social behavior that I had exhibited before was completely gone. "Let me aid you." I thrusted my ass in the air and bent my back as I put my fingers around his throat and squeezed. My loose panties finally fall to the floor and the warm exposure of air against my pussy lips caused my floodgates to burst open. I sighed with sexual and violent pleasure as I pissed hard while squeezing the life outta this man's neck. His eyes went wide as he began to struggle, but he didn't have the strength to pull me off of him. His eyes rolled into their back sockets and his mouth opened slightly for breaths that never came. I could hear his ribs pop in and out as my urine kept pouring down his throat. He was not dead yet. I cried out in delight. I had never felt such elation before in my life. This was what being alive must feel like. Dominating. Power. Control. My pussy ached with a delightfully warm sensation as my piss stream continued pouring out of me. The last bit of resistance faded from the boy and he died within the next fifteen seconds. His body fell limp against the wall, I could feel the warm blood that had stopped flowing through his veins. His dead face was looking up at me through my urine-soaked crotch. Within the next instant I saw a small amount of... some kinda glowing red energy flow out of him as my body involuntarily absorbed it. '0.89 Units of Soul Energy collected.' My inner voice rang out loud and clear in my head. I was so surprised by this that I tripped down onto my ass into a pool of my own pee mixed with half-dried blood. "What the fuck?!" I shouted aloud. "Who are you? Where are you?!" 'I am you. We are I.' The inner spirit in my head replied. I looked around frantically and saw no one else besides myself and the bodies of students around me. I quivered in fear as I wondered what was going on. 'Do not be afraid. I am you. You are me. We are one. We are a Reaper now. E-237-NIN is our code name. But since we went by the name of Vaine before our fusion, that should be fine to use for self-identification if we so desire.' The robotic speaker that still sounded like me hit me with a rapid string of info. "Reaper? Fusion? What?" I blurted as I finally stop peeing. After getting up and calming down abit I began to walk towards the girls locker room next to the gym, hoping to find a functional shower. The voice in my head and I had a conversation along the way. 'Reapers are what we are. Sentinels, the one's you call the dino-scorpion-robots, are designed to inject eggs into living fleshy sentient life. The process kills approximately 1 in 2.358 million of those it infects. Those that survive, like us, are granted new life. We are now a part of the Reapers, we're designed to kill and to be the most powerful soldiers in The Creators' army. We will bring complete order to the universe... once all those who oppose us are dead.' "Well that was one hell of an info dump to put onto an 18 year old girl." I said as I take off my shirt and cast it aside. "Who are The Creators?" 'The Creators are our masters... the most powerful sentient immortal race in the universe. They made us. We serve them and they protect and guide us through this chaotic life.' I took off my bra as I step into the locker room. There were only a few bodies in here thankfully. And only two of the showers were broken, nice. I turned one on and let the cold water flow over my naked body. It felt so nice. 'Our first priority is to get stronger.' The AI within me continued. 'Inside of we there is a core. A red crystal you would call it. This device is The Creators ultimate technology. It serves as both our soul and a supercomputer. We will remember everything. All knowledge we gain, all people we see, meet, kill or fuck. This core must be protected at all costs, if it breaks, we die. We need soul energy to power ourselves up. It'll take a lot of time but the stronger something that we kill is, the more soul energy it'll give us. Given enough time we will become a literal goddess in service to our great and supreme leaders.' "Powers?" I questioned as I cleaned my ass from all the dried blood and urine I sat in. "What powers can we gain?" 'Anything you can imagine.' "Really? Anything?" 'Correct. Strong overpowered abilities will take a lot of souls, tens of thousands if not millions, to unlock. Weaker more basic abilities will take less soul energy to unlock.' "Like experience points in an RPG?" 'Yes like a video game...' I could practically hear the AI's eyes roll, if it had them. "I see." I smirked. "Then can our first ability be to never poop?" I swear the AI within me stopped for a moment, dead in its tracks. Well, if it could walk that is. 'Are you fucking serious?' It replied, clearly dumbfounded and annoyed. I laughed at the hilarity as I turned the shower off and began to wipe myself dry. "Yeah pooping is something that most people detest. I think it's disgusting and gross. But it's always been a natural thing that we just have to do nearly every day. Everything poops. I'd like to be someone who doesn't have to worry about shit, literally." I explained, although probably not very well. 'And yet pissing is just fine for you? How strange you are.' It quipped. "Well... I discovered alot today. Killing and peeing... brought me so much pleasure and ecstasy that I cannot even explain it." 'Fine. I did say anything you could imagine, may as well get something stupid out of the way first. I could reroute and reprogram your digestive system so that all your waste chemically converts itself to urine and goes through your bladder. But you'd urinate a hell of a lot more than the average person. I assume you're ok with that?' "Fuck yeah that sound great." I yelled half sarcastically and half excitedly. 'What about your bowels, rectal cavity and anus? All that anthro anatomy would be worthless.' "Not worthless... I'm sure it could bring pleasure if I had a cock squirt thick cum up in there." I said with a grin, laughing at the word cock. 'Ahh... keeping the backdoor for anal sex... got it. For such a dumbass ability it should only cost about 100 souls, give or take.' And so, with that I had a sudden interest in sex. I was still a virgin of course but now I was dying to see what all the fuss was about. I had been reborn... and I had no idea what evils I was about to partake in... or what untold suffering awaited me. But alas that about does it for this prologue. If you enjoyed the start to this story and didn't masturbate to it good job. If you did well, you did. That be ok too. You do you boo boo. This origin arc was originally planned to be about twenty chapters in length but who knows we'll see what happens. Now it's time for me to raid the girl's lockers for clothes... and get onto gathering soul power so I never have to take a dump again.
  5. Lisa was on her way back from the gym. In white joggers, pink leggings and a blue T-shirt. She was eager to get home and use the loo, she didn't like using the ones at the gym, especially for #2. She would even opt to leak a little pee in her leggings than use the public toilets. On her way home she walks through the park as per usual. As she strolls through the park, she hears a noise from the trees, first she thinks its just an animal, but then it sounds like a crying baby. So Lisa runs over afraid for it. As she does so she trips. Rolls her ankle? Holds her arms out to stop her fall. Her fall doesn't stop. She screams as she falls through the ground, tumbling through the void. There's nothing. Just blank, deafening quiet. She feels herself screaming, but cannot even hear herself. After just a few moments she lands, THUD! It hurt, it really did, but nothing seems broken. She takes a moment to catch her breath, she can hear her breath. "Hello?" she can hear that too, even a slight echo in the dark, though not pitch black like before. There's a dim flickering light in the distance, no, around the corner. She slowly gets to her feet, feeling the pang in her bladder once again, but that's the least of her problems, right? Lisa begins to walk towards the light, around the corner. Walls, Lights, hallways, as far as she can see. What is this nightmare purgatory. Where the hell is she. She explores the endless office space for what seems like hours. Her need grows more and more till she begins to consider going on the floor. There doesn't appear to be anyone around in whatever this place is, but still, it feels wrong. she searches for a discrete corner, just incase there is someone, somewhere. Once she finds a discrete, albeit dark, corner she backs up stops and listens to check there is in fact no one around. Once satisfied she begins to slowly lower her pink leggings and black panties. Squatting down, ready to pee on this already yellow carpet. Its hard to voluntarily piss on carpet, never having been naughty like this before. Not *this* naughty anyway. As she waits in position, begging her bladder to release, she thinks about times she has intentionally wet at or on the way home. Times she has even soiled her self at home right before a nice warm shower. But she has never gone on the floor or in public, these had always excited her, but she was too self conscious to try such things. Her knees began to ache, waiting so long in a squat. And just as she smiled with excitement, a few drops finally leaving her tense body... she goes pale, wide eyed, even tenser stopping any flow. What was that Sound!? There's someone there! She jumps up and pulls her pants up. No something, that wasn't a human sound. She sees a silhouette in the distance, not a human one. She holds back a scream and quietly shuffles out of the corner. Her bursting bladder overshadowed only by her racing heart. Once out of the corner and in view of long hallways she begins to run, as fast as she can with her full bladder. Faster even. The pain. The fear. She leaks as she runs, the piss pushed out from the force. But there's something after her. After running for sometime she stops, confident its no longer behind her. Panting, clenching, holding herself. Her crotch damp, but her bladder still mostly full. It could come again, this place is inhuman. She closes her eyes and focuses. She finally begins to pee, properly, hardly even feeling relief, just feeling the wet warmth down her legs. About half way empty she hears it again. She tries to stop her flow, she cant. She begins to run, it hurts, but eventually her flow cuts off. Her wet legs are nothing compared to the squelching in her shoes. Squelching! noise! oh god it can hear her. Still trying to keep moving she struggles to get her shoes off. She barely gets them off before the creature catches up. She screams as she flees once again. Minutes later she seems to have gotten away again, panting deep, exhausted, she leans against a wall and manages to let the rest out. Just gushing pissing through her leggings. She enjoys the feeling, and is actually grateful for the clothing, the pee running down her legs is much quieter then spraying into the carpet. Thankfully she feels some relief and pleasure near the end of emptying her bladder. Her mild smile soon fades as she feels the need to fart. She is able to with effort make it silent. But its a bad sign. She has to poop. This thing has already caught her with her pants down, she opted to wet rather than be vulnerable. But poop, how could she manage that with it being there at any moment. Oh god, she has to find a way out of this place. At least she isn't desperate yet. It's still manageable. She wanders this never ending maze of yellow carpet. Beginning to grow aroused from her wet state. Her heart still racing however, checking over her shoulder constantly. And trying to suppress or at least quieten every fart. Eventually she stumbles upon a staircase up. She assumes this must be the way out and hurries up excitedly. The spiral staircase is long, multiple stories, she ponders whether this is endless like the maze and stops, leaning against the rail on the verge of sobbing. She holds it back, afraid to be heard. She figures going back down wouldn't be any better, so despite the crushing fear, exhaustion and growing pressure in her bowels, she continues up. Many stories up she must take another break. As she leans against the railing a wave of pressure goes through her. she figures there's no point fighting it completely, so she leans forward and gets ready to push a small load into her panties. However she only trickles some pee as she turtle necks, merely staining her panties while reliving herself none. She figures she better keep moving, opting to hold the rest in and continue up the stairs. The stairs end, they actually end. and she hasn't heard that creature in some time. However, she is not outside, just a different floor. One of tiling, like a pool. Like a pools showers... like a bathroom! Excitement coursing through her, she runs around searching with a burst of energy. Her energy and excitement slowly fade as its once again endless hallways and empty rooms, just of tile now instead of carpet and wallpaper. She figures since she hasn't heard it in a while, now might be the chance to relieve herself. But again her instinct is that shitting on the floor is a terrible thing to do. She grapples with it for some time, pacing as the pressure builds. Eventually she gives in. Lowering her leggings, squatting, and ... FUCK, of course, brilliant timing, its back, she can hear it. Just as she began to pee she lifts up her leggings, wetting them more. And begins to flee once again. Again she loses it, sighing in relief. She leans against a wall to catch her breath. As she rests she spots a door in the distance. Her interest piqued she moves toward it. When she gets close she breaks into hysterical laughter. It's a bathroom door, and its 'occupied'. What cruel joke is this. She sees more doors down the hallway and continues to investigate them one by one, all the while her farts coming more and more, nearly at her limit. Most are 'occupied'. She finds one that is 'vacant'. She enters, there is no toilet. Just a bed of all things. In what looks like a bathroom. Exhausted and at whit's end she flops onto the bed, laughing in her mind at the nonsense of her situation. Another wave comes, she gives in and begins to mess herself. Laying her torso flat on the bed, her legs off the edge, kneeling on the floor. She gives in completely, utterly soiling herself. Brown piss running down her legs. Halfway through her relief the door slams open, its the creature. Her heart stops, there is no escape, that was the only entrance to this room. She admits defeat and accepts her fate, too exhausted to run, to even scream. She continues to shit herself in defeat and fear as it comes closer. Tentacles sprout from its hideous figure and begin to approach her. She buries her head into the bed in fear. The last of her waste leaves her body and pushes into her overstuffed panties as she waits for her impending doom. After an excruciating silence, she looks up to see Its not there. It's just gone. The room is empty, apart from her brown puddle. The door is closed. She slowly gets to her feet. Feeling her bulging mess squish against her lower back. she shivers from a mix of disgust and arousal. She waddles over to the door and slowly opens it. There is no monster, just the hallway. Wait, it's not the same hallway as before, its, her hallway. Her pictures and art hung on the wall, her living room at the end. She steps through the doorway and slowly makes her way down the hallway, questioning the reality of this. The door closes behind her. She turns back startled. To see its now just her typical front door, she can see sunlight through the mosaic. She rushes to it and opens the door. Its true, she's home. the sunlight and fresh air feel wonderful. She then notices the eyes of a pedestrian passing bye looking at her, at her crotch. Soaked and messy. She swiftly shuts the door and runs to the bathroom. Leaving a trail of brown pee and footprints in the hallway rug. She strips down and jumps in the shower. Mostly relieved to be home, to be clean. But still unnerved and paranoid. Afraid that this isn't real. (I just kinda improvved this, from some jokes i had with lewd friends. It almost went even darker with a bad ending)
  6. Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.
  7. Kaiserreich is an alt-historical mod for Hearts of Iron: Darkest Hour, and Hearts of Iron 4, based on the premise of the Germans winning the first world war (or Weltkrieg, as the KR world calls it). There will be historical figures present throughout this story, and our main character will likely even interact with a few of them. While some are fairly easily recognizable, others are a tad bit more obscure, so I will be answering any questions that people not familiar with the setting may have about those historical personages. This story will follow the perspective of a pre-made character (Unlike most of my interactive stories!) on the side of the Confederated Syndicates of America, or CSA. They are socialist in the traditional sense, and not the center-to-right-wing sense. If that's a problem, you might want to bail now. With that aside, we can begin... --- April 4th, 1937, 0731 hours Washington D.C. Jeanne Belrose scrambled for cover as the next volley of federalist artillery pounded the city block, throwing shrapnel and globs of mud into the air as the shells fell like the pouring rain from the gray and black clouds above Only two months ago, her life had been tense, but otherwise peaceful. That all ended when Douglas MacArthur attempted to arrest recently elected president Jack Reed, overthrowing the rightful government. Ever since his narrow escape, the sickly but charismatic former journalist had rallied the Syndicates to his cause, calling for them to take up arms in defense of their freedom and rights. A refugee that had fled France during the clashes between the national government and the Communards, she had simply wished to avoid conflict. With a captured Springfield 1903 in her hands, clips in her jacket pouches, and a mass-produced steel helmet atop her head, she was doing quite the opposite. She shook herself from her thoughts. "I need to focus..." the tall blonde muttered in accented English. "HOLD STEADY!" Came the call from Sergeant Moreau, a former Federalist that had grown tired of fighting riots during MacArthur's coup. A short and stocky man, he held his helmet down as he gesticulated at the sky, his next words drowned by the explosions slamming into the surrounding residential area. Despite the barrage around her, she knew that D.C. was only poorly defended - General Butler had briefed the assembled divisions in person, and it was well known that the border with the reactionary South - The 'American Union State', was throwing everything they had at the shared AUS-CSA border. Reports from pilots described the battlefields as a living hell. Some of those pilots finally seemed to have arrived, Jeanne realized, following Moreau's gestures. She could just barely make out the red-and-black monoplanes that had just started to roll out of the factories when she had left home. They screamed in from above, and at the last moment before pulling up, released their bombs. The resulting explosions sent a cheer up from the foxholes, and with the shrill shriek of the NCO's whistles, the First Chicago Steelworker's Militia charged forth, with Weltkrieg vintage machine guns laying down cover fire. --- Washington D.C., White House front lawn. 1250 hours. Soaked in sweat and rainwater, Jeanne's squad let themselves fall to the muddy ground, caring little about mud dirtying their uniforms. The somewhat waterproof greatcoats would wash easily, and a little elbow grease would get grass stains out of the pants once the logistics corps brought up soap with the chow, ammo and fuel. Jeanne laid back against the grass, arms folded behind her head. After months of fighting with her squad, she no longer cared if they saw her soaked gray button-up shirt clinging to her chest. Her greatcoat was spread out beneath her like a tarp to keep most of her back dry, and as the men and women around her chatted about the surprisingly brief battle that had concluded half an hour ago, she watched the clear sky for aerial recon and patrols flying off to accomplish their missions. According to a communique from General Butler, they would be relocating westward, catching R&R on the road while an armored unit was sent to D.C. to entrench. In the mean time, there were a few things she could do. A small kitchen had been set up on the lawn, and the smell of grilling meat was starting to overtake the smell of sweat, rain, grass and blood that had permeated the area not too long ago. She wasn't all that hungry yet, but she could at least chat with her comrades, perhaps catch up with regional news. Another option laid nearby, as well. An armored scout car and crew were parked next to the impromptu motor pool - really a surprisingly undamaged civilian garage. Given their role in recon, they might know something about the opposition that she hadn't personally seen... And she was fascinated by the six-wheeled vehicle and its tank-like turret. Before she could mull over which area to check out first, something caught her eye. Somebody that looked like an old friend was resting in a sandbagged MG nest. Was it really her dear friend? It was difficult to say with part of her body obscured by the bags of damp sand. --- What does Jeanne settle on? A) Grab some chow and chat with the other squads - She'd always have a chance to talk with light cavalry after another battle. B) Ignore the chow for now and focus on ogling the speedy, punchy armored car while she had a chance to see one up close. It's not a guarantee that that familiar figure really is her friend. C) Disregard food and machinery and go chat with the familiar gunner. --- Author's Notes: For the sake of reaching a greater number of people, this KR interactive will not contain messing content unlike most of my stories. If anybody is interested, there will be a messing-included interactive in the works once this one concludes.
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  18. *hey. Just going to start this with a disclaimer that i’m doing this partially out of boredom and that I only plan on continuing this if enough people reply to make it interesting. So if it takes 3 days to finish character creation because only one or two people answer it might die. So even if you don’t care what happens comment and contribute.* Welcome to the world’s horniest role playing game. The rules are simple, whenever a check is made, roll 2d6. If it’s less than your skill plus any modifiers it’s a pass, otherwise it fails. In apposed checks, if both succeed, the winner is the one that rolled lowest under their skill plus modifiers. The rest will be explained if it comes up. first character name. You pick this in your comment and the best sounding one will be chosen. Sex. Yes! Oh you mean character sex. This book contains rules for playing female characters only, for male characters, please refer to the Dongs and Dickery expansion. Species. The following species are available as player races. Humans: The most common race in the world. +1 HP at start. Elves: Nimble and agile folk of the forest. Slow aging and naturally gifted in magic, but physically frail. Their bodies develop slowly, their may have an adult mind and stature while parts of their physiology lag behind. Leading to a embarrassing stereotype that young adult elves lack proper bladder control. +1 Agility, +1 Charisma, -1 Build. -1 to continence saves from damage. + to stealth Beast folk: Strong willed and strong bodied people of a warrior culture. They possess animalistic qualities such as claws and horns, but mostly look like humans. They are not well liked in much of the world while others view them as respected and powerful warriors. +1 Build, +1 Will, -2 Charisma. +1 to Will saves against fear Beast folk all have a natural urge to mark territory resulting from centuries of warfare between tribes over territory. When they smell urine from a predatory animal or from another Beast Folk they do not recognize, they must make a continence save at a -4 penalty or become desperate. After race is chosen, we choose stats. You have the following ability scores to put into these 5 stats 4,5,6,7,8 Agility: Your ability to move quickly and silently, as well as use ranged and light weapons. Your armor is equal to this when you don’t have anything else. Build: Your ability to move, push, or otherwise push your weight around. It also measures the general strength and health of your body. It’s used for melee weapon attacks. Most continence saves are made using this stat. Your max bladder size is also calculated using double this value. So keep it high if you want things to stay dry... or don’t. Charisma: Your skill that lets you lie, talk your way out of situations, or talk someone into situations. Usually very fun ones. The kind you don’t tell your parents about. Enough said Will: Willpower. What you use to stop from being sacred, scare people, use magic, etc. It’s involved in continence saves involving fear. Intelligence: Used to know about history, science, magic, etc. You need this to be high if you want to be a wizard. For your comment just list the five stats in your order of importance. Those will be tallied up and stats will be distributed accordingly. Class is the only thing left. Just pick one of these based on stats and what you want for the story. The most popular class will be decided based on the vote. Rogue Sneaky, silent, and treasure focused. Main Stat Agility Build + 3 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in light weapons rogue skills: stealth, pick pocketing, exploration, and assorted other skills get a +1 bonus Leather armor (agility +1 armor) Dagger (Light, 1d6 damage), or a bow Fighter A martial warrior with good offense. Main ability: Build Build + 5 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in all weapons and armor Art of the sword: +1 to all attack rolls Half Plate (7 armor) Medium weapon (d8 damage) and a shield (+1 armor against some attacks), or a heavy weapon (1d10 damage) Sorcerous Powerful magic users. Main ability: Intelligence Build + 2 HP Will + 6 Mana Learned Expertise: +1 to all Int skill checks 5 random spells Cleric Servants of higher powers that fight for good (or evil) and purity (or not). Main ability: Will Build +4 HP Will + 4 Mana Servant of the Gods: you are liked by others of your religion. +1 to saves against fear. Proficiency with all armor and light weapons. Half Plate (7 armor) Mace (1d6 damage) and a shield (+1 armor) 3 Random spells + Cure Bard This is where I would have it a flowery description, but you know what these guys are about Main ability: Charisma Build + 4 HP Will + Charisma Mana Persuasive Bastard: +1 to all checks using Charisma. Proficiency in Light armor and all weapons Leather Armor (Agility +1 Armor) Rapier (Light, 1d6 damage), Longsword (1d8 damage) 4 Random spells Now just vote for your favorite. Hope you all have fun! What you want to know other mechanics? Those will be explained later, just vote. It’s more fun that way.
  19. "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 19. He is a little bit short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  20. So last night i was driving to my local drama group and as I approached the town i suddenly felt a good urge to pee, originally i just planned to go straight to drama and use the toilet but once i parked up and the cold wind kicked in I knew I had to pee soon. So I begin walking and see a darkened pathway but decided against it, eventually i found an almost pitch black ally way and thought that would do. So I position myself away from the road incase anyone decided to walk down the path next to me, got my jeans and underwear down enough and let go. It felt sooo good but i couldn't help but think that someone could be walking and notice or just watch from a distance which now thinking about it made it more enjoyable. I soon finished up and headed to drama. Well i hope you enjoyed this very unplanned story i know i did.
  21. CW: Suicide So this a new idea I'm working on. Wanted to give props to @Sophie ♥ from DD for the limbo idea. ......... ................... ................. Beginnings and Endings "Dying is one of the weirdest things you will ever have to deal with, from what I understand mine was slightly nonstandard. Apparently, the usual deal is that one moment you’re here the next you’re in the big cosmic airport terminal waiting to be sorted based on whatever you where in life or something like that. It’s all weird and metaphysical and post-modernist and shit and even being dead I don’t fully get it. My boss says that I won’t till I fully crossover. I’m Ashley by the way. So yeah, I’m kinda’ in capital L limbo or something, this tends to happen with suicides and gets decided way above my paygrade. Of course, it may not even be "decided" so much as the power cosmic makes it happen because it must be that way. Like I said death is weird and yet strangely normal at times. Mine was two weeks ago and I’m still getting used to it." "I suppose I should fill you on the backstory since your reading my…. Limbo Journal? I’ve really got to think of better name for this thing. If your recently deceased sorry, but a yeah, pro tip you can still web surf; E.M. radiation FTW. Anyway (whistles awkwardly) this is the story of how I died….." "It was June of 2019 and I had just staggered my way out of college and into the real world with no idea what the fuck I was doing. I at least made it up to the Boston area like I wanted and got a job as a junior tech running network admin for some generic company. I think they made parking meters? So yeah life was meh like it had always been, and I was angry, frustrated, and wanted to fuck shit up because politics and everything is suck in terms of the world. That’s when I met Gary a.k.a K#YBOARDL@NCER from network security. Gary was an ass, but he was also my ticket into a local hacktivist collective and because I was gung ho and eager to travel I got a staring role in their big breakout performance." "The plan was simple and something I had been dying to try for years. Wipe out the personal loan data of everyone at a major bank. This group had struck gold, finding a zero day for the new networked ATMs Bank of America was rolling out. This would allow us to both sneak a trojan onto their servers and give us a readymade bot net. My job was to zig zag across the country uploading multiple copies onto hundreds of ATMs. One of the best perks of being a soldier in the glorious revolution turned out being able to press enter to make it rain. Once we launched it caught everybody off guard. We didn’t get everything, but we did some hella serious damage. Which is why the FEDs got involve and O’fuck me sideways I’m hauling ass for Canada with a bogus passport." "I was in middle of fucking nowhere Ohio when it hit me. My life was pretty much over and our best shot had only made a small dent in the grand scheme of things. I stopped at this cool little motel that was cheap and had an attached barcade. Then I spent three days getting lit and eating dinner food. I also wrote my memoirs such as they were and drove up to a nearby state park. After doubling checking that everything was safely on the cloud. I got out the backup option I had bought with the passport in LA. There was no way in hell I would last more than a year in federal pen and I didn’t want to keep running for the rest of my life. So that left one course of action. Six hundred milligrams of morphine sulfate and an IV kit. Once each vial hand been injected into the saline bag all I had to do was put the central line in and wait." "I queued up one of my favorite acapella remixes on my phone to play me out while I watched the sunset over a beautiful fall landscape. The light and the foliage making an interesting interplay. On impulse I snapped a picture. And as everything faded to black…." " Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty But surely heaven waits for you Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry Don't you cry no more" "When I came to I was standing at the overlook and there was a young black guy with a curly crew cut, sport shirt and skinny jeans standing in front of me. Like I’m cynical and crotchety as shit. I don’t do cute, but this guy was giving off serious adorkable vibes and I actually found myself wanting to hug him." "Hi I’m Samuel." "Uh, Ashley… You’re not an EMT…." "I’m afraid it’s too late for that….." My stomach did the whole roller coaster drop as I turned around and was confronted by the mindfuck that is seeing yourself, or rather your body sitting on a park bench with an IV still sticking out of it’s arm. I looked down at my arms and got mind fuck number two, they were partially transparent "Balls…." It came out as a stunned whisper…. "So I’m…… Oh Jesus Fuck…. I’m….. and you’re….." "A Reaper" at that point I sat down and started laughing hysterically as my mind just noped the fuck out. "Ashley @#£?; born march /////, died October 30th 2019, 6:20 pm. Bit of a rap sheet. Besides the usual petty human shit; we have grand larceny, vandalism, ‘cyber terrorism’, hubris, gluttony, alcohol abuse, and self-harm." “Not going to bring up my porn collection?" still laughing my ass off, Samuel smirks "The powers generally don’t give a baboon’s behind about that stuff hon." I laugh harder "SUCK IT FUNDIES SUCK IT" "Yeah I was not handling death well and the laughter quickly turned into those big heaving full body sobs." Samuel sat down next to me and pulled me in for a hug as I rode it out. "So, I’m going down stairs I take it?" "Of course, not Ashley!" "Wah!?" "You’ve made mistakes some of them big and your going to have to work on things but at the end of the day your still good people." "What happens now?" "We meet the boss." "God!!?" Samuel chuckles "No more middle management…."
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