Lewd Dragon Queen of Genocide, Rape and Slavery

Reincarnated as a lewd Dragon girl in another world?! Say it isn't so!
Well, at least I am incredibly overpowered? And also have dozens of drawbacks that make me easily raped and beat by anything with a dick? Don't mind that too much, honestly.
(This is a work based off of the Demon's Blessing/Demon-God of World Creation CYOA
The MC is a Self Insert, as well as a loli dragon girl, and also incredibly lewd, as you should be able to see from the tags
Originally named 'Lewdest Dragon Girl in Existence', I decided to change the name to the current one, since its less generic)

Notes:

A list of all my powers and drawbacks is at the end, and it is rather long. Incredibly long even.
I already have 9 chapters written for this work, but that's it.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Parasitized and Loving it

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I feel myself changing from my previous, human body to a much, much shorter dragon girl body. My dick also disappears out of existence, being replaced by a perpetually wet and easy to pleasure pussy. Can't complain much about it, literally asked for it, nothing do be done.

Soon enough the transformation sequence stops, and all the abilities, choices and drawbacks kick into effect for me all at once, leaving my mind a horny, lewd, scrambled mess. Then I get dropped into the new world, on the grassy ground of the forest, my mind scrambled and barely coherent. But still coherent enough to use my most powerful ability, my Infinity, and simply changing my mind. I am not removing any of my drawbacks to restore my mental faculties. Rather, I use Infinity to boost my willpoer and mental strength to... basically infinity, of course.

The drawbacks will still affect me, of course, but not to the point where I can't even think about anything but non-stop fucking, and I seriously doubt that anything can actually mind break me now. Cause getting bad ended sounds like fun, but I don't want to actually get lose my mind, I still want to have fun getting dommed, but on my terms, even if my terms are something like 'I trip and fall onto my face and pretend I was defeated, then get raped by a monster'.

With that little thing done I look around for a moment, and see the mass of slithering parasitic tentacles coming towards me, with the intentions of fucking me and entering my body and probably messing around with my mind. I do have an ability for that, so I'm not really worried for that.

Now, I could just turn into a dragon and obliterate them all by breathing on them, or use Infinity to completely annihilate them, or use any of my other powers, but I'm not gonna do that. After all, why would I do that when I could have some fun with them?

So, instead of doing any of that, I trip and fall to the ground in front of the aproaching mass of parasites, letting out an erotic moan because of one of my numerous drawback as I fall face into the dirt, stopping the parasites in their tracks solely because of the sheer arousal it felt at hearing my moan.

"Oh nooooooo~ I hope no dastardly parasites are nearby to take advantage of my incredibly vulnerable position." I say in a beautiful, melodic voice enhanced by my numerous abilities and drawbacks, while laying face down in the dirt and ass up in the air.

Of course, this immediately drives all the parasites into a frenzy, courtesy of my numerous beauty enhancing abilities, which make everything about me, including my voice, the most beautiful, sexy and attractive thing in reality.

I just lay there, with my face in the dirt while the parasites my seemingly defensless body. Yep, I can surely do nothing to escape. I am totally trapped in place by... uhhhhhh... the... dirt? Yeah, sure I'll go with that.

And then I feel hundreds of tiny, slimy tentacles start to crawl up my legs, and I shiver in pleasure, my extra sensitive body feeling each single movement of the tiny monsters as they start slithering towards my dripping, exposed pussy, and I can't hold back my incredibly loud moan as I feel the little tentacles moving.

My breath hitches for a moment as one of them enters my incredibly slick cunt, and then I let out a loud, shuddering gasp as more and more start entering me, while some continue up my thighs towards my asshole, and others that started moving up my upper thighs instead of my lower start crawling across my stomach, which both brings me pleasure and tickles me.

Suddenly, I felt something touching my asshole, and before I could anticipate it or prepare myself I let out a strangled gasp as the tiny parasitic worm slipped into my ass. I moaned incoherently as more parasites slipped into my ass. One, two, three, five, ten, and then I couldn't hold on anymore. A combination of Anal Weakness, Extra Sensitivity and a bunch of other lewd drawbacks that made me incredibly easy to please made me orgasm in less than 5 seconds of parasites slipping into my ass, and I let out the loudest, lewdest, filthiest moan in existence as I cum my brains out from some parasites slipping into my backdoor hole.

Despite that, none of the parasites stop trying to crawl onto my body. Hundreds of tiny, little tentacle or worm parasites crawling across and into my body, some eagerly entering my cunt and intesifying the pleasure I was already feeling, others crawling into my ass, and others that continue slithering along my tummy until they reached my tiny, basically non-existant breasts and noticeable nipples. Some of them continued on their way up my body, but some stopped in place, curious about my nipples? Or maybe they realised how much of an erogenous zone it was, because they started gathering around my nipples.

Hey, do you remember one drawback that I had? I certainly do right now. Because having the Penetrable Nipples drawback means that these parasitic worms can easily push into my nipples and settle into my tiny, non existent breasts, even if it makes no sense that they could fit in there. But hey, that's Hentai Physics for you, and also have that, so its no suprise that this bullshittery is working.

Did I also mention how hot and pleasurable this was as well? Because while I was complaining a bit, I cretainly wasn't regretting my choices, as I came again and again from the parasites invading my pussy, ass and breasts, it was an incredibly enjoyable experience, to feel thousands of squirming bodies around my hyper-sensitive skin, and also hundreds of squirming worms inside me.

Now, normally... I have no idea. Nothing about this situation is normal, I have no idea what would happen to somone who isn't loaded up with dozens of perks and drawbacks, probably not this... but what I certainly didn't expect to happen was for my breasts to start expanding because of the parasties entering them. Like, I chose lolification as drawback, how is this possible? But yes, my breasts started getting bigger and bigger because of the massive amounts of parasites gathering in them. And of course they were getting bigger in a completely aesthetically pleasing way, with nothing to show that they were full of wormy parasites.

My train of thought was interrupted by my second orgasm, hitting me like a freight train, being even more pleasurable than the previous one, the little parasites in my holes wiggling over and over again, even as more and more of them continued climbing onto my slender legs, while some started slithering onto my hands and arms after avoiding my legs and instead moving forwards.

It didn't take more than another ten or so seconds for the parasites that crawled over my belly and those that slithered onto my arms to meet on my face, and start to head towards my mouth. Now, I could have just kept my mouth closed, and not let them desecrate me even more, but then they would have covered my face and nose, and I wouldn't have been able to breathe anymore. Ignore the fact that I don't need to breathe thanks to Perfect.

So, now my mouth started being filled with disgusting worms as well. I would have probably panicked if this was my last life, but as another orgasm hits me I can do nothing but scream out in pleasure from the intense pleasure that courses through my whole body like electricity, and I cannot hold myself up anymore because of the sheer, unimaginable ecstasy that hits me. I let go of my position, now just laying there as more and more parasites started crawling onto my body.

What happens next definitely isn't something that I expected, but it is something that brings me extreme arousal. I can feel some prodding and probing in one of my ears as some adventurous little parasite enters my ear, and I can barely hold myself from screaming 'YES! DO IT!' as to not ruin this incredibly enjoyable rape that technically isn't rape, because I could have definitely escaped at any moment I wanted.

It slithered along my ear canal some more, much to my pleasure, heading directly to my brain. I think. I have no idea how biology works anD I DON'T NEED TO KNOW BECAUSE I'M CUMMING AGAAAAIN. YEEESSS~

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~~~~" I orgasmed in the loudest way possible, this being the best orgasm so far, mostly because of the stacking pleasure from the Ahegao drawback. Speaking of ahegao, I was definitely making that face right now as my mouth opened wide and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I felt another touch at one of my ears. For a second I was suprised, and as I felt another touch and another, I realised that the parasites had decided that going through my ears was a good idea, and I couldn't have been hornier than that as some of the tentacle parasites started slithering their way through my ear canals, to the inside of my head, the first one ahead of them a couple of centimetres. And then I felt a literal brush against my mind, or more accurately my brain. Thank fuck that I got Hentai Physics, cause if I didn't have I'm sure the little parasite touchng my brain would be much less pleasurable, and much more death inducing.

And then I felt it start rubbing itself against my brain, at least I assumed that's what it was rubbing against, because my mind and head were lit on fire with pleasure as the little worm parasite started moving around my brain. Fuuuuuuck, that's sooo gooooooood~

So of course my stupid ass had to vociferate that out loud, because I am a pervert and chose this situation for myself.

"NGGGHHH~~~ Shooooooo goood~~" I say out loud in what must be the sluttiest voice in this world, and probably a couple worlds over as well. Well, maybe I would have thought that, but what was going on in my mind was more along the lines of 'yesshhhh, keep going you nasty, dirty, pleasurable parasites, keep fucking my brain hard and good' or something along those lines as more parasites started reaching the inside of my head. And then they also started rubbing and slithering all over my brain as well. And ten one of those little adorable fuckers got the bright idea to actually push against my brain. Yeah. Fair to say that without the protection of Hentai Physics I would be dead from brain damage.

But it's also fair to say that as soon as the little tentacle started worming its way into my brain I came again so hard that my screams and moans of pleasures could be heard for several kilometers, while my vision turned to white and I couldn't see or think anymore, simply because of how hard I orgasmed as my brain was fucked with.

Then another one slipped into my brain, and the proccess repeated, while I tensed so hard from the orgasm that I accidentally made a hole in the ground.

This process repeated for several more minutes, until the parasites decided that I finally had enough, and stopped sexually assaulting me. For now.

I recovered in around 10 seconds and looked around myself, and saw that I was in a smallish pool of my own cum. And by smallish I mean it could have filled a small room with how much jizz I released.

I look down at myself and stare at the dispropotionally large breasts compated to the rest of my body, breasts that are definitely bigger than my head, knowing that they're filled with parasites. I shudder in lust and arousal at the mental image, biting my lip at the idea, and knowing that it was at least moderately accurate.

Welp, I wouldn't be rid of these parasites for the entire month, so I should probably get used to having giantic, parasite filled tits for the rest of the month.

Wonder what starting penalty I'll find next?

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Only Good Goblin

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For the next day or so I just wandered around the forest, not doing much. I don't need to eat, drink, sleep or anything like that, so I can just randomly move through the forest for an entire day without getting tired, only collapsing occasionally from an extreme orgasm given to me by some of the parasites wiggling in my bum or my brains. I did train in some weapons, in case I'd need them. Swinging an axe around with enough force to chop down trees in one single hit is fun.

As soon as night came and midnight passed by and a new day started, another starting penalty showed up.

More accurately, a small horde of goblins came out of the woodworks, literally out of nowhere. I would not be suprised if they didn't exist moments prior, and they were created simply for the purpose of fucking with and fucking me.

Now, I could just submit to them like I did with the parasites... but that'd be boring! So, instead of doing that, I move one of the golden coins that I randomly found in the forest while wandering through it out of my inventory, before flipping it into the air. Dragon side up I kill the goblins, human side up I submit to the them. Ignore the fact that I have an ability that improves my luck, I'm sure that's not relevant.

"Oh, look! It landed dragon side up. You know what that means..." I say out loud to the approaching goblins, that had nearly reached me now, dodging its spear thrust, before using one of my items.

With a flex of my hand, my Transform Ring turns into a sharp pickaxe, and I heft it onto my shoulder menacingly while giving the goblins a bloodthirsty look.

"You know what they say. 'The only good goblin is a dead goblin', and y'all are about to be very good goblins." I say out loud, before moving forwards with a burst of speed, swinging my pickaxe into one of the monsters' heads, piercing its skull with a sickeningly loud CRCK, my weapon shredding through its brain, and coming out the other side of its tiny head.

I moved my weapon out of its head, and with my strength I removed a good chunk of its head as well. Not that it really mattered, it was already dead.

I charged the nearest enemy and swung my pickaxe upwards through its chin, the tip of my weapon easily moving through the internals of its head, coming out of the top of its head after removing whatever stood in its path.

"This is fun~" I say in my both childish and erotic voice, in complete contrast to the fact that I am wielding a blood stained pickaxe with little bits of sticky brain matter still clinging to it.

"Who's next?" I ask rhetorically, because I already knew who was next. All of them!

With another dash and a swing, another goblin was impaled through the eye and killed by my mining tool.

One of the nearby goblins decides to for some reason remove its loincloth and charge me, dick swinging. I don't know why it did that, but its super effective considering my moistening pussy and my suddenly dry mouth. No matter. If having this female body is making me unable to beat the fuckers, I simply won't.

So, instead of bothering with trying to fight with my biological and psychological needs of being dicked down by goblin dick, I simply turn into my True Dragon form.

And now the goblins look a little less confident in defeating me. Just to confirm that yes, they are going to get their asses kicked to hell and back, I throw my head back and let out a world shaking roar that could be heard for perhaps dozens of kilometres. When I return my gaze back upon them they are all dead...

Oops. Yeah, I should have probably expected that such a loud roar would kill anything near me... probably shouldn't use it again if I don't want to kill all creatures in a kilometre or so because of sheer loudness.

I turn back into my dragon girl form, and immediately experience a mind melting orgasm as I fall to the bloody, muddy ground, spasming in pleasure. Apparently the parasites didn't appreciate being temporaly removed while I was in my True Dragon form. Sucks to suck I guess.

Now, what to do now... it would be fun if I were to find a dungeon to explore. And with my luck, I'm sure to find one even if I just start flying in a random direction.

"Yeah, let's goooo!" I cheer as I jump into the air and take flight in a random direction. And as I gain height and start flying over the tree tops, as I feel the wind whizzing past me as I fly faster than a car, as I look at beautiful landscape before me unfolding itself in front of my eyes as I fly and dance through the air, I know I gained a new passion. I'm wondering why I didn't do this yesterday? It's amazing!

"YEEEEEEEEEEE!" I shout as I dive nose first towards the ground, like in a roller coaster, only there is nothing holding me in place, only my wings guiding my flight, and I feel the sheer amazingness and exhilaration of free falling straight towards the ground. Just as I am about to hit the ground, I right my flight path, barely avoiding a collision with the ground by a half a metres or so, and I can do nothing but laugh as adrenaline fills my veins.

"HAHAHA. THIS IS AMAZINGGGGGG!" I shout out as I gain speed once more and start gaining height again, looking at the beautiful forest before me, with a city in the distance in the opposite direction to where I am going, and a mountain top in the direction I am heading towards.

While I could just go straight towards the mountain, and probably find a dungeon or whatever, I don't want to do that. Instead, I am cursing myself for not thinking of doing this yesterday, what an idiot I was.

Also, none of the parasites have done anything to me since I took flight. Perhaps they realise if they make me lose my flight by making me orgasm we'll both die? I don't think I'd actually die, considering I gave myself nigh limitless endurance and strength, to the point I'm pretty sure that I could just head down towards the ground at max speed and not recieve any damage from the momentum. But I'm not sure they know I'm virtually immortal.

Either way, what matters is enjoying myself, and while I'm sure that I'd enjoy myself with whatever erotic traps and monsters there are in that dungeon, I am having much more fun fucking FLYING. I am flying, hahahaha. It's a dream come true, to just go around flying. This is truly a wish fulfillment world simply cause of the fact I can fly around the sky at incredibly speeds.

I know that at some point I am going to wake up collared as a slave in some random nobles basement as a sex slave, and I was going to play along... but now I'm not so sure. I would have to stay trapped in some basement for several days and not enjoy flying. Well, I don't have to, that's just what I planning to do, give him the impression that I am actually trapped, but if I'd have to give up flying for that I defently don't think I want to play along now.

A couple of hours pass by while I fly around the mountain, thinking about what I am planning to do in this fantastical world, and how much I enjoy flying. Eventually I do decide to land and explore the dungeon, mostly because I am curious about what there is in it.

As soon as I touch down, I am instantly dropped to my knees from an orgasm as the parasites decide to make me orgasm a lot after my flight, and I can do nothing but twitch in place an ahe gao from the sheer amount of pleasure. For a couple of minutes straight I'm just orgasming again and again, until they eventually subside and stop making me orgasm.

"Haah, haaah, haaah. You... huuff... guys don't joke around, huh?" I ask the parasites inside of me once I recover from the ordeal.

"Time to explore this dungeon and see if there's anything of interest in it. Maybe some lewd traps that will take advantage of me?" I talk to myself with a smirk, before entering the dungeon, ready to get fucked by some tentacle pits, or web traps, or some interesting. Only there aren't any traps to be seen around, just a dark, damp hallway.

Eventually I do come across some monsters, but they aren't horny, lewd monsters, they're some skeletons that obviously aren't lewd, and just head towards me, swords drawn.

"Sigh. That's sooooo boring..." I complain as I use my Transform Ring and turn it into a pickaxe once more. The sounds of skulls and bones breaking under the swing of my pickaxe as I strike and strike at the approaching skeletons is fun though. In no time at all the 30 or so skeletons that were attacking me are now nothing more than some piles of shattered bones that couldn't resist the power of my pickaxe.

I head deeper into the dungeon, until I find what could be the person responisble for the skeletons. A young looking man, reading from a book and doing some strange gestures with his hands as a corpse is slowly being covered in burning green flames.

As soon as I lay eyes upon him I wonder what his cum would taste like, and that I should drop to my knees and suck him off. Wait, what? I wonder for a second, before remembering that I am addicted to cum. Oops.

Should I try to kill the man that made those skeletons? On one hand, I have nothing against necromancy, I think its neat. On the other hand, they tried to kill me as soon as they saw me, sooooo... I guess it's killing time.

I dash towards him with a burst of speed, and before he can even react or realise what is happening, my pickaxe is embedded into the back of his head, cracking his skull and piercing straight into his brain, then busting his jaw and coming out through his chin. Fair to say he's dead on the spot.

"I didn't really hesitate to kill him very much... I guess some of my abilities are affecting me so I don't feel any hesitation on killing people? Maybe Battle Maniac or something..." I trail off, before looking at the corpse that he was working on. I can't really make anything out of it, not even its gender, it's too badly mutilated. Oof.

"Welp, not my problem. I'm outta here, I have better things to do. Like flying." I say as I leave the dungeon, and take flight once more.

Wonder what'll happen tomorrow.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: To be or not to be (a sex slave)

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For the rest of the day, I switched it up from flying around and enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing past my face as I flew faster than a car, then landing and instantly getting blasted with a couple of orgasms for a few minutes from agitated and annoying parasites that infest my body, then spending an hour or so training with swords, axes, spears and pickaxes made from my Transform Ring.

I didn't need to eat, drink, sleep, rest or any other silly and boring thing like that, like I needed in my previous life, so I could just keep going indefinitely. Honestly, the biggest regret is the lack of internet. No more interacting with strangers online, no more reading fanfiction, no more listening to neat and wonderful music, no more porn games, no more normal games, and a bunch of other stuff. Incredibly sad, but nothing to be done now except enjoying my new lot in life. And it is a pretty amazing thing that I got going, I'm sure plenty of people would kill in my place, it's just that I can't keep myself from missing the few things I don't have anymore because I'm an extremely horny dragon girl in a perverted fantasy world.

Anyway, all of that thinking and wondering and all that jazz gets interrupted when between one blink and the next I go from flying above a random forest, to being in some dark room with a collar around my neck. Ah, just what I was thinking about a couple of hours ago, now what to do?

I am laid down on a table, with some manacles holding me captive on it. I could probably easily destroy them with a flex of my hands or, even better, just by turning into a True Dragon, and destroying this entire house just like that.

Of course, I don't do that because I am curious about what will happen next, and willing to endure a few hours, or maybe days, of being locked up. And because I am horny, can't forget that incredibly relevant addition.

No one shows up for a while. Which should be obvious in hindsight, considering I am pretty sure that it's around midnight, so obviously the person living here is asleep right now. Doesn't mean it's not annoying having to sit down tied down to a fucking table for an entire night. UGH.

But eventually, I hear a door opening, and I come face to face with my new temporary owner. And... there's nothing much to say about him. Just your average background character, you know?

Unfortunately, my thoughts are interrupted by the man standing in front of me realising that there is an incredibly beautiful dragon girl locked on his table in the basement, much to his suprise.

"YESSSSS! THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUEEEEE!" He shouts in glee as he begins taking off his pants. Totally cringe by the way my dude, dreaming about a dragon loli being tied up to your table while wearing a slave collar, but whatever floats your boat I guess. Cause while this is technically not rape, since I actually want this, he doesn't know that. All he knows is that he's about to fuck a 10 year old looking girl restrained in his basement. Not a very good look, dude.

And the first thing he does once he gets naked, is walking up to my head, dick bobbing up and down while getting harder as blood flows into it. And damn, that smells good, and I also want to taste his cum and suck him off and...

My mind trails off while my eyes focus on his dick, constantly sniffing in his delicious musk, mouth open and panting, ready to take in the tasty looking cock in front of me.

"Damn, you already look like you're in love with my cock... you're such a slut..." He begins saying while moving his hips left and right, his cock hypnotically bouncing left and right in front of my face. "Repeat after me: 'I'm a huge slut, and I want to taste Masters' cock and drink his cum.'" He orders me, and I decide to comply with his request, my mind way too clouded by lust and his smell to consider doing otherwise.

"I'm a huge slut, and I want to taste Masters' deliciously smelly cock and drink his cum." I respond, basically as he says. For a moment, he looks delighted, before frowning a second later.

"That's not what I said... Slut, say 'I'm a huge slut, and I want to taste Masters' cock and drink his cum.' Nothing more, nothing less." He orders me, and while I could do that... I'm not going to~

"I'm such a huge slut for Master and his gigantic, smelly cock, and want to drink all his cum deep in my tummy~!" I inform him, while grinning mischievously. He looks a little frustrated for a couple of seconds. Then, he smirks and starts moving his dick towards my face.

"Fine. If you want to play like that, guess I'll have to punish you. Open your mouth wide and say aaah." He orders me, and I instantly comply.

"Aaaaahhh~" I start saying while he shoves his cock into my mouth, and a second later he's eagerly thrusting away at my mouth, a look of ecstasy on his face as he pounds away at my poor, poor face, his hands wandering down to my horns, and then he's holding onto them as he rams his shaft down my throat, and I happily moan and take more of it as I orgasm from the feeling.

And then I start actually sucking him off, bobbing my head back and forth, while he holds onto my horns, and in that moment I remember my incredibly long tongue. So of course, I put it in action by wrapping it around his dick as I inhale more and more of it into my mouth, until my nose meets his pubes, and I inhale the scent of his dick while eagerly sucking it into my throat, working my throat muscles and my long tongue to get him off. And in no time at all he's cumming into me, the salty taste of his cum on my tongue causing me to go cross eyed in pleasure from his delcious semen.

He pulled back his hips for a moment, then rammed his hips back into my face with all his strength, ramming his rod down my throat and into my actual stomach as he begins to facefuck me hard, consistently thrusting into my mouth without stop or care as hard as he could. Which is not very strong, considering he's just some random human, but I'll still give him an A for effort. And for the delicious taste and smell of his meat rod.

The smell of his dick continued to assault my senses since his length started assaulting my mouth, and my loud, lewd moans could probably be heard across the entire house. All the while I continued moving my tongue around his dick, eventually deciding that that wasn't enough, and slipping my tongue outside of my mouth and wrapping my tongue around his cum filled nuts, licking him as thoroughly as I could. Soon enough he couldn't hold it in anymore, and he took his dick out of my mouth as he started twitching wildly.

"Damn, you're a good cock sucker, bitch." He groans out while starting to ejaculate across my face. I, of course, open my mouth and catch a few of splatters of cum with my mouth, much to his obvious arousal.

"Phew. I need to go drink something after that." He mutters to himself, pretty obviously exhausted.

Welp, that was fun, but I don't really feel like staying here much longer. Time to find the remote control of this slave collar so I can leave and do something else instead. Like flying. I easily break the chains restraining me to the table and go about finding the man who has control over my slave collar.

I find him in his kitchen, drinking some water. When he spots me he almost drops his drink to the floor, but he quickly puts it on the corner.

"What the fuck?! How'd you esca-" He begins saying, but instead of letting him finish, I snap my fingers in front of his eyes and hypnotise him.

"Show me where the remote control of my slave collar is." I order him, and he easily leads me to his room and moves his bed, showing a hole in the floorboards under the bed where the remote control is. I simply grab it and snap it in two, then four, then eight, then throw it on the ground and stomp on the remaining pieces. I then tear the slave collar off of my neck, and stomp on it as well.

"Nice. Bye. Hope you had fun while it lasted, cause we ain't meeting again." I tell him, before snapping him out of the hypnotic trance. He just stares at me in suprise and horror as I leave his shitty house.

People point at me when I'm out in the street, and I'm not very suprised. It's not every day you see the most beautiful being in the world, who also happens to be a naked dragon girl, who also happens to look to be around 10 years old.

I then take flight, going over the houses, the walls and leaving the city behind me in no time at all, and soon enough I get back to the forest where I was dropped in.

And then I have a very important realisation. I haven't trained in magic at all! The horror!

So of course, I immediately fly down to the ground, endure five minutes of orgasms from the resident parasites in my body, recover from that, and begin my forray into magic.

I, of course, begin with making a fire ball in my hands, which is not hard at all, considering I have 4-5 abilities that boost my ability to use magic. Still, it is satifying to throw a ball of flames into one of the trees. Of course, after doing that I create a torrent of water to end the flames before I accidentally start a forest fire. That wouldn't be very cool. For now.

"I wonder what cool ass shit I can do with magic?" I wonder to myself while staring at my hands, before a grin makes its way onto my face. "I don't know, but I'm sure it'll be fun to learn."

Next, I try to create a gauntlet of flames around my right hand. Or more accurately, try to create a giant claw bigger than my head made out of flames around my right hand. Sadly, instead of doing that I just create a layer of fire around it. A pretty thick layer of fire, but it wasn't very impressive. Oh well, I did just begin a few minutes ago.

Instead, I try to create a giant plant claw from the nearby vegetation, using a few of the nearby trees as material for the spell. It fails. Mostly.

I just form a big clump of wood and leaves in front of me. Like, pretty fucking big, definitely bigger than a normal house. I circle around it, for no other reason than because I am curious about it.

Continuing on from there, time to try out earth magic! Let's see what I can cook up...

It's been a couple of hours since I started, and my understanding of magic has increased. A little. I'm still not much better, which isn't really suprising. I mean, it has only been a few hours, and I kept switching types of magic from fire to water to nature to earth to air to blood to protective to ice.

Definitely interesting, but also a headache to learn. I want to clear up my mind from having to deal with that much learning, even if it is fun learning, by going on a short flight around the forest. And by short I mean couple of hours long, and by around the forest I mean that I am probably going to go so far I won't see this specific forest again.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Goblin Cave

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I raise a wall of stone in front of my eyes, shear off the top of the wall, twisting it away and remolding it in mid air into 5 spears of earth, which I quickly aim at a tree, utterly destroying it.

With a raise of my arm, gigantic, jagged spikes of earth burst out of the ground beneath some of the trees, uprooting some of them while also utterly shredding through their trunks and roots and branches. I have no idea what the average mage can do, so I have no idea if this is an average proficiency in magic or not. I know I'm supposed to be super awesome at magic, but this also isn't getting impressive yet.

So, instead of bothering with that, I continue with my practice, shooting out a belch of fire from my mouth, setting the ground and some of the trees in front of me on fire, before summoning a wave of water with a swish of my tail to extinguish the flames. As soon as all the fire goes out, I twist my wrist, and the wave of water instantly turns to frigid ice, jagged frozen spikes being visible across the entire surface of the frozen wave.

And then my training session is suddenly interrupted by the thousands of horny parasites inside of me suddenly moving as one, and deciding to continiously give me orgasms for the next 5 minutes. Fucking assholes.

Now, don't get me wrong, it is enjoyable, but come on, I was enjoying doing some magic, couldn't that have waited for just a little bit later?

Oh well, it doesn't really matter. A moment later, accompanied by the bending of my knees and the flapping of my wings, I am shooting up into the sky, enjoying the way I tore the branches and leaves of the trees around me simply from my velocity.

But as soon as I'm up high enough, I stop going vertically, and I start moving across the landscape once more. Only this time I wouldn't just enjoy the feeling of the wind whipping my face. I'll also practice some magic as well.

A flick of my clawed hands, and from them burst two blasts of wind that shot towards the ground. Of course, the wind magic lost its cohesion long before touching the ground, but its the practice that counts, not the damage you deal to your surroundings. At least I assume so, because it would be kind of a crappy magic system if you got stronger by destroying the environment.

Next, with only a thought, I cast a wind blast at the sole of my feet, shooting me forwards even faster. And also destabilising my flight a little. But that was much less important to the boost of speed.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I gleefully shout while boosting across the sky, using a wind blast every second to not let my momentum get cancelled. Kinda like dash hopping in Ultrakill, only completely different in basically ever way, except for the excalating momentum.

Eventually, though, I get a little tired and annoyed by the constant increasement in my momentum, so I decide to stop with the going fast as fuck, and start with practicing magic once again. Or at least that's what I would have done, only a couple of seconds later, I wasn't in the sky anymore, but in some underground cave, surrounded by goblins. It also appears that my momentum was completely canceled, or else I'd have probably gone straight through several dozens metres of stone.

The moment I appeared, all the nearby goblins jumped back in fright from the magic that just happened in front of them. They remained wary and scared for all of three seconds, before they realised how hot I actually was, and then they buried whatever fear of magic they had deep within them, and instead they took off their loin cloths so they could fuck me and fuck me up. At least I assume so, it's not like I'm reading their minds, but I don't see any other reasons for why they would do that.

As three of the nearby goblins approached me, I realised that I was trapped in a stockade. I have no idea how they managed to make or steal one, but whatever. Another thing I notice are the size of this cave, and the many, many other women trapped here, getting raped.

One other thing I notice is the hard dicks of the little green monsters, and I'm already wet and salivating just by looking and smelling them. Not to worry though, cause it didn't take long for them to get on my case. Or, more precisely, one of the little bastards to jumping onto my back while ramming its dick into my ass and spanking it, much to my pleasure.

That caused an incredibly lewd moan to escape my mouth, while my eyes started rolling to the back of my head already from the extreme pleasure. And then I had a dick stuck in my mouth, only about half a second after I opened it wide from my moan. Oh well, certainly can't say I mind. The smell is delicious after all~!

I start wrapping my long tongue around the dick of the goblin humping my mouth, already anticipating a tasty treat of cum. And then I feel a touch upon my horns, and I loudly mewl around the invading cock as I feel the tug upon my personal handles, as I take in more and more of the green shaft inside my mouth, my tongue working diligently to clean and pleasure every single spot on this delicious rod as the goblin keeps hold of my horns, and using them as handle bars to shove his length deeper into my mouth, much to my growing arousal and pleasure.

Then, suddenly, I feel much harsher tug at my horns as I'm forced to deepthroat its entire dick down to the base thanks to its manhandling, while at the same time ahegaoing around its cock from its forcefulness and the use of my horns.

My thoughts are taken away from my face as the goblins that climbed my ass continues ramming its dick into my tight, petite butt while spanking it over and over again, which lead to more muffled, lewd screams and moans from me, which enhanced the pleasure of the goblin fucking my mouth and throat even more.

The two goblins were fucking me so roughly that it seemed that the wooden stockade keeping me in place was already breaking. Or more lkely, because of the strenth of my orgasms, and brief loss of control over my strength during them. Not that the goblins seemed to notice, they were too busy pounding away at my holes to notice anything unusual or unnatural about me.

I was also busy with enjoying the feeling of their hot, throbbing cocks inside of me, being sandwiched between two horny, barely intelligent feral beasts that were pounding away at my holes with only the thought of breeding me and enjoying my body for their own pleasure.

One of the goblins suddenly let out a little screech, and the other followed after it. I thought for a moment that maybe they were communicating, but no, they were just expressing their pleasure. I figured that from the fact that both of them rammed their dicks as far into me as they could, before errupting inside me, one of them painting my insides white with hot, feritile cum, while the other filling my mouth with his seed, which I desperately tasted and gulped down into my stomach.

Then the two goblins were removed by two of their bretheren, and this time the one at my back thrust its hot rod into my gushing cunt, and it slid its cock into me to the hilt effortlessly because of how slick my inner walls were. At the same time, I was enjoying the smell of the dick of the other goblin, that decided to lay its cock onto my face, so I opened my mouth and moved my tongue towards its tool, licking at it while he rested it on my face, much to its obvious enjoyment.

Rubbing my face against its dick was the next logical step, staining my pretty face with its sweat and its musk, eager to have the smell of this delicious meat stick covering my entire face.

The slaps on my ass cheeks were continued by the goblin now hammering at my pussy without a thought behind its empty, greedy eyes except for breeding me. I continued moaning in pleasure with each strike like the slutty whore I was. Not exactly correct, because I wasn't getting paid for this, but it is close enough of a descriptor.

My thoughts are once more derailed by the meat of the goblin proudly rubbing it across my face moving its cock and shoving it into my mouth, and eagerly I accept it and begin servicing the tool in my mouth without a second thought, just blind accpetance and obedience as I wrap my tongue around it and begin trying to milk it for all the cum it contains like the greedy slut I am.

Why does degrading myself make me even wetter and hornier? I don't know, but I'm certain the goblin pounding into my cunt and playing with my ass like a pair of bongos doesn't mind me getting even wetter, and accepting the sliding of its dick in my insides even faster.

I continue accepting the relentless pounding of my holes without complaint, resistance or annoyance, basking in the pleasure of the rough fucking I was getting and the constant orgasms I recieved from the goblins, and the occasional delicious orgasm I milked from the pair fucking me.

Obviously, I didn't actually allow the one fucking my twat to impregnate me, because I was not very interested in laying goblin eggs or young. Maybe they would even be something like half-dragon goblins, or something like that, but I am definitely not interested in finding out.

Instead, I simply ignore those thoughts, and continue being a good cocksucker for the goblin in front of my face, who is constantly babbling things at me and pleasurably tugging at my horns as it forces its dick deeper into my mouth, as deep as it can shove it, again and again.

Not much later, the two goblins tire out, and step back from me, exhausted, and another two horny goblins replace them, ready to raveage my holes just like the previous four did. And I gleefully welcome as well, soon enough enjoying another dick ramming into my ass and causing me to orgasm, and another dick to suck on like a lolipop. Heh, lolipop.

Time passes by, and more and more goblins get exhausted and have to be replaced by new goblins. Of course, I have basically unlimited stamina from a multitude of my abilities, so I'm not even really being tired out by the constant, non-stop fucking.

However, I do eventually get bored. Much as I enjoy getting trapped and dominated by some goblin dicks, there are other things in life to do other than sex. Like magic.

So, I move my arms and easily shatter the barely still holding stockade I was trapped in, much to the suprise of the goblins, and just begin walking towards what I assume is the exit of the cavern. It isn't. I try the next room. Still just another corridor.

"Sigh. This'll take a while, huh?" I mutter to myself while aimlessly wandering through the cave, ignoring any of the goblins unless they try to attack me, in which case I easily shred them my claws or create a spike of earth to impale them on.

Eventually after enough fumbling through the cave without any idea on which way I should go I manage to find the exit. As soon as I am out of there, I jump up into the air and take flight, enjoying the sight of the bright landscape before my eyes.

What isn't that enjoyable to see is the small band of skeletons I can see marching near that mountain. What is that doing there, I thought I killed the necromancer?

Welp, let me take a closer look, and maybe it'll be a little clearer to me then.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Necromantic Apprentice

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I slowly fly closer over to the group of marching skeletons, curious to see what they were doing out here in the forest, and how they made their way here.

It doesn't take me long to realise they are being led by a figure in a black, hooded robe. I guess maybe that guy wasn't the only necromancer in the area. This one is heading right towards where the other one was living, so it's possible that they were affiliated, and this one is coming to check out the area since he didn't respond for a while or something like that?

Either way, I start slowly following him through the air, looking as the small, skeletal group slwoly gets closer to the mountain. And while I wanted to gather more information about them, I was also curious and impatient about finding more information up close and personal. And no, that wasn't an inuendo. I don't think they have dicks anyway.

While they are steadily advancing towards the mountain, they are just. SO. FUCKING. SLOW. God, it's fucking annoying how much time I'm spending not doing anything because these fuckers are slow as hell, and it'll take a billion fucking years for them to reach the mountain.

Eventually, after an hour or so, I get so impatient that I decide to say 'Fuck this' and just go towards them and find information directly from them, instead of just watching them from a distance.

So, I begin descending towards the group at a moderate speed, and then I 'crash land' in front of them, ass up and pussy exposed, obviously, with my head in the dirt, curious to see what they'll do.

For a couple of seconds nothing is heard but the silence caused by the sudden stop of the marching of the skeletons. Then...

"Skeleton Warrior #23? Execute the naked, and most likely lewd dragon girl." I hear a male voice, while I lay in the dirt.

Honestly, I am pretty suprised that he's just going to kill me. Like, really? You're not even gonna try to tap this amazing, delicious, sexy ass? Rude.

The skeletons gets to me and tries to cut off my head with his sword. Of course, as soon as his sword is within a couple centimetres of my neck, my arm surges up and cracks the iron sword like an egg with my incredible strength.

I get out of the dirt no worse for the wear, and look at the black robed necromancer and his small army.

"That was rather rude. Honestly, why'd you do that? I thought you'd trie to rape me, not execute me, ya weirdo." I complain to the suprised necromancer. Oh, I almost forgot~!

I grab the skull of the skelly boy who tried to execute me, and crumple it like a paper, only its skull breaks into pieces very, very fast.

"Oh, fuck off. Really? This world really is fucked up, if naked dragon kin girls crash land in front of armies of the undead and play dead because they want to get fucking raped. Eugh. Do people have no decency these days? Don't answer that, I already know the answer to that question. Do you have no shame? Sigh. You obviously don't have any shame, you don't even have clothes." He goes on a small rant, waving his hands through the air with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Of course I have no shame." I reply to his question, even though he already answered it. Mostly because I wanted to.

Before he can say anything more, I turn around and bend over, showing off my perfect, petite, bubble butt and shiny, wet cunt, waving my tail back and forth while moving my rump side to side in a enticing and lewd motion.

"Whaddya say, huh? Wanna feel this petite ass around your cock, big boy~?" I ask with a teasing grin on my fang filled mouth.

"No." He replies with a straight face, barely embarassed, much to my suprise. Like, come on! I'm supposed to be basically the most beautiful thing in the world!

"Huh. Really? Why? I am pretty sure I am super duper sexy and stuff, so why don't you want to bang?" I ask him, suprised and mostly not insulted.

"Becoming a necromancer means sacrficing all your lust, your perversion, your pleasure and everything related to the carnal acts in exchange for the power to endlessly control, command and supply your dead with the magic to remain animated." He informs me with a serious look on his face, his arms showing off what I can only assume is his personal army.

"Damn, sacrificing your sexuality to do cool ass necromancy is pretty based. Too bad I won't get to do any necromancy though. It's super cool, and I love necromancy as a concept, but I don't really wanna become a celibate or whatever. Would have been fun." I complain. Just my luck that I go into this world with the most sexualised build in existence, and it turns out necromancy is incompatible with that. Super sad.

His eyebrows raise in apparent suprise, before he grins and opens his mouth to say something, this time much more excited.

"Well, you seem pretty perverted... that isn't a compliment by the way. But! The hornier, lewder and more perverted you are before you sacrifice your sexuality to the Goddess of Necromancy, the more powerful and capable you will be as a necromancer! The Grandmaster, the oldest and strongest of our order, was said to be an incredible manwhore that fucked thousands upon thousands of women, before realising that his life of deviancy and hedonism was unteanable and unfullfilling, and sacrificed his wicked lusts to the Goddess." He excitedly starts his recruitment speil and also drops a bunch of lore on me. I wasn't sure if Gods exsisted or not, but apparently there is a Goddess of Necromancy? Cool.

"You have an order, huh? What's its purpose then?" I ask, probing for information now. While I don't want to rely on fantasy steretypes, necromancers and necromancy in general is evil, even if I don't like it. And this guy seems like a newbie, so maybe he'll accidentally reveal the fact that his order is evil or something. Maybe.

"Our goal is to remove the lewdness and perversion of Euraria, and install a regime pushing back the corruptive nature of the curent society, removing the corruption and endless seeking of pleasure and hedonism. Next, we'll implant necromancy councils for each country, and the smaller and weaker necromancers, like me, will rule over towns or small cities to ensure no hedonism or perversions happen." He goes on about his orders plan, and about how cool it will be to rule a town, and blah blah blah, but I'm not really interested anymore. Just annoyed and exasperated.

Like, really? I make this world as lewd as I possibly can, then this happens? Or maybe the necromancer council would have existed even if I didn't make the world super lewd, and instead it would have had far less benign goals than just making the world less lewd? Either way, I can't have that.

"Sorry dude, but I'll have to stop you and your order from doing that. I like my world perfectly lewd and perverted, thank you very much." I interrupt him, my grin missing from my face.

He notices that, and suddenly goes pale, then scowls.

"Right, right. Minions! Forward! Do not leave this lewd dragon kin alive, she may inform some of the kingdoms of our plans!" He shouted while pointing at me as the small army began advancing forward.

With a grin on my face, I twist my hand as the ring on my finger suddenly twists and turns into an axe with one bladed side. I heft it into my hand, and jump high towards the nearest skeleton, weapon held above my head, before I embed the axe into its skull. More accurately, shattering its skull with ease and continuing to fly past it, crashing through and crushing a few other skeltons in my way.

I get up off the ground in the blink of an eye, and I'm already cracking another skeleton with the axe. Then, with a command from my mind, the axe shifts into a pickaxe. Nice.

Another satisfying crck sound as I bash another undead skull into oblivion, and then another and another. It's kinda boring, but the sound they make as they crack is fun. Kinda like breaking eggs, only much more enjoyable and without making a mess.

In no time at all the skeletons were all dead though, so I made my way towards the necromancer who had turned tail and ran by now. No problem though, cause in less than one second I catch up to him, and with another swing, my pickaxe crashes into the back of his head, through his brain and out his underjaw. Ouch.

Now what? I don't know how capable I am of tracking them down, and I don't really feel like doing that anyway.

Soooooooooo... I guess it's more training time?

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Necromancy is Fun!

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Magic is fun, wholesome, and lets me burn shit down real easy. Yeah, sure, I can shoot lasers in my dragon form, but there's nothing quite as cathartic as creating a fireball and then hurling it at a tree, watching as the beautiful forest slowly is set aflame. I, of course, don't let it get too out of control, restraining my pyromaniacal tendencies at least a little and creating a wave of water to put out any fires and clean the ash and burned down trees, grass and other shit that I set on fire.

Another thing I can't resist is the siren call of Necromancy. Yeah, sure, the order of necromancers around here want to make the world less lewd, which is boring, but that doesn't mean I don't want to create some undead monstrosity, or some lewd ghosts or something like that, because not doing that would be boring as hell. Raising armies of the dead just has that cool factor, even if I'm probably not going to actually use them for anything because I'm not sure I have the desire to commit genocide or conquer the world or anything like that. I just wanna screw around with undead and Necromacy because it's fun and cool.

So, that's exactly what I do, and with how much magic talent I have from all the boons I got, creating my own Necromantic spells by just making shit up is reasonably easy. Do I have any idea how the necromancers around here use Necromancy? No. But I can just make my own branch of Necromancy I think, because I am unfair, fuckign bullshit, unkillable and basically a God with how strong I am, my only weakness being the fact I have like a couple of dozens of sexual weaknesses. Other than that, I could probably survive a nuke without being hurt at all, because I am, as I said, utter bullshit, OP, broken af.

This is confirmed by the fact that within five minutes of beginning to try learning Necromancy I manage to create a basic rotting spell, that shoots out of my hand in a bright, sickly green blob of magic that hits the healthy grass in front of me, and quickly withers the healthy plants in less than a second, turning them to dust. Of course, it's grass, so not actually that impressive, but I'm still proud of myself.

Shooting the brand new spell at a tree causes it to quickly begin… not quite sure how it's called when a plant rots, other than rotting. Its bark begins cracking and breaking, drying up in clumps, the green leaves on the branches shrivel up and dry as well, turning brown, black and grey, falling off of the branches or remaining attached to the quickly dying tree, until they actually begin withering and simply turning to dust or just falling apart all on their own, with the bark of the tree gradually becoming more and more cracked and grey, until the trunk gets so weakened and fucked up that it can't hold its own weight anymore, crashing to the ground and splintering into thousands of pieces. Definitely interesting.

Then I try my hand out at my first raising of the dead, and since this tree is kinda dead then I might as well use it as my first target. Tendrils of green energy emerge from my hands, splitting apart in dozens upon dozens of thin, green threads of Necromantic energy, which enter the fallen tree and quickly begin saturating it with the green energy of death, rot and undeath, the tree gaining a sickly green hue all around it, like an aura of decay, and moves a little, its branches and roots stirring in place, almost trying to come alive, but it seems like I did something wrong, because instead of rising or coming to undeath, a mighty crack resounds from the tree, and the barely still holding together tree trunk just splinters, again, only this time in a much worse way, quickly decaying and falling apart until nothing but mulch.

Oops? Not what I meant to do, but still interesting. Probably should try to reanimate something smaller, and figure out how I can actually do that first, instead of fucking around with a tree. How sad.

Of course, to practice necromancy some more I actually needed some targets, so I went on a quick tracking and murder of a few deers. Actually, now that I let my mind wander, there's this horrific to think about disease called Chronic Wasting Disease that affects deers and other related animals. It's a prion disease, which I don't remember what that means, and it causes deer to begin salivating excessively, makes them drink a lot of water, causes them to eat less and to just stand still for long periods of time, causing them to waste away, and lose weight quickly, makes them very confused and no longer scared of humans and eventually kills them. Anyway, I was thinking about this disease because it's also called the Zombie Deer Disease, and I was thinking about trying to do something like that.

Actually… is there plague magic? Is biological warfare something to be considered in this world? I mean, it sounds fucked up, but also I am kind of fucked in the head already, so making some biological weapons of mass destruction probably wouldn't be too much a problem…

Anyway, getting back to the subject at hand, I have a couple of deer corpses, and I want to create literal zombie deers instead of just deers affected by a horrible disease. Tendrils of necromantic energy emerge from my outstretched hands, weaving around and into the corpse of the deer I selected, and a sickly green aura surrounds it, more and more of its flesh rotting and decaying, while its closed eyelids just withered away, revealing the eye sockets beneath them, with the eyes of the dead animal also having rotten away, an empty void lacking in life except for the two glowing green pupils of the now undead animal.

I stare at the slowly rising deer, and at the state it is in. It no longer has eyelids or eyes, just two pinpricks of green light as pupils, its antlers look much more… fragile? I hope they don't fracture much more easily, because that's one of its most important weapons. A lot of its flesh is sickly green, brown or black, in several different stages of decay, several of which I think are completely unnatural and just necromancy induced. Its ribs are literally showing, most of its organs and underside having rotten away as well, dead flesh and organs falling out of its ribcage and onto the ground beneath it, taking less than five seconds for the decaying, disgusting sacs of flesh that were previously its organs to begin attracting annoying flies.

I looked at my first necromantic creation, and was forced between two viewpoints. On one hand, its fucking cool, edgy and amazing, but on the other… it smells rancid. Eugh! Almost as bad as that one mashed potato meal I had back in my old life. Just fucking disgusting. But I don't let that bother me… too much. Because I have another couple of deers to reanimate and play around with.

Of course, I'm not just going to do the same thing all over again for them, so instead for this one I focus on preserving, and hopefully even strengthening its antlers as much as I could, mostly because I think they would be useful as weapons.

The result is interesting. By the time it is reanimated its antlers look even stronger, looking much sharper, more durable than the other ones, with a slight glow to them that I could tell was some kind of magic. Which, yeah of course the glowing antlers are fucking magic, thank you magic sense. What wasn't expected was the rest of its body, because now instead of just its underside rotting away, a good portions of its feet were also stripped of flesh, while the ribs of the undead monstrosity decayed away into bone dust, nothing remaining of them but a fine pile of dust on the forest floor.

Slowly, I reanimate the other corpses I gathered, each one with a focus on something different, like preserving the stomach, which resulted in a bloated, incredibly unhealthy looking stomach and a partially rotten head, or strengthening the hooves of the undead beast, which caused its antlers to just straight up crack and fall apart in splinters, being rendered broken and only a quarter of their original size.

Each one had something especially wrong with them, and I'm not sure it's just the nature of the Necromancy for that to happen or it's because I really suck, but it is most likely the second one. Considering that I couldn't reanimate the tree, I just probably need to 'git gud' at necromancy.

Of course, I can't wait to do that, but first…

It's PYROMANIA TIME.

So, for the next couple of minutes I intensely watch the woods burning down around me, fire catching on and on off the trees around me, rendering them to ash and bare, burned stumps, much to my delight. I was pretty much immune to the flames, so I frolic through the burning trees without problem, and enjoy the sight of the massive fires burning away everything around me in a glorious, gorgeous, gigantic blaze.

Very cathartic and entertaining, but sadly I can't let it go on too long. Honestly, now that I think about it I should learn some Druidic Magic, not only because regrowing the trees I burn down would be useful, but because reanimating a tree would also be a mix of Druidic Magic, right? Or maybe not? It's not like I know much about the magic system of this world, I'm just making shit up as I go along, but I think I'm probably some kind of idiot savant of this magic system thanks to the abilities I picked up from the CYOA.

Anyway, as much as I may want to try learning Druid Magic thing, I can't interrupt my current Necromantic groove of learning. Well, I could stop with the Necromancy and begin learning Nature Magic or whatever, I just don't wanna. I just want to play around with reanimating and rotting stuff some more, so that's exactly what I do.

While rotting some more trees would be fun, I also want to do other things. Other Necromantic Magic things, like acid, poison, bones and blood and other death stuff like that. The next thing I do is try to create some kind of toxic cloud of magic, stuffing a bunch of mana into an enclosed bubble and just pumping the bubble full of magic juice while introducing some air mana as well, and mixing it with some smoke as well, and in a short amount of time the bubble I created was filled with a thick, swirling gas, dark green in colour and looking like it'd choke someone out simply because of how solid the mist was.

I popped the bubble, and the trapped gaseous matter started quickly spreading and slowly coming to the ground, a creeping mist of deathly green covering the floor of the forest, grass wilting under it and being absorbed by the necromantic gas, while the trees around slowly began looking sicker and sicker, withering at a subdued, but still noticeable pace while the leaves started wilting one by one, dying by the dozen with each second the roiling mist flowed over the base of the trees.

Looking at the thick miasma of death slowly spreading across the forest, I wondered if I fucked up, because this definitely looks very unsafe and dangerous. Of course, I'm not affected because I am bullshit, but the withering nature all over the place wasn't exactly very amazing, so I tried to reign the Necromantic spell in, using my magic to drag it back to me and snuff it out with a quick flex of my magical might.

The forest… well, it's seen better days. Everything in at least a couple of dozens of meters is kinda rotten, wilted, fucked up. The ground is a dry, cracked black, its fertility, the nutrients within it, any insect, plant, and presumably even microorganisms gone, dead, rotten away, leaving nothing but an infertile, cracked patch of earth, where no plant could grow. The trees around don't look too much better, most of the younger ones already having died, their leaves having wilted and turned to dust, while their bark rotted off, while the wood beneath looked cracked, desiccated, like it would come apart at any second, at the slightest of breezes.

Well… oops? Not what I meant to do, but it just shows that magic is really fucking dangerous, and I should probably stop playing around without a way for me to fix the mistakes I make.

With a flap of my wings and the bending of my knees before I leap up, I find myself flying towards the sky at incredibly speeds, trying to whistle innocently like I didn't just partially rot a small patch of a forest, only for air to rush into my mouth instead of any whistling happening.

Spinning around in the air is amazing, the dizzy feeling as I speed and spin around even better than when I did it on the ground back in my old world, and this time none of the usual nausea accompanied me as I spun around like a beyblade, my red wings a blur as I moved in a random direction, with no other goal than to enjoy my flight, moving up and down, over and over again, ignoring the lack of air at the high altitude I was flying, instead just whooshing around the sky without a care in the world, when suddenly a brilliant idea came upon me.

Are there Leviathans or similarly gigantic fish monsters in the seas of this world? Because giant sea monsters are epic, and killing giant sea monsters and reanimating them as my undead monsters would be even cooler.

Sadly, I don't really have time to do that right now, so instead of trying to find the nearest ocean, I enjoy my flight, watching as day turns to dusk and night approaches. I'm pretty sure that once the next day comes another one of my starting penalties will be happening, with no way for me to resist, probably. Not like I'm gonna try very hard, or at all.

Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Pleasure Overload!

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Tentacle time~!

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I knew it wouldn't be too much longer until midnight struck and something unfortunate would suddenly and unexpectedly happen to me, something that I absolutely have no idea how to stop! Oh, woe is me, woe be upon me!

A sudden weight upon my back took hold of my wings, and I was suddenly crashing down, down, down towards the ground, while the parasites inside me shifted and trembled in fear of their death because of the death of their host. Cowards.

I embrace the added weight of several tentacles on my back, all of them slithering over my naked body with no hesitation, the pink flesh of the tentacles sending jolts of pleasure through my body as they rubbed against me and made sure to soak my skin in their aphrodisiac slime that constantly dripped off of them.

I slowly got wetter at the prospect of getting fucked by these monsters, all while I worked hard to prevent myself and my passangers from falling to death, though I do think that I could have been falling at terminal velocity or even fasterr and still not receive much damage thanks to how overpowered I am.

I fall into the ground, leaving a trail of destruction and upturned dirt behind me as I continued sliding after crashing into the earth and mud, eventually coming to a stop in a conveniently clean patch of grass, while I was also surprisingly clean for having been ragdolled a couple dozens of metres through mud and dirt.

A sudden prod at my wet cunt, and I was pleasantly reminded by my passengers who had decided to so rudely cause me to crash, but I think I have it in me to forgive them, especially as a tentacle presses against my ass, and I suddenly feel a tentacle pushing into my butt, much to my delight and pleasure, a sharp toothed grin quickly growing on my face.

It didn't take long for more tentacles to begin roaming my body, and a couple of seconds later my mouth was being forced open by two tentacles that decided that my hot, moist, warm mouth pussy was the perfect place to use to get their pleasure from. I couldn't blame them, with how hot I was, and the feeling of the tentacle flesh on my tongue, the feeling as I kissed and lapped at the tentacles while my poor throat was stretched around the girthy tentacle shaft was quite amazing.

I couldn't wish for something better, but the tentacles moving my body didn't care about something silly like that, and I felt myself get lifted in the air as I was restrained even more by the lustful tentacle beast.

Feeling my breasts, so full of parasites that wiggled eagerly inside me only enhanced the pleasure as the tentacles moved around them, groping and touching them. Coiling around them, around my nipples as the tentacles tried dragging as much pleasure out of me, my moans of pleasure only enhancing the pleasure it felt as I incoherently made sounds of ecstasy around the thick tentacles lodged inside my mouth.

I wanted, needed more of this, more pleasure, but those teasing, annoying tentacles didn't even increase the pace, instead continuing to fuck me at the same rate, a steady and pleasurable rythm, to ram my ass and pussy without stop even as I writhed in pleasure, as I tried and failed to beg for more, for them to go faster, harder~!

My mind was turning to mush as I was pumped full of aphrodisiacs, as my ass was rammed and orgasm after orgasm were forced upon me from me, my overly sensitive body yielding to the touch of the tentacles without a second thought.

Then all of the tentacles were suddenly twitching, getting girthier as substance traveled through them, and I unexpectedly felt myself getting pumped into. Jizz was poured into my womb, seed was shot into my mouth, stained my body and hair as the tentacles groping my breasts started orgasming as well, covering my body in semen.

And then they resumed with the fucking, already ready for more after a five second break. Not that I minded, my delighted shriek as I was once more grabbed by a mass of tentacles, lifted into the air and had all of my holes (well, most of them) filled with tentacles showing exactly what I thought of all this.

My sensitive body was played with like a fiddle by the skilled tentacles, who seemed to know where to touch me to bring me the most pleasure, and my sinfully sexy body also drained them of cum with each subsequent orgasm.

The pinkish tentacles thrust into me again and again, each slam another brining another burst of pleasure that drowned out any other thought from my thoroughly fucked up brain, while jizz stained my body, covering me nearly head to toe, the previously brown, muddy ground now painted in the white seed of the tentacles, stained by our acts in a perverse manner that would last for quite a while. I assume. I don't actually know how long it would last.

Of course, at the moment that didn't really concern me, considering I was much more preoccupied with the pleasure I was feeling as the tentacles explored my body, fucking my womb and my mouth while curling around my breasts and trying to milk me, to no avail.

I'm not even sure if the tentacles were sentient or sapient or whatever, but they sure did have a desire to breed me with how much semen they shot into my womb, over and over again.

What I did know was that I was as horny to get bred as the tentacles, pleading with the tentacles to fuck me harder with my moans, my wiggling butt as I tried to tease them with my ass and my parasite filled breasts, and they eagerly fulfilled my wish. They would have done their best to use my body without any prompting, most likely, but that didn't matter when the pleasure of getting filled over and over clouded my mind like a thunderstorm.

Of course, the mind shattering pleasure couldn't last forever and after only two hours of non-stop, amazingly fulfilling sex the tentacles let me go from their sweet embrace, backing off from my still twitching body, all the pleasure still rushing through my nerves and leaving me unable to do anything due to the endless flood of pleasure, or at least that's what it felt like.

As the pressure of the ecstasy and horniness induced from the great fucking started wearing off, I struggled against the haze of aphrodisiacs affecting my mind to think about what I wanted to do next. It wasn't a hard choice to make.

With a quick movement, I flipped myself from my back, getting on my hands and knees. Another moment passed, and I was soaring through the air towards the massive pile of tentacles currently unoccupied with anything.

In less than a second, they were occupied once more as I eagerly grabbed one of the pink appendages, shoving it into my mouth and getting to sucking it off to get the sweet, delicious cum from it that would surely bring me even more pleasure, while I wiggled my beautiful, lovely rear that was leaking massive amounts of semen from it on the tentacle I had landed on, while guiding another tentacle towards my overfilled pussy.

I was on top this time, and it was clear from the way the tentacle pile trembled beneath my grasp it knew I was going to be draining it of every drop of semen contained in its massive body.

Grinning wickedly around the tentacle shoved in my mouth, I started bouncing on the tentacles beneath me, the surge of pleasure shooting through me from the motion a sweet reward for my actions, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I started ahegaoing and cumming just from the tentacles being shoved into my ass, and I quickly started moving my hips and slamming my body against the tentacles, while they also started thrusting back and forth in response.

My mind was quickly lost in the haze of pleasure as more and more tentacles started latching onto my body, roaming around my body and rubbing against me, each one searching for the best spot to properly tease me without fucking me.

One of them wrapped around my neck, pressing against my abused throat that was currently being bulged from the massive tentacle that I was orally pleasuring that I had shoved down my throat. It only enhanced the pleasure, feeling the tentacle wrapping around my throat press against the tentacle bulging my throat, the two of them rubbing against each other through my skin.

More of them weaved around my body, in search of my weak spots, and two of them found my horns, rubbing against the sensitive spots that may or may not have counted as erogenous zones. Either way, the feeling of the tentacles feeling up and wrapping around my horns was incredible, before they even did anything.

Once the tentacle monster realised how much I was actually being affected by my own horns, it didn't hesitate for a moment to use the leverage of its tentacles wrapped around them to wrench my head forward, deeper onto the tentacle invading my mouth while making sure to put as much pressure and force onto my horns as it could.

My tail was similarly found and relentlessly teased, tentacles wrapping around it and feeling up each and every individual scale of mine with a teasing touch, occasionally tugging at it in a forceful manner to remind me that I wasn't the one in charge, that I was nothing but a weak, small, mewling dragon girl being filled up with tentacles.

Similarly, my wings were found and restrained by a couple of tentacles, the tugs a wonderful, amazing mix of pain and pleasure that only made it easier for the tentacle monster to utterly dominate me. It didn't take much longer for it to realise that the spot between my two wings was incredibly sensitive as well, the pressing of tentacles upon my scales driving me even wilder than before, if that was possible.

Seeing that, it apparently decided to see if the spot between my horns was similarly sensitive, and what do you know, it found out the entirety of my scalp was sensitive to pleasure! So it also bega patting my head with a couple of tentacles like I was his good little doggy bitch, which was completely preposterous! I was his good little dragon bitch, not doggy!

After around 12 hours of non-stop fucking, the tentacle monster may have gotten a bit tired from all the sex and filling me with load after load to the point where I could not hold any more inside of me, but that was easily rectified by using one of my skills and also flexing my magical instinct and casting a spell to return his stamina and rejuvenate him from all the liquid it must have lost.

And then we got right back to the fucking, its tentacles filling my holes and teasing my body in all sort of pleasurable manners that drove me wild with lust and pleasure once more.

But of course, nothing can last forever, and eventually the tentacle monster does decide that it has had enough and runs off, leaving me in a literal smallish pool of cum. At least half a metre deep, and pretty large in size as well. I wonder how long this literal lake of jizz will stay around before it gets washed away by rain or something?

Swimming through the still warm semen that should have probably dried up by now if it wasn't most likely magical cum or because of hentail laws or something equally dumb, funny and hot, I emerge from out of the cum lake and briefly shake myself, my perks doing the rest of the work for me, leaving me squeaky clean and spotless in just a couple of seconds, not even a single cumstain marring my beautiful body.

Except for the cum constantly leaking from out of my ass and pussy, but those don't count!

It's pretty funny honestly, but what is even funnier is this random ass lake of aphrodisiac semen that will be here for who knows how long. If anyone else were to fall in it, it would be even funnier.

Anyway, the aphrodisiac is still heavily affecting me, and I can barely take a step forward without immediately beginning to masturbate in an effort to quell my endless arousal.

I am pretty sure that it's barely been less than a day, since it's already night once more, so that means that in just a couple of hours or even minutes my last drawback will come to fuck me up some more with pleasure, and that'll hopefully take the edge off.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Dragon Doggy Bitch

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Sitting down on a tree stump and barely reigning in the urge to masturbate, I patiently wait for the dog or whatever it will be to appear out of nowhere and attack and rape me.

And wait, and wait... and wait some more.

D-damn, being this horny and being patient at the same time is hard, huh? I find my own fingers straying, moving to circle my clit or to pinch my own nipples or to stick one of them in my pussy…

I barely keep the moan of pleasure in as I roughly play with one of my breasts, the feeling of my marshmallowy breasts enhanced by the squirming of the hundreds of worm-like parasites hidden within my mammaries, probably laying eggs each and every moment that passes by.

I nearly bring myself to orgasm as I imagine myself becoming a host for a parasitic hive, spreading around pleasurable sexual parasites wherever I go, only to be interrupted by a bark as the dog of the hour suddenly loomed over me.

Pausing from fingering myself to look up, I see the face of a dog, his tongue hanging out from his mouth.

Before I could do anything else, I was pushed forward onto my hands and knees by the dog jumping forward and bowling me forward, his red, throbbing dick already pressing against my wet cunt.

A moan of appreciation escaped my mouth as I felt his cock twitch with desire, before he moved his hips forward, shoving his pleasure tool into my cunt, making me gasp with pleasure as his massive body pressed against me, my wings being forced against my back as his furred underside pressed against my entire body, his form towering over me.

The pleasure hit me like a wave as he continued to ram his length into me once more, over and over, and I was ready to cum, already being on the edge from the aphrodisiacs and masturbation.

Only instead of that happening, it's like the pleasure is shunted off to the back of my head, only it isn't actually. It still continues to climb higher and further, the crescendo of ecstasy that it had just reached quickly left behind as the dog continued fucking my pussy while I was left confused and frustrated from the fact I didn't cum for some reason.

His panting as he thrust back and forth in my drenched pussy was incredibly and annoyingly loud, and as he continued thoroughly fucking me, my pleasure increased even more, and I nearly cried from relief when I felt myself reach my breaking point again, only to nearly cry out in a mixture of anger and frustration by the fact that I still somehow didn't cum.

And then I remembered an innocuous fact in the CYOA that I missed at the time because I wasn't really paying attention.

'Upon arrival in the new world, you will be greeted by a huge dog who will immediately rape you. Within an hour you will be completely unable to resist him and your body will even maintain a comfortable position for mating. Also during this hour you will not be able to orgasm!'

For the next hour I won't be able to cum?! Why, whyyyyyyyyyyyy, cruel world?!

As I felt myself reach another orgasm, I screamed out in anguish as once more I didn't manage to cum, slumping bonelessly to the ground as the dog continued rutting into me without a care for the incredibly traumatising situation.

Nooooooooo! I chose my CYOA stuff to get the most fun and pleasure in my adventure, denial and edging aren't my fetishes! Whyyyyyyyyyyy?

As I feel the dog reach his orgasm, his cock stopping from pounding my poor, tight pussy for a moment as he pushes his red rocket into me, sheathing his entire length into his cocksock, knot and all, I feel his hot baby batter get pushed into my womb, and I can only moan out, my voice a mixture of pleasure and frustration as my orgasm is once more pushed further down the line.

And then he simply stays inside me for a minute or so, content with using his cock to stop any of his cum from leaking out of me, all the while I feel his cum slosh within me, unable to do anything, my pleasure still rising yet denied at the same time.

Of course, it doesn't take too long until his knot deflates a little, and then he's eagerly thrusting himself in and out of my hot pussy like the good, big doggy that he is, all the while I have to endure the pleasure assaulting me, unable to achieve release.

With how sensitive I am, I would have already cum at least a dozen times by now, yet I am still not able to, trapped in a hell of denial and edging as my pleasure increases without stopping.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER, POUND ME! PLEASE, LET ME CUM~!" I shout out in desperation, but nothing. It's not like he can actually do anything, it's not like he's the one edging me, he doesn't control whether I orgasm or not.

That doesn't change the fact I am desperate for release. So, I continue begging.

"PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST LET ME CUUUUUM!"

Of course, the dog, being a dog, doesn't respond to my pathetic begging and instead continues ramming himself in and out of my dripping cunt without stopping or caring for my shouts, just searching for more of the amazing feeling of my tight, hot pussy wrapped around his cock.

And then he's cumming again, shooting up more of his hot, delicious seed into my welcoming pussy, and I'm helpless to do anything but stay there and take it, enjoy it and hate the fact I couldn't cum, that I was on the edge but was prevented from actually cumming.

This went on for a while, my frustrations with the situation ever increasing as I reached more and more and more pleasure, all the while unable to actually experience it properly, only mounting it higher and higher while the threshold of my own orgasm only grew further and further away from me.

Of course, the end of that hour filled with anger, frustration, pleasure, frustration, annoyance, frustration and even more frustration had to reach its end at some point, and when it did I was too overwhelmed by the tsunami of pleasure to do anything.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Anything but come my brains out of course, all the while the good little doggy continued fucking me with vigour.

"Yeshhh~! Fuck me like a good little bitch!" I said with what I'm pretty sure where heart in my eyes as I looked back at the massive dog still fucking me, and I decided in that moment that I would be keeping him, as well as maybe 'improving' him a little so he could actually keep up with me.

Of course, I didn't think all that, and not in that many words, more along the lines of thinking 'MINE'. In that he is mine, not in the mine as a place underground for mining materials.

Finally able to properly move and properly reach release, I instantly brought my hips against his, only for my lewd, big loli booty to crash against his crotch hard enough to cause him to whimper in pain, which reminded me that I was a being so strong I could probably actually tear down a mountain, and he was a normal dog. For now.

So I immediately slowed down, allowing the animal fucking me to do most of the work as he worked to bring me more pleasure, all the while I was still orgasming from an hour worth of fucking.

Fair to say that I was too fucked stupid for the next 10 minutes to do anything but take it and love it. A lot.

But eventually, after a long three hours of constant, nearly non-stop fucking I decided that that was enough for now and got back to my feet, while the dog whined about it. Cringe.

I easily picked him up from the ground, thanks to my strength and much to his surprise, looking down at the ground then back at me with the cutest expression of bewilderment on his face.

I need to find him a temporary home for a little while and then try to do some experimentation to see how I would improve something without killing it. I hate to say it, but he kinda sucked at the whole sex thing. If he didn't have the cheat of me constantly being on edge and denied for an entire hour then it definitely wouldn't have felt that good when I did orgasm.

Not his fault, of course. But I'm definitely not satisfied with just that, so I'm gonna improve him a little.

Okay, maybe a little more than a little, but he really isn't good at the whole sex thing. More like I am exceptionally weak at sex, so even if he's kinda not very good he can still make me orgasm in only 15 seconds.

So, how am I going to maybe, possibly improve him?

Easy, Necromancy/Fleshcrafting or something like that. Hopefully?

Okay, I have no clue, but I got to start somewhere, so just screwing around with necromancy to see what works and what doesn't is the first step to getting the faintest clue on how to actually do the goal that I set up for me. Not even sure if I'll improve him or not. It was hot to get dicked down by him, but not convinced if I should try making him better.

So, after creating a good little home for the doggy, making him a bowl out of stone and filling it up with water, making another bowl and catching a deer or two and quickly cooking them and putting the cooked deer in the bowl, I went in a random direction, considering how I should advance my studies in necromancy.

Finding and brutally murdering a deer isn't that hard. I mean, of course it isn't, I just did it to make some food for my new dog, of course finding another deer is easy as pie.

Of course, I already did some basic necromancy on a deer, so I find another deer, killing it again. And now… I will try to create some kind of flesh abomination using necromancy?

Yeah, I'm kind of screwing around to see what happens, but I'm bored and this will probably be interesting, so it's automatically a good reason.

Placing the two corpses next to each other, I close my eyes and breathe in deep, focusing on extending necromantic magic from my hands and into the two corpses, imagining the two of them fusing together and coming into unlife like that.

As I feel the tendrils of magic weave into the newly created being, I can only gasp in wonder and disgust at the thing that I have created.

The two bodies of the deer fusing together, disgusting strands of diseased, sickened looking flesh between them, seemingly with no rhyme or reason for existing, simply being there. Eight legs, each one looking skinny and sickly and like it shouldn't be able to bear their weight.

Two heads, connected with each other in a horrific way, their antlers intertwined and mixed into a single pair, while their eyes stared away from each other, like they couldn't behold what they had become.

No glowy strands of necromantic magic or glowing eyes or bones showing or anything. Just looking frail, like a small breeze could knock it over and end its pathetic and fragile existence.

I don't have any words to say, so I simply blast it with fire until nothing remains.

It's… gonna take a while to reach anywhere, huh?

Well, I guess if that's the case, I'll have to do something else instead.

Like… researching some more plague magic and ways to conduct biological warfare?

Huehuehue…

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Plaguest Magic

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The first thing I did upon deciding to have some fun with some plague magic was gather up a ton of insects of varying shapes and sizes and species. After all, everyone knows you can't spread a plague without a good infection vector, and what better infection vector than flies and cockroaches? None, that's what!

Also… I mayyyyy want to also create some cool ass giant plague insects. For the cool factor. And edge factor.

The first thing I did was actually find some insects to play around with. Yeah, I know, not exactly the most interesting, but to make some fearsome, plague bearing creepy crawlies I actually need to find some disgusting or terrifying insects to enhance.

Of course, the most fearsome and disgusting and horrific creatures in existence were easy to find: cockroaches!

Heh. COCKroaches.

Anyway, cockroaches are some of the most terror inducing creatures.

Okay, that might be because I had a phobia of them in my last life, but come on! Look at those disgusting little things and say you wouldn't scream if one of them made their way in your bed on a hot summer day and touched your body!

And no, I'm not saying this as some kind of euphemism, just imagine one of those disgusting insects crawling up to your naked, sweat stained body and rubbing against you.

Brrr… Saying I still get shudders would be a lie, since I don't really, but they definitely left a lasting impact for several years!

Anyway, these horrible, nightmare insects will be the most effective to strike fear into the hearts of people by being plaguebearers! Of course, I can't have them be complete plaguebearers without any bit of sexiness, so I will need to do something about that…

Obviously, I'm gonna need to make them gigantic. Not sure exactly how gigantic. Like, the size of a dog, a big dog, a big wolf, a horse, bigger??

Maybe a little larger than a human, I think?

For starters at the very least.

I will also need a way to actually make them that big and not attack me, and also actually create some kind of plague and learn how to use plague magic, and then learn how to give them dicks capable of fucking people and impregnating women, because why not?

But if they would be plague carriers, they couldn't fuck a normal woman without killing her from the disease… And that would just be disgusting. Probably. I don't really have a handle on my new fetishes yet, but that doesn't sound particularly hot.

Unless the plague turns the woman into a hot zombie girl, then it's incredibly hot.

Yeah, I should do that! Screw my previous idea!

I was gonna make their cum be a cure and immuniser for the plague, if I was able to figure out how to do that, but this sounds even better!

The only problem is that I don't actually know how to do any of these things. I'm going completely and absolutely blind, like some kind of moron.

But hey, I can't learn anything if I don't try, and I have got to be able to do this relatively quickly with all the bullshit cheats I have!

First thing first, actually making a plague!

I really have no clue how to do that, but I will do my best!

With a bright, cheerful, sadistic smile on my face, I begin weaving a spell into existence, or at least trying to. Tendrils of sickly green magic appear and disappear in my mind, nothing actually happening in the real world as I try to imagine what my spell could do and what form it could take.

And with a wrench of my hand to my side, a mass of disgusting, rancid liquid appears in mid air a couple of metres away from me, the green liquid splashing onto the grassy ground without really doing anything. I don't want to kill all the trees or grass or anything. That would be bad for the local ecosystem, so I will try to curb whatever damage my plagues will do to the local wildlife.

But hey, something's gotta be my test dummies for my practice! And local wildlife is the most convenient.

Tracking down a random animal to use it as an experiment isn't hard at all. One minute later and I have a not-so-willing test subject to play with.

Once more, I create a bunch of liquid disease or whatever, and dump it all on the poor struggling wolf that was trying to get away from the thick wooden roots I manipulated into holding him. Suffice to say, he wasn't having an extremely good time.

His time turned even worse when the disgusting green goop landed on him with a wet sound, sinking and clinging to his fur tightly. It didn't take more than a couple of seconds for something to happen.

The touched fur began shriveling up and falling from his body in clumps at an insanely fast rate, already shriveling up and turning disgusting, going from the soft and dirt fur of a wild animal into diseased clumps on the ground that probably wouldn't look as bad if the wolf had been in fetid swamp water for a month without taking a bath.

The skin beneath the falling fur was bubbling, the flesh quickly growing over itself again and again, bubbles of pus growing and bursting just as quickly, as cancerous growths begin showing up all over the affected areas, skin and flesh growing and rotting and falling off and growing again at an incredibly fast speed, all the while the poor animal howled in pain as the affected area began to spread, more fur falling off and more skin beginning to bubble and writhe with the effects of the plague.

It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for the wolf to grow into a massive mass of cancerous growths, and finally stopped. The poor animal had endured a lot, and now it was just a disease ridden corpse.

And then I remembered that I wasn't actually sure how resistant to disease I am. Like, I have no clue how much I am affected by disease.

So I burned away the corpse with swiftness and ensured none of the liquid had landed on me. I was pretty sure that one of my many things included being immune to disease or something, but I may be wrong, so there's only one appropriate response to this.

It didn't take much to cycle through my memory and remember the fact I have the nifty ability of Nullify Status Effect, which makes me immune to a bunch of stuff, including diseases! How neat, if I didn't have that I would have had to use my Shard of Omnipotence power to render myself immune to diseases.

Actually, I'm still gonna do that!

With a twist of my might, I alter myself and give myself an Infinite Resistance to any kind of plague, poison, disease or other nasty stuff. Just to be sure, you know?

Now that that's done with, time to go back to making plagues!

I find and trap another wolf with a gleeful smile on my face, and my hand twitches and my fingers snap, and a cascade of disgusting liquid falls on the poor creature that quickly begins squirming even harder, followed by its howls of pain and panic as the disease quickly takes hold of it.

In less than a minute, it dies as well. Ew.

Instead of burning it away to nothing, this time I actually move closer, studying the overgrown and bloated corpse of the once-wolf, the body covered in growths and pus filled bubbles.

It is all very disgusting and interesting, but I don't really feel like this is what I want, you know?

Like, I want to go more for the undead plague and the endless swarm of insects, not body horror and Super CancerTM, so I'll have to try something else for creating unspeakable plagues of death and doom that could ruin kingdoms.

So I try again. And again. And again.

Learning magic isn't easy. Okay, it is very easy compared to what it should be, but it's still annoyingly difficult to do more complicated things, so I practice for like 12 hours without stopping because I really want to do this plague.

Of course, I took breaks in those 12 hours, mostly to go around and burn shit and enjoy the sight of the burning forest before I had to sadly snuff the fire out and try to inspire accelerated growth in the newly burnt area, to get trees and plants to grow quickly. It was moderately successful, a couple of small saplings sprouting out and beginning to grow.

Anyway, by the time those 12 hours were done I wasn't much closer to my goal honestly, but I had learnt a lot about plague magic, and how to use it and twist it, so it was productive I guess.

Now, time to play around with cockroaches and try to make them massive and big and cool and scary. Oh, and also give them giant hot dicks. Of course, can't forget that, it's one of the most important things.

So, I begin by going up to a random cockroach and infusing it with magic, focusing on making it bigger.

It exploded in a mini shower of bug gore. Oops. Oh well, it was a cockroach. It deserved to die a horrible and painful death, fuck it.

And I'll probably also fuck one for real some time later. That'll be fun, heh.

But back to the trial at hand, of making cockroaches bigger without exploding it. I'll try to make these first cockroach type monsters original, but I'm definitely cribbing some designs from other works some time later, can't let useful and cool shit by the wayside because someone else in another world copyrighted it.

Another couple of explodo cockroaches and I finally was able to make the first big ass cockroach. Of course, it was only about the size of a shoe, so not that massive. It was incredibly disgusting, the way it squirmed about, but it was my creation and I was gonna turn it into a massive, plague spreading, human killing fuck machine.

Why?

Because…

Eh, no particular reason other than for fun. And because genocide is fun, of course.

I won't actually commit genocide, but close enough!

Back to more important matters, like the cute, disgusting little cockroach that was walking on the ground. I grabbed a piece of diseased, rotting flesh from one of my experiments, and thought about feeding it to the little guy.

For a second I think about my incredibly overpowered ability. The most overpowered of them all. I could probably boost my ability to learn magic to Infinity, I think, so I could probably just learn anything there is to know in a single instant.

But that is kind of boring though, isn't it?

Instead, I take a piece of the diseased remains of one of the experiments and bring it closer to the mouth of the cockroach, ready to use my magic to heal it in the case that it starts having problems with surviving because of the plague.

It takes a little bite, and immediately starts writhing around, pain showing clear in its little shaking limbs, its antennas wildly moving around as it twitches on the ground. I move and wrap my magic around it like a blanket and start playing around, trying to mix the imperfect disease with the insect.

I spam healing magic, keeping it alive yet not curing it of the disease while I do my base to mix the plague with the basic biology of the insect, and it seems to be working, slowly.

It takes a while, but the shaking and twitching of its everything begins dying down, to the point it doesn't seem to be in too much pain anymore.

A faint cloud of diseased mana seems to be wafting off of it though. Did I make a magical creature? Like, a monster?

It is tiny, but that still is pretty incredible!

Of course, I don't actually know how strong it is, and I have no idea if the small amount of disease it is carrying can actually hurt anything.

So I find another wolf, and place the not so small cockroach on its face.

It already looks a little greener than before… The cockroach, not the wolf. Anyway, the cockroach bites the wolf and hisses angrily, not something I'm sure it was able to do before.

Awww, what a disgusting cutie I created!

Nothing seems to happen at first, but slowly, ever so slowly, a rot begins spreading across the skin of the wolf. Fur falling off, skin blackening and withering, flesh weakening and getting frailer. It isn't immediately lethal, but as the disease spreads the state of the wolf gets worse and worse.

Muscles fail and shrivel up, more skin blackening and crumbling, falling off in chunks of blackened, diseased flesh, more and more of the wolf being affected, mostly making it shrivel slowly, until it looks like a starved, weakling that hadn't been fed a day in its life.

I let go of the roots restraining it, and it can't even take five steps on its incredibly shaky feet before it falls to the ground, exhausted and anguished.

Amazing! I copy whatever disease this is and gleefully laugh at the accomplishment of my little guy.

I grab him, and he tries to bite me as well. I wag my finger at him, and my mind wanders to a way to ensure my minions will forever remain loyal to me and only me and won't be subverted by anything else, like other people or their own interests.

I will come up with something later, but for now I just place him on my neck and snigger in amusement as he tries again and again to take a bite of my incredibly tough skin, and he doesn't even manage to budge it.

"Hang tight, little guy." I whisper to him, before taking flight with the cockroach still on my shoulder, looking down at the forest and everything in it, enjoying the feeling of the wind on my face, and on my naked breasts and tail and horns and ass and pussy.

The little guy does actually manage to hang on to me as I continue flying around, until I find a nice little cave that I decide would make the perfect home for me and my budding insectoid army.

I place the little guy that may one day be a leader, or maybe will simply be a failed experiment, and giggle as he tries to bite me again and again.

How cute. And disgusting.

I quickly make him a big box out of solid stone for him to live in and place him in there. I then search for something to feed him with, and it isn't hard at all to find a bird simply peacefully singing on a tree. I snatch it with my supernatural speed and snap its neck.

A couple of seconds later, the cockroach is gleefully devouring the birdsong, the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking and breaking echoing throughout the cave.

After thinking about it for a moment, I decide to try to use my Penalty Shop for the first time since I arrived in this world, with the purpose of getting a skill that allows me to view the entire world as a map, with all the geography and nations displayed, as well as my location.

I already had 49 Points left, since I didn't actually use all of them in the CYOA, it didn't take long at all to get that Map Skill, for only 10 points. It's different from the actual skill from the CYOA, already showing the entire world and where I am constantly.

Why did I decide to use it?

Simple. I don't really want to cause havoc where I am right now. I want to fuck with people in some other place, not right here. So that's what I'll do.

I also spend another 15 points to get the Portals ability, to make traveling easier.

That's probably all I'll use it for for a while.

Now, back to experimentation! I'll check the map later.

Time to see if I can make this cockroach even bigger and give it a cock capable of impregnating a human or human adjacent race.

Notes:

The mc remembered that there was going to be some kind of Demon Lord crisis in the future of the world she was in, and decided SHE was gonna be the crisis instead.

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Geneva Checklist

Summary:

Theres more warcrimes and biological fuckery in this chapter.
Oh, and also bestiality

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Experimenting with magic is hard work! I have practically no idea what I am doing, but as they say, practice is the mother of perfection or something like that.

I don't know, I get these proverbs mixed up all the time.

But ignoring that, I am currently hard at work trying to create a viable monster cockroach to start my empire of terror, as well as figuring out how plague magic, necromancy and bio magic works.

First thing first, of course, was getting more things to experiment!

Which resulted in making a smaller cave in the cave I already decided to live in, where I would put an animal or plant, and then blast them with plagues and see what happens!

My first ~~victim~~ experiment in this cave is a wolf that I picked up from nearby. I don't hesitate to inflict more biological horrors as I try to form a parasitic creature out of nothing, and it seems to be mildly successful!

The worm-like creature (though it was more akin to a Zerg larvae) enters its body through the side, burrowing through the fur and into the flesh, causing quite a bit of blood to spill out as it digs into the poor animal. The wolf howls and growls in pain and agony, but there is no end to its suffering, simply silence as I curiously stare at it and wait to see what happens.

Eventually, I can feel that my parasite got deeper into its body, and I try to command it, see how well the link between us holds.

It's… there, I can command it I think, but it's not really good. I don't think the parasite is very smart either, but that's to be expected. I order it to devour as much flesh as it can, and try to breed.

I watch for minutes as the wolf howls and screams in unending agony, not feeling anything at all as the poor animal is devoured from the inside out, only wondering if I could make a parasite that is pleasurable instead of painful, and then stick it in my pussy to breed me.

More time passes, and eventually the wolf succumbs to its wounds as a small horde of parasites burrow out of its cadaver, most of the flesh having been devoured from the inside out.

There's quite a bit of them, and I can only control one of them. That's not quite good. Oh well, that's what experimentation is for! I really need to find a way to turn this whole thing into a hive mind so I can control my minions.

With an uncaring shrug, I lift my hand and unleash a torrent of flames, torching them all out of existence, as well as the body of the wolf, leaving nothing but ashes behind after about 10 seconds of flamethrowering them.

Time for the next subject~!

Only a couple of minutes later, I had another experiment to run, a wild boar kept in the thoroughly decontaminated cell.

I close the entrance to the cave behind me, sealing it so nothing can enter or leave, then turn my attention to the subject.

With a wave of my hand, I conjure a small blob of viruses while using the plague magic, and then launch it towards the boar, burning through mana to fuel the fire at a surprising rate. I'm pretty sure that the amount of magic I used was pretty high for this world. Not that it really matters, that amount of mana isn't even a drop in the bucket of my Infinity, so I could just keep doing this forever with no problem.

I shake my head and put those thoughts away as I stare at the boar in front of me, watching as its bodies starts to deteriorate at a rapid pace, fur starting to fall off in clumps only after about 10 seconds, not long after pus and putrid liquid started to pour from its nose and mouth, the boar starting to cough up noxious green phlegms, mixed with a little bit of red.

In only a short amount of time, the floor was covered in green, putrid liquid as the boar visibly got worse and worse in an incredibly short amount of time, its body already turning a disgusting green in some parts, meat almost sloughing off its bones in clumps, eyes slowly liquefying as it squeals in acute agony.

Chunks of blood fall from holes left in its bodies, the crimson liquid now more resembling a more of a disgusting ooze that poured out of its body at a glacial speed, all the while its body actively decayed in front of my eyes, more meat turning a disgusting green as it sloughed off of its body, and the poor animal died not long after that.

Though even as it gave a last squeal of pain, the plague didn't stop its course, the body continuing to rot and fall apart at a record pace, its tusks and some of its bones starting to turn grey, its blood continuing to ooze out of its veins in a congealed mess that didn't resemble anything life giving, while its already sloughed off flesh started to turn into a liquid, green matter that spread across the floor.

I ignore the mess being made, and the disgusting, liquid meat reaching my feet, instead watching with attention as the meat continued turning to liquid, while the bones got more and more grey, as well as becoming brittle, at least from what I could tell.

A few minutes passed, and eventually all that remained of the boar was a pile of liquified flesh, organs and blood, as well as crumbling bones that looked ready to snap apart at the slightest touch.

With a shrug of my shoulders, I flex my magic, and let the entire cavern be overtaken by an inferno of flames that started destroying all the contaminated everything, melting stone and vaporising the disgusting mess I made.

Wonder how the fuck I'm supposed to make something useable out of that? Right now I'm kinda just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. Or even just what happens.

Oh well, can't create horrible abominations without doing a bit of research and crimes against life itself.

Time for the next subject!

The deer now stuck in the cave looked quite agitated, trying to find a way to leave. Whether that's because it feels scared, or if it can smell or tell about the horrific things I've already done here, I can't really tell.

Still, there's not a way for it to leave, so I just smile and shoot out another plague bolt, this one meant to do something completely different, more akin to what I previously did.

As I stare at the deer, I wonder for a moment what's going on with my cute parasites, since they didn't seem to be wiggling as much as they had previously been. Kinda missed the pleasure they gave me when moving inside my brain, just slithering all over the place.

Looking down at myself, I poke one of my overfilled breasts, the parasites in it stirring a little, but not doing much at all, which was kinda sad. But I shrugged my shoulders, and went back to observing the deer fall to the ground and writhe in pain as its flesh blackened as rot started to set in.

Fur didn't fall, so much as it appeared to be devoured by the magical plague, nothing left behind but dust, and the flesh didn't fare much better. There was no liquifying, no falling on the floor or becoming chunks of meat. It simply disappeared, devoured by the decaying spell that I launched, more and more flesh disappearing from existence, spreading all over its body as it simply decayed alive.

The pain must have been agonising, but I didn't care too much about that, instead just watching with interest as the deer was reduced to a skeleton.

After the plague was done with the animal, there was nothing remaining of its flesh or organs. There was just its skeleton and antlers, all the rest devoured away by my potent spell. It was quite impressive, and I wonder how I'd fare against a spell like that.

…Fuck it we ball?

The siren song called death! Let's go!

With a grin, I create a bolt of plague magic in my hand, fill it with quite a bit of power, and aim it at my face, and launch it.

It splashes against my face, making my eyes sting a little on impact, as well as entering my nose. Ew.

I waited a moment, curious to see if anything would, or at least if my flesh would start to melt apart. But nope. Except for some itchiness that I could easily ignore, the plague bolt magic wasn't doing much to me. And this one was definitely much stronger than the one I used on the deer.

Welp. I guess that the call of the void shall be ignored for now.

Time for the next experiment!

I stare at the small bunny in front of me, its panicked squeaking not making me want to spare it, even if it was a little cutie. But as cute as it was, I do have experiments to do.

"Sorry, little bunny. I'm sure that your suffering will give me valuable information." I say as I pet its head.

"And if it doesn't? Well… oopsie?" I say, laughing awkwardly after that.

I spent about two entire days trying to create this spell, just thinking about it non stop. Of course, I did other things while thinking about it, like flying about in the sky or letting the doggie fuck my ass or knot my mouth, but I still thought about the spell while doing that. For the most part. Maybe.

I didn't sleep, since that would just be a waste of time, when I could be doing cool shit, like working on making a plague army and becoming the Mama Nurgle I know I can become.

Great, now I'm horny thinking about the Chaos Gods, and how hot they would be if they were all cute anime girls.

Shaking my head and throwing that thought away, I focus back on the cute little bunny in front of me.

"Welp. Here goes nothing." I say as I weave the Mutagenic Spell into existence, a great amount of mana gathering in my hands, something that could probably cause quite a bit of damage, making sure that it doesn't pop or something. Though I did make sure that if it did, the mana would just go back to me, instead of causing a massive explosion.

With a smile, I throw it forward, towards the cute little bunny.

It lets out a squeak of pain as the green spell washes over him, slowly soaking him with the magic as he lets out squeals as the magic does its work.

Then, the actual changes start coming through, and the bunny starts to rapidly grow in size, in no time at all getting to my own size, and then even surpassing it! By a bit.

The change in size wasn't he only thing that changed though, as his dick was now quite easy to see, a throbbing bunny cock that already started oozing with precum, and before I can even say or do anything, the not so little bunny leaps towards me.

Mostly because the Mutagenic Spell was also meant to increase horniness, arousal and aggression in the target, so I'm not surprised at all that the bunny leaps towards me and slaps its cock on my face, the throbbing rod already leaking some precum onto me.

"Mmmh, little bunny wants to fuck my face~?" I say with a grin, taking a deep breath and enjoying the delicious smell of his cock, grinning as I lick my lips at the scent.

Then the bunny clumsily tries to shove its cock into my mouth, and I eagerly help it with that, taking the massive dick into my mouth and immediately starting to suck it with full rigour, already loving it, especially its taste.

Though I knew that it was mostly the drawback that made this dick and the leaking precum so delicious. For my finished product, I need to make sure that the cum is actually delicious and tastes something like honey or chocolate, that'll be just lovely~!

Also make sure that's incredibly addicting, can't have anyone resisting the jizz of my children or their cocks~! That would be unfortunate.

But my thoughts for the future are interrupted as I orgasm, though I don't stop sucking the massive rod in my mouth as I do, instead moving my long tongue to wrap around it, swirling it and making sure to give the head proper attention, giving it a mini tongue job and sucking it with my best efforts, which are apparently quite good from the squeaks of pleasure coming from the not quite so little rabbit.

In less than a minute, I felt a torrent of cum rushing into my mouth and down my throat, several litres of cum pouring into my stomach, all the while the rabbit continued to thrust into my mouth, and I started cumming again from the pleasure once more.

And then my cute little parasites decided to participate once more, wriggling inside my brain and playing my nerves like a piano, to cause the sweetest moans and mewls and roars to escape my mouth, while the ones in my breasts, stomach and womb did the same, making sure that I would cum my brains out again and again and again.

It was quite pleasant, though I couldn't really think, since the giant dick of the rabbit and the many, many parasites in my body made sure that I was getting thoroughly fucked and couldn't do anything to stop that from happening.

Incredibly hot, I know, and getting raped by what had once been a cute little bunny, was also very ironic. Especially since I was the cause of my own rape, like one of those scientists that get killed by their own creations. Only I was getting raped instead of killed, and I'm definitely loving it.

Feeling more jizz flooding my throat as the bunny cums again, I let out another squeal of pleasure that echoes through the cavern, and I was pretty sure that I had orgasmed about a dozen times to the bunny's two times. I definitely didn't mind that~!

The fucking continued, as the bunny resumed ramming its cock down my throat, the outline of his cock quite visible as my small throat bulged around his massive tool, but I didn't need to breathe and I had Hentai Physics, so it was all fine! It only made me orgasm harder, rather than hurting me.

So, the horny bunny continued raping my mouth for what felt like days, though was only about two hours. But sadly after those two hours, the bunny went limp after shooting another load down my throat.

I let his dick escape my slutty, thoroughly fucked mouth, and stared at it to try to figure out why it died.

After a couple of minutes of looking at the corpse, I figure that the mutagen was simply too much for its body to properly handle, and it simply died because of the mutation. Not sure if raping me helped or not, but this wasn't a complete success, with the subject dead.

I shrug my shoulders and torch the corpse out of existence. The sex was hot, and it's a shame it died, but nothing to be done about it. Not sure if I could resurrect it, but I honestly don't care about it enough to try to resurrect it.

Instead, I start thinking about the best way to improve the spell, as well as making sure that it doesn't kill the one I cast it one.

It's probably gonna take quite a bit of experimenting to figure out how to properly do it, with how complex I actually want it to be.

First thing first, I want the cockroach to become bigger, stronger, tougher, faster, more stamina. These are all the really easy parts, though making sure that it actually survives will be a bit tougher.

Second, I want the cockroach to have a massive insect cock to impale people with, as well as a lot of arousal, horniness and perversion. Doesn't really matter how big it's cock will be, since Hentai Physics will allow even a 3 feet long cock to work quite well on any girl getting raped. Probably.

I also want the cum to be able to either impregnate women, or to send eggs into women. That's gonna be a little harder, I assume. Then, I want the cum to be plenty, like litres of it shooting out with each orgasm. That's not gonna be too hard either.

Then, the actually hard part of this bit, I want to make the cum to be tasty, akin to chocolate, vanilla, honey or something like that. I also want it to be incredibly addictive, so that anyone that drinks a reasonable amount of it will be hooked on it and ready to worship cockroach cock forever.

Thirdly, I want to make sure that there is a Hive Mind in the spell, so that I can properly control and order my cockroaches around, while also making sure that they can never, ever ever be stolen from me. I love my things, and someone stealing something from me would really piss me off.

Wonder if that's a bit of my dragon nature speaking, treasuring my own hypothetical army and wanting it to be safe from thieves?

Anyway, Hive Mind. I have no idea where to even start, other than that parasite that I could kinda control.

Fourth, I need to create two different plagues to integrate into the swarm of Plague Insects, as well as making sure that those plagues properly affect the targets. So, I have to make a plague that somehow kills men in horrific ways, while also making that plague turn women into hot zombie girls. But it would be kind of a shame if all of them turned into zombie girls, since I love variety.

So, turning a majority of women into zombie girls, while choosing some girls at random to remain human? If still addicted to bug cock…

That's all complicated, and I don't even know how I plan to have the plague affect animals, or the aesthetic of the plague bugs!

Do I want my bugs to be akin to some Nurgle monstrosities, or do I want them to be more Tyranid or Zerg-like? I don't really feel like having a Flood look, because while they look pretty cool, they don't have the aesthetic I want. Definitely not xenomorphs, they're kinda boring. Corruption or Crimson from Terraria don't fit it either…

Oh well, guess I'll figure it out as I go along, don't need to do anything right now.

Though I do want to make sure I make some static defenses or biological buildings, like Spine Crawlers and Hatcheries from Starcraft.

Can't help it, I love turtling and building defenses, and I want to turn my main operation base, which will probably be here, into an unbreakable slog of death and rape for everyone but the strongest enemies.

Tentacle pits, spike pits, acid pits… all sound like fine traps, though a little uninspired. That's fine though, since I have plenty of time to come up with some good stuff to spread around here to make it a fortress.

…Also gonna need to make some monsters akin to drones, that create static defense. Oh well, time to add it to the absolute pile of things that I want to do.

Hmmm… I could take another look through the point shop, if only because I'm bored. Maybe I could add some more traits that make me ever more of a horny slut? That would be fun!

Eh, maybe later.

Notes:

Become ungovernable and a threat to the entire world.

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Curse of Waifuification

Notes:

There be incest in this chapter, cause fuck yeah~!
Okay, it might not count as incest, depending on what you view as 'incest', but its close enough~!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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After a couple of minutes of consideration, I decided that I might as well buy some things. I have this point shop, so why not use it?

Hmm… seems like world alterations are blocked now. Which makes sense, though a bit annoying. Well, nothing to do about it now, I suppose.

Hmmmmmm… looking through this, one of the options in particular catches my eyes.

'Malicious Clone:

You will be sent to the same world at the same time with an alter ego that looks exactly like you. This alter ego is very lewd and sexually depraved, and extremely good at running away and hiding. If you don't catch her quickly, it will be devastating to your reputation and chastity.'

It says that it will be very lewd and sexually depraved… but I am already very lewd and sexually depraved? So what would even happen? Just try to do lewd things despite knowing I don't mind it? Or maybe it could even decide to join me?

From what I understand, it doesn't get any of my abilities, so it can't exactly do a lot of the lewd things I can do, and I don't care about my reputation, since I'm gonna go all Mama Nurgle on these fools, so might as well.

Narcolepsy would be easy points, since I don't actually sleep at all, so it doesn't affect me in any way.

Stockholm Syndrome drawback does look pretty hot. Don't know why I didn't get it around the first time, but it's hot and gives points, so why not?

Sexual Dreams is, once more, easy points since I just don't sleep, when I can do much more important stuff than that.

All Eyes On You sounds like more free points, since I already have around 5 or 6 different perks that make me more beautiful and noticeable, so this only enhances them for free, and also gives points.

The Spanked drawback looks hot as well, so I'll probably take it, since it's pretty hot and lewd. Oh, and also gives points. Yeah, I definitely care about that, for sure.

Sadist and Switch… well, why not? Might as well be submissive, dominant and a switch, all the same time? More fun and fucking and variety, so let's go~!

Well… there's a bunch of stuff I can take for more points, and I can always buy more things, so…

I guess I'll just take some of them?

After another look through the list, I decide to also take 'At Home', 'Narcolepsy', 'Spanked ', 'Sexual Dreams', 'Malicious Clone', 'All Eyes On You', 'Stockhold Syndrome', 'Sadist' and 'Switch' mostly for more points and also to make me even lewder. This brings me up to 103 points, which is pretty useful to have, so I quickly scroll through the shop to see if there's anything else useful in there.

First thing I choose to get is 'Avatar Change', so I could have 12 different avatars ready at any moment.

Then, I fill all those avatars with how I currently look right now. Cause I'm already perfect, why would I want to change how I look? Nah, I just wanted it for the 11 resurrections it gives me alongside the avatars.

After a little more looking, I decide to also get 'Devil's Whisper'. Since I'm going to become a world ending villain, I decided I might as well get something to make me more capable at seducing a plucky hero into my service and convince her that being addicted and in love with bug cock is the logical state of mind.

Then I take 'Popular' for the same reason, since it'll presumably synergise with this and other similar powers. Gotta up my seduction game, right? If big bug cock isn't enough already, I mean.

After a couple of seconds of consideration, I decide to also take the 'Clones' power. While it is imperfect, it still is mildly useful, and not like it'll cost me too much to get it. So, I buy it as well, and now I have a bunch more drawbacks and abilities.

That's cool, that's cool. I immediately create one clone, and stare at the small, child-like dragon girl that blankly stares at me, without an emotion in her eyes. I wonder, is this what I would look like if I was hypnotised or something.

I approach her and pinch one of her nipples, and beyond a small gasp of pleasure, she doesn't react at all. A bit sad, but don't really care.

I also have a smarter, lewd clone out there, somewhere. I wonder what she's doing right now.

"FUCK!" "FUCK!" "FUCK!" The crowd chants with excitement as a dragon girl that looks to be incredibly young, though is probably thousands of years old, is pounded into the ground by the massive knotted cock of a werewolf who was extremely eager to make use of her as a cocksleeve, and soon enough a crowd gathered to watch the young looking gal getting absolutely pounded into the ground, some of the women in the crowd enviously staring at her while also shooting amazed looks at the massive shaft of the werewolf, some of them looking about ready to join in.

Oh, there goes one! A white haired girl with no breasts to speak of and incredibly thick thighs breaks away from the crowd and approaches the two fucking monsters, and before either of them can stop and give her their attention, she gets onto her hands and knees and starts to lick the fuzzy, musky nuts of the werewolf, to his growled pleasure.

"FUCK YEAH!" "YEAH!" "YEAH!" The crowd chants even louder as they watch the impressive display of courage, though she might not be the only one in the group to be brave enough to approach the horny werewolf.

I'm sure she's having fun, or something. Would be kinda boring if she wasn't.

I shake my head, and focus my attention back on the clone in front of me. I gave her the perks 'Perfect', so she doesn't need to eat, pee or anything else annoying. I also gave her 'Magic Power' and 'Natural Born Wizard', so she can easily practice magic on her own.

"Go and train in magic. Get better at fire magic, ice magic, water magic, wind magic, earth magic. Make sure you do everything you need to make sure your body remains healthy and functioning." I order her, then ignoring her as she leaves, while I think about what to do next.

And I just have the idea. The most funny, hot, amazing and evil idea.

I was exaggerating a bit. But it was mildly funny, kinda hot, and could advance my understand of the whole flesh weaving and mutation thing, so I might as well do it as a side experiment to help advance my understanding on this whole business of flesh weaving and creating plagues, and similar stuff.

So, with that in mind, I randomly move through the forest, looking for an interesting animal to experiment on and to inflict some damnably devious dastardly deeds upon. It doesn't take too much time to find a small snake slithering through the grass, and it takes even less time to decide that it was the creature I want to use as a guinea pig.

I feel a bit bad for it, but it's not like I'm gonna use the first formula of the spell I'm planning to create on it. Create a couple of iterations, think them through, try to improve on them without any trial and error, and then I'll actually test the spell on a living target.

So, for a while I wouldn't try it on the snake, and I'd have to take care of it. Give it food, water and other stuff like that. Kinda annoying and boring, but honestly not too bad. I did literally choose to do this, so if it was actually very annoying, I just wouldn't have done this in the first place, I reckon.

I feel the snake writing, trying to get out of my grip, but I don't let the cute little thing go. I'm pretty sure it tried to also bite me, but its fangs didn't even pierce through my skin. Cute little thing, can't wait to experiment on it. Hopefully it won't pop into a bloody, meaty explosion. That would be mildly sad.

I start getting to work on my spell, thinking up the basics parameters and functions of the spell, like changing body shape, increasing size, increasing intelligence, imparting knowledge, and other parts of the spell to accommodate for changes and alleviate the adverse effects of the first part of the spell.

Continuing to come up with ideas for how to create the spell I wish for, mostly because of idle curiosity and horniness, I walk towards the small cave that I have decided is my home, at least for now.

After a couple of days of working on the spell, I decided I had finally perfected the spell. Or curse, depending on your view on philosophy, transformation and animal experimentation.

Well, not really 'perfected'. More like I got it to be good enough for actual testing on an animal, instead of just throwing at random walls. But close enough, no? I had already made several different versions in the last few days, but now I was confident enough to use it on a living thing.

There was also now two other clones working on improving my understanding in random magical topics, though I wasn't sure how useful they'd be. But the more there would be, the faster I would learn… theoretically. If I actually want to get the experience, I need to kill them, but I won't think about it right now.

In all likelihood, they'll be killed in the future by some hero or heroine that wants to kill me for the horrific biological crimes and abominations against nature that I'm about to unleash upon this world. So, there's no need to worry about that.

No, what was actually important was testing my new and wonderfully fun and useful spell on that little snakey that I had captured. It'll be soooo fun, I just know it~!

So, I go towards the cave I'm keeping it, with the intention of changing its very existence with this new spell. Either by changing it into something new and interesting, or changing into dead.

In no time at all, I find the animal in the place that I had stored it, fed it, watered it and cleaned it the last several days. Can't have it go dead on me just because I'm not properly taking care of it. It wouldn't be hard to find another one in the forest, probably, but it's the principle of the matter.

With that, I stare down at the snake, and prepare to cast the spell on it. I start gathering power in my hands, making the creature start to wriggle and move around in nervousness. I'm actually taking a bit to cast it half for the coolness factor, and half to make sure that the amount of power I'm about to shoot out is stabilised, and not going to implode.

So, purple and pink and magenta and other colours that don't actually exist start to spark and flash around my fist, and then I release the finished the spell towards the animal, the crystalline spell shooting out towards the snake, and striking it almost instantly.

It twists on itself as it feels the spell taking hold over its body, if of only for a moment, and then its entire body starts twitching and shuddering, before beginning to change and morph and twist.

The body quickly starts to lengthen and grow as the spell starts to take its course on the creature, light flashing around and through the snake as its body begins to undergo a rapid and powerful metamorphosis at incredible speeds, the body thickening quickly, its tail growing larger and thicker, while the top part, near its head, becomes shadows as it morphs and grows, bulging and changing at insane speeds and in incredible ways.

Until, after a couple of seconds, instead of a snake head, there was in place an entire humanoid torso, along with a head and a pair of arms in place.

"Mwahahahaha~! It works! I'm a fucking genius!" I exclaim with a high pitched voice, a smirk on my face as I stare at the sexy snake lady in front of me, looking mighty confused. Which makes complete sense, considering she should have just gained sentience approximately ten seconds ago, and had been just a normal animal until then.

But I don't really care, instead staring at her body for a little more than a moment, and her breasts that might literally be the size of watermelons. So, I eagerly leap onto her only a few seconds later.

"Honk honk~!" I yell with a smile as I squeeze her magnificent, massive mammaries, taking great pleasure as she yelps with surprise, but also a small amount of arousal as I play with her breasts. Thankfully, I don't hurt her with my Godly strength, or literally infinite strength, since I can actually control it pretty damn well.

Also, she's actually the first other woman I've seen since coming into this world, huh? And I literally created her from a snake I randomly found in the forest.

I admit, I did it mostly to satisfy my monster girl fetish, and also because I think it would be hot to find a really cool and impressive monster, like another Dragon, a Tarrasque, a Kraken, a Giant Spider or something else, using this spell on the monster to turn it into a cute and sexy monster girl, and then giving the monster girl to some of my bug monsters to rape.

Also, the idea of using this spell on one of the bug monsters I'm planning to create sounds interesting. Sexy plague bug monster girl? Definitely sounds hot and interesting.

Hmm. Now that I think about it, I should also make all of the atrocities I'm planning to create as good at sex and mind breaking as possible. I mean, I want only an hour with one of them to mind break into submission even some of the strongest willed people or things there are, especially something like a dragon girl… that I turned into a girl from a normal dragon. Of course~!

I shake my head and put my scattered thoughts back on track, my attention turning back to the hot snake girl I'm still groping.

"Hey~! Glad to see you are alive and well! Can you talk?" I cutely say, tilting my head as I ask her that. I do not stop groping her breasts.

She flushes as she stares down at me, just looking without saying anything for half a minute, just a surprised expression on her face.

Eventually, though, she does actually manage to form words and speak, much to my excitement.

"I… ahhh… hello?" She slowly forms words as she looks at me, mildly confused and lost from what I could tell. Which isn't surprising, considering she was basically just born, or reborn, I suppose.

"Hi~! It's great to meet you! Can you tell me how smart are you and how much stuff do you know? Like, in general?" I ask her with a wide smile on my face, all the while I continue to play with her massive breasts, taking great enjoyment in squeezing them and feeling their softness.

She seems to blush even more as she stares at my face, and she doesn't say anything for almost a minute, which makes me pout in annoyance. Though I do not stop groping her.

Though, when she sees me pout, she finally pulls herself together… a bit… and gives me an answer.

"I-I… w-well, I mean…" She starts babbling for a second, before abruptly stopping, taking a deep breath, and speaking again, this time more coherently.

"I… think I have a general knowledge of some things? I know a lot of things, but so many of them are so different that I think it'd take a lot of time to tell you everything. But I do think I am… a bit smart." The sexy snake says as she stares down at me, and I grin up at her, all while one of my hands continues to play with her breasts, and I move the other to her hips, to grope her there as well.

I innocently look at her after she's done with her words, though I'm also looking at something else.

Fetishes: None

Fetish Strength: N/A

She was basically born moments prior, so she doesn't have any fetishes… I wonder how hard it would be to make her fetishes into something like hypnosis, cum drinking, cock worship, bug cock or other things like that.

Guess I'll have to find out~!

"Hyehyehye~!" I laugh as I continue to grope her, though she doesn't seem to care about it. At least not too much, though she obviously seems to notice it.

"Ah, are you sure it's… appropriate to grope me like this? I wouldn't want to question you, since you are my Creator and Mistress, but it does seem a bit lewd…" She says with a flushed face as she stares at me, and I just smile at her brightly, which almost begins to make her drool as she looks at my moderately sized breasts, as well as my face.

"Yep! It's plenty lewd, and I don't mind that at all~!" I say with a cheery grin as I nod at her, before getting an even wider grin as I move my hand from her hips to her pussy, and then slip one of my fingers into her apparently dripping pussy.

"Ah~! But… you are my Creator! Technically my mother… if adopted, kinda. Though it does rankle a bit to be younger than you when you yourself look so…" She starts to say, though I interrupt her by honking her breasts once more, while also using one of my abilities to forcibly arouse her, while also adjusting her sensitivity to make her much much easier to please.

Technically, I'm cheating. But I also don't care that much, and this would be funny.

"Oh, a little incest never hurt anyone~!" I say with a lewd grin as I raise my eyebrows at her suggestively, before moving my fingers into her pussy, having no idea what the fuck I'm doing, and making her instantly cum through the power of having overpowered abilities.

"MHhHmhhmmMMOMMY~~~" She moans out as she slumps down onto me, cumming her mind out from my simple act. Even though she's more than twice my height, I easily hold her up as she falls on me, because I am strong as fuck. I am infinitely strong, hyehye…

It doesn't take too long for her to recover from her brief bout of cumming her brains out, thankfully enough. It would have been annoying if I knocked her out for ten minutes or something like that.

"That was… that was something…" She mutters to herself as she rights herself, one of my hands still on her breasts and groping them occasionally, and by occasionally, I mean every couple of seconds.

"'Was'? You don't think we're done already… do you?" I say with a tilt of my horned head, smiling up at her with a less than innocent grin on my youthful face, and my… daughter (?) gulps as I move my free hand to her hips once more.

"Ah… that… I thought making me cum once was enough?" She says, a hopeful tone almost making it into her sentence, though not quite. Perhaps she knew that I was definitely not letting her off so easy, or perhaps she had been hoping for more 'mother-daughter bonding time'.

Either way, I'd be playing with her and lewding her some more now, as I increase the sensitivity of her nipples and allow my clawed hand to pinch it, making her moan in pleasure as her nipple is played with by her own mother.

I didn't really even consider this whole incest kink before, but I now decided that it was very hot and I definitely want more of it. So, I do exactly that as I get closer to my cute little snake monster girl.

Well, she wasn't really 'little', but that didn't matter too much, did it? Either way, what truly mattered is that I moved both my hands to her hips, kneading and playing with her flesh, groping her ass, thighs. At the same time I moved my mouth to one of her nipples, and allowed my tongue to slip out of my mouth.

In no time at all it was wrapped around one of her nipples, as well as licking the rest of her wonderfully big boob, licking it all around as I tugged on her nipple, enjoying the taste, as well as the aroused and conflicted look on her face as she looks down at me.

I, of course, grin up at her, sharp teeth shown off as my tongue continues to play with her breast, my hands continuing to grope and wander around her hips, occasionally slipping into her pussy to finger her some more. And thanks to Hentai Physics, no matter how much I moved my clawed fingers inside of her, she wasn't cut or hurt by them.

My tail wags behind me, before moving towards the snake girls back, spanking her and causing her to stumble onto me once more, and I simply grin as I continue sucking on her nipple and fingering her, while moving my other hand to her unoccupied boob, groping it and playing with it while I continue to pleasure her, gradually increasing her sensitivity.

It didn't take too long for her to orgasm once more. Only this time I didn't just stop fingering and playing with her body to let her recover. Instead, I just used on of my abilities to make sure she could cum again instantly, if I inflicted enough pleasure on her. I made sure she didn't have a refractory period anymore.

Then, I continued playing with her, all the while increasing how much pleasure she felt. I was quite sure I could give her hundreds of orgasms in the next hour if I tried a little. Hell, I'd probably be able to give her thousands of orgasms, if I put any effort into it.

This will be fun! And I can heal her if her voice starts to get hoarse and her throat starts to hurt from her screams of pleasure~! What joy!

Notes:

The snake girl actually has Black Hair and Scales, but the art was good enough for my purposes

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Necromancer Daddy

Chapter Text

Fetishes: Fingering, Breastfeeding, Yuri

Fetish Strength:

Fingering - Medium; Breastfeeding - High; Yuri - Maximum

I proudly look at my daughter, a hazy look on her face as she stares at nothing in particular, just staring blankly at a stone wall. I impishly grin up at her, and how exhausted she looks.

"Had fun~?" I cheerily ask her with a smirk on my face, raising my eyebrow at her.

"...Yes-haah-mom…" She says with an exhausted voice, closing her eyes and slouching against the wall behind her. Which is reasonable, I suppose, considering that we have spent the last 6 hours having some hot lesbian sex, where I used my abilities to utterly drain her and play with her and generally pleasure her.

It was hot and fun, but I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it again, at least not anytime soon. Getting dicked down, enjoying the musk of cocks and drinking cum is much better, but this was still pretty fun.

…Hm, wonder how hard it would be to get rid of her yuri fetish and replace it with a fetish for monster cock? That would be fun, probably~!

Oh well, I actually have to create a giant cockroach monster if I want to do that. So, for now, not feasible. I mean… I could have the doggie dick her down, but don't feel like it, for the moment.

Looking around the room, I notice that there isn't a space for her to sleep. Which makes sense, considering I have not slept at all in a while, because sleep is for the weak. But my daughter is weak and needs her beauty sleep.

How do I make sure she has somewhere to sleep, other than the cold, stone floor? Cause she is my daughter… kinda. Not really, but I did create her, so she's my daughter in the way she's a magical experiment that I gave life to.

…Would that mean that any necromancer is the father of any intelligent undead he creates? That's actually a funny thought, imagining a powerful necromancer going around with a gaggle of hundreds of children following him like ducklings following their mother.

"Hyehye~" I laugh at the mental image. It's not accurate and I don't think it makes much sense, but it is funny, and makes a certain amount of sense.

But funny as thinking about that would be, I do want to actually give the sexy snake daughter a place to sleep, and I can't exactly do that by laughing at necromancers with a lot of skeleton children.

I go up to her and notice that she's apparently fast asleep against the wall, and I pout as I try to figure out what to do with her. I pick her up in my arms, and start to walk around the cave, trying to find a place to put her so she could get a proper and relaxing sleep.

After a few minutes, I decide to try to use nature magic to make a moss bed for her. It wasn't exactly very nice and comfortable, at least not as much as a normal bed, but it was the best I could create in such a short time.

With that done, I quickly search around for some food I had laying around, and put it next to her, since she's probably going to be hungry when she wakes up. I create a bowl of stone and fill it up with cool water, and put it next to her as well. It's a bit annoying to drink from a bowl, honestly, but making a cup of stone feels… wrong, on a fundamental level. It doesn't make sense, but it's just weird.

With a shake of my head, I ignore the weird thoughts in my head, especially the ones telling me to commit genocide. Just kidding~! There aren't any weird thoughts telling me to commit genocide!

Unless you count the fact that I am building a massive army made out of plague bearing insects that will males and rape women into submission and turn them into a different species, which will inevitably lead to a genocide unless I put a stop to my own army.

Huh. You learn something new everyday. Who knew that I was preparing to commit genocide?

Anyway, now that I'm all about the genocide train, time to continue with coming up with more Biological Magic and Plague Magic to use for the development of my army, bases and defenses.

More accurately, I want to try to make some kind of biological super material to interchangeably use for everything, kinda like the Creep of the Zerg from Starcraft, which isn't quite what I want, but is close enough. I want to be able to make buildings, traps, living defences, bindings and more out of this material.

I also want it to be producible by some kind of worker unit, like a drone. Though, to fit the whole 'Horny Insect Swarm' aesthetic, I should make it so that the drones use their dicks to produce this material, or at least to construct with it…

I pause for a moment as the thought registers.

…Holy shit that's so hot. Buildings built out of insect cum, bindings made out of insect cum, traps made out of insect cum and defences made out of insect cum. I feel myself getting insanely horny from thinking about the fetish opportunities, where everything is made out of jizz.

Yeah, I'm definitely gonna be fingering myself to this later-OHOHohhhhhhh~---

After shaking myself out of the orgasm that seemed to last for a minute, I put my thoughts back in order. It seems that my lovely, cute parasites made me have an orgasm at the thought, which is entirely fair. It is very hot and a good one that I will definitely keep.

But, fun as it is, I do actually need to experiment and create a material to use as a source of everything I'm planning to make, as well as a sort of cum for the building units.

I create water in my hands, playing with it, bouncing the blob of water between my hands like a ball, staring at it, before popping it out of existence. Then I make it disappear out of existence, and I stare at the wall, trying to think of what I could use as a basis for this super material.

Definitely not water, no.

Blood, nah. Doesn't fit.

…Honey? Not the worst choice in existence, but at the same time I don't really know how it works and how it's produced, so kinda meh.

Silk… could also be a choice. Also kinda meh, but does sound like a better one than honey.

Now that I really think about it, there's also something else that I need to think of, not necessarily related to this. If I plan to make a massive army of gigantic insect monsters, I need to also make them self-sustaining, and not just a little. I don't want the entire world to be eaten away by them, like I had created a swarm of Tyranids. That would be annoying, and not the hot fantasy I'm looking for.

This whole idea of 'creating an army of giant insects with big cocks' is kinda more complicated than I thought at first. But it's a good idea, and a hot one. And if I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it, then I'm gonna do it right.

Which means making sure that the army doesn't eat away at the entire world, because that would be… not good.

Hmm… making them eat sunlight isn't the worst decision ever. But if they get trapped underground or if we try to fight a civilisation that lives deep in the world, that would be a problem. So, not that.

Giving them the ability to eat magic is… probably a stupid idea. So no, not that either.

Letting them devour plants or flesh is not something I'm gonna do either, since it could lead to them acting like a swarm of hungry Tyranids.

Making them capable of eating sexual fluids would be mildly hot, I admit, but if there's no hot girls around to drink from, they're still gonna starve to death.

What about if the building material also acted as a source of food? Could I do that? Cause it would be really, really useful.

If I could do that, it would solve the problem really easily. Another problem, though, is ensuring that the worker insects produce much, much more of the consumable material than they eat themselves. Which sounds annoying, but probably not impossible.

After all, making gigantic monster insects also sounds impossible, breaking laws of physics and stuff, and a lot more magic breaks physics in more ways. Having the workers eat a small amount of food, and then they produce much more food than they ate sounds like normal magic shenanigans, and also very funny.

Oh well, I'll have to figure out how to make them able to produce more than they eat, but I assume it won't be too hard, with magic on my side. Maybe some funky organ that lets them use more energy than they should have, or something else like that. I really have no idea right at the moment, so I'll hold those plans for the future.

Right now, what I actually need to do is figure out what material I want to use as a base for my wonder substance that is both building material and food mixed in one. So far I've got honey, which is not exactly what I'm looking for, but is already food, so it already accomplishes one of the things I'm looking for. And silk, which is a kind of building material, but a completely different type from what I'm thinking of, and completely divorced from being food.

What other material do I kinda have access to that would be useful? I tap my chin as I think on that matter, though I can't exactly think of anything for the moment.

"Hmmm…" I let out loud as I stare at the wall in deep thought, trying to figure which one is better for my means, while at the same time letting my mind stray enough that I wonder what my 'Malicious' Clone is doing now.

"OHHHHHHHHHH~~~♥♥♥" Moans out of a young looking dragon girl, lost in the throes out of passion and ecstasy as tentacles coil around her body, blackened void tendrils seeking to make use of her as an incubator for more void aligned tentacles, and she is helpless to do anything to try to stop them.

Tentacles as black as the Void of the night sky move and writhe around, one of them thrusting in and out of her sensitive, tiny pussy, stretching out with each thrust, her belly bulging from the tentacles so much that her vision is blocked by her own flesh that is stretched to accommodate for the tentacle.

Not that she was able to think much, with another tentacle going into her right ear, coiling around her brain before penetrating straight through her brain with not a problem, making her squeal with pleasure even more, the dark tentacle exiting through her left ear with no problem, black precum dripping from the tip, before it retracts back into her skull.

At the same time, a tentacle is shoving itself into her mouth and down her throat, forcing itself on her and deeper into her body, writhing around inside of her, feeding her its cum and making her endure as it rams itself deeper and deeper into her, while at the same time more tentacles play with her body, some of them groping her small, barely noticeable breasts, others playing with her spankable ass and thighs, a lot of tentacles eager to spray their loads in and on her.

I play with a pool of honey, swirling it around my hands, making float through the air, dance and make shapes, swirl it around me, creating it more of it out of nothing but magic, more and more as a torrent of sweet honey forms, a tornado of delicious, gooey goodness twirling and swirling around me, leaving delicious honey everywhere in the cave, for the bugs and my cute 'daughter' to eat if they find it and decide to eat it.

Eventually, though, I stop playing with the honey, instead throwing a good chunk of it at the wall, splattering the stone in yellow, and then I focus on my magic. A second later, the entire mass of slime becomes much more solid than before, and a more vibrant yellow than before. I stare at the completely solid honey, before taking a couple of steps forwards.

I trace my fingers across it and notice a minimum of sliminess on the surface of the honey wall. That's kinda interesting. I push my finger through the solid slime, and feel a bit more softness inside. Still more solid and thick than normal, but it feels like it could maybe be called a liquid. Kinda. Possibly.

I pull my finger away and stare at the honey chunks covering it, and lick it clean. I shudder at the taste, hating the sweet taste, but I suppose that it can act well enough for my future soldiers, monsters, workers and anything else I create.

All of my celebration is suddenly cut off as experience floods my mind, with several days worth of practice in magic, advancing my magical knowledge in several places that it had been lacking before. I am confused for a second, before the last memory comes in.

Great. One of my clones had been killed by a necromancer. Or, more accurately, some necromancers' army, a horde of skeletons, skeletal knights riding horses, some cloaked wraith things, some skeleton golem things, and more undead things.

It looks awesome and impressive. Too bad their Master is standing against me and wants me to die. Welp, time to show some people why it's bad to mess with an experimenting dragon girl!

…Though truthfully, killing me before I unleash a massive army of monsters would be the smart option if they could actually manage it. So I can't really put the blame on him or other people that'll try to kill me, when they are doing the objectively smart thing.

It's just that doing the smart thing and trying to shank me isn't going to save them from me, oh no.

With a grin on my face, I run out of my cave at incredible speeds, and then jump into the air several hundreds metres with a single leap, taking flight as I grin and scan the forest below, looking and searching for an army. It truly isn't hard to find, not at all.

Hundreds, perhaps even thousands of troops marching. Troops, armed and armored. Monsters, crushing everything in their paths, ready to fight and wreck through anything they could find. Wraiths, ghosts, spirits or whatever else they were called, floating through the air or on the ground, shrieking as they spotted me.

The entire army goes on alert, pausing as they turn, as one, towards me. Bows raise towards the sky, nocked arrows flying upwards in a volley of hundreds.

Bloated, rotting frogs croak, bolts of necromantic energies shooting towards me, aiming to rot me, decay me and end me.

Birds take into the sky, eagles and vultures and crows, skeletal and dead, or rotting and decaying, a swarm of hundreds screaming and cawing as one mass, each one with hatred and bloodlust in its existence as they fly towards me.

Wraiths turn towards me, floating at glacial speeds, bodies hidden beneath dark hoods and robes, as they shriek as one, arms stretched towards me, ice and cool spreading around them.

A humanoid, far below, wearing black armour and sat atop a pale, skeletal horse, raises their staff towards the sky, and sharpened bones shoot out of the ground towards me, dozens of projectiles shooting towards me.

And a sharp grin grows on my face, sharp teeth glistening as I look at the army arrayed below me and in front of me. It looks so small from here, yet this is the first true obstacle on my path to endless fun.

No, I wouldn't call it an obstacle. More like… a fun break? Yes, a small, yet fun break of fighting thousands of undead monsters.

I draw a breath that I do not need, and channel magic through me, and a moment later, I spew a torrent of burning flames in front of me, breathing out more and more fire for several uninterrupted seconds, scorching all of the arrows flying my away, and burning dozens of undead birds to a second death, their ashes drifting through the wind.

I do not stop. I do not slow down, because that wouldn't be as fun! I continue straight ahead, and barrel my way through the flock of undead birbs that try to peck and claw at me, but they're too slow to even scratch me, and I slay several more of them through my speed and momentum as I fly through them.

Turning back towards them as I suddenly slow down, I grin for a moment, and then a second later several blasts of wind shoot towards the flock of dead birds, rendering more of them inanimate once more, as their bones are scattered so much and so far that the magic animating them falls apart.

More arrows fly towards me, and I don't bother dodging this time. They easily pling off of my skin, not even leaving scratches in the places that they hit, just falling back towards the ground. Zombie frogs croak once more, and from their green, glowing throats shoot out green clouds that start to float towards me.

At the same time, the humanoid figure that is probably the necromancer leading this army aims their staff towards me, more green spewing out as it shoots a laser that instantly blasts my face, and I am hit with a vague feeling of discomfort as bright green fills my vision, hitting me straight on my tits! So rude!

…And suddenly, all the parasites inside of me are writhing in panic, and my flights suddenly stops as I orgasm from all the movement, and I start to drop to the ground from the sudden interruption from the cute little things inside of me… and it doesn't take more than a second to realise that most, if not all, of the parasite tentacles that had been living inside my breasts had now suddenly perished, and probably rotten inside of my tits.

That's a little weird, not gonna lie, but I don't think that can actually hurt me. What matters is that fucking asshole necromancer that had just rotted the source of my reasonably large breasts! I can already see them turn smaller once more as I get back to being flat!

Don't confuse me, I don't mind being flat as a board, but it was hot, in a fetish way, to have my breasts be massive because they are filled with hundreds of parasites living inside of them! And now they're all gone from my boobs!

Rage fills me. It is not at all sudden, but I still feel it, and I decide to teach this asshole necromancer a lesson. With a simple twist of myself I'm suddenly not a small girl anymore, but a massive, red dragon that fills the sky with their presence. Her presence, still, but there's nothing to indicate my gender now.

I flap my wings as I rise once more, staring down at the massive army arrayed below me. Once more, I see it. Thousands of undead. More than that, I can see a swarm of undead vermin below, tens of thousands of rats and lizards and cats, all of them skeletal or rotting. I can see humanoids, with swords, axes, spears and bows. Some armored, some unclothed.

I can see massive crocodile-like skeletons, not really resembling dragons much, other than being lizard like. I can see giant skeletal amalgamations made from dozens of bodies, skulls and arms and ribs and bones fused together into a giant abomination, a tangle of limbs. Massive frogs, toads or whatever you call them, bloated and rotting, filled with emerald necromantic magic, ready to unleash their power with a single croak.

Undead birds continue to fly towards me, determined despite their losses. Skeletal archers continue to ineffectively shoot at me, their arrows bouncing off of my scales, while Wraiths continue to float towards me, like they're meant to be menacing or something.

The humanoid figure on the horse aims their staff towards me once more, maybe hoping to unleash another spell, in a futile attempt to defeat me, or even kill me.

"INANIMATION" I speak, and the world follow my lead, my command. It bends to my will and my desire, if only for a short time, and all the undead creatures and creations suddenly stop in their tracks, in their actions, dropping like puppets with their strings cut. They fall to the floor, in piles, falling apart, the magic holding their limbs together stopped as their bones disconnect from each other, a tangle of bones quickly forming.

Birds descend from the skies, turning into a scattered mass of bones and body parts on their way down, rather than a coherent mess. Empty cloaks slowly flop to the ground, guided by the wind, taking them wherever it may want.

Rotting frogs filled with magic pop like overfilled balloons as their unlife ends, a splash of necromantic energy withering the grass and the trees around the area as the magic runs wild and uncontrolled.

The necromancer is interrupted in their casting as the horse they were sitting on suddenly falls over, falling apart into a pile of bones in a mere second, and suddenly the annoyance who killed the parasites inside of my tits is trying to maintain their dignity as they climb back to their feet after crawling out of a pile of bones.

I turn back into a dragon kin, and dive towards them, though it doesn't take much longer to realise that the figure is male, probably. A blast of green energy shoots towards me, and I easily dodge to the side with a spin, before crashing into the ground, in front of the man in front of me.

I look up, since I am incredibly short, and find that he's surprisingly handsome. That won't save him though, for he is fated to die for the crimes he has committed. Killing the parasites residing in my boobies

But before I slaughter him, I use my Fetish Vision on him, if only for mild curiosity about what he's into.

I half expected to see some fucked up shit, but instead I see…

Fetish: &*%&#@, *&#^@#, (*%&!$#

Fetish Strength:

N/A

Huh. This is enough to spark my curiosity, if only for a moment, but not nearly enough to want to spare him.

"Why are you here?" I ask as I stare up at him, but instead of a response, he aims his staff towards me once more.

With a burst of speed, I dash towards him, rip the staff from his arm, and his arm off of his shoulder, by accident, and break the staff in two over my knee. Then in four, and after that into eight. And then I put the remains into my inventory.

"Mind telling me now?" I ask him once more, with an annoyed frown on my face. He doesn't respond, a second time, instead aiming his other arm towards me, and a glow of green starts forming. I see it in slow motion, like I was observing reality at a hundredth of a second, and before he can even try to shoot it towards me, I rip his second arm from his socket, and slap him over the head with it.

He stumbles backwards, falling onto his ass as he now stares up at me, even though I'm incredibly short. With a snap of my fingers and a look into his eyes, I hypnotise him.

"Tell me why you are here." I order him, watching to see what he does. I wait for a second, but I see that he is gnashing his teeth in an attempt to keep himself from answering.

I'm about ready to try something else, only to be interrupted as his entire body starts to rot away, flesh decaying away at a rapid pace while he stares into my eyes with a triumphant look on his face, as if he had just won something.

I stare at his remains for a few seconds, wondering if something is meant to happen, but if something is, then it's not happening. I sigh, looking around at the ruined battlefield that I barely even fought in.

I look down at my breasts and pout as I see them still flat.

"He got what was coming to him for making me flat once more. What a meanie." I say with a frown as I continue staring down at me.

"...I'm pretty sure I have rotten remains inside of my tits now. Not sure how to feel about that, so I guess I'll just ignore that for now."

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: 'Breast Growth Experimentation'

Notes:

This is an experimentation chapter. If you don't want to read about unethical biological experimentation and inflicting pain on innocent animals for reasons such as 'funny', 'useful' and 'research' then... idk, dont read it?

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Well, that was a pain in the ass. A metaphorical pain in the ass. But definitely annoying as hell.

One clone lost isn't really much of a loss, something I'll get back in only three days, so can't say I'm too mad about that.

No, what I'm truly mad about is that my parasites died and that I'm flat again! I wouldn't really care about that much either, if it wasn't because of some asshole necromancer casting some rot laster at my tits.

So, there is only one thing I can do to rectify this, and get a massive pair of badonkers once more!

Make my own parasites, even better than the ones I made so far. And you know what that means~!

More experiments~! More deaths~! More parasites devouring a helpless animal while it screams in agony~!

…More attempts to figure out how to create a hive mind with myself as the leader.

Well, I suppose that there's no helping it, I eventually have to get to it, and might as well start working on it now, if only a little.

But it's probably gonna be soooo annoying. Ugh. Whatever, let's start with this.

Or maybe I should check up on my cute snake daughter first? That would probably make sense, wouldn't want her to interrupt me while I'm busy with testing parasitic abominations on some helpless animals. She could also get nommed!

It doesn't take long at all to find her again, I spot her aimlessly moving inside the cave, just pacing around without a purpose, as far as I could tell. So, I greet her as normally as I can.

"KYAAA~!" She moans out as both of her massive, gorgeous breasts are groped by me as I leap towards her defenceless back and latch onto her with a bright grin on my face.

"Why are you doing this… m-mother?!" She asks with a confused and aroused voice as I continue to grope her with no intention of just stopping, at least for now.

"Because it's fun, because it's easy and because it's free?" I answer her question with a bright smile as I continue to play with her massively impressive tits. I just lost mine, so hers are the only great titties around, sadly.

But I do eventually have to get off of her back, sadly, which finally allows her to see me again. Which brings surprise to her face as she looks at my changed form.

"Where did your breasts go?" She asks as she stares down at my chest, a hint of… disappointment in her eyes as she looks at my flat boobies. I smile at her and wink.

"Oh, didn't realise you'd miss your mommies massive mammaries so much, my dear! Yours are even bigger than mine were, but I suppose that even with that you could miss mine, huh?" I say with a lewd grin as I touch my own, lacking chest area, while I stare at her face.

"Well… maybe a little?" She asks, more than tells me, though I don't mind that. "But seriously, how did they disappear?" She asks once more, and this time I decide I might as well answer.

"Easy! My breasts were actually always this small, but I had some tentacle parasites inside of them that increased their size thanks to the parasites. But I just fought a necromancer that shot a decay laser at me, rotting away all the parasites in my breasts, so now they are back at a small size, sadly." I inform her with a pout at my misfortune, though I'm still considering what parasites I can create, and what parasites I should create.

"...What?" She asks me, a mildly horrified look on her face at what I just said. Oh no. She doesn't have a parasite fetish?! I must fix this post-haste!

"Yeah? Why are you saying 'what'?" I continue the conversation regardless, in the unlikely chance she seems to be horrified by something else.

"You had parasites inside of you?! And you don't seem horrified at all?" She questions me, confused at the situation as she looks down at me, and probably remembering that she sucked on my tits more than once while we had our yuri sex marathon.

"Why would I be horrified?" I ask with a tilt of my head and a grin as I stare at her, mild confusion painted on my face.

"Why wouldn't you be horrified at parasites living in your body?! They're some kind of monsters that live inside of you, making use of your body for their own purposes!" She says as she stares at me, surprise and confusion on her face.

"Yep~! That's hot as fuck, very arousing~!" I respond with a cheery smile at her words, my tail wagging behind me as I nod my head in confirmation.

"...What." She states, rather than asking, staring at me, a bit bewildered.

"Well, they're amazing. Having some tentacles constantly living in my breasts is pretty arousing and nice. What's hard to get, sweetheart?" I say with a grin, licking my lips as I look at her.

Rather than responding to me, at least verbally, she simply looks at me for nearly half a minute, tilting her head and looking generally concerned, before shaking her head, turning around and leaving.

I let her, and I turn away as well as I go towards the cave carved deeper in the cave, where I previously experimented, and go to the… 'holding pen' there.

Then I slap my face as I realise that there isn't any animal there, because I already killed the previous one with some plagues and flesh crafting magic, so now I have to find a new subject of experimentation.

Ugh. So annoying.

Thankfully for me, it doesn't take more than a couple of minutes to find a deer, and I easily grab it, hoisting it above my head as I start to walk towards the cave, its struggling not amounting to anything in the end.

I carefully put it in the prison area, seal the entrance shut behind me, and smile at my new lovely subject. Of course, I first have to figure out what I want to accomplish with some parasites, instead of just randomly throwing them at an animal and seeing what sticks.

I tap myself on the chin and stare at the ceiling, thinking about what I could even want to make out of these parasites. For now they're going to be lethal, more likely than not, if only to test how strong I can make them, their effects and other stuff like that.

But for later generations I'd prefer to make the parasites non-lethal, since making use of the same host over and over again without killing her is obviously the smarter option. I'd be pretty stupid to make parasites that kill their host whenever they reproduce or try to leave the host, so that's not gonna be the end product.

I think I have 3 ways I want the parasites to go for the end products, at least for now.

First thing first, I want some of the 'parasites' to just basically be young versions of my Insect Monsters, and for the host to act as an incubator for them, then they can just leave the mother and join my swarm when still small, and slowly grow. Or maybe kept in the backline while still growing into a full grown monster, and eventually added to the front line battlefield when fully grown.

Not sure if this exactly counts as a parasite, since it's basically pregnancy but with a bug monster, but I think it counts? It's not normal pregnancy, since the child is a bug monster that will be a predator for the human species once grown up, so it should count as a parasite?

The second type of parasite I'm planning on making is the self replicating one. You know, it enters the womb of a gal, and makes use of her biology to make more of itself until it eventually fills her up completely with parasites, and then they start to leave her body to try to infest a new person with more parasites.

It would probably not be too hard to notice the parasites though, with a magic spell or even a regular medical check or just sex, so I would also need to make the parasites incredibly pleasurable, or have some degree of mind control, to allow them to make sure that the person is too aroused and enjoys them too much to try to remove her parasites.

Mainly thinking of werms from Parasite Infection here, though I don't think I'll take much inspiration from there, since that would be a little boring, most likely.

The third type of parasite I'm thinking of making is the permanent one. It doesn't reproduce too much, at least not inside the body of the person. It inflicts pleasure and arousal and perversion to the host, but it doesn't really try to leave or do much stuff.

Thinking of this type mainly to replace the parasites that had previously been living inside my breasts, and bringing them up to their prodigious size. Also thinking of making these parasites have some kind of aphrodisiac, cum or some kind of addictive or corruptive slime, mostly because it would be funny and also arousing to have corruptive parasite milk that anyone can drink from my breasts.

There's probably other types of parasites I could think of making or will want to make, but those are all that I'm thinking for the moment.

Now, time to actually test my parasite creation skills on the deer, see what winds up happening. I'll try not to make them incredibly eager to devour flesh and reproduce within the body, if only for some more interesting effects.

Though I have to figure out what kind of parasite I want to create for now, cause just shooting out a flesh eating parasite, or parasitoid I suppose, isn't going to be that interesting for more than 3 or 4 times, and then it'll just be boring.

…I could create some parasite that is basically a zombie virus for a more diverse arsenal for inflicting disease, suffering and other stuff like that.

Hm. Well, I know what would be most fitting to inflict on a deer first thing first. Though what I'm about to inflict upon him isn't a prion, I'm sure the effect won't be too hard to replicate. Maybe with a try or two if I can't succeed immediately.

The subject of parasites always interested me. Not immensely, and mostly in a horny way, even if I did browse the wikipedia for parasites and found interesting parasites, like some parasites that trans the gender of crabs and make the previously male crabs help with the birthing process of the parasitic larvae. That was a fun and hilarious read, though also incredibly fucked up that some animal out there just castrates animals and forcibly changes behaviour through the regulation of hormones.

Anyway, back to the subject of the matter. Deer, and using a parasite to change the behaviour of the one in front of me, somehow. Not sure how I'd do that exactly, since biology isn't exactly my strongest point (that would be my fists or my horniness, not sure which), but I figure the parasite would have to hijack the nervous system and/or muscles for movement, or change the brain to affect the thought process of the deer.

Or something like that, maybe. I'll figure it out as I do stuff.

But how will I shape up the parasite to take control of the deer and make it a kind of zombie deer? Let's see…

I have something in hand only a couple of minutes later. It looks a bit like a meat ball, only with an eye in the middle of its… roundness? Face? There isn't really a middle of it on the surface, so… whatever.

Now that I looked a little closer to it, it kinda reminded me of the Overmind portrait in Starcraft 2, which was a bit silly.

But ignoring that, it still looked pretty cool, especially since it wasn't in its 'deployed' form, since it was just sitting there on my palm, with nothing to try to attack or infect, since it knew better than to try to take over its creator. It wasn't actually intelligent, as in actually smart, but it does have an animal mind, capable of understanding threats, danger, opportunity and the like. Probably.

What I'm trying to say is that it's not completely stupid, and could probably do stuff without help. It also doesn't have any way to reproduce, but also doesn't really get old, since it's just made out of magic. So this bad boy can live forever as long as it isn't killed by something.

"YEET~" I yell out with a smile as I throw the parasitic creature towards the deer, timing it just as the deer is opening its mouth, and I smile as the meatball is swallowed by the deer with absolutely no problem.

I can't really see through the flesh, but right now the parasite should be getting inside of it and getting into an active mode where it searches for the best place to try to take control over the body of the deer. Not sure exactly where that is, but I assume it's the brain, since that makes the most sense.

A small amount of time passes, a few minutes going by, before the effect of the magically created parasite makes itself known, its eyes twitching in place, muscles locking in place or moving in… bad ways, causing the deer to fall over not soon after.

Its twitches continue as the parasite has its way with the deer, doing whatever it wants to the brain or wherever else it decided to make its home, and I can see blood oozing from the mouth of the deer, a small pool of crimson starting to form next to its head as the wild twitching of its limbs continues.

It takes a couple more minutes for the twitching to start stabilising, before stopping entirely in a less time. It tries to move, the legs looking a little malformed or twisted in place as they are clumsily moved around, no grace or intelligence in the action as they are pressed against the ground, to not much of an effect.

The parasitically controlled deer tries to move from its place on the floor, though it really isn't doing much with the efforts, at least for the moment. But eventually, after a couple more minutes in which I began to think of other stuff, the zombie deer finally manages to stumble onto unsteady feet, its gaze turning towards me as it shakily moves forward, looking like the weakest of breezes would knock it over.

Drool oozed from its mouth, and it looked more than a little bloody and damaged. It's face was more than a little red, tears of blood having started to fall from its eyes at some point, as well as the blood that had been falling from its mouth. The limbs were more than a little fucked up as well. The body wasn't too bad, though there still looked to be something wrong with it.

I wonder, do I realise there's something wrong with it because I know it's being controlled by a parasite, or because there's some instinct inside of me telling me that it looks or is wrong? I can't really tell, so I'll ignore that for now.

"Walk forward." I order it verbally. I could probably order it only with my mind, but I'll keep talking for now.

It does just as I order it, stumbling forward with a complete lack of balance, almost falling to the ground once more, and I give a light laugh as I stare at its clumsy walking. I wonder how I could make it have more balance or make it so that it was better at taking control of a body so it wouldn't lead to so much internal damage.

I also walk forward, crouching down and slipping my hand through the bars to open its mouth, seeing its teeth, as well as more drool slipping from its jaws at an amusing speed. With a twist of my hand, I create a large hole in one of the corners and with a single thought I fill it up with water.

"You're drooling a lot, so maybe drink a little. I can give you some food eventually, probably. But I'm keeping you here to study, for now." I say to the mildly stupid parasite that is controlling the deer, and it turns away from me and jerkily stumbles towards the pool of water, and quickly starts to drink from it.

I stare at it for a moment, before I leave the room, in search for more subjects to experiment on, with. Maybe with more of this parasite, but far more likely that I'll make some more differently shaped parasites, with varied purposes, effects, abilities and the like.

It doesn't take too long to return, this time bringing a wolf in tow with me, easily held up in my hands, no matter how hard it howled and tried to get away. When it spotted the… 'deer' in the other room, it stilled for a single second, before it began howling all the louder and trying to escape all the more.

I shrugged my shoulders as it continued to try to get away, while at the same time creating a new holding pen into the stone wall, to hold the wolf as well, and in only a couple of minutes the wolf is in its own cell, desperately trying to find a way out of there while also trying to keep away from the deer being puppeteered by a parasite.

Apparently it's very easy to tell that there's something very wrong with that deer. Wonder how I would implement better stealth into a parasite…

Also wondering what my Lewd Clone is doing out there, right now.

"Oh! A treasure chest~!" She cheers as she spots a purple chest at the end of the hallway, with red and black motifs on it. It looked truly impressive with it's size.

"I'm sure there's absolutely nothing suspicious about it at all~! Definitely not a mimic!" She continues with a wide grin as she walks towards it with absolute confidence, stopping in front of it for a moment, before opening it as hard as she could!

"Ha~!" She yells out as she closes her eyes, bracing herself for impact… only for nothing to happen. After standing still for a couple more seconds, she opens her eyes to see… a normal treasure chest?

After closing and opening her eyes again a few times, she decides that she is seeing correctly and that there are no tentacles inside it.

"Awww man. That's such a disappointment. Who's the asshole who made a treasure chest without any tentacles in it? It's just normal treasure." She complains as she takes the shortsword, the… slutty armour and the gold coins.

It doesn't take long at all to put on the armour, considering that she was naked before. Similarly, the silver and shadowy sword she had found also has a sheathe that she attaches to her hips, and she swings the weapon around a few times, to see the afterimages and the black flames left behind in it's wake.

And there are a lot of coins in the chest as well, surprisingly enough. She doesn't care too much about it, but money is money, so she pockets those as well.

Just as she turns around and starts to move away, she feels… something.

She stops for a moment, and then feels something else. More accurately she feels something touching her hand. Before she can even think for a moment, she feels her hands being tied together as the sword she had been previously holding suddenly develops tentacles and binds her arms together!

Similarly, the armour she had just put on suddenly tightened around her as tentacles, big and small, long and short, smooth and textured, started to roam around her body, groping her small breasts, ramming into her ass, wrapping around her tail.

She feels one tentacle wrap around her horn as she falls to the ground, and sighs in contentment as the tentacles of the sword start snaking up her arms, binding them closer together, and starting to move towards her mouth and face, while more tentacles start groping her body. Some of them slamming into her pussy, some of them groping her belly, others moving around her thighs, groping them as well, all the while more and more tentacles appear to reveal themselves from the armour, eager to play with her as well.

"Haah~!" She sighs as she feels her body being entangled by dozens of horny tentacles coming from the armour she just put on. "I am such a lucky gal~! These tentacles are surely going to teach me my place as their breeding toy~!" She says one last sentence, before her mouth was suddenly occupied with a massive tentacle shoved into her from the sword.

Only a couple of days had passed since I had begun my new experiment, a strictly more long term one as I studied the long term abilities, effects and reactions of my parasites on living creatures, mostly animals and two plants that I decided to bring along as well. For more variety, because if I find some kind of Dryad or equivalent monster girl, I also want to be able to get her addicted to bug cock.

Three more deer had become zombie deer along with the first one. One of them had been done through the same method, with the same species of parasite, only 'improved'. More precision, a bit more intelligence, more data on how to control and take control of an animal.

It still took a few minutes to take control of the body, but it was much less bloody and the damage less extensive. It could act with more grace, walk around without stumbling (much). The other animals still tried to stay as far away from it as they could, and none of the carnivores even tried to risk taking a bite from it.

Which is fair. Because while I don't think they could be harmed much, I'm not actually sure about that. I could be wrong, and there probably is a small chance that I am. That would be funny, but I'm not gonna bother with trying to find out if it has enhanced combat capabilities or not.

Next, is the zombie deer that was mind controlled through a slime-like parasite, or amoeba-like parasite. Or more accurately, through a few dozen such parasites. These few dozen parasites are all made individually by me, because I did not give them the ability to replicate, since any resulting parasites would not be obedient to me, and that would suck.

And these ones work entirely different from the eye meatball that takes control of the brain, and takes it the other way around. Each one of these little amoebas is capable of melting and eating flesh, so they travel through the body of the deer, find a muscle group, and then slowly eat and replace those muscles, until that muscle that had previously been the deers, was now completely made out of the parasite.

Do this a couple dozen of times, and all the muscles in the body of the deer have been replaced by parasites, and it can do nothing as its body walks around, eats and drinks without any input from itself, simply doing what it wishes. Or what I tell it to do.

Anyway, since this type of zombie deer is controlled by a lot of different parasites, that also means that coordinating it and giving it orders is incredibly annoying, because I have to inform several parasites what to do, instead of just one. It's kind of a pain, but I'm not disposing of it just yet.

After that, is the zombie deer that was kind of… hollowed out. Or, more accurately, was hollowed out and then replaced with tentacles. As the next 'parasite' that I made was capable of growing bigger by eating flesh, and also creating tentacles using the flesh it ate, while also using those tentacles by eating flesh with them. Not by using them to bring food to it, but straight up forming mouths on those tentacles to eat with.

It had originally been something in the form of a slug, but I'm not sure if that body still remained somewhere in there, or if it was strictly only tentacles now. Save to say, the diet of this deer zombie is only flesh and meat, unlike the other three.

It was also more of a monster than a parasite, because I am reasonably sure that it could just get out of the deer and actually threaten a human and devour one. I also think that the thin layer, or 'shell' of deer meat, skin and fur still remaining is easily destroyed, and will result in a horrific nightmare creature if someone were to try to attack it.

Even if it wouldn't be very strong, it would still be nightmare fuel to fight a zombie deer, and to cut into its neck, only instead of blood coming out, or at least nothing… several tentacles with mouths on them emerge, waving and writhing around as they search for you, hungry to devour you.

Yep, that's certainly something.

You know… with how many zombie deer I made so far, I should totally make a zombie deer girl, if only for the sexiness of it. Turn a deer into a girl, create a parasite that is incredibly pleasurable and not too mentally or physically damaging, and then turn that anthro deer girl into a zombie anthro deer girl.

Or heck, doesn't even have to be a parasite! Could just be some zombie disease or something, but I gotta make a zombie deer girl at some point.

Anyway, where was I?

Ah, yes~! The other parasites that do not live in deer.

In the wolf, I had placed a couple of horse hair worms for the heck of it. Wanted to see if I could make an upscaled version of those fuckers, and so I did. I have no idea why, they're not very useful.

I could make a few of them for my bug army to make? Not sure if I want to give them parasites as well, but at the same time it could be hot for them to cum and release parasites into whatever gal they were fucking before. And it's not like the remake of the horse hair worms has to be painful or fatal or something. I can't think for now how I'd make sure they aren't painful, but I can most likely guarantee that they can't really hurt any insect they reside in.

I mean, I am kind of planning to pick up some aesthetics to become something like a Mommy Nurgle, so it's not that surprising that I plan on having my Plague Insects also have parasites inside of them, so they can spread not just disease around, but also parasites.

Hmmm… I should figure out how to create prions and stuff like that.

Going past that, the next subject is a fox that was put into a very secure and sealed quarantine ahead of time for what I prepared for it. Quite thoroughly sealed and prepared, several metres of stone separating it from the rest of the experiment area, to ensure nothing of what I was about to subject it to could get out.

Was it cruel? Definitely.

Necessary? Absolutely not.

Useful? Maybe a tad.

Disgusting? Without a doubt.

Interesting? More than a bit.

But hey! I was curious, and what's a bit (or a lot) of suffering, when I don't care about too much? I'm planning on committing genocide, mass rape and enslavement, biological development and warfare, a lot of murder, and probably a whole lot more.

So yeah, I did put a fox into a room with what was basically some cordyceps fungi, but stronger than in our world. It didn't take too much for effects to show up, which was mostly sneezing, coughing and their eyes leaking.

I had also placed a not insignificant amount of water and food in the room, so that was no worry.

Over the couple of days that I observed the fox, its condition gradually deteriorated, from just coughing and sneezing, to a reasonably large increase in coughing and sneezing, which must have been both annoying and painful.

Then, after that it began to shiver as it clutched at its stomach, presumably from stomach pains or aches. I assume that, since the next symptom to show up was vomiting. Not just a bit of vomiting, but it couldn't go for more than four hours without vomiting some more. It was quite horrible, but hey~! All in the name of mild curiosity, right?

After that, it seemed to feel pain in its feet, as it generally stopped moving around very much, and each time it tried to move around it was limping, and sometimes letting out keens of pain as it walked.

Then, after a few more time, it started coughing out blood. Not constantly, but its numerous coughs started having a few drops of blood every now or then as well. And then the amount of blood as well as how often it coughed blood started to increase.

Eventually, its sneezes began to also produce more spores, presumably because its lungs had been so thoroughly infected by spores that they began to produce more of them for it to sneeze out in an attempt to spread around the cordyceps.

It definitely looked painful for the poor thing, since each extremely powerful sneeze filled with spores was followed by some more coughing, accompanied by blood.

In some more time it began to act incredibly lethargic, even more than it had been so far. It didn't stop sneezing out spores, but it did stop coughing out so much blood. By then, the white spores of the cordyceps fungi was covering a majority of its body, its bushy tail and fur covered in white. Its ears were probably incredibly and painfully filled up with spores, and spores were almost literally growing inside of its nose. It looked quite horrific.

It wasn't really long for this world, and in only a couple more hours after that, it stopped moving at all, just standing slumped on the floor as it dealt with the pain of the spores, and in another few hours it stopped breathing altogether.

Though that's not quite right. It stopped breathing, but spores didn't stop being pumped from the now dead fox, twitches of life going through its body indicating that the fungus was still making use of its carcass even after it had expired.

Slowly, over time, its corpse starts being covered in more and more of the fungus, eventually being completely covered in the fungus, nothing of the fox remaining to be seen.

After that, I decided to thoroughly decontaminate the spore out of existence through the use of copious amount of burning flames, purging the cordyceps fungus from the room and the air and the stone and the water and everything.

I honestly don't think I'll ever make use of the cordyceps fungus, but I also could be totally wrong. Not saying I won't, but they don't exactly seem too useful.

…Hm. Wonder how hard it would be to make something like The Flood, but sexy? Must be some work… and also a bit like what I'm trying to do, in the barest amount. Kinda.

Notes:

This chapter got a little… edgy? Gross? Very descriptive with body horror and pain?
Anyway, not sure if I should make more chapters like this with detailed experimentation or if I should let them be more in the background? Either way plague and parasites and biological warfare are going to be main themes of this story, so it would make sense to include the experimentation part. It wouldn't really be fun if the MC could pull out more parasites and plagues out of her ass because nothing was shown of them other than vague hints at 'experiments'.

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Daughter-Mother Bonding Time

Summary:

More incest and more tentacles, yay~
Also, schedule will become one chapter every friday from now one, since the fic is finally updated to what I had on another site.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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My own bratty daughter glared at me as she blocked my way when I tried to go to do more experiments. I could easily get her out of the path, of course… but she was a person I created from nothing, basically a child, and while I didn't feel much guilt in general anymore, I didn't want to be too much of a shit mom, even if I already am one by now. I mean, basically raping your daughter a few seconds after she is born isn't exactly a moral action, but she didn't seem to mind it at the time.

That's why I also won't really feel guilty if I get some of the monsters I intend to create to rape her. It doesn't count as rape if she has hearts in her eyes by the end, right?

"Yes, sweetheart?" I ask with a tilt of my head as I stare at her angry face after she slapped the rabbit out of my hands and onto the ground, killing the poor thing because of her strength. She looked remorseful for a second, before her face cleared and turned to frustration once more.

"You've spent nearly the entirety of the last week playing with your parasites, mother!" She says, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation as she looks at me, shaking her head for a second, before turning her attention back to me.

"Yeah. Pretty much," I respond with a nod towards her, and add nothing more. That is a pretty accurate assessment of the last week, spending most of it experimenting on and studying the effects of parasites on animals, and a couple of plants.

"What about it?" I ask with a raised eyebrow as I look up at her. "And by that, I mean what do you want to do? I suppose I should spend some more time with you." I say as I stare at her eyes, and also her heavy, magnificent honkers.

"'You suppose'? Ugh, you are… you're definitely not a good mother." She says with a scowl, her sharp fangs gleaming cutely as she looks down at me. "You could put in the minimum amount of effort to spend some time with me!" She continues as she clenches and unclenches her fists, her tongue darting out of her mouth every now and again.

"Yeah, I could." I give a nod to her, before continuing. "So, what do you want to do? Not like I ever intended to have children or know about how to treat one." Or really care about taking care of one, but I might as well not be a bitch to my kinda-daughter, or at least not be too mean.

She stares at me for a bit, before she grabs me by the hand and leads me away from the experimentation cavern, and to her moss bed that I made for her.

"Could you make something better than this? It's not too bad, but it still gets cold, and you didn't actually make bed sheets for it. Nor a pillow." She looks a little annoyed at that, which is reasonable. I got distracted by performing experiments and creating biological horrors for funsies, instead of improving the quality of life of my daughter. I would also be annoyed in her place about that.

"Hmm. Yeah, I should probably find a way to improve this to be more comfortable… somehow?" I talk to myself as I stare at the nature based bed, before cracking my fingers. and get to trying out more magic to make that moss a better place to sleep on.

With a snap of my fingers, flowers appear on the bed as I create them from nothing, and force them to grow until they beautifully bloom on the bed. Then I stare at the bed covered in gorgeous flowers, and wonder if I actually improved anything at all.

"It looks… prettier, but I'm not sure that's that much of improvement," she says from beside me, while also staring at the flower bed that her literal bed had just become through the power of magic.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm figuring this out now, not like I've made a bed before to know exactly what I'm doing." I reply with a roll of my eyes which I'm pretty sure she doesn't notice, unless she has eyes on the side of her head or something like that.

What would be the best material to use for a pillow? Probably moss again, or flower petals? No, I doubt that, juuuuust a little bit, because I'm not sure how soft petals are, as well as how I can hold a lot of them bound together in the shape of a pillow, as well as how to make sure they don't wither in time.

Moss, on the other hand, should be reasonably easy to use, right? Kinda soft, already pretty connected, just needs some water, probably.

It's going to be uncomfortably wet, I think, and will need to be regularly watered, but there's not really much of a reason to not use it. Other than not wanting to use only moss for the bed, I suppose. A little colour would be wonderful for the bed… probably. Maybe.

But I don't think I can make a proper cover out of flowers or petals, and same for the pillow. So, I'll just go for the easy route and make some moss pillows and covers on the bed without much effort or creativity put into it.

It really doesn't take much effort to accomplish it. It takes all of a couple of seconds to create several soft pillows, as well as a large cover that is as big as the entire moss bed. It doesn't look too aesthetically pleasing, but it's probably good enough.

"Welp, that was easy enough~!" I say with a smile as I stare at the moss bed, before glancing at my snake daughter, who still looked mighty annoyed at me.

"Thank you… Why didn't you do this in the first place?" She asks with a tilt of her head as her tongue snakes out of her mouth once more.

"Well… It's because of a very very important reason." I say with a solemn face as I straighten up and stand at all my height of a small child as I prepare myself to reveal to her the secrets of the universe.

"I didn't think of it." I reveal the secret to her, one most eldritch and unholy. The mind shattering fact that I am not actually all knowing and can just not think of something because I just didn't think about it.

She stares at me with a half lidded gaze, looking quite traumatised at the revelation, but it had to be done. It was the only way.

"I know that it's a world shattering revelation that I don't know everything in existence, and that I could simply not consider something intelligent to do, bu-" I start with a wise voice as I nod at her, but before I can continue, she lunges towards me and grabs me by one of my horns.

"Ahhhhhnnnn~" I moan out as my hot daughter takes hold of one of my horns to shut me up, presumably because I was being mildly annoying.

She looks at me, surprised at my moan, her eyes wide with shock and her face suddenly overtaken by a blush as she looks down at me, and recognises how hot I am. Probably not for the first time.

"Mmmh~" I let out once more, only faking it a little bit, as I stare at her. "Seems like my cute daughter wants to have some wholesome mother-daughter fun once more~" I say with a smile on my face, my eyes bouncing from her embarrassed face to her wet pussy, and I sensually lick my lips.

"N-no! I was just… uhmmm…" She stares down at me, and I look back at her with a wide smile on my face, both of us expecting the other to act, apparently.

After an awkward silence of about 10 seconds, I decide to hit her with the fetish recognition once more, curious to see if it would bring more clarity to the situation.

Fetishes: Breastfeeding, Yuri, Incest, Submission

Fetish Strength:

Breastfeeding - Medium, Yuri - High, Incest - Medium, Submission - Medium

Huh. They changed a bit over the last week, which shouldn't really be too surprising. She is basically a newborn, and also not at the same time, since her intelligent and aware mind existed for about a week so far, so her fetishes aren't really settled yet? She's still thinking and deciding what she likes.

Also, the reason she isn't acting with more initiative or desire to dominate me is because she has a fetish for being submissive, huh? I can definitely understand, and I don't mind it too much if I'll be the one playing with her until she's exhausted~!

"Ah, I see~! You're a naughty daughter who wants to be dominated by her mother, how cute~! If that's what you wanted, that's all you had to say, sweetie~" I proclaim with a grin as I look up at her, and the blush glowing even stronger on her face.

"Fi-fine. I wouldn't mind if we were to do… that again…" She says with a beautiful crimson blush on her face while looking away from me and releasing her hold over my horn.

I stalk towards her, licking my lips as a grin grows on my face. I prepare myself to play with my cute daughter once more, even if she's more than twice as tall as me.

My hands move to her wide, scaly and admirable hips, and I take hold of them once more, squeezing them a little as I marvel at how hot she is, my hands running along her scales, the beautiful features being spread all over her body, and framing her face in a beautiful manner, the contrast of her pale skin and dark scales only being more arousing and alluring.

My tongue slips out of my mouth once more, this time extending farther away to brush against the nether regions of my daughter, gently rubbing against her drooling, scalie pussy, and making her let out a beautiful sound.

"Mmffh~" She tries to quiet the sound behind one of her hands, but I am still able to hear it, and continue hearing it as my tongue continues with its work on her drooling cunny with aplomb.

At the same time, my clawed hands continued roaming around her hips, rubbing, groping, touching and scratching her curvy ass, and wandering lower down on her tail, just playing with her scales and rough curves, all the while the taste of her juices fill my mouth as I do my best to lick the entirety of her pussy to completion, using my tongue to bring as much pleasure to her as I am able to without using too much of my powers.

And then she brings her other hand to one of my horns, rubbing it a little while letting out a cute squeak from the pleasure, also making me groan in enjoyment from her rough handling, all as I continue with licking her, my tongue moving about without stop or rest, slowly slipping deeper into her wet, tight, velvety folds.

"Mmh… mommy~" She gasps out as I continue with my ministrations, some of my clawed fingers now softly digging into her thighs, or the sides of her tail if I am being more accurate to her anatomy, while my other fingers stray to her crotch, rubbing around the area of her pussy, pressing against the smooth and scaled flesh framing her entrance, lightly scratching her as I continued with my work on her sensitive and delicious cunt.

Then, a flood of her juices sprays from her, tainting my tastebuds with her interesting flavour. It wasn't as good as cum from a cock, but it was still quite nice, and not something I minded at all as I continue swirling my tongue around her crotch and also moving it inside once more, licking the walls of her love tunnel, moving it around and just covering and coating her pussy with my saliva.

With an impish grin, I resume my tonguing of my cute daughters cunny, my tongue curling on itself as I attempt to inflict more pleasure on her, all the while cheating at it by increasing her sensitivity by a little every couple of seconds, slowly making her easier to pleasure, even when I have got no idea what I am doing at any point. I basically don't have any experience with this, after all.

I continue moving my hands around, sometimes groping her wide hips and playing with her scaly ass, other times scratching her on the tummy that will someday be filled up with eggs of monster bugs. Planning to get my daughter fucked and impregnated by monsters in the future is probably fucked up, but I don't care enough at the moment to not do it, and I probably still won't care in the future.

Another spray of juices fills my mouth and stains my face as she orgasms once more, this time slumping down and starting to fall on her back from the pleasure. Of course, I catch her easily, moving behind her and keeping her up on her… tail?

I mean, she doesn't have feet, so that sounds about right.

"Thank you, mommy~" She says with a smile as she stares at my face for a moment, before moving her head down and kissing me on the lips, and I easily wrap my tongue around hers as a heated, incestuous makeout session begins. Kinda hot that she wants to kiss her own mommy, especially with her juices still on my tongue and face, but it's the kind of perversion that I appreciate.

"No problem~! Did you enjoy the time you spent with me so far?" I ask with a dirty grin as I leer up at her, and she blushes and looks away even though I'm the shorter one here.

"...yes." She whispered with a crimson flush as she looked away, before turning back at me, her glare returning, even if it was much weaker this time.

"Though don't think I'll just forgive you because you're good at this. You still just ignored me for a week straight, and I'm not going to be satisfied with just a sexual relationship between the two of us, mother." She continues while staring at me, still blushing a little, but also serious.

"Sure~! Sorry for ignoring you, I was just very interested in my experiments~! You say what you want to do, and we can do it!" I say with a smile. I can give her that much, since she's already very low upkeep. She can hunt for herself, so I just really need to create water for her and make sure her bed doesn't fall apart. Giving her also some emotional support and time isn't exactly some extreme time sink or investment.

"Good." She assertively says, though she doesn't succeed at looking very assertive, with how cute and hot she was, as well as her crimson blush.

It didn't take more than a couple of seconds to resume our lovely bonding as she pressed her own breasts against my small, flat chest.

She walks forward, a pepe in her steps as she hums with happiness, all the while her armour continues to play with her breasts and fuck her pussy as she walks forward, her butt being constantly groped by a few horny tendrils, her horniness brought to the maximum as she is endlessly molested, all while walking through the town.

She wasn't sure what she was planning to do, but she did have a hankering for some hot, lesbian sex with some other gal while the both of them get raped by hot tentacles, perhaps even bred by the armour she is wearing and the sword she is wielding.

The only thing she needs now is finding a suitable target to have some hot tentacle sex with. Not necessarily a willing one, but that's what the tentacles are for~! Surely anyone getting tentacle raped will immediately begin enjoying it, and stop struggling, right?

It didn't take too long to find an appropriate place for her wants and needs, and after a bit of waiting around, making sure there weren't any snoopers around to watch her, she climbs up a wall with a smile and jumps through a window onto the first floor of the building.

Her climbing or fall must have made some sound, which made sense. She was wearing a suit of metal armour, or at least a suit of something resembling metal, and she did have a huge sword in hand.

So, she wasn't surprised when she heard someone moving up the stairs, and presumably towards the room she was in, which fortunately had a bed. She also started walking towards the door, though making sure she wasn't being loud at all.

Thanks to that, when the door opened to reveal a cute fox girl with white hair and some nice, though not large, breasts, the dragon girl was quite ready for her, while the fox girl was not.

"Wha-who?!" Is all she manages to say when she sees an armoured up dragon girl of a young age, before she is grabbed by several tentacles coming from the armour and sword, her mouth stuffed full by one particularly large tentacle, while more of the appendages starting roaming her body, tearing clothes off and groping her.

She tried to struggle and scream for help, but the tentacles were relentless in their attempts to get her unclothed, and it didn't take too long for her to be completely naked in front of the dragon girl, tentacles roaming her body, rubbing against her curves, letting precum ooze onto her curvy form.

Other tendrils moved to her ears and hair, leaking onto her head and fur while more tentacles roamed the rest of her body, while the clone of the dragon girl also feels herself being groped by the appendages, some of them climbing down her throat to rape her face, more of them groping her ass, and it feels so good to her, that she simply moves forward and sits onto the bed as well, next to the fox girl being groped by the tentacles.

It doesn't take too much long for the proper sex to begin, tendrils slamming into the virgin pussy of the fox girl, and quickly driving through her pussy to slam against her cervix, drawing a whimper of pleasure from her, while her tits were groped once more, the living armour enjoying their softness as it played with them.

The dragon girl also feels herself being penetrated once more, her pussy, ass and mouth filled up with appendages eager to fuck her into an even more submissive state than before, and she is quite happy to be on the receiving end of that, while also staring at the cute fox girl fruitlessly struggling in front of her.

Her body was being fucked, her breasts groped and precum stained her, but she still tried to put up a bit of a fight, no matter how good the tentacles inside her pussy and mouth felt. So, the living armour decided to fix that, via putting two tentacles near her ears.

For a bit, she didn't even notice their existence, and then she felt the two tendrils slamming into her ears, and experienced quite a bit of pleasure from the action as she felt the two tentacles thrusting into her ears, slowly picking up speed and rhythm as they raped her head, getting deeper into her as they continued, eager to bring her more pleasure and make her submit to the arousal and horniness and ecstasy that was being fucked into her.

She felt her mind getting pounded by the tentacles, her ear holes being fucked harder and deeper as time passed, until she felt an immense amount of pleasure as she orgasmed when the two tentacles reached her brains, and started to grope and prod around her brain, touching her mind and playing with her brain, before thrusting into her brain and starting to rape her mind as well as her body, doing their best to get her addicted and in love with tentacles, just as much as the dragon girl was.

The two girls were fucked by the tentacle armour, one of them willing and eager and moaning, while the other slowly became more willing and eager as the tentacles in her skull continued to wriggle around inside of her head and making her understand that being raped by tentacles was the best fate she could have.

In no time at all, the two of them were moaning in tandem, kissing and groping each other as the armour worked on the both of them, to bring pleasure to them and also breed them, bloat them with its cum so they were nice and pregnant for it.

The both of us were laying in her moss bed after a quick session of sex for only about four hours of nonstop, lovey dovey, mommy daughter yuri fucking. She definitely looked happy after all that, and also a tad tired.

"Hey… mom?" She speaks up after a few more seconds of silence, and I stare up at her from my place on her tummy, my head resting on her massive breasts. If someone else was looking at this without context, they would definitely think I was the young daughter, and she the hot mother. She definitely has that MILF body, even though she isn't a mother at all, nor is she very old.

"Yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" I ask with a tilt of my head, my horn accidentally digging into her boobs and making her let out a light moan.

She does continue with her line of questioning after a couple of seconds, though.

"Do I… have a name?" She sounds very nervous as she asks me that, and I pause for a moment.

"Uhhh… no. I didn't give you, or me, a name. I didn't really… think of it, or consider it? Oops?" I admit as I look away, mildly embarrassed that I didn't give my (kinda-maybe) daughter a name, and I didn't give myself a name either.

"Hah…" She sighs at me, rolling her eyes while shaking her head, before turning back to me. "I swear, mom, you're the more childish out of the two of us." She says with mild annoyance as she glares at me, and I nod at her in agreement.

I do act kinda childish sometimes, except for when I plan to commit genocide and heavily think and experiment on how to improve parasites and plagues to cause wide scale death and havoc in order to murder entire races, as well as thinking on how to create an army made up of rape bug monsters.

"Maybe a little. What about it?" I decide to agree with her, since it's a little accurate, even if I don't entirely agree with her deductive reasoning.

"Well, you could… you know, give me a name?" She asks as she stares at me, her eyebrows raised as she makes the request, though it's obvious it's not one I should refuse. And I wouldn't, because it's such a simple request that it would be dumb to even try.

"And maybe I could also give you a name, since you don't have one?" She adds in before I could agree or disagree, and I let out a huff of laughter at that. Not sure about her naming sense, but it's probably not as bad as mine.

"Sure, you can name me whatever you want~! If I like it. I'm not gonna let you name me something embarrassing." I say with a grin as I nod my head at her, and she cracks a smile right back at me.

"Let me think of something, and you can think all the while as well." I tell her as I put my hand on my chin, trying to think of a name fit for my snake daughter, while she does the same thing.

Eventually, after a minute or so of thinking, I butcher up a word and put it back together into a name that I deem as good enough. Probably. Hopefully.

After a bit more thinking about it, I nod to myself and decide that it's a good name.

"Daughter~!" I say with a sing-song voice as she turns her attention to me, tilting her head as I grin up at her.

"I have decided that, from now on, your name shall be Serpisoria!" I grin as I reveal to her her brand new name, and wait for a reaction.

"Well… it's nice? Thank you, mom." She says with a mild smile, not looking too excited by the name. Which is fair enough, it's not a particularly bright or inspired name, just something I could easily come up with.

"I'm still thinking though, so…" She adds, before shutting up and closing her eyes as she thinks for something to name her own mother, a pretty shit mom, I admit. Wonder what she's thinking so much about…

What if I-

"Mother! Could you please not suck on my nipple and grope my tits while I am thinking of a name for you?!" She yells out in an exasperated tone, shooting me a glare as I nod at her question, while continuing to suck her nipple and grope her breasts with a grin on my face.

She just sighs and closes her eyes, trying to think about a suitable name for me.

It felt like an hour passed, but it was more like… 10 minutes. Still a reasonably long amount of time, but she was thinking very heavily about it, so I let her to it, while I enjoy laying my head on her breasts, even if I don't need to sleep or relax at all.

"I know~!" She happily yells out, a wide and cheery smile on her face as she looks down at me, her eyes glittering with happiness and pride.

"Your name should be… Escamrak~!" She says with a nod as she looks at me, looking for approval as I think about it. Seems vaguely familiar, but I can't really place where I heard it before…

Oh well, it's not a bad name, and it's better than literally nothing, and it would be rude to just refuse the name when there's nothing wrong with it.

And she looks so excited at me, her eyes shining with giddiness.

"It's a wonderful name~! How'd you think of it?" I ask her as I give a kiss to one of her breasts, lewdly grinning at her as I wait for a reply.

"Hah~" She lets out a light gasp from my touch, before shaking her head and responding. "It just seemed to fit, y'know? Can't really place why I felt like it was a good idea, but I like it~!" She brightly says, one of her hands wandering to my horns and also drawing a squeak of pleasure.

"Well, that's fine~! I suppose my name is Escamrak now, hyehye!" I say with a giggle, before going back to smooching her big, bountiful, bounciful, beautiful breasts.

Notes:

Cookie to anyone who can figure out where the name is from, though I really doubt that anyone would guess. But I could be proven wrong. It has to do with some of her previous, Flesh-Crafty activities
Character is Aio from the Artist Shuuko, btw

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Existential Crisis

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

After a bit more cuddling and lewdness, my cute daughter went to sleep, and I was able to leave her without any fuss.

Okay, maybe a little fuss. She tried to grab me in her sleep and keep me close to her chest, but I don’t feel like sleeping. Not only because it is a waste of time, but also because I have a couple of negative drawbacks that only pop up when I go to sleep.

So, I don’t feel like dealing with all that stuff, when I can just go and do something else.

…That something else being what?

I think deeply about what else I could do with my life with a bit of free time. Having a bit of fun and fucking my pet dog? Nah, I don’t really feel like doing that. A knotty cock in my pussy right now would be hot, but at the same time… eh.

Hmmm… now that I’m thinking about cocks and the shapes of them, I should really make some of my bug monsters have some really interesting cock shapes, like horsecocks. And other types of cocks. That sounds like a brilliant idea~!

I am glad that I am a genius~! What would I do without these brilliant strokes of inspiration, telling me to put on different types of cocks on my rape bug monsters?!

Okay, now that that’s settled, there’s still the question. What do I do now?

Train in more Necromancy? Inflict some more pyromania upon these woods? More parasites and plagues?

Hmmmmmmmm…

I have so many options to choose from, and I’m not sure which one is the good one!

But if I want to advance with my plan and eventually create an army of monsters… hm.

It’s not the most interesting or exciting stuff in existence, but it does have to be done. Figuring out how to create a hive mind, setting it up so that all subsequent monsters of mine are in there, making sure it can’t be subverted, ever, making sure nothing unwelcome can get into it, ensuring that none of the insect monsters or parasites can leave, of their own free will or otherwise, guarantee it can’t be broken or weakened, and a bunch more stuff.

I have read stuff and played games, and I don’t want to end up in a situation where some people could make some Hive Mind Emulator or something and take control of my troops, or try to subvert my hive mind. Thank you, Starcraft, for making sure I don’t forget about the dangers of not ensuring your hive mind is meddling proof.

So, even if it’s probably going to be extremely boring, I have to figure out how to do it, because I’m not planning to start this whole thing when my plans aren’t satisfactory and sure to be safe for me, and also able to succeed in the task of committing wide scale rape, enslavement, mind control, transformation and genocide, without falling apart because of a specific weakness or being able to be subverted from me.

Obviously, I won’t properly start this whole project without making sure everything is perfect and up to standard.

…And that means I need to learn how Hive Minds function, how I can create one, and make sure that it fulfills all my requirements. Which is gonna be boring, probably, but what can you do? Not everything required of me is gonna be something super interesting.

So, first thing first. How do I figure out how to create a hive mind? Forget it about it being backdoor free and untamperable or anything else. I need to first figure out how to make a hive mind at all.

I go up to a wall and slowly excavate it using my earth magic, slowly creating a large cavern inside of it, separated from my parasitic experiments as I prepare myself to study some of my creations without putting them into anything to infect. Just me and them.

In only a couple of minutes, a chamber is created, and I walk inside of it, before closing it behind me. Probably unneeded, but better to be sure and take precautions than get proven wrong later. I may be a horny slut, but that doesn’t mean that I want to accidentally end the world in a fungus zombie apocalypse.

…Unless it’s a lewd fungus zombie apocalypse, I mean. I would probably be down for that, even if creating an army of rape Insect Monsters to unleash upon the world sounds cooler, hotter, more fun and like it would allow for more interaction and customisation. I could try to figure out how to create something like the Tyranid and Zerg ability to adapt to things and to adapt things into themselves.

Though I am getting a bit ahead of myself, when I should be trying to figure out how to create a hive mind and then, after that, figure out how to create monsters.

“Alright, let’s give this shit a try…” I mutter with my eyes narrowed in thought, and I snap my fingers. In the palm of my hand, a wriggling and writhing worm-centipede thing appears, moving around pointlessly. I look at it, the mandibles, the tongue, the many legs. It’s the same parasite that I used on the wolf, the parasite that devoured its flesh and reproduced inside of it until hundreds of the things popped out of it when its shell of a body finally gave in.

It looks interesting, strange, creepy and cool. This thing could probably kill a human in the right circumstances, and then a whole lot more if the circumstances continued going its way.

“Sit still.” I order it, and it immediately stops writhing about, laying in my palm as it moves its little head up, to look at me in… what? Confusion, anger, affection? What could something like a magically created parasite even feel? Is it even intelligent? It could understand me, even though I was speaking English.

It didn’t need to understand me or even hear me, though, did it? I think at it to crawl up my wrist and onto my shoulder, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for it to comply, moving and doing as I bid, even without voicing anything out loud.

I stare at the little critter, wondering about it. How did it understand my thoughts or hear them? I scrutinise the little thing, its beady little eyes staring back at me.

It’s kinda cute, and it feeds off of flesh. How does it work, biologically, I wonder? Does it even work on a logical sense, or does it run entirely off of magic? That’s truly what I am wondering.

Well, not really. I’m wondering about a ton of things, and that’s just one of them.

“How do you even work, little guy?” I ask as I give it a little pat on its head, and watch with bemusement as it presses the top of its head against my finger. Cute.

You know, now that I’m thinking about it, Echidna could have been a better name for me, with how many monsters I am creating. I suppose I’m already Escamrak, though, so no reason to try to change my name now, especially when my cute, sweet, sexy daughter gave it to me.

I mentally order it to start dancing for me. And lo and behold, it begins wiggling its little head and legs, moving its tail to an unseen tune, doing its best to impress me, or simply fulfill my order. One of them, for sure.

Really wondering how intelligent it actually is. Was torching hundreds of these little guys actually a horrific war crime as I slaughtered hundreds of ‘civilians’ with burning flames? That would be pretty funny, but I’m pretty sure most people wouldn’t care, since a majority of humans are kinda… hmmm. How do I put it? Ah, yes.

‘Let’s be xenophobic, it’s really in this year.’

Killing a swarm of possibly hungry flesh eating parasites really isn’t that bad, honestly, but they technically were all my children, or at least something similar to that, since I was their creator, or at least the creator of the first one. And I’m not actually sure if they were aggressive or not, I just wanted to get rid of them, and torching them all in fire was the easiest option.

Is it kinda hypocritical of me to snark about humans (which I also was not too long ago) being xenophobic, when I easily and guiltlessly burned hundreds of my own kinda-children with a smile on my face as they all turned to ashes? I mean, a bit, but I’m sure that if I were to burn hundreds of humans alive because it was convenient they would react much more harshly to my criminal acts.

Which kinda makes sense, really. Why would they care about some bloodsucking parasites, even if they could be intelligent, maybe? What am I even arguing about, actually? I guess I went on an entirely unrelated side tangent.

Anyway, getting back to my little cutie over here, I have to ask myself. Is there some kind of bond or rudimentary hive mind between us that allows it to hear my thoughts and obey them?

Is it something that it can’t obey, no matter how much it wants to? If I order it to die, would it comply with my request? Does it feel love and affection and obedience to me because I created it? Could I lose that obedience if I was mean enough to it?

I really should make some kind of inborn and endless well of love and obedience for me in all my children. Is brainwashing and indoctrination since conception just a teensy tiny bit fucked up? Yeah, pretty much, but come on, it really shouldn’t be surprising that I don’t care. I’m preparing myself to commit genocide on at least humans, and probably a whole lot more of fantasy species.

Wouldn’t be surprised if there’s also elves, dwarfs, orcs, drows, beastmen and probably plenty of other species here. And I don’t think I’ll care if I end all of them in an endless swarm of insects. Or at least end all the males.

I also should ensure that old age isn’t something that would affect my children or the resulting girls after they get addicted and transformed. Because an endless swarm of insects should be endless and unaffected by the ravages of time. They should be endless and self sustaining. Coughcough Unlike the Tyranids coughcough.

Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself now. Instead, I should focus on the little thing in front of me. And that’s what I do, as I order it to get back in my palms, its quick slithering quite… interesting on my arm as it gets back there. I have an endless wellspring of horny that I don’t think will ever run out, which makes sense, since I am thinking horny thoughts about a flesh devouring parasite that enters a person's body and eats it from the inside out to produce more of its kind.

I look down at it, close my eyes, and try to focus on the link between us. Something allows it to hear my thoughts and obey my orders, and I need to find what that is, how it looks, how it works, and how it came into existence.

It doesn’t take too long to find the thread connecting the two of us, one that only goes one way. I can see it, and it lets me order it around and it makes it so it has to obey, no matter what it wants. It’s also a bit thin, that thread. It looks like it could be snipped away with not too much effort. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s how it looks to me.

With a snap of my fingers and a mental snip, the link between the two of us is severed, and it instantly goes wild in my hand. It starts writhing about and tries to bite into my flesh, its mandibles unable to really harm me at all, no matter how much it tries to bite into me.

I watch with bemusement as it fruitlessly struggles to bite through my skin and fails over and over again, all the while it doesn’t accomplish anything at all. Still, it does its best, the little warrior parasite that it is. It’s just that its best is nowhere near enough to even harm me. I probably wouldn’t even notice that it was there if I didn’t already know it was there.

“Bye.” Is the last thing it hears before being crushed in my hand, blood staining my palm. I quickly lick all the blood off of my palm, before wiping my saliva on my other palm, then hold my hand out.

“...Wait. Why did I kill it?” I ask myself as I stare at the wall in front of me. I just realised that the next thing I was about to do was conjure another parasite… and then disconnect it from me, and then try to reconnect it to me once more. There was literally no reason for me to kill the parasite in my hand.

“...Am I becoming a murderhobo? I don’t really have a house, since I live in a cave. I’m naked constantly. I love murder, death, mayhem and genocide…” I look at my saliva stained palms as I contemplate my existence.

“Oh… I’m a murderhobo now. Not sure how to deal with that realisation. This is a little too much introspection for me…” I mutter to myself as I close my eyes, moving my head back as I try to not think about having an existential crisis.

“So… I want to commit genocide, create horrible plagues upon the land, destroy millions, perhaps even billions of lives… just for fun? Why do I want to do this?” I ask myself as I sit down on the stone floor, laying down onto the cold rock and looking at the grey ceiling. Guess it's philosophy time now.

I remain silent for a couple of seconds as I simply stare at the ceiling, my mind thinking about things. More accurately, the crimes that I have committed, the animal cruelty that I have inflicted, the plans of world domination and genocide that I have in mind.

“Why… am I trying to do this?” I ask myself as I raise my hands towards the ceiling, staring at them. I didn’t cause too much death and suffering so far, but if I continue to go on my path, millions, and perhaps billions will die by my hands. Indirectly, but my fault. My orders, my creations, my wants.

So, why am I doing this? I have infinite power. Literal, infinite power. I could be a benevolent person that helps hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands and more of people if I wanted to. So, why do I want to inflict suffering, strife, rape, slavery and genocide across the land and across the world?

“Haaaaaaaaah.” I sigh as I close my eyes and lean my head back. I have a lot of willpower. Infinite. Nothing can truly tempt me. I can’t just use horniness as an excuse, because it’s really not. I could just make my will stronger, so that I wouldn’t do it, no matter how horny I was.

“...So, why?” I ask myself once more. I wonder how many times I will repeat this question.

I look down at myself. I’m apparently the most sexy being in existence or something, but at the moment I don’t see it. Rather, I see myself, my scales and my body, and wonder what am I doing.

Trying to enslave the world in an eternal reign of rape, slavery and pleasure. That sounds pretty fucked up. And also hot.

But why do I want to do it?

“Because it’s fun.” I murmur to myself as I stare at the ceiling. I wonder how beautiful the starry sky would look. I don’t think I bothered to look at it much since coming to this world, even though it must be much less polluted, and much easier to see the stars. Maybe even alien, compared to Earth.

I stand still as I look at the stone above me, feeling quite drained, at least emotionally. Unsure of myself.

I snap my fingers, and create another small parasite, same as before. I place it between my small breasts, and stare down at it as it writhes about. It's indistinguishable from the previous one.

With a flex of my power, I cut the connections between us, and I instantly feel it go wild, biting at me, occasionally biting on my nipples and drawing a gasp of pleasure for me, but for now I let it run wild as I stare at nothing in particular, and think.

Thinking. That’s not something I’m particularly good at. Maybe. Or maybe I am good at it. I can’t really tell at the moment, with how changed I am.

I think about it, but can’t really find much reason behind my reasoning to commit genocide. To indicate my power? To lord it over the people of this world that I can wipe them all out? To enjoy the suffering of people?

Maybe.

But is that a good reason? No, not really. Do I need a good reason to do anything?

Not necessarily. It’s a horrible thing to try to commit genocide, genuinely awful, even if it’s motivated by horniness. Nothing is preventing me from still doing it, even if it’s the morally incorrect thing to do.

Do I care about being evil? I think so, cause why else would I be having these thoughts?

I look back down at the little parasite biting at my boobs, to no effect. It still struggles on and on, its efforts met by an insurmountable wall, a careless Goddess that cares not for its life. Its struggles amount to nothing but mild amusement in the end, even as it does its best to struggle against me, to bite me, feed on me, enter me and turn my body into a nest of flesh eating parasites.

No matter what it does or how it struggles, it will forever be unable to do anything against me. Its efforts, if it spent the rest of its existence on them, would forever amount to nothing.

“Heh.” It continues, as I pet its head with one finger. It tries to bite my finger. I don’t feel anything at all.

It’s not nearly smart enough to realise that it can’t win. It’s just being a dumbass. Or mindless, I suppose.

As for me… I can probably take on the world and win. On my own, even. I have enough power that I think I could destroy the planet I’m standing on right now. With ease, I mean. It would not be hard.

I don’t, of course. It wouldn’t be very fun.

I look at the ceiling once more. Do I want to do that? Murder everything in an orgy of blood, murder, rape, plague and genocide?

…Kinda? It’s evil, yeah. But it would be fun. And hey, what’s life if not about fun?

Am I fine with being a murderhobo, though? Being evil basically for the sake of fun, and nothing else but fun? I don’t really have a goal or purpose in what I want to do, beyond… me thinking it would be really hot and entertaining.

Hmmm… thinking. I am not good at it, indeed.

…Yeah, can’t really figure out what I plan to do, but the fact I realise how horrible what I want to do is, and I’m still contemplating doing it shows that I am kind of an evil asshole, trying to justify myself. Aren’t I?

I’m trying to look for a reason as to why I should do this, one beyond ‘it would be funny, lol, lmao even’.

But there isn’t really an answer. I just want to commit rape and genocide for the fuck of it. Because it sounds interesting, and I might as well do it. And because creating an army of monsters bugs that rape, breed, transform and get women addicted to their cum sounds hot. And because the suffering and pain of others isn't relevant as long as it isn't right in front of me to give a shit about. And even then I might not care, with how changed I am as a dragon girl.

I look back down at the little critter on my breasts, fruitlessly struggling still, and I crack a smile at it.

“I don’t think you’re really succeeding at that, lil’ guy.” I tell the parasite, and it keeps on with its self appointed task of biting my nipples. It's hot, it's mildly pleasurable, and it's cute. So I won’t kill this one, if only for those reasons.

I move my magic and try to reconnect the bond between the two of us, a thread quickly being woven into existence, before connecting it to the little thing. It instantly stops in its tracks once my magic touches it, making it go still in its place.

“Naughty naughty~” I say in a sing-song voice to the little parasite, and it doesn’t respond at all, and I giggle at it.

“What do you think? Should I reconsider my new life choices, or go full steam ahead on being a murder hobo and a genocidal monster? I am a dragon, after all, I don’t think that’s exactly unheard of, of dragons being evil.” I talk mostly to myself. I don’t think it’s intelligent enough to understand me, but it’s still nice to talk to something.

It just stares at me. Perhaps ashamed, perhaps confused. Perhaps too dumb to realise I just asked it something. I can’t tell.

“Wonder if my ‘Malicious Clone’ is being more evil than me right now.” I say with an almost serious look on my face, maintaining it for about a second, before breaking into laughter.

“Hyehyehyehye~! Yeah, right! It’s probably just doing some harmless, lewd stuff.” I say with a grin.

The two girls were writhing on the bed, kissing each other as small tentacles groped their bodies, wrapped around them and fucked them, their newly birthed tentacle children already eager to have sex, and there was nothing the two could do but accept the affection of the tendrils.

All of the tentacles were indistinguishable from each other, so it was impossible to figure out who was fucking who’s children, but it was more likely that each one of them was committing a fair amount of incest as they sucked on tentacles, got their brains scrambled by tentacles, were groped and fucked, all the while the living armour and sword ‘watched’ from the sideline as its spawn fucked the women.

The two girls were continuously fucked for what felt like an eternity, but was most likely only a couple of hours, their bodies used by their own children, time passing by in an seemingly endless choir of pleasure as their bodies were used for pleasure.

Eventually, they fell asleep, a tangle of cum and sweat on the bed, their sleeping forms still occasionally molested by tentacles, though were mostly left safe.

Sadly for the pair, they had to wake up eventually, and when they did, they realised what had happened. Still drunk off of pleasure and their brains still scrambled like eggs, literally and figuratively, they weren’t exactly sure what to do with their… state.

“Uhhh… so, my name is Aki…” The white haired fox girl says as she stares at the dragon girl in front of her, extending a hand towards her.

“Uh… hi~! I’m… uh, Gosea~!” She says, instantly coming up with a name for herself as she looked at the girl in front of her.

“Soooo… what do we do now?” Her question was accompanied by a frown as she narrows her eyes, her tail swishing nervously from behind her.

“Well, I don’t think the armour, nor the children are going to be satisfied for too long with us for too long… so, we could get more people in to be introduced to the tentacles~” She says with a grin, her sharp teeth glinting as she stares at the other girl in front of her.

In a normal situation, she would have instantly denied the idea. But Aki just looked thoughtful for a couple of seconds, before nodding her head in assent.

“That sounds like an… interesting idea. I already have someone in mind…” She says with a grin as she comes up with an absolutely brilliant idea.

Yeah, I’m sure it’s just having fun somewhere… probably. Don’t know what else it could do, instead of that.

I stare down at the parasite on me, its previous actions entirely forgotten or suppressed. Its bloodthirsty attacks on my breasts… that didn’t account for anything in the end. But they were pretty pleasurable, so what can I say~?

I wasn’t so much asking myself what I was doing with myself and my life, as I was accepting the fact that I was planning to become a horrible monster. Like, think of Hitler, but then realise he only killed like… I dunno, a couple millions? Probably less than 12 million people, I think. Maybe.

I was definitely planning on killing more than that. Not for racist reasons… or maybe they are? I plan on killing all male people on the planet, and turning a majority of the women into zombies so they can be more effectively bred by my minions. Mostly because I found bugs to be hotter than normal people, and thus they gotta go away to make space for an endless swarm of bugs.

Oh well, time to put my backbone into it~! I can’t be more successful at genocide than Hitler without putting some amount of work into doing it~! Gotta think of ways to make my prospective Hive Mind work properly, as I want it to work.

I can definitely commit more war crimes with enough plagues to throw around at everything and everyone I don’t like. That’ll be fun~!

I happily hum to myself as I think of ways to improve myself and my future projects, most of which will lead to genocide for most of the intelligent life on this planet~!

Notes:

I definitely wasn’t planning on writing an existential crisis when I started writing this chapters.
You know those scenarios in which the hero is tempted towards darkness for one reason or another as some kind of test of his moral character? I think this was pretty much the opposite of that, where Escamrak realised truly that she was planning to commit horrible, unforgiveable evil, and questioned herself, almost turning back on all her work and effort, before finally getting through the trial and properly deciding to commit to doing unspeakable evil with no regrets.
Also, the name of the clone is meaningless, unlike the name of Escamrak. It's just a name I came up with in less than 10 seconds.
I'm also going on a vacation to Spain in a bit, so not sure if the chapter next will be posted or not. But probably will be.

Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Completely Serious Research

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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I look at the pool of honey gathered in my completely clean stone floor. Really, I mean it! I completely purified this room with burning flames, engulfing it in a beautiful inferno that blazed and crackled so beautifully. It was so pretty, it made my heart go 'doki doki~'!

Anyway, the fire is gone now, and the empty and scorched stone room is the only thing that remains. The walls are mostly fine, only a little melted, same with the ceiling and floor. What matters is the material in the hole in the middle of the room.

It's some kind of incredibly thick, magical and yummy honey that I randomly found while wandering through the forest, looking for interesting stuff to use. Which I managed, considering the honey in front of me, so that's very good.

I am thinking of using this honey as the basis for the construction material for my army, and also as the main food source for my army. It's quite thick, and I can probably make it even thicker. The only thing I'm wondering, for the moment at least, is how do I make it thick enough to be useful against enemies, but soft enough that all the units, even weakest ones, can easily eat it?

Well, I'll think of something in the future. For now, I am going to continue playing with the food, watching as it ripples and slowly oozes down whenever I take some of it out. It's interesting, with how thick it is.

Huh. Should the worker units that create structures and food at the same time be bee-adjacent? Or just bees, straight up? That would make a certain amount of sense, considering that they are pretty hard workers and cute and cool. They fit pretty well, now that I think about it.

…Ooooooor. I could make giant hornets that create honey, structures and rape plenty of gals. That sounds fun as well, so I'll probably be doing that. Hornets are cool as well, so that's what my workers are going to be.

Bringing my attention back to the present, I stare at the honey once more, and send out my magic to try to manipulate it, get a feeling for it. I feel a small amount of mana suffusing its entire structure and existence. Presumably because it was created with magic from the very beginning? I'm not exactly sure how this whole thing works honestly, I'm just making it up as I go.

I watch as the honey ripples at my touch, the magic doing something to it. It's not exactly clear, but I don't mind it. I'll figure it out easily enough, most likely. So, with a single thought, I try to manipulate the honey, and lo and behold, it moves at my command!

A tendril of thick, gooey honey rises from the mass, slowly undulating through the air, higher and higher, moving at my command as I manipulate it however I can, using my magic through it. It's interesting, and despite not needing to eat, it still does tempt me to take a small gulp of the thick liquid. Or slime, it's more like a slime than a liquid.

…

"This is booooooring!" I complain as I continue waving the honey tendril through the air, throwing myself onto the ground and stretching my small body, closing my eyes and yawning.

"Come on, I could do more interesting stuff! Like torturi-... I meaaaaan, experimenting on some animals with different strains of plagues and parasites! But noooooooooo, I gotta play with some honey, because it's integral to my plans!" I continue complaining to myself as the honey mimics my movement through the air.

"It's not even that important! But I am gonna do it anyway, because I don't want to create a shitty, imperfect, flawed or unsustainable swarm of monstrous insects, ~~like the Tyranids~~." I mutter the last part, before snickering to myself slightly at the thought of the Tyranids being bad at being a swarm of monstrous insects. Though they are unsustainable in the long term, and I shall not back down on this.

"Haaaaaaaah." I sigh with annoyance as the tendril of honey dances in my control, waving and undulating around, constantly moving with no stop to it. It's boring, soooo boring.

But it's also necessary, so that means that I can't just stop doing it, even if I really, really want to. So, I get back to my feet, glare at the pool of honey in front of my eyes and crack my fingers.

"Alright. I'll fucking do this! Nothing can stop me!" I say with a shout, before running forward and jumping into the pool of honey, and immediately sinking into it, even with how thick it is. I feel the warmth and thickness of it all over my skin, and laugh a bit.

Some of the gooey liquid slips into my mouth as I laugh, but it's really tasty, so I don't mind it much at all. I move my hand, and the honey follows after it. I send a thread of magic through the honey and slowly connect to the whole of it. It's kinda weird and strange, but I am doing my best to learn how to do it, and how to get better.

I feel more of it moving around with me, swirling out of the pool and slowly hovering in the air as I form tendrils of honey above me, and force them to act at my command, controlling them as well as I can manage. Which isn't too bad, apparently.

I really have no idea what I am doing, but whatever it is, it's working~! So I'll just continue doing it and figure it out as I go along with it, probably!

So I continue playing with the honey, tasting it, feeling it, moving it, controlling and studying it with my magic as I spread threads of my mana throughout it, using them to control it better. And after only a couple of minutes, I start to move it around in its entirety, the entire pool of honey rippling as it slowly oozes forward at my command, slowly climbing out of the hole I had carved for it, carrying me along in its mass.

It was like a massive slime monster, only instead of being an actual monster, it was a blob of thick honey moved around by me. Hm… I wonder if this is one of the ways slimes work sometimes. Sometimes they're water elementals, other times they're basically magical amoebas, and some could also be inanimate liquids brought to life through magic.

And while this is a pretty interesting train of thought, I don't really feel like following it much. I don't really want to create slimes except for the kinda slime-parasites I already created so far. Though, once more, the 'slime' parasites I created were basically magical amoebas.

I didn't really feel like creating more than that, and right now I should be focused on the honey and its magical properties, and how I could change them to fit what I wanted of it, instead of letting my mind wander about and think about amoebas and slimes. Oops.

I let myself float in the thick honey as I move it about, feeling it slowly ooze about the room at the speed of snail, even as I form tendrils of honey to try to force it to move faster, but it doesn't really do much at all, as far as I can tell. Which makes sense, considering the sheer mass of it, compared to the tiny tendrils I tried to create.

So… I should make bigger and bigger tendrils until they work as intended? Or use my magic in some way to make them better? I think I'll go with the first one for now, see how it works, and then go for the second one, if only to see what amount of honey there needs to be to move it around, with how thick it is.

…I have no idea what I just thought and if it would work, but fuck it. I'm going to do it because it might or might not give me a better idea of what I am doing.

I start forming thicker and thicker tentacles of honey as I take mass from the main body, slowly creating some massive limbs for the honey slime blob I am silently floating inside of, when I suddenly stop and slap my face in annoyance.

I stop what I am doing, swim up and take my head out of the honey and take a deep breath. And then I slap myself over the head again as I continue to float from neck down in the thick mass.

"Alright. What am I doing?" I ask myself as I stare at the ceiling, not letting the honey ooze or really move at all from the place it is in this moment, even if it should be slowly spreading about the cave, since it is a semi solid.

Instead, I keep it frozen in place as I think about what I am doing.

"I'm throwing random shit at the wall, and seeing what sticks. Now, that's not exactly a bad idea or a bad thing to do. But I'm really just doing random stuff and hoping I learn something interesting from it, because I am really bored and don't want to properly study this stuff." I continue talking to myself without a problem as I air out my thoughts, outside of my head.

"So, instead of trying to understand how it works, how it is created, how to modify it, how to make more of it and other stuff like that, I was preparing to create a giant honey slime tentacle monster, because I was bored and this was more interesting than actually doing what I need to do to further my research." I continue talking to myself, which might not be the most mentally stable to do, but I'm already not exactly the picture of mental health or stable, considering I want to commit mass rape, genocide and slavery.

I think to myself a little more, putting my thoughts in order as I think about what I want to do, what I should do, what's the smarter thing to do, and about how booooooored out of my mind I am at the moment.

"Haah…" I sigh to myself, and roll my eyes, even as I prepare to sink back down into the honey mass. "I'll just have a bit of fun with playing as a giant honey slime monster, and then actually do proper, boring research into this slime and how I can more of it and modify it to fulfill my purposes." I talk to myself, before sinking down into the mass of food stuff with all intent to have some fun before getting to the serious stuff.

The pair of girls, made up of a dragon girl and a fox girl, plan and scheme to spread about more tentacles. Thankfully for the two of them, their next target is quite easy to find and catch.

"I have a blacksmith friend. We could give her the sword and armour to study, and I'm sure she'll be excited to study something new." Aki says with a smile as tentacles slowly slither over her shoulders, leaving slime and precum over her, though she acts like she doesn't even notice them.

"Huh. I'd have thought it would be a bit harder to find the next person to join us in our… quest to spread tentacle love around." Gosea says with a tilt of her head, even as some tentacles continue to rub against her breasts and tummy.

"Nah. She absolutely loves tinkering with anything that's interesting or unique, and constantly tries to improve her blacksmithing and tinkering. I'm sure she'd love to study a seemingly unique sword and suit of armour from a Dungeon." The fox girl continues to say with a smile as the tendrils continue slithering over her body, idly pleasuring her.

"Nice. I suppose you should go and do the honours of giving the armour to her?" The dragon girl asks, and Aki simply nods her head in agreement, before shrugging off the tentacles moving all over her body, heading towards the suit of armour and the sword. They continue to pretend that they are objects, rather than tentacles, and she grabs them with great difficulty, trying to carry them on their own, before dropping them to the ground with a loud clatter.

"Nevermind that. Can you give me a hand with carrying this to her?" She asks, and the other girl nods her head in agreement, also getting the tendrils all over her off of her body, and moving to grab the armour and sword, and managing to carry the sword with her tail, while helping her newfound friend carry the suit of armour.

"Good. We can now properly carry this to her without too much of a problem." She says with a smile, and the dragon girl nods in agreement. It doesn't take too much time for the two of them to carry the armour and sword to the black smith.

The sound of hammering and of a forge is clearly heard throughout the smithy, as well as the occasional giggle and laugh accompanying the smash of a hammer on metal.

"She's probably distracted, but I don't think she'll be mad if we interrupt her." Aki says in a quiet voice, before properly walking into the shop, going past the counter and entering the back room, where someone is smithing.

The dragon girl stares at the blacksmith when they enter the room. A buff girl with a large bust and strange, pink hair, covered in soot and ash in large quantities. She lets out a laugh or giggle every now and again, and doesn't seem to notice them as they enter.

"Ahem. Mailyn?" Aki calls out with a slight smile, and the distracted girl stops for a moment, turning her eyes her way, only for her golden eyes to widen at the sight of the suit of armour.

"Hey~! My girl, what have you brought me here?!" She says with a smile as she almost leaps towards the two of them, staring at the suit of armour, as well as the sword she noticed in a short amount of time.

"This is a suit of armour, as well as a sword from a dungeon. This girl here went to a Dungeon and found them, and decided to bring them to you after I recommended you as a brilliant blacksmith and inventor." Aki says with a smile, which causes Mailyn to puff up with self importance and joy.

"She's right, you know! I'm the best up and coming blacksmith in these parts~!" She says with a proud smile, before turning her gaze back to the armour and weapon. "Now… what do we have here~?" She continues with a grin as her eyes glint with interest.

"Uh, I'm not quite sure. Thought I'd leave them here for a day or two and let you figure out what they are and see if you can or want to use them for something." Gosea says with a smile, showing off her sharp teeth as she brings her tail next to the human girl, letting her take the sword from her grasp.

"Hmm…" She looks close at the sword in her hands, tilting her head as she stares at it, bringing it closer to her face, giving it a sniff and then licking it. Gosea is only mildly surprised, but decides it'll probably just make this easier if she's that eager to taste it.

"Yeah, I can't figure out what this is~! Hopefully the metal isn't poisonous or toxic, or else licking it might have been a big mistake~!" The busty girl says with a bright smile on her face as she beams at the fox and dragon girls in front of her, both of whom share a brief glance of concern.

"Aren't you at least a bit concerned that it might be toxic?" Gosea decides to bring it up. She knows it isn't toxic, at least not lethally, but the blacksmith in front of her doesn't know that.

"I mean… it either isn't toxic, so there's no point in caring, or it is toxic, and I'll either endure it, go to the healer to fix me, or die. Not much to worry about." She says with a… 'wise' voice as she stares at the sword in her head.

"That's… just how she is sometimes, don't mind her too much." Aki says with a slightly strained smile as she briefly glances at Gosea, before looking back at Mailyn. She doesn't do anything, simply continuing to stare at the sword in her hand, and Aki clears her throat.

"Ahem. Mailyn?" She asks, and once the ditzy girl looks back at her, the fox girl shakes the suit of armour she is still holding above her head with the help of the dragon girl. "Would you mind taking this off my hands as well?"

"Of course~! You only had to ask~!" She says with a smile, and grabs the armour out of the grasp of the shorter fox girl. Gosea almost expects her to topple as she takes the entire weight of the armour into her hands, but she doesn't even seem to be affected by the massive weight at all, easily grabbing it and setting it down somewhere nearby.

"Uhhh… how did she ignore the weight so easily?" The dragon girl decides to pipe up as she stares at the girl in front of her with new eyes, as well as eyeing up her muscles with a small smile on her face.

"She's… strong. Very, very strong. She can easily keep me in her arms without even noticing a strain." Aki says with a slight smile, as well as a small blush on her face, which Gosea easily notices.

"Ah, I see~! You're a bit taken with your strong friend, aren't you?" She says with a smile, and Aki elbows her in the stomach with a scowl as she glares at the dragon girl.

"Don't say it out loud, idiot!" She whisper-yells as Mailyn completely ignores the two of them, staring at her new suit of armour and sword for a couple of seconds, before going back to her forge to finish with her current project.

"Uhuh." She says with a wide, bright smile as she looks at the fox girl, a teasing glint in her eyes as she thinks up of things to say. "I'm sure you'd quite enjoy being carried in her strong arms, especially in a bridal carr-mffhmff." She starts saying, before having her mouth covered by the hands of the Aki, who menacingly glares at her.

"Shut up!" She tells the dragon girl, before turning back to the distracted human girl. "Goodbye Mailyn, I'll come back again in a day or two to see what you found about the armour and weapons!" She says with a cheery grin, before grabbing the dragon girl and dragging her away, ignoring all protests otherwise, while Meilyn just nods at her, distracted by her work.

The two of them leave the human girl alone to continue with her project, as well as leaving her to her fate of being heavily tentacled by the suit of armour she is planning on studying.

It doesn't take too long for her to finish with working on her project, and as soon as she is finished with it, she turns her gaze towards the new armour and sword that she had been gifted, a glint in her eyes as she stares at them, rubbing her hands together as she grins.

"Let's see what I can learn from these babies…" She says with a grin as she walks to the sword, takes in her hand, and brings it to her anvil, hammer in other hand as she puts it on the anvil, tilting her head as she stares closer at it for a moment, before lightly striking it with her hammer, slowly increasing the strength of her strikes as she tries to figure out if it is easy to break. Because if it's too easy to break, it is likely it isn't worth her time. Probably. At least not as a sword, though as an alternative material for something else more useful…

She shakes her head and goes back to studying the metal of the sword that seems to have… slightly moved? Before she can even realise something strange had happened, she feels tentacles wrapping around her body, the suit of armour having gotten up on its own and grabbed her from behind.

"Hey! What the heck are you doing?!" She yells out as she is captured, though her complains don't last long as she is grappled and groped by the tentacles, her clothes stripped from her body as she tries to struggle, and soon enough she is naked and in the grasp of the tentacles, the sight of her muscles and massive tits easily seen by the mimic.

It doesn't take long for her breasts to be groped by tendrils, and more start to show up as they rub against her body, enjoying her curves, as well as her much more muscled form compared to the other two. No matter how much she struggles, moving her body as tentacles play with her, she doesn't escape.

Of course, that might also be because she is getting steadily hornier as the tentacles rub against her, starting to fuck her ass and pussy at the same time while her cheeks are played with and her tits are groped by the horny tentacles, eager to molest her and take pleasure in the softness of her curves and firmness of her butt.

Her protests don't amount to much as the tentacles continue using her body for their fun, and her struggles are weak, uncoordonated and don't accomplish much at all, perhaps thanks to some aphrodisiacs that the tentacles possess or simply because she is tired from her forging. Either way, the tentacles start having their way with her, and she doesn't manage to break from their hold, even as she watches the sword in front of her also slowly change as it becomes fleshier, grow eyes and sprout tentacles that quickly move towards her and start playing with her flesh as well, mostly by groping her breasts and clinging to her ass and rubbing against her muscled thighs.

The tentacles don't let up, continuing to fuck her as well as they can, her ass and cunt already stuffed, her breasts constantly groped and covered in tendrils eager to feel her soft tits, more tentacles moving around her body, feeling her up in all kinds of places, enjoying her muscles, as well as her softness in all the right places.

Her mouth is used by a single tentacle that is constantly drooling slimy precum down her throat without stop, eager to feel her hot, wet mouth around more of its length as it pushes itself deeper into her mouth and down her throat, all the while she doesn't manage to do anything to struggle against all the many tentacles grappling her.

They continue playing with her all the while, groping her, thrusting into her, slamming into her ass, ramming into her pussy, writhing in there, making sure to give her as much pleasure as possible even as the mimic felt pleasure from the tentacles it was using to rape her.

She was unable to struggle, and by now it was entirely possible she was unwilling to struggle as she orgasmed around the appendages invading her, raping her and groping her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels herself cumming again and again as the tentacles play with her body, continuously using her however they want, all the while she inchorently moans around the one in her mouth in bliss and arousal.

Eventually, after a few hours of fucking, the tentacles done with her, and let her go, assured of the fact she was more… compliant, obedient and pleasure drunk now that she had been thoroughly raped.

Immediately she turns to the sword, staring at the much more… fleshy object, tilting her head as she brings her head closer to it.

"What are you even made of?" She asks as she taps the flesh of the mimic, some of it feeling soft and squishy, other bits feeling as tough as metal, and she easily grabs her hammer and strikes it against the harder bits with a smile, the strike ringing out throughout the smithy as she stares.

"Hmmmm… how can I make use of this? No, a better question… how tough are you really, and can I cut off bits of you to melt and turn into proper armour?" She asks, a dangerous grin tugging at her lips as the previous glint of interest in her eyes turns into much more clear cut interest in the thing in front of her. The mimic that suddenly feels more than a bit threatened.

"I'm sure we'll have fun figuring that one out~!" She proclaims with a grin, and the monster has to fight the urge to squirm in place.

I sigh as I stand in front of the pool of honey, back in the hole after I gathered it all from all the places I had spread it about,

and put it back there. I had a little fun, but now is the time to be actually serious. I really wish I didn't have to, but what can you do? Slacking off isn't exactly smart, if I wish to actually complete my goals.

So, I stare at the honey in front of me, and think to myself about how to properly study it, rather than fucking around because of boredom.

Using my magic, I take a small amount of it, and hold it in front of me in mid air, staring at the small blob of magical, thick honey, and wondering what I am supposed to do with it. I stare deeply at it, take a deep breath, close my eyes, and try to focus my senses on it and the magic inside of it.

It feels… earthly, and also naturey. Which makes sense, considering that it was made by bees, which are pretty damn natural, but not sure about the earthly mana part. Not sure if it's something that comes from the bees, if it was because of a difference in process between this and normal honey, or if it was because of a magical flower from which the bees collected the nectar.

So, the question is if I can replace the earthly mana part with something else. Like fire mana, wind mana, water mana, necromantic mana, plague mana or something else like that.

I open my eyes and stare at the thick honey in front of me. It's only a little bit, so I can just experiment on it, and see what happens. I focus on the earthly mana inside of it, and keep the entire structure of the honey locked in place, while I slowly try to use threads of magic to take out the earthly mana and replace it with fiery mana in its place.

Slowly, over the course of ten minutes as I make sure that I do this properly, I manage to successfully change the honey to have fiery mana inside of it. The colour of it slightly changed, looking closer to a yellowish orange, or an orange-looking yellow. One of those for certain.

After a couple seconds of thought, I bring a small amount of the new honey to my face and eat a small amount of it and-ouchouchouchouch.

I conjure some water and drink it all as fast as I can, even as I shake my head and as my entire body shudders, all the while I try to get rid of the spicy feeling on my tongue. Yikesyikesyikes, I hate spiciness.

Thankfully for me, it doesn't last too long, and a couple of seconds later I am fine once more, even as I glare at the blob of spicy honey in front of me. I'm pretty sure my look could actually obliterate it if I tried to glare it out of existence, so I don't try to do that, since it's still important research for how to improve it and change it for my exact purpose.

Still, now that I know that I can change it in such interesting ways, I want to do it again. I'm curious about how it is, and I'm now also wondering if introducing more mana into the honey than there was at the start would ground it towards that mana even more? Like, the fire honey being literally burning hot, or the earth honey being akin to rock or dirt in some way?

I have no idea, but I will make sure to test all these out, because it is important, and this might actually be more interesting than I gave it credit for. I didn't think that researching honey could possibly be not boring, but apparently I was wrong.

And now, time to try to do the same thing again, but this time with water mana.

It only takes five minutes this time, and the honey changes in looks once more, looking more… dull? It lost a bit of its colour, and when I move it around, it seems to be less thick now. After a couple of seconds of thought, I decide to give it a taste. It was still reasonably good, but it was also… cold? Yeah, it was surprisingly cold and also tasted refreshing, like I just drank a cold refreshing cup of water. Which is pretty interesting, but it doesn't seem to have that many effects.

After a minute or so of playing around with the water mana infused honey, I decide to try to change it once more to something else, since this one seems to be… not that useful, really.

It doesn't take too much, and only a little later I have some honey with wind mana inside of it. Its colour changed once more, this time to be more white, though it's not very noticeable, if I'm being honest. Another thing that changed is its weight.

When I stop holding the honey in the air using my magic, it now slowly drifts down to the floor, akin to a feather, still mostly in a single indistinguishable clump, rather than splitting apart in the air.

I gave it a taste and… it really didn't change much. It felt a bit less tasty and a bit more empty or bland, but that's it.

Well, that was a bit of a disappointment. Now, what to do next?

…More nature mana? Not sure about that, honestly. It might become some kind of plant or fungus honey instead of just continuing to be normal. Of course, that's just if I put too much of it into it, but it already has a not insignificant amount of nature mana, so…

I'll try it later when I'm ready to see it become some weird magical plant, mold, fungus or slime creature and come to life like that. For now, I'll continue experimenting with it being inanimate.

…Introducing necromantic mana into it could possibly have similar effects, couldn't it?

I don't really feel like dealing with a zombie honey blob… or do I? Sounds kinda funny.

…Later. I'll try some more normal mana first, like ice, lightning, blood.

Notes:

The blacksmith girl was a Mei Hatsume expy, as you should have probably been able to tell from the images. But I will tell you anyway, because why not? Anyway, she'll probably appear again. Not sure if she'll be an important character, but I might decide to have her play an actually important role, depending on how the story goes.
Also, I am in Spain right now~!
Had some fun the first day going on roller coasters, but hurt my spine on one of them, and it still hurts two days later.
Also, went to an aquarium and saw lot of cool fish, was very fun.

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Delving Deeper into Fleshcrafting

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"Good morning, sweetheart~!” I say with a grin as Serpisoria stirs in her bed, groaning with annoyance as she wakes up.

“Euuuughhhhhhh…” She groans as she awakens from her sleep, blearily looking around as she tries to figure out what’s going on. Before she can properly wake up, I give her a big ol’ kiss on the lips, making her flinch in surprise as I smooch with her.

“Mhm~!” I moan into her mouth, before pulling my face away, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths for a couple of seconds, before I lick it away. She still looks mildly dazed, but now it was because of the heated kissing, rather than because of sleep.

“Incest is wincest, wouldn’t you agree, my sweetheart~?” I ask her with a smug grin on my face, and she just nods back at me, still looking mildly confused and aroused, and I simply smile some more, before skipping away as I let her properly get her bearings.

It only takes a minute or so for her to slither out of bed and get next to me, looking down at me as I let my tail wag while I play with a ball of fire, squishing it and extinguishing it when she gets close to me, my face turning to her as I grin and wink at her, and a blush briefly comes over her face.

“What are you doing today, mother?” She asks as she looks down at me, and I just smile wider. She grimaces and looks away in response.

“Actually. I don’t want to know. That look on your face tells me it’s nothing pleasant or that I want to know.” She mutters as she slithers away.

She’s right, of course, she definitely does not want to know what I am going to do, but it’s definitely going to be painful. Not for me, of course. But it is going to be pretty painful regardless, and I’ll enjoy seeing what interesting things I can come up with.

“Have fun, sweetie~! And if you need anything, just come find me~” I say with a grin, and she just nods at me, and slithers away towards the forest. I wonder if she’ll encounter any clones of mine. With how many of them there are starting to get, I wouldn’t be surprised if it would be difficult to not find one of them, if I’m being honest.

“Now… what to do?” I ask myself as I walk towards one of the many experimentation caverns I had created, this one full of mostly unharmed animals, frozen meat and cadavers, as well as a few mutated creatures.

The animals fearfully scurry and scatter away from me as I enter the room, the deers backing up to the wall, the wolves whimpering as I walk through the chamber, a bright grin on my face as I move towards one of my experiments.

A grotesquely overgrown wolf monster, about as big as a van, with protruding veins all over its body, blood sometimes dripping from its crimson maw. Can’t forget about the massive, red knotted cock that it has, that’s also there. The musk isn’t too noticeable from this distance, but I haven’t gotten around to understanding how to properly modify it to make it produce stronger, more appealing and more addicting smell to mindbreak other girls with. I’ll probably get it right, eventually.

For now, I look at the massive wolf in front of me, as well as hearing the way it growls and glares at me. I can see some anger in its gaze, but I can also see an overwhelming amount of arousal in its eyes as its cock angrily throbs with need.

I open its cage, and it instantly leaps towards me, smashing its massive cock against my face, rubbing the cock that's about half as big as my body against my face, leaving trails of sticky precum all over my face, my hair, my horns and my breasts, while the musk of the wolf cock begins entrancing me as I smell its delicious scent.

“Oh, wolfie~” I say with a smile, before giving the tip of that red, throbbing cock a kiss, the drops of precum that were leaking from it staining my face and making me smile even brighter, before the wolf howled in arousal and slammed its shaft against my face again, driving me to my knees, and then forced its dick into my mouth.

Of course, it would have been very hard for it to get its massive length into my mouth without a bit of help, so I also made sure to help it with getting its cock into my tight, warm, wet hole by opening my mouth as widely as I could manage, and taking a great deal of its shaft in a single go.

I felt my throat being stretched already, even as I worked my tongue to wrap around the massive cock, doing my best to milk it of all the cum it was worth, especially with how horny the smell of dick was making me.

I started bobbing my head back and forth, slowly taking more of the length into me as the wolf growled in arousal and horniness as it thrust its shaft deeper into me at an aggressive pace, slowly getting it down my throat, forming a bigger bulge as it pushed it further and further down, and slowly went past my throat.

The tip was pushing into my stomach by now, and it felt great~! It was amazing, especially with the nice cockmusk I could feel coming from its leaking shaft, and I could also feel a great amount of precum being slowly drained into my stomach as its massive, furry balls worked at a rapid pace to pmp more precum into me.

It didn’t take too much longer for it to get even more of its length in, even as I continued with my work, my tongue constantly gliding along the cock, covering it in as much drool as I could as I made sure to properly worship the massive tool of pleasure, and I felt the way it throbbed inside of my stomach as my lips met its impressively large knot, and I made sure to properly give it a kiss.

Only a minute later, it was having its first orgasm, while mine must have been in the counts of dozens, or even hundred by now. I felt a tidal wave of jizz pouring into me, and I also felt myself swelling from the massive amount of cum being pumped down my throat.

Soon enough, cum was spilling past my lips and onto my breasts and swollen stomach, as well as the floor, all the while the wolf continued growling with arousal from my work.

Then, after two uninterrupted minutes of cumming, it fell to the floor, completely drained of cum… and also dead.

I greedily swallowed the rest of the cum that was inside of my mouth, let out a pleased burp, and stared at it with interest, to see what had done it in.

It was a mixture of dehydration, blood loss from how much blood was in its dick and leaking from its mouth, and a heart attack, as well as the slowly failing muscles, flesh and bones on a body frame/size unfit for them. Or something like that, it’s not like I was 100% sure that was the case. That was the best I could determine through my analysis, and it seemed pretty likely.

“Welp, it was fun while it lasted.” I say with a shrug, before I grab the carcass by one of its paws, hoist over my shoulder, and swiftly take it to the pile of bodies, still frozen in place and freshness by ice magic.

“Off you go, then.” I say with a cheery smile as I throw the carcass of the massive wolf into the giant pile of corpses as well, adding a bit to the massive flesh pile and freezer. Then, I use some of my ice magic and freeze it in place as well, ensuring it remains relatively fresh for a good while.

“What to do now, I wonder…?” I mutter to myself as I let my gaze stray across the room, thinking about what I should experiment on next.

“Hmmm… which should I start with?” I continue speaking as I look for something to modify and play with, and not finding anything really specific to fuck around with. After a few more seconds, I just shrug and smile.

“Oh well, guess I’ll have to do it this way.” I say as I point at a random animal, and begin.

“Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a fucker by the toe, fuck you up and off you go, mutate you into monstrous meat puppets…” I point at the animals one by one as I come up with some stupid dumbass replacement for the eeny meeny miny moe song, and the end target is a confused bunny that was as far backed away from me as it could be.

“Poor you. So scared of me, but you were the one chosen. Oh well. I don’t promise this won’t hurt. It probably will hurt a lot.” I talk to the rabbit with a smile before pausing, and grinning to myself. “You don’t understand what I’m saying anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

With that, I walk into the cell, and it squeaks in panic as I slowly get nearer towards it, but even as it tries to get away from me, nothing could save it from its fate. I had decided to experiment on it, and its struggles were futile and useless.

It was going to become a magical, mutated flesh abomination, whether it wanted to or not.

I take it into my hands, and I stare at it, even as it tries to struggle out of my grasp, even trying to sink its teeth into my fingers, though I don’t even feel its bite, even if it had probably just put all its effort into it.

I think to myself about what I should do with it, looking at it as it struggles and tries to escape, a feral need for freedom, a primordial fear as it realises it is about to suffer a fate worse than death. The animals here had learnt and seen a lot over their time of captivity, and they now had the insight to understand that they did not want to be changed, mutated beyond recognition, becoming something other and unrecognisable.

Too bad for it that I had other ideas in mind than letting it remain a normal bunny. No, I had very interesting plans for it. Its struggles to get away, its feral need to be out of my grasp inspired me, and I decided I would make it a lot more feral and wild and fearsome than before.

Once I was done with this little bad boy, it would be able to murder and devour an entire pack of wolves.

With a snap of my fingers, I see the small animal beginning to change, its flesh slowly twisting on itself as it twitches and bubbles, more of it growing from nothing as it squeaks in pain and distress, pain going through its small body.

I watch with interest as the flesh and muscles grow, its skin slowly tightening as it tries to stretch to cover the added mass and meat of the small animal, and it is slowly becoming taut as seconds pass by, even as the rabbit continues making sounds of distress.

Snaps and pops and cracks come from the small animal as its bones are manipulated by the flesh twisting magic, a shriek of pain escaping it as it feels its own bones growing, parting its meat, impaling it through, skewering it.

And they continue growing, bigger and stronger and sharper. Blood gushes from its skin in rivulets as bone spikes emerge through its back with the sound of slicing flesh, strips of meat, fur and muscle hanging onto the spikes as they continue expanding from the back of the tortured rabbit, even as both it and the bones continue growing, relentlessly and without stop.

All the other animals flinch and back away each time another cry of pain comes from the rabbit, even as it grows bigger, more grotesque, more monstrous, as it strays from its life as a rabbit, and turns into an abomination, skin bursting open as an abundance of muscle and meat forces it to split at the seams from the unchecked and abundant expansion.

Bones break through its shoulders, more blood spilled, more flesh flayed off and cut away by unchecked growth as spikes and malformed armour comes into existence. Crimson liquid spills from its every orifice, blood staining and pooling onto the stone floor, tears of red falling from its eyes as they slowly turn into a beautiful shade of crimson.

Its teeth become sharper, and more grow inside its maw. Misshapen, razor sharp, unaligned, protruding through its gums and capable of ripping through flesh with ease. All the while its cries of pain and suffering slowly transition into growls of fury and bloodlust, its whimpering and crying turning to gnashing of teeth and attempts to attack everything around it in a frenzy.

“Awww, are you angry~? What a cute little critter you are~” I talk to it in a cutesy voice and with a wide smile, even as it growls and snaps at me, trying to sink its fangs into my fingers as I give it a pat on its head, feeling the spikes growing from the top of its head, coming from its skull. I wonder if some of the spikes grew inwards, stabbing it through its own brain?

I’d assume that would kill it, but not sure in what strange way it is resilient. Maybe it doesn’t even need a brain anymore, or maybe it does. I got no clue, honestly.

I let go of it, letting it fall onto the floor, and it instantly goes towards me, biting my foot. I let out a huff of amusement, and lightly shake my leg, easily throwing the mutated monster off of me, and picking it back up.

“What to do with you, I wonder?” I talk to myself as much as I talk to it, though I know that it’s nothing more than a murder ball of rage and hunger that wants to inflict pain and suffering on other things.

So, with a shrug of my shoulders, I go to the nearest cell, holding a wolf inside of it, open the door, and yeet the monstrous rabbit into it.

The wolf growls at the intruder, and the mutated abomination snarls twice as loud, baring its plethora of razor sharp, misshapen teeth at its new enemy. Before the wolf can even react, the frenzied bunny leaps towards it, sinking its fangs into its foes throat, tasting the sweet, sanguine fluid of the bigger predator, shredding apart flesh, muscles and tendons in its attempt to sate its literal and figurative bloodthirst.

The wolf tries to push it off, to fend for itself, but its struggles are weak, and grow weaker by the second as the bunny continues rending through flesh with uncanny efficiency and viciousness, ripping it apart like it was a blender, a blender of death, murder, bloodlust, teeth and claws.

The bigger animal doesn’t last for much longer, bloodloss taking its toll at a rapid pace, even as more of it is eaten away and chewed apart, the feral monstrosity not stopping for a second. Even after the wolf dies, and all that is left is a carcass, the bunny continues to tear through with gleeful viciousness, splattering blood and viscera all over the floors and walls as it continues to ruin the body of the dead predator.

“Awww~! What a cute murder machine. Let’s see… what else to set you on?” I say with a smile, even as I move the bloody and scattered remains of the wolf to the corpse pile as well.

I idly pet the murder bunny as it tries to chew on my fingers, its biting, growling and snarling completely ignored as my gaze roams the room in search of something interesting to sicc the new monster onto.

None of them are really that interesting, honestly. There’s nothing that I’d call more threatening than any of the normal animals here.

…But I do have other experiments that I can match against this one.

Yeah, that sounds like an interesting idea.

Mailyn stares at the strange living sword and living armour in front of her, after they had gotten tired of raping her, filling her and covering her in cum. Her belly was starting to swell, and she didn’t think it was just from the prodigious amount of cum pumped into her stomach and womb.

While all of that was interesting and slightly concerning, what was more interesting and important were the strange creatures in front of her, seemingly made out of some kind of metal, while also obviously alive and fleshy.

After they had calmed down from their horniness and had stopped raping her, she had grabbed the sword monster and went back to her study table with it in hand, determined to test it once more, only this time much more thoroughly. She needed to figure out what it was made out of, and how it created that material, and how to use it for herself.

Striking at it with her hammer with all her force and might didn’t really achieve anything, and she wasn’t even sure if she would have achieved anything if her hammer could break its metallic carapace-thing. Disguise?

She shook her head, and focused back on the task at hand. Figuring out what the material actually was, how it worked, how to use it in forging, and how to get more of it.

Leafing through her book on the metals commonly found or uncommonly found didn’t really give her anything that could be what she was seeing. It looked eerily similar to steel, though at a closer glance and taste it was clearly different. Especially when she realised the mimic monster was the one to create it, and change it and take it away when necessary, to form fleshy tentacles to rape someone with.

Focusing some magic into her eyes, the small amount of magic she could actually do, that she had learnt from some random books she had brought with the leftover money she earned from her blacksmithing, she stared at the metallic material in front of her, looking both at it and its structure, as closely as she could, and also trying to look through it.

It definitely looked even further from steel once she took a much closer look, though it still didn’t resemble much else she knew of for her to compare to, and the look she had through it was also quite strange. The fact it was a biological material wasn’t immediately obvious at a first or second glance, though.

It was more subtle than that, even if the fact it was a magical material was quite obvious to see. It would have been pretty hard to hide that, she was sure. But she could also tell that this was a very strange material, not that it got her much closer to figuring out what was going on with it, just further confirmation that ‘yep, this is a tentacle monster’, rather than anything actually useful.

…She could try to create a magical object to help her with identifying it, but she wasn’t exactly convinced in her skills at creating magical things. Much easier to create a normal weapon, piece of armour or invention, than infuse something with magic in the way she wanted, and have it be strong enough and useful, without leaving her exhausted and on the brink of passing out from the drain.

She was pretty sure that more than once she had accidentally sacrificed a bit of her blood to power an object, because she didn’t have enough mana. She wasn’t exactly proud of those times, but she’d take what she could get, even if it wasn’t exactly safe or approved of by most people. She mostly didn’t blow herself up, so she’d count that as a win.

So, after a bit of further thought, she decided she would try creating a magical instrument for later, if she couldn’t figure it out in any other way. For now she’d try something that was a bit more… unusual.

“So, you can hear me, right? You… thingie.” She says as she taps the flat of the blade, trying to get the attention of the creature, which works a little as it grows a red eye on the blade. After a brief moment of surprise at the sight, she continues without a problem.

“You want to rape me for some reason. I don’t really understand why, but that’s not my problem. What I want is to figure out how to use your weird metal carapace-skin thing to create more babies with it, and make more money and learn how to get better, until I’m the best blacksmith, inventor and artificer in the kingdom. And I’m sure you’d be reaaaal useful for that purpose~!” She quickly says, a smile tugging at her lips as she explains her plans to the monster in front of her, looking at her with mild confusion.

After a couple of seconds passed, Mailyn continued.

“You understand what I’m talking about? Blink once if you get what I’m saying.”

The living sword blinked at her, and she beamed with excitement at her success in communication.

“Alright, so you can understand me~! This’ll be much easier then, to figure out how to use you as well as I can. So, tell me, how do you make your metal stuff?” She asks with an excited grin on her face as she curiously stares at the sword.

It just looked at her, mildly confused and unsure of how to answer, before tentacles burst from its metal, waving through the air for a couple of seconds, before they were stopped in place.

The flesh of those tentacles slowly warped and aligned together, turning another colour, while a surge of magic came over it, and the previously red, fleshy part of the tentacles now looked similar to steel, though still quite different from the blade itself.

“Huh, that’s interesting, but not that useful so far. So you can create more of the material. Can I cut off those tentacles for researching the material?” She asks with an excited smile, all the while looking at the monster.

In response, it retracted its tentacles back into itself, its metal presumably reverting to flesh or being added to the blade of the sword.

“Aww, come on! It probably wouldn’t hurt that much. I just need a couple of samples!” She whined at the sword, though it didn’t look like it had cared much about her predicament. She was reasonably sure most of the tools she had available wouldn’t be able to cut through the metal, and that it would also try to fight her if she were

With a mildly annoyed scowl, she turned to the other monster in the room, the much bigger armour that surely wouldn’t miss some of its bits and pieces if she took some of them for study and use, right?

Right.

I decided to test the little, spiky flesh abomination against some of my improved zombie deer. Each subsequent version of the parasites are changed and improved in some way to make them into more effective versions of themselves, and also to get more data and improve my skills at creating parasites.

Suffice to say, each type of zombie deer was now at least strong enough to kill a human, which I’m not sure could have been said about them before. The tentacle one, definitely. Would have probably eaten a human alive with ease.

The other ones? Ehhhhh… I have some doubts about that.

I bring the aggressive bunny monster to one of the rooms, in which a zombie deer stands, not that it is obvious that it is a monstrosity just from a single look at it. It looks like a completely normal animal at a glance. Which is untrue, of course.

Hundreds of tendrils spread throughout its body as it is puppeteered by the parasite, looking perfectly normal, as if it was a mundane deer that was walking around and eating, rather than a monster that had taken hold over the body of the deer.

With a cheery grin, I yeet the bunny at the zombie animal, and order it to do its best to kill the bunny. It moves forward the moment the bunny enters the cell, ready to impale it on its antlers.

The bunny simply leaps forward at a significant speed, thudding against the leg of its enemy, sinking its sharp teeth into the flesh, shredding through it at a rapid pace as it starts to take rapid bites from its legs, even as the deer tries to shake it off and stomp it away.

It actually manages to hit the bunny with one of its hooves, but while it causes the bunny to fly off of its body, and get sent bouncing away, it also cracks the hoof a little after hitting one of the bone spikes of the rabbit.

After shaking the dizziness and pain of being sent skidding away, the little abomination leaps right back into action, eager to cause more pain and bloodshed in everything around it, and especially to that deer in front of it.

It leaps at its throat this time, and claws and tears at flesh, causing blood to spill forth, crimson staining the fur of both of them, and also splashing onto the floor. It continues digging into the flesh, causing more damage to the body of the zombie deer as it attacks it with all it has, still eager to cause it pain, and suffering and death.

Even horribly damaged as it is, the deer doesn’t just give up, instead trying to shake the monstrous rabbit off, even as its efforts prove futile and useless, as it finds itself unable to get the bunny off of itself.

All the while, it continues eating through the flesh, even as it encounters strange tentacles in the body, though it eats through them as well, just continuing its bloodthirsty rampage as it causes more damage to the body of the zombie deer, getting deeper into it like a stubborn tick.

The zombie deer struggles, its tendrils reaching for the rabbit, trying to harm it with them, but they are all shredded in a blender of violence, carnage, blood and teeth that was the rabbit, flesh being torn away, spikes and teeth and claws rending and cleaving away at the insides of the deer.

No matter how much the parasite tries to defend itself from the inside, the little abomination ignores it and cuts it apart with extreme violence and rage in its actions, bloodthirst and anger fueling it, and making it all the more violent as it makes sure to fuck up the insides of the deer.

Eventually the zombie simply can’t continue on, with all the damage being done, and the body simply collapses to the ground. The parasite doesn’t die though, and instead tries to leave the carcass of the deer through its eyes, a few small tendrils going through the sockets and trying to pull it away from the corpse still being torn through by a violent, mutated bunny.

Sadly for the parasite, it wouldn’t escape the clutches of the evil bunny rabbit abomination. The moment it stepped away from the corpse, or dragged itself away, more accurately, the monstrous rabbit noticed, and burst out of the weakened and shredded carcass, before going after the round parasite, shredding it apart and devouring it in its entirety in less than a second.

Then, it went back to tearing away at the already butchered and desecrated carcass of the deer, eager to sink its teeth into more flesh, devour meat and stain itself in more of that warm, crimson fluid.

And then I picked the little bugger up as it was fucking around with that corpse. It hissed and tried to bite me once more, but it failed just like last time, doing fuck all to me. I just confidently grinned at it, before moving to get it to the next zombie deer, and see how it fares against that one.

No matter how much it bites and claws and is a general furry nuisance, I don’t let it out of my grasp, instead keeping a tight hold of it, before yeeting it into the prison cell.

And the moment it sees the deer, the frenzied bloodlust and thirst for violence is back with a vengeance, its scream of fury and hatred ignored by the deer as it turns towards it without a care in the world, its empty eyes pointed towards the small monstrosity.

It leapt at the kinda-zombie animal, its teeth ripping through fur and skin, to get at the flesh beneath, only instead of the taste of that delicious crimson lifeblood and the feeling of flesh giving away beneath its teeth, it feels like it shreds through a layer or two, before its teeth and mouth get at something much less pleasant, a burning pain filling its mouth.

Instead of blood red fluid being splattered onto its body and the floor, a white goop is spread about, one that is sizzling around it as it moves on its own for a couple of seconds, trying to get into its eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth, wounds, trying to hurt it as much before the disconnected blobs of acidic slime still and stop as they perish from their damage, though their acidic and painful effect remains quite present on the rabbit as it continues screeching in pain.

It tries shaking the goop off of itself, and it works a little, even if the pain doesn’t really lessen. But while it struggles with itself to deal with the acidic slime, the deer has the time to move and strike at it, a hoof coming from above to crash against the monstrous bunny, sending flying and crashing into the stone wall of the cell. Several cracks came from it as spikes break and snap under the force of its momentum, and a growl of pain escapes its lips as it looks at the zombie deer.

Though, this time, instead of just leaping into the slime filled body of the deer, it decides to do something smarter. It charges forward, and uses its claws to cut into the leg of the deer, shredding away as much as it could without harming itself in the process.

It didn’t stand still, continuing to do the same thing, slowly cutting away at the legs of its ememy, each limb being attacked several times, before it manages to separate them from the rest of the body, one by one, only being burned a little, and eventually causing the deer to fall to the ground, helpless.

The zombie deer tries to do something, but it can’t really do anything at all to fight against the monstrous bunny, other than dripping acidic slime on it when it gets damaged.

And the bunny made sure to be as careful as it could over the next couple of minutes, slowly ‘bleeding’ the zombie of all its white ‘blood’, cutting away flesh and skin to let the white, gooey interior fall away, all the while it tried to avoid any burns, which it mostly managed to do.

Eventually the monster stopped attacking the deer. It didn’t actually kill the zombie deer, but there wasn’t anything else that the deer could do to harm it, so it decided to not attack it anymore, since it was effectively ‘dead’.

It was basically done with that one, so not too long after I went into the cell and picked the little monstrosity up, ignoring the way it chews on me and bites my skin, since it can’t really harm me anyway.

It would probably need all its strength for the next one, since I wasn’t actually sure if it would win against the next ‘zombie deer’. Though even that, I wouldn’t call an accurate description of the monster.

It was in another chamber entirely, since it disturbed all the other animals in here, even a few of the parasite infested ones shying away from it. It was kind of funny, but also not that surprising. This was basically the most lethal, murdery and hungry parasite I had made so far.

I entered the separate room, still holding onto the bunny, and looked at the last zombie deer. It didn’t really look like a deer, not even at a first glance. It looked too thin and too fat at the same time, lacking in muscles, yet also bulging grotesquely in other places.

The eyes of the thing were empty and dead and it was a surprise they hadn’t started to rot by now. If you looked closely, you could see things pushing against its skin, shapes of tentacles or worms visible beneath the facade, and probably distressing to any observer.

The monstrosity stumbled around like a walking corpse, shakily, unsteadily. It was like it was drunk off of its mind. It was completely unconvincing as a deer, even the dumbest person would take a look at it and instantly realise there was something seriously wrong with it.

Too bad that its strength wasn’t in its stealth, but quite the opposite. If it had much of an intelligence to think, I’m sure it would be eager for anything to discover it so it could feast on them.

Really, it was actually quite stealthy, now that I thought about it. In that kind of ‘there are no witnesses if you kill everyone and everything in the vicinity’ kind of stealth, I think it’s quite proficient at that type of stealthiness.

The mutated abomination in my hand whimpered at the sight of the deer, and I gave it a little grin… before yeeting it into the cell, directly at the zombie ‘deer’, and it gave a frenzied battle cry as it flew through the air.

The deer gave a… snarl would probably be the appropriate word, though I don’t think the sound it made should really be classified as a sound a normal animal could ever make. It was several snarling, growling monstrosities at the same time, all eager for food, meat and blood.

The bunny collided with its chest and cut into the loose skin with its teeth, and was enveloped in tentacles in but a moment, about half a dozen of pitch black tendrils with mouths and teeth on them, growling and rumbling sounds of feverish hunger coming from them as they restrained the rabbit and started taking chunks out of it, more mouths growing on the appendages as they started to devour the little monstrous rabbit alive.

It squealed and cried in pain and agony and fear. No longer a monstrous abomination twisted by vile magics, no longer a murder blender death machine, no longer a fearsome predator eager to sink its teeth into flesh, but scared, vulnerable prey once more.

It tried struggling, clawing, biting to get away. It cut through flesh and tasted disgusting, putrid black blood, but the wounds were superficial and simply not enough to get it out of the restraints. The tentacles tightened around it, more mouths growing and feeding on it, chewing on bones, feasting on flesh, drinking its blood.

The cries of pain and fear slowly lessened as life was drained from its body, until there was nothing left of it, all the meat and bones and blood devoured by the hungry ‘deer’, and the abomination once more turned to its idle state. Its tentacles retracted back into its chest cavity, and two of them were put against the hole in its chest to act as the skin it had lost to the rabbit. They didn’t do a particularly good job at that, but it worked well enough for what the zombie was going for.

“Huh. That was pretty terrifying. Neat. Glad to see I can make some cool monsters.” I say with a wise nod of my head asI walk away from the still hungry monster.

Notes:

The tentacle zombie deer turned out a little scarier than I had been expecting. Didn’t think I’d make it this scary.

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Parasite Testing

Chapter Text

“Morning sweet cheeks-I mean, sweetheart~!” Is the first thing that comes out of my mouth as I greet my daughter, a grin on my face as I look at her.

She sighs as she looks at me, before responding with a “Morning” as well.

The two of us stared at each other for a bit, the silence lengthening for a good while, before I finally interrupted it after nearly a minute.

“So, I'm probably going to be pretty busy with experiments today. You mind that? Or maybe you want to join me in the experiment~?” I ask with a lewd smirk at her, as well as a wink.

“And what would this… experiment of yours entail?” She asks with a resigned tone as her eyebrows are raised at me, and I have to answer.

“Some lewd parasites, most likely. Probably with having them infest our bodies and bringing us unimaginable pleasure~” I say with a grin, and she just shoots me a glare, before shaking her head.

“No.” Is the only thing she says before she slithers away into the forest. I just shrug.

“Oh well, more fun for me, I suppose.” I mutter to myself as I turn away and start heading towards one of the experimentation chambers.

The stone parts before me, rumbling and grinding against itself as it blooms open, then closing back behind me as I enter the chamber, looking at the variety of animals and corpses arrayed around the room. The animals, I mean. The corpses were all stacked in the Corpse Pile, not spread throughout the place.

I turn towards one of the deers in the room, walk into its cell, ignore the way it whimpers and cringes at my approach, grab it and hoist it above my head, ignore all the animals sending pitying looks to the subject, and carry it to the end of the room, where the stone wall parts before me once more.

The corridor towards the next room is much longer, and the next chamber doesn’t have much space in it, and doesn’t have any other animals or experiments in it. Stone grinds against itself as it closes behind me, the doorway turning back to a solid rock wall.

My gaze turns towards the deer I hold in my hands. I gently set it onto the ground, and it immediately backs away from me, going into a corner of the room as it tries to be as far from as can be. Not that it’ll help it. I can just easily use my magic on it from a distance.

But I approach it anyway, even as it tries to move away from me again in the hope that nothing bad would happen to it. It doesn’t accomplish much, and soon enough I back into a corner and prepare myself to use magic on it.

With a snap of my fingers and a lewd grin of anticipation, I throw magic at the deer, taking hold of its body and using fleshcrafting to change it. Change how it is, how it functions, how it looks, how it thinks. I impart knowledge onto it, knowledge important and unimportant, random bits scattered around to maybe form a personality eventually, though I am reasonably sure that its personality is also based on its animal memories and emotions.

The deer changes from being a deer, to a cute deer girl in only a couple of seconds. She squeaks with surprise as she registers her new intelligence, knowledge and also her state of nakedness, so she uses her hands to cover her breasts and pussy up.

She looks fairly tall and slender, with not too big hips, and some fairly modest breasts. White hair that frames her face and covers one of her amber eyes, while the other one looks at me with terror and fear. She has a cute pair of antlers as well, of course.

It doesn’t take too long for her mind to catch up with her new knowledge, and her fear doesn’t really subside in that time, though she does weakly glare at me for a bit, before turning her gaze back to the ground.

“Why-why did you do this to me?” She stutters out as she stares at me, a shudder running through her body as her breath picks up, from my beauty as she registers it and also from the sheer terror she is feeling in my presence.

“Easy. I needed a subject to run a little experiment of mine, and I already decided it was going to be a deer… so might as well be you, right?” I say with an amused smirk aimed at her as I shrug my shoulders.

“B-but… I—you made me into a real person! I-I’m no longer an animal, right? I ca-can–you can’t!” She stutters, closing her eyes in fear as she imagines what horrors I could inflict on her. I wouldn’t brutally murder her or something, but she is probably right to be scared, with what I’m planning for her.

“Oh, my dear…” I tilt my head and gently smile up at her, shaking my head, before continuing. “What gave you the idea that I care that you’re a person now? Yes, you are smarter. You are no longer an animal.” I say as I slowly get even closer to her, in her personal space.

“That doesn’t really change anything, does it? You’re still my prisoner, and I can still run whatever experiments I want on you, my sweet.” I gently whisper to her, a wicked smile as I place one of my hands on her hips, giving her a light grope.

She just trembles with fear, any words that try to come out of her mouth are choked by her terror. She stutters and mumbles in my grasp, but no more words or complete sentences come out of her as I move her around, creating a soft layer of moss over the stone floor and gently laying her down on the ground.

I grin down at her as she lays on the moss, fear and confusion on her face as I get onto top of her, sitting on her tummy and making her stop covering her breasts from my gaze. I smile as I give one of her nipples a pinch with my claws, while groping and playing with her tits and enjoying their softness, even if they aren’t huge or anything like that.

Fetishes: None

Fetish Strength: N/A

I also use my fetish vision on her, and see nothing. Just as I expected, but it was better to check than not do it. Not like it takes much.

Anyhow, it is now time to test her with my parasites. Or tests my parasites on her, I suppose.

With a smile on my face, I slowly pull my magic into a shape as I create parasites meeting my requirements and parameters out of nothing, mostly using fleshcrafting and plague magic to create a creature out of magic, and one that would count as a parasite, even if not a damaging one. A truly horrible and damaging one, I mean.

In only a couple of seconds I have about a dozen of squirming, maggot-like parasites in my palms. I can feel them in my mind, as well as their arousal and need to infect and bring pleasure. I grinned at the little cuties, and then let them fall onto my cute little daughter beneath me, the parasites falling onto her stomach.

She shivers with fear as she feels the slimy sensations of several parasites, and looks up at me as they continue crawling over her body and towards a couple different specific locations.

“Wh-what’s going on?! I don’t wanna die!” She cries out, tears of fear and panic gathering in her eyes as she stares up at me with horror as I keep her pinned to the ground.

“Oh, don’t horry, my sweet. You won’t die. It won’t hurt either, I made sure of that~” I say with a wide smile as I look down on her. “I’m sure it’ll be one of the most pleasant experiences of your life in the future, and definitely the most pleasurable one so far.” I continue with a nod to myself.

For some reason I cannot possibly understand, she doesn’t seem to be completely trusting of my wisdom, her panic and fear not lessening even a bit from my words of comfort. How strange, but not really my problem, when she’s the one not listening to me.

Okay, I understand why she’s not exactly comforted, I’m not stupid. I just don’t really care, and she’ll probably change her tune in a couple of minutes, so why bother arguing with her right now, when I know I’m right?

She gasps as she experiences pleasure as some of the maggots reach her pussy, while others slowly crawl onto her breasts, slowly getting closer to her nipples. Where they plan to enter, obviously.

Even as she squirms underneath my body a bit, I just ignore her and watch with rapt attention as the parasites reach her nipples… and then slowly begin to crawl into them, doing their best to enter her breasts, one at a time. She gasps with surprise, and at the same time feels as some of the maggots are entering her pussy, bringing her more arousal and pleasure as they move through her love tunnel, eager to get to her womb.

At the same time, the maggots on her tits actually manage to enter them, slowly getting deeper into the not so massive mounds, and gasps of pleasure and surprise escape her mouth as tingles of pleasure and ecstasy are sent through her body. She trembles, unsure of herself, of the situation, of what is going on.

She feels the parasites travelling towards her womb, through her pussy, as well as the ones settling inside of her breasts as their home, feeling each of their movements as they send tingles of pleasure and arousal throughout her body. Unsure of herself and what to do with the creatures deciding to use her body as a home.

Not to worry for her, as I have the perfect answer. By creating more parasites to sicc on her and her quite cute body. I’d call her a bit petite, though I’m sure that won’t last long if more parasites infest her breasts and swell them to a proper size.

In a bit less than a minute, I’ve got a lot more parasites in my palms this time, and I drop them all on her stomach with a smile on my face. She turns quite red and scared as she feels and looks at the mass of parasites that fall onto her.

I shiver in anticipation as some of the maggots brush against my wet cunt as they crawl on her body towards her own entrance, and grin to myself as they move past me with relative ease, all in search of her cunny, in order to thoroughly infest it with more of themselves.

“Wh-what are you do-doing?!” She yells at me in surprise, horror and mild arousal, her feelings of pleasure unable to be hidden away as more parasites move over her body, eager to infest and play with more of her holes.

“Just doing a couple of tests and experiments, you see~! I am having quite a swell time, and you appear to be enjoying yourself as well, my dear~!” I say with a laugh and a grin as I feel more maggots brushing past my place on her stomach in order to get to her lower holes, while more of them climb over her breasts in search of another place to infest, while others also decide to get into her tits.

Obviously, that slowly causes her breasts to swell from more parasites entering them, and I can say with certainty that her tits are a much more generous size now than they were before. Quite hot to see as they become bigger and more infested by maggots.

At the same time, I can see some more of the parasites moving towards her head, and presumably her mouth, eager to slide down her throat and infest her in her… stomach as well?

Yeah, there, I think. They’ll probably be fine with the acid and stuff, so I don’t need to worry about that, only the fact they’ll bring more pleasure to her, all the while her arousal grows as she feels the parasites infesting her and violating her.

Some parasites are also entering her pussy some more, eager to stuff more of themselves into her womb and cause even more pleasure to the poor deer girl. Though I can’t say I’m not a bit jealous of her for getting infested and parasitised like that, but it’s also hot to see her feeling pleasure as more of the maggots make sure she feels plenty of ecstasy.

“Ah~! What’s-mmfh-going on?!” She asks, confused, concerned, horny and aroused, moans occasionally interrupting her own words, as well as parasites trying to get into her mouth, and mostly succeeding.

“Easy. Making use of your body to test my lovely little parasites. Come on, I already explained this to you, it’s not that hard.” I say with a roll of my eyes, as I bring one of my hands to my chest, circling my nipples with some of my claws, sighing with pleasure as I toy with my own breasts, though my pussy still drips with arousal as I see her breasts swelling up with more maggots, and more of them enter her pussy, some brave ones also getting into her ass, eager to infest that place as well.

I encourage all of them mentally, as well as biting off a moan of pleasure as I scratch my itch, literally and figuratively, as I finger my pussy with one of my insanely sharp claws, my soft, sensitive sex enduring the pleasure as well as sharpness with relative ease, all the while I continue to watch as parasites use her and infest her, though it really is way too fast for my liking.

In almost no time at all, she’s filled with parasites, and there are no more of them on the outside, much to my sadness. Not to worry, though, since I can just easily make more of them.

And that’s exactly what I do, slowly creating even more parasites this time, eager to bring more pleasure to myself… and also my cute kinda deer daughter, though I am sure she’s already experiencing a world of pleasure right now, with how many of them there are already in her. Not to worry though, as more is always better, with no exception. Don’t let anyone try to tell you that more isn’t the best, they are absolutely wrong.

Then more of them fall onto her body, a mass of hundreds of squirming creatures that crawl all over her and also brush onto me. I feel my mouth and also my lower mouth drooling as they brush against me, and I think that they can sense that, since one of them decides to enter my tight, young dragon pussy~

“Haahnn~! Oh fuck yeah~~♥!” I moan out as some of them squirm into my pussy, stretching me out with their bodies, before slowly making their way through my love tunnel, straight towards my womb, as they eagerly decide it’s time to infest me with their bodies. And I don’t mind it at all, too busy orgasming around them to really think about much at all, really.

And then I feel even more of them crawling into my cunt, some of them also slowly moving over my body, slithering up my hot, thick thighs and heading towards my tiny breasts, and I don’t try to step them for even a second. I can see through the haze of pleasure as more parasites enter the breasts of my cute deer daughter, and watch as she orgasms all the while her breasts grow to be nearly twice the size of her head, much to my amazement and arousal.

I can also see some of the maggots crawling on her face, some of them entering her mouth as expected, while others move towards her furry ears, presumably to get into her head and infest her brain. I’m so proud of them for deciding to get into her brain and make sure she can feel even more pleasure~!

My thought process is interrupted by more orgasms caused by the naughty parasites that entered my pussy and finally reached my womb, eager to infest it as well to bring me more pleasure.

They were quite successful in that endeavour, even as more maggots crawled towards the pussy of my dear deer daughter, with the intention to infest her even more and cause her more overwhelming arousal. I can only scream in pleasure and mourn the fact I didn’t give these parasites any reproductive capabilities, since I don’t have a hivemind set up. It would have been so incredibly hot to become a breeding bed for parasites along with my daughter, the two of us getting infested and parasitised together, forced to pump out more parasites forever.

Too bad that’s not in the cards for now, though I’m sure we can accomplish it in the future~!

And then I orgasm some more and fall forward, laying my body atop that of my daughter as we writhe in parasitic pleasure together, in beautiful and hot incest. I grope her breasts full of pleasurable maggots as I put myself on her, and also feel the mass of parasites on her stomach, squirming against my own stomach as I lay on her, the maggots writhing between the two of us and unsure where to go.

I can also look up at her and see the hazy expression in her eyes as more pleasure is unloaded into her brain, more than she can comprehend. And I can also see some more of the maggots crawling into her ears, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head and go ahe gao as she orgasms some more~! How absolutely cute and hot~!

We continue with our writhing in ecstasy some more as the parasites inside the two of us continue to pleasure us at the same time, making sure to feel good as they infest us and send arousal throughout our bodies, mostly because that’s what I want them to do, to make us feel as good as possible.

And then I feel myself being pulled into a kiss, my daring, darling daughter apparently deciding to give me a hot mother-daughter smooch, messily making out with me as the two of us feel pleasure from the parasites writhing inside the two of us, much to my pleasure and amazement.

I can see her eyes going blank and hazy for a bit, before she screams out in orgasm, I assume because the maggots reached her brain, and decided to make use of it to bring even greater ecstasy to her, and I can’t help but be jealous of my cute progeny.

Of course, I am then surprised as I feel something squirming into my mouth, and realise that some of the parasites inside of her decided to use our kiss as an opportunity to get into my mouth. I simply moan into the hot, incesty smooching and let them enter my mouth and do as they wish as they bring me even more pleasure.

It’s all a symphony of ecstatic writhing and moaning as the two of us, mother and daughter, enjoy some parasite-fueled incest sex, uncaring of anything but how good it feels and how amazing the parasites are

I can feel the constant writhing of parasites inside her breasts as they force pleasure onto her and into her body, as she squirms and writhes beneath me in constant orgasm and enjoyment, and I also feel the maggots inside of my own womb as they bring me satisfaction as I cum again and again.

And then I feel something else, and interrupt our kiss for a brief moment to look down… and notice that my own tiny, insignificant titties are just atop her massive, mountainous mammaries… and also that the parasites inside hers are quite fine with leaving their newfound home to enter my breasts. And also that a few of them are already squirming as they slowly enter my own small boobs.

“Ohhghh faackhhhh~~!” I moan once more as I feel the parasites getting into my flat chest, before I am pulled back into the kiss by my cute daughter, and we resume our heated, parasite fueled make out session, the both of us too horny to speak another word or to question our actions even a bit, just eager for more pleasure, more sensation, more incest and ecstasy fueled by parasites and also my own unrestrained, unbound and limitless horniness.

I felt my ass and tail being groped as she decided to use her hands to roam and play with my body, feeling a quite pleasant tug on my tail, as well as my butt being squeezed, while I let one of my hands move to her breasts in reply and grope the massive mountains of soft and parasite filled tits, while my other hand moves to her horns, rubbing and gently playing with them, all the while our kiss remains uninterrupted.

There are still so many parasites on the outside of our bodies, some of them just remaining between our bellies, enjoying our softness as we kiss and grind against each others bodies, other maggots climbing onto us and either trying to get into one of our breasts, though primarily mine, some of them trying to get into her ears, others trying to enter my ass and pussy.

Either way, it is a world of pleasure that I am eager to continue with, especially since she seems equally enthralled with our fun and incest and writhing in pleasure on the soft moss floor. All the while parasites continue playing with us, playing with our bodies, having fun as they cause more pleasure to us, only adding more fuel to the fire. Not that I mind even a bit.

“Ugh, this is so annoying!” Complains Mailyn as some more tentacles exit her pussy as she gives birth to them, all the while she continues working away at the wonder metal she now had the opportunity to play with, all while trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. It was worth it, but it was so, so annoying.

She had managed to work out a deal with the metal thingies. She’d have several tentacle children a day, and in exchange they’d give her bits of flesh-metal-carapace-armour-thing to play with and work with.

She still didn’t properly understand what it was and how it worked, but she was slowly becoming more successful and familiar with it. Her understanding of magic had also grown in leaps and bounds as she struggled to understand what was going on with the biological metal.

Working on magical inventions to study and scan and categorise the materials had improved her learning speed, but also studying and looking at the biological metal itself, that was thoroughly infused with magic, had helped her understand.

It must have been the most magical material she had worked on so far, not that she had worked with much magical material before. She wondered if being good at magic was also required to be a good smith and work with extremely magical material. That would be annoying if she had learnt that much later when trying to work with something like Mythril, Moon Silver, Holy Gold or Divine Coal. Though she wasn’t sure she really wanted to work with Divine Coal…

“Nevermind that, gotta focus on-ahn~-the metal!” She tells herself as she banishes the train of thought, ignores the pleasure, and continues studying and staring and playing with the biological magical metal.

She mingled her own magic with that of the metal, trying to brutishly use blunt magical force to scan it and understand it, since she wasn't exactly the most experienced with how to do proper magic spells.

It was annoying as hell, but she was also working and learning more, so it was also amazing. Working on understanding how to use magic so she can understand how to use the biological metal and also use it.

The tentacle mimics were kind of annoying every now and again, but they just occasionally fucked her or drank milk from her nipples, since she had started lactating since her first birth.

One of her friends and someone who could potentially be a new friend (and customer) occasionally visited her, though she did seem a bit red in the face when she had mentioned she was lactating now and also that the living armour and living sword had been really useful. She didn't really understand, but that wasn’t important.

What was much, much more important was figuring out how to use this fucking magical living metal!

Fetishes: Parasites, Breast Growth, Incest, Brain Infestation

Fetish Strength:

Parasites - High; Breast Growth - Medium; Incest - Medium; Brain Infestation - Medium

“So, how was that~?” I say with a grin, while playing with my big breasts once more~! Finally, they had returned to the size of my head, via a mass of parasites inside of them! I am an oppai loli once more~!

“It was… something. Very pleasurable. Never could I have imagined feeling like… this.” She motions to herself, a blush on her face as her massive mountains bounce with each step she takes as she paces around the room. Her melons were about twice as big as her head, and absolutely full of squirming maggots, so I completely understood why she was acting embarrassed.

Probably because she was feeling a ton of pleasure right at this very moment, from the hundreds of squirming parasites inside of her body. Not that I could blame her, I was also feeling quite pleased from the parasites in my tits, ass, pussy and stomach.

“So, I don’t think I properly introduced myself, dear~” I say with a shit eating grin, while completely ignoring the incredibly wet moss floor that may or may not have been flooded by our combined pussy juices of a couple dozens or even hundreds of orgasms.

She turns her head towards me and gives me a look, though it's unfocused and heavy due to the pleasure she was constantly feeling. Her hands also constantly wander her body as she tries to restrain herself from fingering herself from the sheer arousal she feels every single moment.

“Y-yeah, you didn’t… mother.” She tries to hiss that word out with malice, though it comes out more like a moan of pleasure, which wasn’t intentional. Probably. I’m assuming.

“Yep! So, my name is Escamrak, I’m a lewd dragon girl, I want to commit genocide on most sentient species on this world and create an army of self-sustaining, endless insects.” I say with a grin, waving at her with one of my clawed hands, while I continue playing with my breasts with the other. “You don’t have a name and can’t properly introduce yourself though, so let me whip one up real quick!” I continue saying, this time rushing it out before she can open her mouth to say something.

I scratch my chin as I try to think up of a good name for my deer daughter, and banish stupid, silly names like ‘Deerie’ and references to games…

After a minute or so of thinking, I decide on a name. It’s not some kind of incredibly meaningful name, but I tried coming up with something a bit original, at least.

“I know~! Your name shall be… Pelia~! What do you say? Like it, hate it?” I ask with a tilt of my head as I stare at her for a couple of seconds while she thinks.

“It’s not the worst thing in existence. So, might as well?” She ends her sentence in a question, while at the same time biting her lip and trying to keep a pleasured moan to herself. She nods once, then continues.

“So, my name is Pelia, and I am a deer girl. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, but I don’t want to be used as an experiment anymore, and I definitely don’t want to be involved with your genocide. I have no idea what I want. Probably to spend some alone time with my parasites, enjoying myself.” She decides, ending her sentence with a nod to herself, before focusing back on me.

“Hm… you don’t want to spend time with your mommy~?” I ask with a pout at her, inserting as much sadness into my tone as I can, while also trying not to giggle at her proclamation.

“I… I didn’t say that! I just… don’t want to have anything to do with murdering or hurting people? Is it that much to ask?” She asks with a slightly heated and frustrated tone, this time not due to the parasites. I’m fairly certain of that, at least.

“No, I’m fine with that. But you’re sure you don’t want to test any of the other lewd parasites I’ll make in the future~? You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit this time,” I say with a lewd smile and wink at her, and she just rolls her eyes and blushes, before looking away.

“Maybe. I enjoyed myself… a bit…” She says while not looking at me, before continuing in a bit of a whisper. “And maybe I won’t mind too much if we do this together with some other sexual parasites you create. I’ll see.” She continues, though definitely trying to look away from me this time.

“Aww, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to do that together and have some pleasurable, lewd fun together~!” I say with a smile as I approach her and give her a hug… also pushing my face against her parasite-filled breasts. She doesn’t complain, though she does scowl a bit at me.

“Now, let’s introduce you to your sister~! I’m sure the two of you will be happy to meet each other~!” I say with a happy smile as I walk towards the rock wall and let it open before me to form a pathway to the experimentation chamber, and she follows after me.

All the animals stare at the two of us, and don’t seem to really register her as the deer that came in. They do seem to register she’s full of parasites, though, as they back away from her as much as they can.

Or maybe they figure she’s just as dangerous, monstrous and psychopathic as me, and could also inflict some horrific plague, parasite, abomination or monstrous fate on them? That could actually make sense, now that I think about it.

Either way, we make our way through the chamber, and the rock wall opens up before us once more, and then closes behind us as we get out of the experimentation room, and into the main living area.

“Serpisoria~! Guess what?!” I yell with an excited smile on my face as I look for my snake daughter.

“What is it?!” She yells back from the outside as she enters the cave, only to stop and look at the girl behind me. The much more well-endowed girl behind me, despite the fact Pelia is much shorter than her.

“I made you a sister~! This is Pelia, your new deer sister! What do you have to say to her?” I ask with a smile. I have no idea what she’d actually say, so I’m waiting to see.

“...Hello?” She asks, more than says, as she slithers towards the deer girl, curious and confused, especially at the size of her massive mammaries. They weren’t that much bigger than hers, considering their respective body sizes, but they still looked immense on her much shorter and smaller frame.

“...Greetings, sister?” The deer girl replies with a confused tilt of her head, unsure of how to respond and what to do, the both of them staring at each other in mild confusion, while Serpisoria slowly gets closer to her sister.

“Yeah… you look… pretty.” She said, unsure of what to say to her newfound sister, even as she continued circling Pelia.

“Thank you? I’m not sure how to respond to tha-” She begins, only for Serpisoria to suddenly strike. And by strike, I mean she coiled around her new found sister, kissing her on the mouth and groping her breasts, enjoying the kiss for nearly half a minute before suddenly pulling away.

“Ew ew ew ew ew! What was that?!” She asks as she tries to spit something out, shaking her snake like tongue around like she was trying to get something out.

“What was what?” Pelia asks with a lewd grin that tells me that a maggot had probably crawled into her sister's mouth, and that she didn’t mind it at all. Hot.

“That! You know what I’m talking about! It came from you!” She continues complaining, while Pelia continues grinning even more, a laugh escaping her, before she stifles it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear sister~” She replies, a smirk on her face as she stares at her snake sister, and Serpisoria glares at her for a moment, before turning to me.

“Mother! She did something, and pushed something into my mouth! I feel a bit strange!” She says, and indeed her face is getting a bit redder, presumably from the small amount of arousal that a single parasite could bring. It sadly wasn’t much, so it wouldn’t lead to much, but it was hot.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear~! I’m sure that if you just ignore it, it’ll pass easily!” I say with a shit eating grin on my face that obviously told my daughters that I was shamelessly lying.

“Mooooooooom!” She complains and I just try not to laugh.

I wonder if this will happen again, and if Pelia would eventually ask for more parasites and try to do the same thing again. If she slowly infests her own unwilling sister with parasites, then that definitely means she’s willing to do some fucked up stuff, even if not to the bloody and violent level of experimentation that I do.

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Basement Dwellers

Notes:

You know there were three companions supposed to show up, cause I picked them in the CYOA? But I decided to not just have them suddenly show up out of nowhere and just join up with the MC, but rather that they should be found along the way.

So far, we’re 19 chapters in, and none of them are anywhere to be found, and do not appear to be close by. So, I decided that I am just cancelling them from existence, and taking the 26 points from them back, since they aren’t showing up in the story.

Anyway, have fun with this chapter. I should really make up a map for this as well at some indeterminate point in the future. Probably.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

I slowly descend down the stone stairway, and with each step I take, the stone step behind me rises up into the ceiling at extreme speeds and fuses with the rock there once more, closing the path behind me. I slowly walk like this for a couple of minutes, for no other reason than because my rock magic isn’t actually that fast, nor very long ranged.

You’d think with all these months I’ve been having clones start training with magic, that I would have gotten better at it, right?

Bzzt, wrong assumption! I haven’t popped a single clone yet. So each one of them, outside the one popped by the Necromancer, has been training since I created them. Some of them for months, some for less. But either way, they’re all getting important magical research and experimentation done, even though I am reasonably sure that a lot of the knowledge they are gaining is probably going to be the same knowledge over and over again. Oh well, if that’s the cost of easy knowledge and skill of magic that I don’t have to work for, not even a little, then I don’t mind it too much.

After about 2000 steps down, I finally reach the main experimentation chamber, the wall reinforced several times over with rock magic, with magically juiced up bones, as well as some extremely tough rock honey.

No idea why I did it, honestly. Just decided that this place had to be really really reinforced. It’s not like I’m storing some kind of horrible abomination here. Sure, the Hungering Tentacles are kinda eldritchy adjacent and always hungry, but they would probably be destroyed before becoming a true threat to an actual country. I haven’t actually tested it too extensively, so it’s entirely possible that they do actually have a limit for how much and how strong they can grow before just… stopping? Plateauing? Something like that.

Maybe there is nothing like that, and it can keep growing endlessly as long as it has enough food… but I doubt it a little. Even if that is the case, I’m sure it would probably be a bit more vulnerable to more atypical kinds of magic.

I think it’s entirely possible that some kind of Dimensional or Spacial Mage or something like that could teleport it away to a place that doesn’t have any food and it would just starve there.

Or it’s entirely possible that some idiot could teleport it to the bottom of the Ocean, only instead of dying, it would adapt to the pressure and extreme magic there, and grow to become Eldritch Kraken of Endless Hunger or something like that, and actually become a country-ending threat. Who knows? I’m not letting it out of the cave either way.

Now, ignoring the spooky, scary, hungry tentacles, I also have a bunch of other stuff stored here. Corpses, mutated animals, zombie animals, experiments, abominations, all kinds of stuff like that. It’s very fun. This is basically my basement, where I put all my shit.

“Awww, who’s my cute widdle eldritch abomination~?” I say with a smile at the tightly stretched cadaver of the horse that was being worn by the hungry tentacles. No one, probably not even a blind person, would mistake that thing for a horse. It is bloated, stretched out, parts are missing, the eyes are basically rotted away, nearly all the fur and hair fell off, and you can even see some of the tentacles if you look carefully!

It growls something at me, slobbering all over the place as it hungers for meat, and I just roll my eyes at it, before throwing a huge hunk of meat bigger than my body at it. Immediately, dozens of tendrils exit the rotting carcass and burrow into the meat, digging through it and eating away at it at a rapid pace, the tentacles almost looking like worms and maggots feasting upon a rotting corpse, though the meat I gave it was quite fresh.

I laugh at it as it feasts upon the flesh of the dead bear, digging away at it at a rapid pace, and in less than a minute it has finished its meal. It growled at me, asking for more, but I just waved my finger at it.

“Now now, you know I only feed you once a day. You should learn to pace your meals, instead of eating everything in a single sitting. I even offered to make you a personal refrigerator for food if you really wanted, but you just growled at me and ignored me!” I complain at it, before walking away while shaking my head with annoyance.

It may have tried saying something back at me, but all I got was wild growling and complaints about not getting more food, so I just ignored it and moved towards the next monstrosity in my basement..

The next monster to be found was a massive and incredibly pissed off bee that is aggressively buzzing around its room and bee-ing quite grumpy in general, hissing at me as I walk towards me, even as I hold plenty of blood magic infused honey in hand, its favourite treat.

Its mouth opens up to reveal dozens of razor-sharp teeth as it tries to chomp at me.

“Wish on, buzz boy~” I tell it off with a smile as I throw honey at it, and it stops angrily hissing at me in order to eat its treat, while I stare at its body. A mix of yellow and black, as well as covered in sharp spikes. Its legs also end in sharp spikes, unsurprisingly.

There wasn’t really anything lewd about it, it was just an aggressive, feral and angry abomination that I created to better understand the magic and further my research, and now I’m keeping it here in my basement because I don’t have anything better to do with it, and don’t feel like killing it just to add its body to the piles of bodies I have spread throughout the experimentations chambers.

Doesn’t mean that it’s endless well of anger isn’t annoying. I’m not sure if I’ll even try to make a soldier bee or if I’ll just have a worker monster bee model and leave it at that. One thing for certain is that this one and the prospective worker bee that builds structures and provides nourishment will be completely different.

“...Actually…” I stop myself in place as I look at the bee boy, though calling it a bee boy isn’t actually accurate, now that I think about it. It’s a monstrous, flesh crafted abomination that doesn’t really have a gender, and just wants murder and carnage. Ignoring that, though, I decided something right now.

“You’re kind of annoying, and you’re probably not going to be any more useful to my research, so…” I tilt my head, cheery, malicious grin sprouting on my face as I look at the monstrosity in front of me. “You might as well act as food for Mr Hungry Hungry Tentacles, since I’m still actually curious about it, unlike you.” And with that I leap forward, my claws crushing its head into paste with a simple grab. Its body slumps down in my grip without the opportunity to do anything, or even properly register the death.

“Yoohoo~!” I call out to the corpse. Or to the tentacles inhabiting that carcass, if I’m being more accurate. It stirs a little, more tentacles leaving it as they reach towards me, and I yeet the dead bee towards them with a smile on my face, and the tentacles are already digging through flesh before the remains of the bee monster even hit the floor.

“Have fun with that! You’re not getting any more today, you glutton, you!” I call out to it as I walk away from it, and start walking towards the next monstrosity that I have stored here. None of them are actually dangerous to me, of course, but they could be dangerous to my daughters or something else that is important, so that means putting them down here, even if several of them aren’t enough of a threat to deserve being locked down her in my basement for an indeterminate amount of time.

The next monster is a… weirder one, though it is less constantly angry at everything in existence. It’s quite agreeable and obedient, if only because it doesn’t have a mind, but let’s not get muddied in details.

It is a quite large deer. An incredibly large deer even. Larger than a moose, that’s for sure. And not by a small amount. It’s also rotting and kinda dead. Or undead, I suppose.

Yeah… I kinda tried to turn a deer into a monstrous flesh abomination, and I kinda succeeded… mostly. It grew larger, more aggressive, and its antlers grew alongside it. Now it has truly massive antlers, growing upwards like tree branches. The only problem is that while the branches grew up, like trees… they also grew ‘roots’, like trees. So that means that they kinda penetrated or perforated through its own brain as they grew downwards, and thus killed it.

Not to worry, though! I still had a use for its body, so now it’s back as an undead. Does it have a mind anymore? No, but that doesn’t matter! It’s here, and that’s all that matters.

Anyway, other than the fact that it has a massive pair of antlers, there’s also something else cool about it. Mainly, the massive orb of pulsating and sparking necromantic magic between its antlers. It constantly twitches and pulses with energy and lightning, of the necromantic kind, and its antlers act as lightning rods, absorbing it and adding the energy back into the orb of magic.

It was my first attempt at an undead creature capable of casting magic on its own, and it is fairly successful. It can shoot out lightning that rots, decays and putrifies whatever it hits, it can shoot out rot bolts that basically do the same, but while they are slower and weaker, they also take less energy.

It can also create a shield of green energy, though it isn’t that strong or useful, really. It’s probably a waste of energy, if I’m being honest. It might as well not bother with that, since it would be probably more useful to just attack. But there might be some situations in which shielding would be more useful than attacking, so fair is fair.

Of course, not to mention that the undead monstrosity can also make other undead monstrosities, because of course it can. Why wouldn’t it be able to make zombies or skeletons, it’s a magic zombie deer! It would be really dumb if it couldn’t create undead, as far as I’m concerned.

“How are you doing buddy?” I don’t give it a pat, because I don’t want to feel its rotting flesh and the smell isn’t too great either, so I just don’t bother with it.

The zombie deer, being a zombie deer, doesn’t reply to my question. Because of course it doesn’t, it’s a mindless construct of necromancy. I don’t think I’m skilled enough to make a sentient undead quite yet.

But when I can… I’ll probably make one just for the specific purpose of being bred and filled with eggs over and over again. Mostly because that sounds pretty hot.

Anyway, moving on from the dead deer, it doesn’t take long to get to the plague roach.

That’s the best name I managed to come up with. It’s the first cockroach I ever experimented on, and I just keep feeding it plagues and stuffing more diseases into it, as many as it can fit.

It’s probably not very healthy, considering that it is vomiting green, glowing goop every couple of minutes, and leaves a trail of possibly radioactive, cursed green wherever it goes, and is probably cooking up new strains of diseases inside of itself that I couldn’t even think of.

I’m not sure how I am going to introduce the lewd disease or diseases that I want and have them overwrite all the others. Because I want women to mostly survive diseases, since they’d be the main force of new insects.

So if this little monstrosity gets too plagued to be able to actually have sex with women without killing them… well, I guess I’d have to scrap it, even if I don’t want to. But hopefully it doesn’t ever get to that point, since it would be… unfortunate.

“How are you doing, you cute little bugger?” I ask with a smile as the horrific monstrosity in front of me gurgles out something, before spewing some more toxic, noxious green sludge onto the ground. Kinda disgusting, not gonna lie.

“Who wants some… carcass!” I say with a smile as I hold up a dead wolf, and the cockroach happily burbles out something.

I don’t actually know if it did that happily, honestly. It could be crying out in pain and excruciating agony right now, and I’d have no idea about it, because it’s a fucking cockroach. I can’t identify its emotions, not even a little bit.

What I can do is throw some wolf meat at it and hope for the best. So that’s exactly what I’ll do.

“Have a treat!” I shout with a grin, before throwing the carcass at the cockroach. It quickly starts to tear into the meat with its greenish, incredibly diseased and plagued mandibles, the meat it’s sinking its mandibles into already starting to turn more green, and slowly spreading from that point at a rapid pace.

“Have fun with that!” I yell out as I wave at it, before moving on to more monstrosities.

It’s been a bit since she had started working with magic and with Living Carapace, as she had taken to calling the material the sword and armour are made out of, but her progress was definitely noticeable and exciting so far.

She was pretty sure that she’d maybe be able to actually start selling the stuff to customers! As long as they don’t try to pry inside of her works, they won’t even realise they are kinda biological products.

They don’t really breathe, eat, sleep, or feel, but they are biological and kind of living nevertheless. She was currently wearing a pair of gauntlets made out of it, and even if they sometimes squirmed on her hands, since they had gained a bit of sentience with how much magic she was channelling through them, they were still some of the most useful things she had made!

Sometimes, teeth or mouths grew on them when she wasn’t using them. She’s pretty sure she even saw an eye on them one time, but it had disappeared pretty quickly. Mailyn didn’t even really consider the possibility that she had been wrong about seeing that eye though.

She’s also made herself a suit of armour out of Living Carapace, though she didn’t really use it much. Mostly in the case of an invasion or war getting this far into the Holy Empire, but she really doubted that would ever happen. Still, the paranoia didn't bother her too much, even if she could have made other stuff out of that material.

Now, the ringing of metal on metal sounds throughout the room as she works her hammer made out of Living Carapace on the piece of Living Carapace on her anvil. It was quite convenient and useful, her hammer. Before she had made it, everything had been much harder, she had to infuse her hammers with magic just to reinforce them enough to actually work with the material, but they still broke quite often, much to her annoyance.

Thankfully for her, she had thought of making her hammer, and managed to create it with a not insignificant amount of difficulty, but she’d managed. It had lasted quite a bit, and she expected it to last quite well into the future. Mailyn wasn’t sure for how long, but she was pretty sure it would last at least two or so decades. Though probably more, if she was being honest.

‘Thunk Thunk’ The sound of knocking, however, interrupts her forging, and she pauses for a moment, before walking to the door leading to her forge, and looking through the hole to see who’s in it.

Mailyn wasn’t sure who she was expecting, but it was just Aki and… the dragon girl who’s name she had forgotten already. Nevermind that, though.

She opened the door and allowed them into the room, the fox girl bouncing towards her with a giddy smile, while the dragon girl just rolled her eyes with a grin on her face as she entered the room, looking around with mild curiosity.

“How are you doing, Mailyn?” Aki asks with a smile as she hugs her much more muscled and strong ‘friend’, nuzzling her face against her sweaty bust with a mildly smug smile.

“Good, good.” The inventor and blacksmith says absentmindedly as she closes the door behind the two of them, locks it, and then walks back towards her forge, all the while Aki continues snuggling against her breasts without a care in the world.

“The sword and armour are quite useful, as I’ve said before.” Mailyn continues as she gets back to working the material, her mostly-not-fleshy hammer once more being used to hammer the Living Carapace into proper shape. Or at least the shape she wants for it.

Aki blushes even more at her words, and tries not to think about what happens here, while also wishing to be part of whatever happens between the living armour, sword and Mailyn, and to be there alongside her as she gets tentacle fucked.

“Ah, that’s good~” Cheerily says the dragon girl with a saucy grin on her face as she looks at the living armour and sword motionlessly laid down on the table, sauntering towards one of them and sitting next to them as she stares at them. “Did you also have fun with them in your free time~?”

The fox girl gets even redder at the question as she imagines the muscled, busty form of Mailyn being railed and coiled in tentacles, her holes being railed and penetrated until she’s completely…

She shakes her head and tries to ignore the horniness she feels, even if it’s not doing that good of a job at it.

“Hm… perhaps a tad, though nothing beats the joy of forging and tinkering.” The pinkette says with a brief pause and a smile, before going right back to hammering and magicking the piece of living material into the proper shape that she wants, all the while studying the flow of magic and mana through her material, work, room and instrument as she continues with her efforts.

The two other girls shared a glance, a mix of surprise and amusement. This wasn’t the first time one of them had asked the question, and it wasn’t the first time that Mailyn had answered that her smithing and tinkering and inventing was more important and superior to tentacle sex. They were both still surprised with her restraint, since they spent more than 12 hours each day getting rammed by tentacles and also giving birth to tentacle spawn.

But the dragon girl simply shrugged, ignoring her surprise at the focused blacksmith, still more interested in her craft rather than sex. And Aki simply silently nodded, before going back to enjoying the soft bosom of Mailyn, who continued acting as if she wasn’t there.

I happily skip out of the basement, sealing the wall behind me after climbing back out of there. The first thing that I see upon my return is my… daughters squabbling once more. Truly, they don’t get along at all… except for when they kiss and grope each other, before Serpisoria remembers that Pelia has plenty of parasites she is willing to share, and that are very eager to be shared.

“Stop shoving your goddamn maggots down my throat, you freak!” The snake daughteru complained as she shot a glare at her sister, who simply shrugged her shoulders and smirked.

“Not my fault, they do whatever they want. Really, if you didn’t want parasites crawling into your mouth you shouldn’t attempt to kiss me so much. It’s your fault, really.” Mercilessly replies the deer girl who walked closer to her own sister, who simply glared at her.

Of course, I have to step in once more to remind them to play nice. And also that Serpisoria is absolutely going to get filled with parasites and become addicted to them at some point, whether she wants to or not.

I don’t tell that to her face, but it’s there. In the subtext. Implied. Kinda, maybe.

“You know that the maggots do whatever they want, whenever they want. It’s not Pelia’s fault that happens, so stop blaming her for it.” Eh, close enough.

Serpisoria turns to me with a mild glare as well, and continues with her complaining.

“But moooooom! Several times the maggots jumped down my throat only a second after I had started kissing her! There’s no way that happened on its own without her noticing at all! She must have wanted to get those parasites into me, or something!”

Hot.

Anyway, ignoring that!

“I’m sure that she would never do that.” I shoot my other ‘daughter’ a glare as she refuses to make eye contact with me, whistling as she stares at one of the stone walls. “Right?” I ask despite already knowing the answer.

“Of course. Obviously.” She says in what might be one of the least believable tones I have heard in my life. I didn’t really care enough about it, since I had gotten an interesting idea for something else to do.

“She’s lying! It’s not even that hard to tell!” Serpisoria complains once more, sending another death glare to her sister, who just smugly grinned back at her.

“Okay, have fun you two! Mom’s going to go run an errand!” I say with a grin as I look through my map and find where I am and also where the nearest city is. “Don’t worry, I’m not going out for milk~!”

The both of them look at each other for a second as a portal opens up in front of me, and I step through it as they try to question me.

“Wha-” One of them begins, only for her sentence to be cut off as the portal closes behind me and I find myself only a short distance away from a walled city. With my amazing eyesight, I easily spot a couple of guards on the walls, and I burst towards them at immense speeds, collecting five of them in less than a second, and then jumping through a portal in less than that second.

Overall, I was gone for less than 30 seconds and gathered five human test subjects. That was faster than I expected, though I don’t really care that much.

“Huh?” “What?” “Where are we?” “What’s going on?” “My back hurts!” They all say all at once, questions and more complaints coming from them as they lay on a tangle of steel and limbs and weight on the floor, trying to disentangle themselves from each other.

“…Mom, why are there several humans in the room?” Serpisoria asks as she eyes the armoured guards, a look of confusion on her face, while Pelia remains silent, even if she also looks at them with confusion.

“Oh, nothing much. They’re just going to act as my test subjects for now~!” I say with a smile, and the two of them glance at each other for a moment, before looking at me once more.

“You… are going to run experiments on them?” She continues with her questions, even though the answer should be glaringly clear by now. Even if she doesn’t want to think about it.

“Yeeeeeep~!” I reply, popping the ‘p’ as I grab all five of them with magic and start dragging them through the air, complaints and curses following after me as I walk towards one of the stone walls and watch it part before me, while the two monster girls glance at each other, before Pelia shrugs her shoulders and decides to ignore it. I assume.

I place all five of them in different cells, cut off from each other, before ripping their armours off of them, and staring at the five humans I had kidnapped, while stare back at me just as much. Most likely more, as they looked at my body with hazy eyes, almost drooling as they looked at my young appearance.

I grin at them as they continue staring at me mesmerised, even as I am thinking of how to use them.

Probably going to try to test some kind of zombie plague on them. Or maybe I should test a wide scale plague and see how easily it spreads when there is no point of contact between them, just through the air?

Decisions, decisions…

Turning to one of them, one of the younger looking ones, I stand still for a second as I think up the spell and disease and what I want from the both of them. Then, I channel magic through myself and use it to form a blob of cursed and plagued fluid, before throwing it at the nearest guardsman, soaking him in magical plague slime.

Suffice to say, that wouldn’t be very good for his health.

Very shocking, I know! The magical plague slime isn’t healthy?! Gasp! The horror!

It didn’t really take long for him to start visibly decaying and putrifying before my eyes, and one of the other guardsmen also noticed their fellow guard dying before his eyes, while the other three continued to stare at me with no thought in their heads, probably.

“Kerlich! NO!” He shouts out as he watches his… friend (?) gasp for breath as his whole body deteriorates at a rapid pace, all the while I continue watching with mild interest as he chokes on pus and blood and tries to keep himself from dying, even as more blood pours from his eyes, nose and ears.

More blood is lost, and the guard just groans with pain and exertion as he continued feeling the disease wracking and ravaging his body, enough that even the other three humans noticed the predicament, and pale as they saw their fellow guard bleeding and coughing up his own insides, as well as oozing with yellowish-green pus from rapidly growing sores and from his eyes, falling like tears.

Then, nearly as soon as they appeared, only after a minute or two, the symptoms stopped. His body stopped being ravaged and decaying away, stopped bleeding, coughing, moving and breathing at all.

A few more seconds passed, and then he groaned, as he tried to lurch back to his feet, stumbling and clumsy movement as he continued moaning and groaning. His four fellows did seem to cheer up a bit as they watched him climbing back to his feet.

“Kerlich! Are you alright?!” He shouts, despite knowing perfectly well that his friend wasn’t alright. Not even a little, with how much he had been bleeding. Of course, optimism and hope were probably better than the cruel reality. Or not.

The ‘human’ guard didn’t respond even a little, just continuing to drip with the blood he had vomited and coughed all over himself, aimlessly groaning as he tried to stay upright and not fall over again.

“Kerlich!” The human continues regardless, reaching for his friend now, pressing himself against the bars of his cell as he tries reaching for his injured friend. “Kerlich!” He cries out once more, and I feel a glimmer of sympathy, knowing that his friend was dead and gone now, and there was only the zombie remaining to puppet that body.

Though after that call, the undead finally decides to respond to the sounds, by snarling and trying to snap his mouth at the extended hand of his former friend, not that he can get his head through the bars in order to reach the outstretched fingers.

The guard pulls his hand back as he stares with surprise at his friend, as he snarls and snaps his rotting yet still standing teeth at him. He looks into the yellowish, oozing eyes of his former friend, the reddish saliva drooling from his gaped, toothed maw. At the ruined, decayed, desiccated body of his fellow man.

“No…” He whispered, staring with shock. “No no no no…” He mutters as he pulls his hands back to himself, staring at them for a moment, before looking back at the snarling and growling beast that had been his friend but a few minutes prior.

He thought of their childhoods, of the times they had spent together through thick and thin. Of the mother waiting home for the dead man, of the lovely girl that had a small crush on the brave guard. Thought of the man with a plethora of friends, the man who was now gone forever from this world

“nononononoNONONONONONONONO-” He continues saying, muttering, shouting at the top of his lungs as he cries out for his friend, still in front of him on his feet, but dead, gone from this world and never to return.

The other three guards look on in horror, shuddering as they stare between the standing corpse, the crying guardsman and me, their looks of arousal and admiration of my form now also holding horror, fear and terror in them as they behold my beauty and realised that I would be killing all of them for my own means.

“Lad…” The oldest of them muttered softly for a moment, looking at the young man crying for his friend, before shaking his head and going quiet once more.

I just grin at them, before moving my attention back to the zombie still mindlessly snarling and groaning. It’s infectious, I’m sure, but I don’t feel like testing that right now. Rather, I want to see how combat effective it is.

I let my gaze roam over the three captured guardsmen, ignoring the crying one. He wouldn’t be able to fight much at the moment, nevermind fighting his own dead friend risen back from the dead. I want to know the strength of the zombie against an armed, skilled, experienced and ready opponent, not against a struggling, emotionally compromised and crying wreck.

“Which one of you is the strongest or most skilled?” I ask the three of them, and they freeze up in fear as they stare at me with a mix of arousal and terror once more.

I wait a couple of seconds, and after receiving no answer, I continue. “Whichever one of you manages to beat this zombie, I will give a clean death to. The other two will meet the same fate as this one.” I say with finality as I point at the infected undead.

The silence stretches for a bit as they stare between themselves, unsure of how to respond. I simply wait, as I continue to silently stare at the three of them.

“If I do this… can you answer me a question as well, my Lady?” Asks the oldest of the three, and the others give him a glance and a bit of a glare. Presumably because they don’t want me getting pissed off at him for asking questions.

Which is fair enough, I just turned one of their numbers into an undead monster for basically no reason. I am a horrible cruel creature that will end all of them for my own purposes of creating monsters to end even more people. Right now I am just using them as research data for how to create monsters that are better at killing humans and everything else.

“Very well, if you manage to win, I will answer you one question, and then kill you.” I say with a nod towards him, and wait to see if he has anything to say. The silence stretches for another five seconds, before he replies.

“Yes, my Lady. Thank you, my Lady.” He says with a bow of respect towards me, and I just nod my head again, before picking him up with my magic, picking up the zombie with my magic, and also picking up all the armour and weapons with my magic.

Then, I take the two of them, along with all their stuff, and shove the zombie into a much larger cell, while also putting the old man on the ground, along with the armour and weapons.

“Take whichever weapon and armour you want. Tell me when you are ready.” I order him, and he simply nods his head in agreement to me, and quickly dons his entire suit of armour, and also picks up the reasonably large warhammer in the weapons pile. Huh.

“I am ready for battle, my Lady.” He says with an almost trembling voice, though in the end he sounds resolute and sure of himself. Ready for his execution, whether at the hands of the undead monster or at my hands.

“Very well.” I answer with a nod, and pick him up with magic once more, and also pick up the undead as well, as I open the door of the massive cage. Then, I place the undead on one side of the cage, and the guardsman on the other.

“Ready. Set. Go!” I say as I release my hold over the both of them, and the zombie instantly starts running towards the old man, just as the old guard starts sprinting towards the zombie, warhammer held at the ready.

In the first clash, the human comes out ahead as he swings the massive weapon at the zombie, hitting it on its side and causing a massive spray of diseased blood and pus to spray forth from the wound, something that would have probably hit the guard if I hadn’t protected him with a brief, invisible shield.

I want to know how they do in melee combat, not if they manage to infect an opponent even in battle, through the damage to their own bodies.

The human guard once more readies himself, before charging the snarling zombie, weapon ready to smash it into a paste. It slams against the undead creature just as it tries to scratch against the guard, its claws briefly trying to dig into the armour. A moment later it simply is knocked away in a splatter of blood and gore, its front once more brutalised by the hit of the man.

He continues pushing the aggressive attack, slamming against the undead creature, striking it against it again and again, smushing its limbs to a diseased paste of disgusting fluids, knocking it back again and again with barely a scratch on him.

It takes less than half a minute for the battle to be decided and ended, my creation finally crushed to a paste, missing one arm and one leg from its body.

I simply shrug at the ineffective monster, before turning back to the old man.

“Your question?” I ask with a tilt of my head, and he pauses for a second as he thinks on the matter for a couple of seconds, simply staring at nothing as he thinks.

“Why did you do this?” He finally settles on asking, and I just let out a brief huff of amusement.

“Easy. Because you were the closest humans I could find to experiment on.” I say with a shrug as I stare at him. He stares back with sorrowful eyes, unshed tears in them as looks back at me.

“But… why?” He asks once more, even if he already got his answer.

“I already answered once… if you want a different answer to the question, why I experimented with people in the first place…” I pause for a moment, before letting out a giggle.

“Quite simple. Because it’s quick, it’s easy and it’s free.”

A moment later, my claws are plunged through his chest and out of his back, his still beating heart held in them.

Notes:

Don’t forget, since the MC is an oppai loli, she looks anywhere between 10 to 14 years old, though with large breasts. And is also one of the, if not the most beautiful and attractive being in existence.

Also, was this scene even a bit emotional? I tried to put it in to show that the mc is absolutely and completely evil, lmao. Hope it wasn’t rendered meaningless/boring since the other four of them died soon after, lmao.
This chapter was early as a gift for Christmas, basically! Merry Christmas!

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