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Hello all, Vaine here with a quick one-shot story for you all. I don't plan on writing more of this specific story but this is an idea that I've had in my demented brain for a long while. I hope you enjoy this. I don't use any characters from TWD comics or show but you can just assume that this is in TWD universe, just some survivors whom we've never seen. Fan fiction I suppose with entirely original characters. If anyone wants to continue this story or write another one similar to it feel free. It's very unlikely that I'll write more of it but hey if I ever feel like it I will I guess. This story contains blood and violence, you have been warned. Also if nudity bothers you, probably not the story for you. Either way I hope you all enjoy. ~Much Love, Vaine Steele -- Season 1: Episode 1 The world... ended like five months ago. Walkers roamed the Earth. Billions died... yet there were still tens of thousands of humans scattered around the globe that were struggling to survive. What? Too dramatic? Kay. My name is Alicia, and I was one of those humans. I used to be a high school girl who dreamed of becoming an archaeologist when she grew up. But all those dreams changed in less than a day... when the fire nation- I mean the undead attacked. Hey now I thought it was at least slightly amusing. Anyway enough jokes lets get to it hmm. My best friends and I have somehow been surviving together since the beginning of this whole apocalypse thing. Kyle, who's a boy a year older than me and Samantha, a girl the same year as me whom we just call Sammy. Anyway we're nineteen, Kyle is twenty, blah blah blah. We made a base outside of a city in Kentucky, basically just took over a high class private school because it had a solid fence around the entire property and we've been living here since a few weeks after this whole thing started. We just survived the brutal winter on probably a few hundred cans of food but now our supplies were growing thin. It has been spring for a week or two, rainy but alot warmer than it was. I couldn't tell you the exact month since well, the internet died a long time ago and none of us cared enough to count the days. Nevertheless we were forced to scavenge for more food, so we drove up to our local Wal-Mart in the morning and planned on looting a shit ton of food. Sadly though, this turned to that and by some unfortunate set of circumstances we ended up being trapped in a second floor office with a single door between us and hundreds of walkers. We've been fighting them for the last hour but there is seemingly no end to them. Kyle ended up having to carve a moderately sized hole into the floor just so we had a place to dump the bodies. Stabby head of walker trapped by the door's barricades, toss body down the hole, rinse repeat. Thanks to some good luck, the only good luck really, the door broke apart in such a way that it would only allow two walkers maximum to crawl in through the bottom of it at any one time. If they all got in at once we'd have died awhile ago. But now you are all caught up to the present. We're so fucked. *** "Alicia! Get the one on the right!" Kyle shouts out to me. "R-Right!" I stammer my words as I smash a hammer against its skull, splattering blood and brains against an already filthy wall of viscera. Kyle is the only one shuffling the bodies into the nearby hole a couple of feet from the door right now and he's been doing so for awhile, like thirty minutes. I can tell he's exhausted. "We'll leave the next few corpses to block the pathway for now..." Kyle breathes deeply. "We have no choice we need a rest. At least I do." And rest we do, once we've killed like four or five more. Enough to be safely barricaded from fresh walkers but as I said before, we're trapped. If we wanna get out of here we'll have to keep killing them and dragging them out of the way until they stop coming. We don't know how long that will take. Sammy and I rotate out sometimes, since only two people can crouch near the door at once done so right now she's just huddled in the corner, trying to stay warm I guess. We all drink some water and have a can of food. After about a twenty minute break, we get back to the amatuer brain surgery. Like forty minutes later is when I first notice it. I have to pee. Not badly mind you but the numbing annoyance of my bladder is noticeable. I don't have time to worry about it though, since we're all just fighting the undead nearly constantly. We need to kill them all, again, anyway so either way I'm not gonna be able to urinate until we escape from here. My mind refocuses on the undead army in front of me and I try my best to ignore my bodily functions. My clothes and red hair are stained with countless blood drops by the way, fucking gross. Gonna need to clean up at home after this for sure. The fact that I wore shorts today doesn't help either since I can feel the sickly blood on my legs. "Kyle? How many more of these things do you think we'll have to deal with before we escape?" I ask as I smash my hammer into a forehead that's blocking our way, causing its gray matter to spray over a nearby walker that was trying to crawl through the barricade. "How the fuck should I know? Probably a few hundred more or so but I'm not sure." Kyle stabs the crawling walker through the eye socket as he replies. I'm getting rather impatient... bad habit I guess. Another hour goes by and yeah my bladder is feeling quite antsy. I'm still focused on killing the walkers but it's super distracting right now. Normally I'd have peed awhile ago unless we were on a car trip or something but yeah... no bathrooms here. My pussy lips around my panties quake ever so slightly as I think about feeling relief. Gah fuck. I can't think about the washroom right now... or I'm gonna go crazy. My anus clutches as I tell my brain to hold onto the piss and my bladder obeys me... for now. God this could be really bad if we're not out of here soon. Why are there still so many walkers?! After about another ten minute break, Sam replaces me for like the fifth or sixth time and she and Kyle kill the monsters for awhile. I'm left to just sit in a corner... with my thoughts and my aching bladder. God this fucking sucks. My brain starts thinking of things that I wouldn't normally think about. Like what my dad would say if I died in an apocalyptic pandemic outbreak... He'd probably laugh his ass off... then cry. My father was an asshole after all but he was still human. After like twenty more minutes of doing nothing I feel awful... my privates are beginning to ache badly now. I tell Kyle I'll start pulling the bodies into the hole and that he can take a break. I need ahh... fucking distraction from my bladder. I pull about a two dozen corpses into the hole before something terrible happens. I'm distracted for like two seconds from a vaginal cramp and a walker grabs onto my shirt. "Alicia!!" Sam shouts in a panic as she tries to hit the grasping hand in front of me. I don't even have time to scream as the walker pulls on my shirt... and rips it clean off of me as Kyle jabs his knife through its head. It only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm now sitting here, terrified... and my best friends can see my pink bra, freshly exposed to the air in the room. I cover up my chest reflexively and curse. "if you're too tired say so Alicia!" Kyle yells as he thrusts his weapon into another walker's eye socket. "If any of you two die I'd never forgive myself!" "I-I'm fine." I lie through my teeth and don't mention my throbbing privates right now that are struggling to hold back the golden army at my bladder's gates. That fucking monster took my shirt off! What the fuck?! I mean yeah my friends and I have spent most of the winter having sex but god damn we're out in public right now! Each and every walker can see my covered breasts now those fucking perverts. I feel ashamed. And embarrassed. And so incredibly aroused at the same time. The horror of being caught completely naked in public washes over me like a wave of heat. What the fuck is wrong with me? God I really really have to piss now... it hurts... but I gotta hold on. Last thing I need is to have an accident right now... that'd just cause my embarrassment to skyrocket. I have to focus on keeping my pee inside. This is no time to let myself off easy. Kyle continues fighting for a little while longer until Sam shouts out to him that they're almost done, she doesn't see very many of them left. I have to resist holding my crotch... I can't let them know I have to urinate this badly... they should be focused on getting us all out of here. After about ten more minutes of agony, the sounds of walker grunts and moans finally dies down and nearly vanishes like five minutes later. We- we can get out of here now? It takes a minute or two for Kyle to clear out a path for us to go. I moan lightly as I do a potty dance and immediately have to stop when Sammy looks at me. Shit. Did she hear me? Kyle crawls under the door first and gives us the all clear after yet another minute or two. Sam goes through next and now it's my turn. Dammit! I dunno how I'm gonna hold onto my piss for much longer as my bladder is seeming to bulge slightly when I look down below my belly button. It really fucking hurts now, like burning molten lead that won't go away. I approach the door and crawl along the ground. The carpet is stained with dried blood and guts it is fucking horrible but I poke my head through the other side easily enough. I continue to worm my way through the narrow gap inch by inch. My upper body is out of there now. Almost... there. *Snug* Are you serious? I'm fucking stuck?! My fat ass is preventing me from coming out all of the way? What the actual hell is happening today?! "Kyle?" I bite my lip as I try not to show how much I have to piss out a river right now. "M- My... butt is stuck. C-Can you pull me out please?" He laughs lightly but grabs onto my hands and pulls... as we all hear a huge rip that may as well be as loud as a fart. I turn my head around and notice that my short shorts got caught in the doorway and were just... torn right off of me. What the fuck! Sam and Kyle both laugh as they realize I'm now in my underwear. "Thanks Alicia I really needed this after we nearly died." Sammy says between laughs as I stand up, flush with embarrassment. I hold my crotch tightly as I feel abit of pee squirt out of my pussy. Oh fuck fuck fuck no not now! Hold your waters! "What's wrong?" Kyle asks concernedly. "I- I really have to use the bathroom... badly." I confess as my cheeks get redder than I ever thought possible. Kyle turns his head away and blushes too. "Oh." Sammy turns to me, with her head at an angle like she's very confused. "Why not just go? We're all friends here aren't we? Who cares if you piss in your panties?" At hearing those words... I feel... so horny. And yet so humiliated. "What the fuck do you mean?!" I bellow. "I mean... no one else is going to see you." Sammy says with a kind of innocent lust in her eyes. "And seeing you thoroughly embarrassed and clutching your privates like that... is very cute." I feel the pee in my bladder beginning to bubble, it'll come soon now! "Well?" Sam presses as she holds onto my arm. Kyle continues to blush but he's staring too. Oh god... they're both looking... waiting for me to piss. Ahh fuck I've held for so long what is the point anymore? "N-No..." I tell them with a whimper. I feel a trickle escape between my legs and dribble around my anus. "It- It's coming! Ahh fuck shit!" I tremble as I move my hands away. I know now I'm about to let it out, the urine is flowing through my vagina like lava. My panties are soaked and feels so divine against my wet labia lips, my thighs are shaking from the intense pressure I'm feeling. I hear Sam's gasp as my stream begins to flow more freely into my undies, creating a warmth around my crotch that I've never felt before. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced... it makes me want to cry as I feel my piss pour into my panties and splatter onto the worn-out carpet below. My pussy feels on fire and my anus clamps shut as my peeing cunt continues its ride on cloud nine. I can't believe I'm doing this right now... but it feels too good not to keep going. My bladder finally gives in completely and doesn't hold back anymore. I moan loudly as I force the piss out of me as fast as possible. It feels amazing... and my two best friends are watching every moment of it. Kyle and Sammy stare at me with awe as I continue to leak into my underwear and I begin to think how incredibly stupid I am to be urinating myself right here. How embarrassing this all is! Yet... it feels too good. I don't know why I feel so turned on from having an accident. I practically cum while thinking about it although I hold myself back. I just stand there, letting my golden lady juice run down my legs into the soaked carpet. It feels so naughty... but also really fucking incredible at the same time. My heart pounds in my chest as the warm liquid doesn't stop gushing out of my panties and I can't do anything but take it. It feels so wrong yet so wonderful. After another minute or two, my peeing subsides and the warmth around my privates slowly fades. I'm left standing there... my face redder than I ever thought possible. Sam and Kyle both have huge smiles on their faces. At least I'm trying to look normal and regain my composure as reality sets in. I nearly cry as I hold my hands to my face. "Don't feel bad." Sam coos. "You're very sexy you know." "Oh..." I mutter out, feeling very self conscious. I turn away to avoid her gaze as my mind tries to come up with a way to escape from this awkward situation. "This should make both of us feel better." Sam turns around quickly and drops her pants and panties in one smooth motion. She's.. mooning me? What?! She's very sexy of course but what's up with her? In the next moment, I have my answer. She sticks her tongue out at me and begins to piss profusely. A stream of golden liquid splatters down onto her jeans and then reaches the carpet within the next second. Her urinating pussy looks so beautiful and inviting... and so incredibly lewd. Sam laughs and continues to let it pour out of her. "Feels so good~~ Ahh fuck..." "Geez did both of you girls really have to go that badly?" Kyle says as he stands beside me to get a better viewing angle of Sam's perfectly cute ass. "Of course!" Sammy blurts as she continues to pee while exposing her rear. "We were in that office for nearly four hours probably, I'm hungry again so it's likely way past lunch time." I wanna admire her ass and leaking kitty more but I see two walkers shambling towards us. There far enough away for us to react though. "I got this." I tell Kyle as I ready my hammer. I trip the one walker on the right with a well timed kick to the shin and slam my hammer into the side of the other one's skull as it seemingly explodes in a cloud of viscera. The other one doesn't have time to stand up as I turn around and yell. "Stop looking at my butt!" I bring my hammer down onto it's cranium twice as it shudders for the last time. I wipe off my hammer with a nearby rag and notice that Sammy is finished peeing. Damn I missed the end of the show. Regardless, after our sexual experience we really wanna fuck but we can't yet. We have to gather food first afterall. We put dozens upon dozens of supplies in our truck before Kyle drives us home. When we get to our base we all make a run for our makeshift bathing room and clean ourselves off... before fucking all of our brains out. Not literally but you know. This was the day when the three of us all found out that we loved to pee near or on each other. It would become our favorite kink in this otherwise hellish wasteland. We would survive. Shit, at this point I'm pretty sure Kyle is gonna impregnate us both soon anyway and we'll have kids to feed as well. I've been learning how to farm, Kyle is knowledgeable with makeshift construction and Sam takes care of our weapons, she's even crafted some. Eventually we'll need more people... who are trustworthy if we're to build something resembling a civilized settlement. But for now... we're just going to enjoy being young and horny.
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Chapter 4: Real Life Pokémon Are Terrifying! My entire upper body is trembling as I'm trying to aim my rifle at this monster before me. A small... but not really, cat.. dog... mutant thing with a mouth full of dark gray fangs and glowing orange-red eyes. It's ears are also very thin, being lit a reddish pink from the sunset coming down from behind it. It's fur is barely there, what is there are dark shades of brown and gray and it's skin is deathly pale, like a turd that's been baking in the sun on the sidewalk for months. Anyway... 'This is supposed to be impossible...' My inner self says but I ignore it. 'We do not understand.' I yell loudly like I'm John Rambo as I pull the trigger and spray the gun wildly. I fire off about 15 or 20 bullets I think, but only three hit the beast. Two of those tore through its head and the creature falls over dead. Phew, what a cliffhanger. Glad that's over. Yup. Completely over. Nothing else is gonna happen. Clickbaited you like a bunch of fools I did. ... 'Run. Now!' I see the creature's head begin to reform itself and regenerate, slowly but surely. "Oh shit. What the actual fuck?!" 'Don't stand here dumbfounded, just flee. Find a safe place to hide.' I grab my backpack and bat and begin to run away but the monster is basically fully healed. It snarls at me loudly and squeals that ear-piercing scream once again. I make a mad dash around the corner but I don't get far. I feel a sharp intense pain in my left leg and collapse flat onto the concrete. I look at it moments later and realize it's no longer there. Fuck fuck fuck! It hurts! It hurts so damn much! Fuck! I look at the monster and notice that it's munching on my former leg that it severed. Deeply angry and in agony while not thinking clearly I shoot at it some more. My rifle makes loud clicking sounds within two seconds. Outta ammo or jammed I don't know which. Dammit. I hit it again in the leg as it slowly... or rather not so slowly it limps towards me with furious hatred. I try to crawl away, but since my leg isn't fully regenerated yet but I can barely move. A car... I see a sealed car... like thirty feet away. Fuck. So close and yet so far right now. I throw my backpack at the fiend to try and distract it. That seems to work... for about ten seconds, giving me the time I need for my leg to basically be functional again but since it's only bone and muscle it feels like it's on fire in a hot tub of acid on crack. I stand up with my bat as a support and begin to hobble towards the car while gritting my teeth tighter than I ever have. I'm twenty feet from the vehicle now, maybe less. At this time I feel another massively sharp wave of pain go through me. Fuck. The creature bites onto my right asscheek, tearing it off along with any clothing that was there. I think it hurts slightly less than losing my leg but at this fucking point I can't tell. I scream again as I turn around and slam my bat into the creature's head as hard as I can. The few thwacks I can do only seem to make it angry though. It swipes at my lower abdomen and literally guts me wide open. It tears out my uterus, I think, and I don't even have the strength to cry out reflexively anymore. I just stare at nothingness in silence as my perception of time seems to slow down. I tumble to the ground again, about ten feet away from the car. Fucking hell I'm so close. My lady parts must be tasty though, since the mutant freak is still munching away at them. I don't know how but I push myself ever further, dragging my bloodied self across the concrete like a zombified corpse out of hell. seven feet. five feet. By this time, The freaking mutt is on my ass again, almost literally. 'Toxic Flatulence Level 1 unlocked.' Huh? My core got an ability on its own? 'Forgive us but this is all we could think of doing, considering our life threatening situation and our lack of a large amount of stored souls. Please don't hate us.' Within the next instant I feel a large excess of pressure in my butthole cavity. Uh oh. I crack out a very loud and lewdly disgusting fart. It's bright green, like in those comic books or some kinda fucking cartoon. It covers up the monster's face in a cloud of stinky and it backs away while shaking its head in discomfort. It also melted away my pants and panties that were still in the way, leaving my anus exposed to the open air. Oh gee thanks. 'Get in the car, the stun attack won't last long. We don't have enough digested food right now for us to make another.' With blisteringly awful pain I pull myself up to the car's backdoor, heh, and it's unlocked. Thank god. ... Actually no fuck you God. God's a dick... and not the tasty kind. I somehow manage to pull myself onto the back seats, adrenaline I guess, and I slam the door shut just as the fuck mutt slams into it, shaking the entire car in the process. I breathe a sigh of relief as I regenerate in relative peace. my open abdomen finishes making my new baby making parts and seals itself up. My asscheek is also back and as furry as ever. I feel very sleepy and I yawn. I'm so tired from all the bloodloss. 'We must not fall asleep. The fight is not over.' Looking at the windshield in terror I notice that the "Hellhound From Dallas" is looking right at me, snarling and drooling a mixture of my blood and its spit all over the glass, eww. It slams it's thick skull on the windshield and it cracks. Oh shit. I look around for some kind of weapon but all I can find is a half broken beer bottle underneath the right front seat. I get an idea quickly but I don't know if it'll work. It's the only one I have though so either this succeeds or I die with my ass exposed in a shitty car. I try to concentrate as the windshield splinters further and looks like a body fell on it from really high up like in those hollywood movies. I wield the glass bottle and take a deep breath. I only got one shot at this. Within seconds it breaks through the barrier and lunges towards me without a second thought. Good. This is just an animal that lacks even basic levels of anthro intelligence. With the last of my strength I plunge my hand and arm deep within the beasts maw as it opens. I push as hard as I can into the upper back part of its throat as the beast clamps down on my arm and the stupidly intense pain is back in full swing. The fiend stops moving though. 'We lodged it in its brain stem? Hmm.. good idea. With a physical barrier stuck in place to the already attached brain, regeneration cannot continue.' "Save it!" I yell loudly. "Help me get my arm out! It's killing me god it hurts so fucking much!" 'We cannot help. Just have to pull our arm out.' Oh fucking hell. This isn't like the last time where my leg and asscheek was just bitten clean off and they were allowed to start healing right away, half of my arm is still attached by muscle, skin and even fragmented bone. This is gonna be the worst pain I've ever felt in my life up until this point isn't it? Fuck off. The universe can go die... in a few hundred trillion years or however the fucking long it's supposed to take. Fuck. I strain with myself for nearly half an hour. I'll spare you the details. Needless to say it was indeed the worst pain of the day... and it was technically self inflicted. I finally pull out my severed and torn up arm and it finally starts to regen up again... and the pain I've felt for what seems like an eternity finally stops. So sleepy... so exhausted. 'One more thing to do before we rest.' Fucking really? 'Go to our backpack, take out our switchblade and pull out this monster's core. Then it'll truly be dead once we break it.' Oh yeah. I literally forgot since the pain was so bad I blocked out everything else. Like a angsty teenager woken up at noon on the weekend, I begrudgingly head out of the car and hobble like a ghoul towards my bag. Not because of pain but because of fatigue. I retrieve out one of my small knives from my bag, which now only has one arm handle thing and has a huge hole in the side of it. I'll have to get a new one later. I walk back very slowly towards the car and begin to butcher the beast. I find a core inside its chest, where one would expect to find it. But whereas my core is supposed to be like a trigonal crystal all nice and uniform and pretty, this core is an ugly mess of shapes. It's like two marble balls smushed together with inconsistent spikes coming out of it. It's also reddish-orange in hue, whereas mine is only just red from what I've been told. 'Break it and we can finally rest. We'll have much to discuss once we're awake.' "Yeah... we will." It crumbles into dust very easily when I squeeze on it, surprising but whatever. Apparently we got 500 soul points from it though so damn. I lay down on my back and try to relax. Honestly at this point, with all the extreme amounts of pain that I've felt today, the backseat of this car is very comfy. It feels like I'm in a 5-star hotel resort right about now. No mortal would ever experience this amount of agony unless they died shortly afterwards. Or I guess they could if they were in hell but then they'd be immortal and not mortal right? Ehh, whatever. I decide to tease myself before I fall asleep, even if only a little bit. I spread my legs by about two inches apart, not much but enough. I then sigh as I let out a little bit of pee. It soaks into my torn up panties and pants and pubic fur and it feels like such a nice reward after enduring the worst day ever. I then hold in my urine for a few seconds by squeezing my clit together and holding my breath, before releasing a little bit more piss and exhaling. I do this several more times, teasing my pussy with my golden nectar and without touching myself as I feel all warm and cuddly inside. I want to play with my clit but I'm too damn exhausted and I just fall asleep into a horny smirk of a dream. *** I'm in a pool in a hotel, naked and surrounded by my fans. Well, I assume they're my fans cus why else would they be here? They're all anthros of various beautiful shapes and sizes. They're wearing bathing suits and I think they're mostly females but there are some dudes amongst them as well. I don't know why I'm the only one naked here but I don't question it, I just enjoy being looked at by random strangers. Feels so nice. They're all touching each other through their swimsuits or making out but most of them are just looking at me lustfully. "You look like a goddess!" I hear a voice shout out in admiration and adoration as my nipples stiffen and my slit begins to excrete lady juice. We're all suddenly in a classroom and I'm sitting on the teacher's desk with my legs spread out wide and my pussy and anus is viewable from so many angles. My fans continue to gaze at me and I continue to get hornier. "Come on everyone, get a closer look!" I shout with a seductive tone. They all shuffle towards me and begin to whisper amongst themselves as they continue to stare at every inch of my nude body. a birdman steps forward more and begins to tease me with a large thick pink cock that's covered in my juices. I moan softly as my black clit lips experience the pleasurable friction of skin contact over and over again. "Ooh! This is so good!" I say to my admirers as the dick slides back and forth across my clitoris. I then feel another pair of hands on my breasts, rubbing up my smooth skin and silky fur before reaching my nipples and teasing them. I begin to leak more girlcum as my onlookers enjoy groping me. The cock then slides down between my thighs and my pussy spreads open to take the entire thing in. It's so long and thick compared to my little slit that I wonder how I could fit such an enormous member inside me. Nevertheless, it forces it's way in with a lewd wet schloping sound. I cry out with warm delight as my virginity is taken. The dick begins to move as my hips start to rock back and forth, riding the big prick missionary style as my nipples continue to get sucked on by both men and women. I then feel my body get even hotter than before and my fluids begin to flow down and collect on my fans' feet and the floor beneath my legs. The inner walls of my birth canal are stretched wide and it feels so good. The dick is making me feel so full down there. I'm moaning and squirming in delight as the penis moves faster and harder. I can feel the pressure building up in my privates as the walls of my vaginal cavern begin to pulse with intense pleasure. I cum and I cum hard as I feel my womb fill up with sperm, it's so sticky and wet but it feels amazing. "Ooh! Lady Vaine is having an orgasm!" One of the nearby women says. I can hear the crowd cheering me on as my pussy convulses around the dick, spraying out more and more juices as the cock continues to pump loads of jizz into me. The anthros around me smile as my body shakes and shivers in pleasure. The dick plops out of me as semen begins to flow out of my creampied pussy. "Wow she's leaking so much!" "That was great!" "So that's what sex looks like..." Those were just some of the comments of my onlookers. We're suddenly on a stage now, like some kind of Broadway play. I'm in the doggystyle position for some reason, bound by loose chains. My ass is up in the air and both it and my swollen vagina are on full display as they're facing the audience. I can see my butt through the large HD monitors that are mounted on either side of the stage. Ahh, mounted. God I'm so fucking wet. "We will now present to you... one of the most beautifully known things in the galaxy... Lady Vaine's butthole!" Some random announcer beside me shouts like we're at some kinda monster truck rally. In fact that's where we are I think. Maybe. There's a loud cheer from the crowd. Lady Vaine huh? I like the sound of that. "Begin!" The announcer says, or I guess orders rather. The lights go dim and the only one on now is a spotlight shining directly on my sweaty fat furred ass. I feel like I could piss out a river. My fans begin to ohh and ahh amongst themselves as my butthole clenches and releases itself around thin air, it almost looks like it's breathing. The audience begins to chant as if they're watching some kind of sporting event. "Ohhhh Lady Vaine, Lady Vaine, Lady Vaine!" My body trembles with arousal. Oh yeah this is what I need. Thousands of worshipers are watching me, seeing every twitch of my pussylips and every crease in my butthole. I feel all warm inside, my clit quivers with excitement as my bladder continues to feel like it's filling up rapidly, like a garden hose attached to a water balloon. I give a cute little moan and am reminded of my first porno video I made on my phone. I guess it was similar to this. With a wicked grin I relax my urethra and feel the pee start to rush forth. It flies into the crowd with great speed, casting a golden shower storm onto everyone below me. I think we're on a cruise ship or something now, not sure. The urine pours from my pussy as I continue to moan loudly, the crowd seems to be enjoying my divine rain that I've brought to them. They begin to shout out "More! More!" over and over again as their clothes and fur are drenched in my urine. The audience becomes even rowdier as I continue to spray out my piss onto my congregation, who eagerly bathe in it while still cheering me on. I feel myself get even hornier and wetter. There's something very erotic about peeing and cumming at the same time, especially when you can't control which comes first. The feeling of my piss running down my legs and shooting into my fans personal space is almost too much to handle. I whimper with delight as my urination rate doesn't seem to change. "Oh yes! You look so sexy when you piss, Lady Vaine!" Jason says with a devilish grin. I can feel his hands sliding underneath my tail to squeeze my butt and my legs are trembling with pleasure. I give an innocent little moan in response, enjoying the personal attention as my piss stream finally starts to die down. I feel my thighs start to quiver as I'm overwhelmed by lustful desire. The smell of pee is very strong in the room but it doesn't bother me at all, in fact the audience loves it and most of them start pissing on themselves and others for fun. Half of them are naked now and most of them are fucking. The air is now filled with hot piss, sweet pussy and erect cock musk, a wonderful combination if there ever was one. I begin to pant in excitement as I feel the hands on my ass begin to finger my butthole. The crowd starts to cheer once again, egging me on. "Do you like that, Lady Vaine?" "Yes!" "You're such a dirty little girl!" "Oh fuck yes!" The crowd continues to scream with delight as the digits enter deeper into my asshole and slide back and forth. My anus is so tight that I'm surprised the fingers are able to fit inside. I cry out with warmth and pleasure and the orgasm builds within me quickly. I can feel every inch of the members and exactly how they're bending around inside my rectum. My clit throbs uncontrollably, the sensation is overwhelming. I begin to squirt out more pee, drenching everything around me. My body is on fire, every part of it seems to be pulsating and I'm so fucking horny right now that I can barely stand it. It feels like I'm about to cum again but I want more and I need it desperately. I feel my hips begin to thrust involuntarily as the fingers continue their work between my asscheeks. I moan with delight as I feel myself approaching another orgasm. I feel a tongue begin to lick up my pee covered slit, tasting its unique flavor and savoring the sweet nectar as it dribbles from my nether regions. The audience cheers louder as they witness me squirt and piss and squirt some more. This goes on for what feels like hours and hours... *** I wake up in a slurry bitch-in-heat kind of daze as more golden nectar escapes my pussy. It's night. I'm half naked in a car and the smell of a rotting catdog monster is beside me. Oh yeah. Hell of a day. What was my dream about again? Some kinda buttstuff? I think I peed alot too? Well I'm pissing right now... so... I don't know I can't remember exactly. Gah. Oh well. 'We were shuddering in our sleep. We had about three orgasms while dreaming.' Hot damn so it must've been something very sexy. 'Probably.' I stop urinating into my soaking tattered panties and barely-there jeans after a few seconds and open the car door. It's very dark and hard to see. Of course it had to be a new moon tonight. I fumble my way across the road, looking for my torn up backpack. I manage to find it after stepping on some sharp glass, ouch. But I grab it and hold onto it carefully, I don't want to let the stuff just come out of the big hole. Get your mind outta the gutter. Oh wait my mind was already there a few minutes ago, whoops. Anyway, I grab the flashlight that still works and take a look at what supplies I still have after that freakish monster attack. Three cans of food are torn open, as are several bottles of water. Great. My two stored away shirts are quite damp since they didn't really get any late evening sun. Thankfully my pairs of ugly panties and bras that were so tightly packaged were untouched so.. yay? That's good. I open the last remaining bottle of water and drink half of it. I decide not to eat one of my two cans of food. I have a lotta shit to do tomorrow to get my supplies back. I take off my shredded denim jeans and yellow underwear and throw them away. I open a pack of panties and put on an ugly pair of pink ones. They're ugly because there're the blistery skin pink color and not the neon bubblegum kind that's cute. Oh well. My tattered tank top is also torn but not ripped apart completely like the other pieces of clothing were, so I'll keep wearing it for now I guess. I walk back into the backseat of the car and try to get some sleep, but I'm unable to. It's not like I can really go anywhere in this situation anyway, so why bother. I turn around to try and rest my head against the rear window. This doesn't do anything to help either. I close my eyes and focus on calming my breathing, I guess my body is just waiting to see if anything else will happen. It's at this point when my AI core and I have a long conversation. 'We suppose we want to talk now?' "Sure. Thanks for saving me with that fart powerup or whatever. Although now it sucks that every time I pop one out I'll have to be worried about poisoning someone." My core stays silent for what feels like a long while, like it's staring at me guiltily even though it has no eyes. "Ok. Say it. What the fuck are you hiding from me now?" 'We suppose now is a good time to show us the HUD. If we wish to activate it again just think about it and it'll show up.' Something like a bright LCD screen, but completely see-through, comes across my range of vision. It's visually striking and yet I feel no need to close or squint my eyes. It's basically like the pause menu of a generic RPG or something. "Of course you were hiding yet something else from me. I shouldn't be surprised." 'We were going to explain it to us the day we met but we refused to talk about it at that time and said we'd discuss it later. Later is now.' I sigh, mildly annoyed but still with abit of understanding. I recall indeed saying something like that when it came to displaying my soul counter somewhere within my line of sight. -- Soul Power(SP): 598.12 -- That's what is displayed in the bottom left corner of my vision with the HUD up. There's also my heartrate and blood pressure displayed in the top right, along with a red bar that wouldn't look out of place basically any video game that displayed your HP. Although I'm informed that this is basically my blood counter, that if it drops too low, we lose consciousness and my AI Core has to reboot me or whatever. I also have a green and blue bar, for a total of three. I'm not sure what those would be. If this were a video game I'd assume they'd be stamina and mana counters but this is real life. There's no numbers or letters beside any of these bars so, who knows what they are. 'Our green bar shows how much nourishment we need and our blue bar is how much we need to sleep to stay adequately functional. These are just estimates though and won't always line up with how we feel.' Ahh, ok. Makes sense. My green bar is like 75% full and my blue one is about 95%. Explains why I can't fall asleep right now I guess. There are also four submenus that I see in the top left, which I assume lead to other information. Overview Skills Status Effects Internet Browser Huh. Wait what... you mean to tell me I have built in wi-fi or some shit? What the fuck?! 'Something like that.' Wow. Way to be a dick and not tell me that before. I'll look at that later, for now I take a quick glance at the other menus. Overview Reaper Number: E-237-NIN Reaper Name: Vaine Steele Gender: Female Age in Native Planet Time : 18 years, 2 months, 13 days. There is a bunch of other info but it's all rather bland and basic shit. I guess it's like my merchandise information for my owners or something, if I had any. Which I guess I do, the mysterious Creators... ohh, spoopy. Skills Cold Resistance Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of cold resistance. Digestive System Rework Level 1: Converts solid waste into liquid urine. Does not effect gas. Increases urination rate by 300%. Regeneration Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of core body regeneration. Does not nullify pain. Quick Reflexes Level 3: Provides a low amount of above-average dexterity. Soul Energy Resistance Level 3: Provides a low amount of resistance to the negative effects of soul consumption. Thick Skin Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of defense. Nullifies pain very slightly. Toxic Flatulence Level 1: Turns expelled anal gas into a very weak poisonous gas. Next to each skill, besides regeneration, there's an option to turn them on or off. Seriously? What the hell? You mean I can turn OFF abilities at any time? That's... actually convenient if I wanna have a uniquely sadistic ability on every so often for my victims but off for the rest of the time. I start to get really wickedly sexual execution ideas in my head and I grin. 'Please don't.' I can't help but laugh at myself. It's whatever, plenty of time to kill fools with sexual things once I have all the basic abilities I want. I turn off my toxic farts, sorry boys, but I leave everything else on for now. Next up, I check out the third menu. Status Effects In Heat: Feels constantly horny due to age/time of year. There's a few minor and boring effects but that one sticks out to me. In heat? Really? I guess it makes sense but damn I kind of forgot it's that time of year. For those that don't know, anthros, especially females who're going through puberty who're young and breedable, experience unending desires to fuck at certain times of the year. For my species, a foxmorph, that time runs roughly from May to August. I can't believe I forgot about this. But ehh, it's the end of the world or was so I was distracted most of the time. In fact it was two years ago when I first felt these feelings, a few months after I turned 16. I mostly suppressed them though since as I've said before I had no desire to be intimate with anyone. I mean yeah I touched myself sometimes but I grew bored of it quickly. My first orgasm was the first day I was a Reaper... I had no idea what sexual pleasures I was missing out on at the time. But oh well. I guess that explains why I've been so horny around Jason. Only boy for literally miles upon miles around... and I have a primal need to have his dick in me. Gah. I've heard that heat in anthros usually stops around age 25 or so... but who knows if that'll be the case now that I'm a Reaper. It's just something I'll have to deal with I guess. At least it's nice to know what's going on with my body and to have... some kind of explanation at least. I've never felt quite the same since I died and well, came back as a new me. But oh well, I can only move forward. I take a look at the fourth and final menu option. Internet Browser Browse the Internet? (Y/N?) I think yes of course and within almost an instant a webpage is within my full range of vision. It's a search engine by the name of Mojeek. Huh. I guess Google, which is mostly an American company, no longer exists. With just a little bit of research I find out that Mojeek is a UK search engine. USA has basically gone to shit with complete anarchy taking over almost everywhere, despite Dallas Texas being the only city hit by the Sentinels. Mass panic set in I guess and my country apparently just destroyed itself from the inside out. Yikes. During that chaos, Russia took over Canada, Brazil and Mexico are locked ina bitter mostly naval war in the Caribbean Islands and China has forced itself into all of Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan all at the same time, with Japan somehow holding them back from their lands. There's a few other major wars now but god damn the world is in turmoil right now. Like world war 3 started and ended in several places at once. Only Europe seems to be holding it together although just barely. So much panic over a single alien spaceship, which apparently no one outside of Dallas has lived to see so... guess that makes me special. I spend the rest of the night just getting one huge info dump thrown at me one after another and within hours, the sun begins to rise. I need to take a break from the internet so I get out of the car, stretch my legs and take a nice long morning piss while staring at the sunrise. I spend the next few days finding another backpack, more food and water.. and pants. As I continue to explore the eastern edge of the city, I notice that the desert is already trying to take over the area. Alot of sand that has blown around which would normally be cleaned up, has been allowed to gather and collect in various spots. Most of the smaller roads that I see that used to lead out of the city are now mostly covered in dirt and specks of stone. Nature is taking over again it seems. Oh and the alien ship that attacked Dallas on April 17th? You know, the one filled with Sentinels? Yeah it's still up there just... hovering ominously. What? Did you think the chapter was over now? Nah man, I just wanted to show another picture. Jabaited son. I found this one online, which was some random artists interpretation of what the ship looks like. But since no one outside of the city knows what it looks like, they had to make it up. Trust me bud it's not an airplane, I'm looking at it and it's more of like... I dunno, a giant floating manta ray with extra wings? Fins? I dunno. It's hard to describe it when I try to. Dammit why'd I have to remember my embarrassing childhood drawing? Don't publish that get it away! Enough with the pictures! Man... learn to not spam the chapter you stupid writer you. Ahem... Point is, the picture of the spaceship looks kinda cool so I'm sharing it. It'd make a cool poster if I still had a stylish bedroom to put it in. Anyway... moving on. I don't have a weapon so... I need to find... something. My bat that I used for the last time against that mutant dog freak fell apart during that fight so... yeah. Plus my jammed rifle I just left it behind because I have no idea how to go about fixing it. I've got nothing to defend myself with right now and that could be a huge problem if I run into something else that was somehow mutated by the Sentinels. My core and I have been discussing what could have created the monster over the last few days. The jist of it is that we're baffled. Such a beast shouldn't have been able to evolve the way that it did, since the infection process is only supposed to effect anthros and not well, other lesser instinct driven animals. Our best guess was that a desperate cat or dog or.... carnivore ate some kinda nasty infected rotting flesh and it somehow survived and mutated. But as I've said, that's supposed to be impossible. Alas, it's a mystery I cannot solve right now so, may as well not dwell on it. I can only prepare to fight the next one I face. I'd like a blade of some sort that's not my small knives. They're not ideal for fighting with in the slightest. I continue to explore the city for about a week and I don't really find any sorta weapon. I found a crowbar in good condition and a few more combat knives but no swords. Typical for 2008 I guess, we're not in the middle-ages anymore. Still I'm frustrated and horny. I haven't masturbated for a while now and I'm feeling skittish. *** It was in this state when I came across him. A fresh body, or mostly fresh at least, of a young male anthro with white fur and specks of green thrown in around his tail and fingers. There was a massive concrete block where his head used to be. Viscera is scattered all across the sidewalk and road, which are pieces of what I assume used to be his head. Ahh, Jason. looks like you "died". Shame. Oh I don't feel bad at all, I'm just saying shame as kind of a joke. Ahahahahaha! The loser died! Ahahaha.. ahem. Oh this is joyful. If my phone still had power I'd snap a picture or three right now. 'He's still alive, he'll regenerate once his core completely detaches from his current body, which could take weeks or months. He just can't grow a new head right now with his neck pressed directly up against that slab of rock.' Makes sense I guess. Still, he stinks. Like really badly. Oh wait he's rotting. Duh. Like a cat who's too curious for their own good I move in closer. I notice he had a big hiker's backpack with him so I rummage through it to see what I can find and holy hell I've hit the jackpot. He has a sheathed sword with him. No I'm not talking about his rotting dick, eww fucking gross, I don't wanna think about that mental image right now. Fuck me my brain sucks. Anyway, looking closer at the blade I notice that its hilt is a replica of Andúril, Flame of the West. (Don't sue me please Simon, thanks.) How do I know what sword this is imitating? Because I've watched Lord of the Rings too damn much like the nerdy gothic girl I am. I wield the blade and accidently cut myself. "Still sharp." I retort. Ok I'm done with referencing Lord of the Rings now. Sean Bean is hot. I mean what? I strap the weapon to my belt, now I'm a proper knight or rouge or whatever. I'm about to walk away and leave my rival here to rot and reform whenever but I stop myself in my tracks. I notice a faint red glow coming from his chest underneath his filthy shirt. It's kind of a pretty sight in an otherwise grisly scene. Ahh, fuck it. Without doing much thinking I take one of my knives out of my pack and cut deep into his chest cavity. It doesn't take long for me to pull out his crystalline core from his bloody torso and I just hold it up in the afternoon sunlight, looking at its neon-like crimson shine. 'We don't recommend eating him. If we are caught which we are 99% certain to be, the Creators will imprison us and harvest us for breaking one of their established rules.' "But if we do... we'll gain his power right? Didn't he brag about having close to a million souls worth of strength? That'd be huge for us." 'Indeed it would be.' I just continue to hold it up for awhile as I stare at it in a rather hypnotic gaze. It's like it's... calling to me. Like there's something about it that is telling me that if I consume it... that everything I ever wanted will come to me. And I want so many things I can barely keep track anymore. I lick my lips, I don't know if it's out of lust or hunger but whatever. I could do it. I should just eat him. Who would miss one random asshole like Jason anyways? I wouldn't that's for sure. The fucker stomped all over my dignity the day we met so why shouldn't I just consume his soul? That'd be the ultimate fuck you right? As my mind continues to wander to dark and selfish thoughts, memories of my parents flash through my brain. Why? Why now? My hand wavers slightly as I turn my gaze away from the crystal core. I remember... anthros that I used to love and who loved me. For some reason brief flashes of my former life that I've chosen to forget come to the forefront of my consciousness. I lose the will to stand and I plop down on my ass with a thwomp and I'm sent back to reality. I drop Jason's core by accident and it begins to slowly regenerate itself now that I've let it go. I rub my sore buttcheeks as I stand up, trying to not vomit at the sight of someone reforming in front of me from the inside out. I'm glad I let it go too, because it's only now when I notice all the Sentinels around us, more so around me. If I had eaten him they'd probably would have torn me to pieces. Damn. It doesn't take very long at all for the hairy slime mold flesh pile in front of me to look like Jason again and I kinda grin uncontrollably once I realize he's naked. Of course he is, his clothes aren't going to regen too. I look down to his crotch out of sexual curiosity, expecting to find the thick cock that he's fucked me with in my dirty dreams. What I see though... makes my face contort into an expression I can't explain. His cock is tiny. It looks like a pencil poking out from between two fingers... if those fingers were severed and just the tips existed. God damn, for someone with such a large ego, he sure doesn't have anything to back it up- Oh. Wait was he an asshole asshat from planet Ass because of his small flagship dick? Nah that can't be the only reason. Maybe he hated me at first because I'm a woman and other women have laughed at his spicy man-meat? Possibly. He wakes up about fifteen seconds after his body has fully formed again and his red irises are staring directly at me. "Whoa whoa. What the fuck?" Jason blurts out, almost in a panic. "Relax." I say with a smirk. "Your head just got crushed... I assume about a week ago. I pulled out your core so you could regenerate up a new body. You're welcome." He looks down at his privates and notices that he's fully in the nude. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouts at me as he covers himself up with his hands. "Geez well, good morning to you too." I tease half-heartedly. Seeing him like this is hilarious and fun. It feels nice to get back at him after how much of an asshole he was when we met close to a month ago now. Jason looks around for a moment, noticing all the Sentinels around us and noticing his own former rotting corpse. "Why didn't you just pull my body away from the concrete block and let me regen in my original body?" He mutters to me, still clearly pissed off and embarrassed that I saw his junk. "Really?" I tilt my head sarcastically. "You wanted those clothes stained with your rotten flesh, piss and shit to be around your balls and nipples when you woke up? Well I mean whatever your kinks are sure but damn you'd be freakier than I am if you enjoyed all that." "Ugh. Why don't you just get lost already! I'm not interested in talking bullshit with you right now. Could you give me some fucking privacy?" Jason snaps, still clenching his balls like a madman. I chuckle before answering. "I've already seen your little member. You've got nothing else to hide from me." I smile as I watch Jason's face slowly transform from one of rage into a blush that makes me feel a warm tingle deep inside my nethers. Oh fuck taunting him feels so good. "You know..." I say as I turn away from him with my arms crossed. "You could have stayed in my bed that night at the motel. But instead you ran away before I even woke up. For someone who said once how your so much better than me... you seem to be pretty fucking messed up yourself." He snorts and turns his head to the side as he rummages through his backpack for some clothes. "Whatever. Fuck off." He bluntly says. "I don't need another bitch in my life telling me how shitty I am." "So I was right?" I blurt out. I cover my mouth once I realize what I said. Guess a recent girlfriend or something pissed him off afterall. Man I should be a detective. "Right about what?" Jason says as he puts on some boxers and a undershirt. I turn to face him again as I reply. "Nothing. Forget I said anything." I manage to say, somewhat embarrassed. Why am I hesitating now? The fuck is wrong with my emotions? He's the asshole who called me a shitty toilet licker or something, why am I feeling this way? Dammit Vaine. Jason looks over towards me and notices me staring at him. I can almost see his brain thinking over his response as he stands up and dusts off a pair of ragged jeans that he puts on. He's not going to deny that he's an asshole because we're enemies... but I'm pretty sure he won't be saying anything about him being a coward. He doesn't have the guts to tell me how he feels, if he has any romantic feelings like I have. Maybe if I give him enough rope he'll hang himself for real this time. Dammit why'd I remove his core? I should have just let him rot here and given myself time to catch up to his power level. "Listen... I know I've been pretty much an asshole towards you since we first met. I said I was sorry back at the motel. Or did you forget that?" Jason intones. "I didn't forget." I respond. "Your apology just didn't feel authentic since you just left the next morning without an explanation." He sighs heavily and crosses his arms. "Alright, whatever." He says simply as he walks away from me towards the east side of the street. "We'll leave the past behind us for the moment. We've got more important things to do right now." "Wait... what things?" I look at him all confused. "You've not run into one yet? The monsters with mutated Sentinel cores inside? Of course you haven't, you'd be dead." He looks at me bluntly, almost with pity. "Hey now fuck off I killed a freakish dog thing like I dunno, eight days ago? Seven?" I curse him out. "Yeah well, somebody had to make those, someone inside the city. We need to find out who and stop them, or at least get them under our control." Jason states with a rather official tone. "So... what you wanna team up?" I sigh. "You told me a few minutes ago to get lost." "I know, sorry." He replies in a half-mumble. "It's probably safer if we travel together, at least until we find and kill whoever is trying to make our lives more difficult." "Ok fine." I give in. "But I'm keeping your fucking sword. Think of it as payment for pulling you out of the rubble." "That's fair." He laughs. "I have several more at my homebase anyways, we'll stop by there first." Of course he does. And so, we headed out. We spent several days together just exploring and looting. No fucking or kinky stuff though, Jason and I basically felt like siblings or roommates or something. If he felt attracted to me he sure as hell didn't show it. Regardless, on like our ninth day as temporary allies, we came to a crossroads in the south-east section of the city. Before we even realized the immense danger we were in, a loud booming sound flung through the air. We looked up just in time to see a missile hit a nearby skyscraper... and we were pretty much right below it.
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Chapter 2: OP Powerup Method or Life-Threatening Insanity? I am deeply disturbed by what I am seeing. Some kinda pulsing red alien egg thing, I don't even know what to make of it. It looks so gross and ominous and yet doesn't seem to smell like much of anything. On top of that it seems to be defying gravity itself, that or it's loosely clinging to a side of a building, hard to tell from this angle. "Hey me!" I shout rather strongly. "Do you know what the fuck this thing is?" 'No. But we think us have an idea. It's full of soul energy. Our theory is that the Sentinels transported hundreds of infected bodies here, refined them and put them into storage for use by Reapers.' "I'm sorry but what the fuck?" I blurt out. "You telling me that there's hundreds of anthro smoothies just floating around inside this alien ball sack without a penis? I think I may actually throw up." 'We won't know until we try. This may be a way for us to finally get enough soul energy for some abilities.' "Dammit me and my... logic." I sigh. "But how do you expect me to get up there?" 'If we go to the second story window we should be able to reach the goo from there.' "Perfect." I say sarcastically. I make my way into the nearby structure, which is a torn up parking lot with several floors. I walk up towards the incubating cocoon while I start getting seriously sick to my stomach. As I get closer I can see it pulsating and bulging like it's an overgrown tumor. Gross. I start to notice bloody skid marks below my feet, all of which lead to the alien sack of flesh. "Oh, hell." I groan and take a moment to vomit onto the ground. The liquid inside looks like mostly blood but mixed with greenish-yellow goop and something that could be considered a semi-solid form. The jelly seems to have the consistency of thick mud or wet cement or something but it still doesn't have a scent to it at all. "You really think eating this will give us soul power?" I question while trying to back myself out of the corner I made for myself. "I'm not really feeling it." 'It's not like we'll die. Just try it.' My inner voice urges me on and I sigh. I stick my hand inside. It feels like weeks old soggy cum that was boiled in a pot on the stove. Dear god it's like the least pleasant feeling in the world. I really really don't wanna eat this. But I force my eyes closed and bring a chunk of it to my face and gobble it down quickly. It feels... not as bad going down my throat. And it tastes... like nothing. Huh. Strange. 'We gained 25 soul energy from that amount of... what did we call it? Anthro Smoothie? Sure let us go with that.' Twenty five?! Are you kidding me? One mouthful of this tasteless shit is the same as killing twenty five fucking people? What the shit? ... Where has this gross shit been all my life?! This is fucking awesome! I scarf several more handfuls down and nearly choke as I cough violently, the eggsac storage thing has shrunk by maybe five or ten percent. 'Digestive System Restructure Level 1 unlocked.' The AI Chirps in an official manner. 'Wha- What was that?" I ponder. 'That was the ability we requested the day we met.' My inner voice replies. 'We will no longer have to go poop. But as a consequence your urination rate will rise to about 300% of what it was previously.' I shout for joy. I've unlocked my first superpower! And... I chose something silly. Oh well. I'll just be happy that I'll never have to wipe my ass anymore, I guess except to clean cum and sweat off of it. But yay! No more smelly butt stuff! As I jump through the air excitedly I feel a large excess of gas exit my anus and I fart so loud that it echoes throughout the parking garage. "What the hell?" I scream with embarrassment as my foul odor reaches my nostrils. "You said I wouldn't have to shit anymore!" 'Correct. We'll no longer excrete solid waste. We didn't say anything about gas. To do so, we'd probably have to level up the ability to level 3 or 4. Something like that would be fairly complicated and require a lot more souls to unlock.' I kinda laugh half heartedly at that explanation. Of course, I'm an idiot. There's three states of matter, solid, liquid and gas. They teach you that basic science shit in what, kindergarten? And I only said I wanted to convert the solid waste into liquid urine... not everything else. What my core is saying makes perfect sense... although I do not like it. Oh well. 'We'd better eat the rest of this Anthro Smoothie. We can use all the energy we can get. Maybe we'd actually like to spend it on a combat ability of some sort this time?' "Sure sure yeah whatever, we'll discuss it tonight when we return to the safety of our base." I stay there for about an hour, just munching down on pureed corpses. Yay. Delish. My stomach starts to hurt alot and expand but I'm told by the AI that it's safe to keep going. So I do. When I'm finished I look down at my belly and it looks like I'm about 8 months pregnant. I'm also feeling really sick but I don't throw up. "Are you sure that this was a good idea?" I half mumble like my mouth is full. "I don't feel so good at all." 'We'll be fine once we purge our system. Sending it out now. We may wanna drop our pants.' Wait what? I barely have enough time to process what the AI is saying to me before I feel an immense wave of pain, pleasure and pressure fill up my pussy in seconds. The feeling becomes too intense for me to bear and I just barely undo my belt buckle and jean button when my piss starts to spray out of me like a rocket engine taking off into space. Ok not literally but damn the pissing is insanely intense. The urine comes out of me so fast and hot that it actually hurts as it soaks my leather jeans and panties around my crotch and lower butt almost instantly. Several streams of urine escape down my pant legs and onto the hard concrete below. These pants are filthy and clingy now. I feel my stomach deflate ever so slightly as another massive wave of golden lady juice escapes my slit. I cry out in agony and orgasmic pleasure as I fall onto my ass, losing all my strength in my shuddering legs. A new experience was happening to me at this moment in time... the most insane pissfest of my life so far. I guess I signed up for this though. It feels so good despite the rather intense pain, almost like I'm giving birth to a liquid urine baby. Ok giving birth would probably be worse but I don't fucking know alright? I kick my feet and legs around in an attempt to get my jeans off of me but they only come down about an inch before more urine comes shooting out of my privates like a watersilde. A urineslide if you will. It's so powerful that I can't even stand back up. I just continue to send torrents and torrents of piss out of my pussy. If I dropped my pants and panties into an olympic sized swimming pool they wouldn't get this wet like geez le fucking weeze. I'm so horny and so turned on right now as my nethers send another explosive orgasm-wave throughout my body. After several minutes of spraying piss like a fire hydrant on crack, I finally get myself under control enough to pull down my black panties and dark jeans and throw them away, which are drenched in both piss and cum. I sit there in shock and awe as I continue my epic quest to slay the urination dragon inside my vaginal cave. My stomach is only about 2 months pregnant now so we should be in the final home pissing stretch. Once again I let go with the force of a water cannon and it pours out of me as a steady yellow river. It seems to never stop flowing, I've lost count of how many times I've cum so far. At least it doesn't hurt nearly as much anymore. I just spread my legs wide and try to relax as my entire body feels super exhausted, like I just ran a twenty mile marathon or something. I even stop yelling loudly from orgasmic bliss because my throat is just too tired and sore by this point. As the piss mist slowly dies down I feel a very strong urge to have a nap for some reason. But I can't sleep out here, half naked and on a colder-than-average spring day. Using the concrete wall behind me I struggle to pull myself up onto my wobbly feet. I put my urine soaked pants in my bag but leave the panties behind. I like these jeans alot I don't just want to toss them out ok? I guess I'll just put them into the janitor's washing machine at the school later. What was that about me not wanting to do laundry again? Ahh whatever. I slowly hobble towards the interior of the parking garage as I feel a wave of frighteningly chill air flow through me. I begin to shiver and suddenly I feel very dizzy. The last thing I remember was falling flat on my face with my butt up in the air like a slut. Heh... slut. *** D0min4t3.... "System... offline." Contr0l... "Attempting reboot... failed." Pow3r... "Recalibrating. Recalibration successful, attempting reboot #2" Fe45.... "Reboot successful. Base systems online." 6ickne66... "Regenerating body." F1lth... ... I wake up in a slurry daze. My ass is freezing. In fact, my whole body feels like it's covered in ice. It's painful... like hundreds of invisible bugs are biting me at once. My head is pounding harder than a heavy metal drummer's feet. My vision is blurry as fuck. I look around and notice that the sun has gone down. I must've been out for literally half the day. I stumble my way over to a car and try to open it. It's locked up tight. It's super cold out here. My thin heavy metal band shirt and black bra aren't doing much of anything to keep my tits warm. Not to mention my exposed pussy and anus are chilled to the bone... if they had any. I walk up to three more random cars. Again two of them are locked but the third one opens up thankfully. At least I would be grateful if it didn't smell like a rotten asshole on christmas eve on the inside. My eyes hurt, but my body aches all over from being out in the cold so long. Fuck it, I need shelter. Even if a car isn't ideal it'll be warmer than out here. I climb my way into the back seat and slam the door shut. I can't really feel much of a difference to be honest with you, minus the cold wind of course. "What the fuck is happening to me?" 'Apparently we took in too much soul energy too quickly. Our body couldn't handle the influx of power it and shut down.' "You said we'd be fine! You made me eat that shit and now you're telling me it nearly killed us?" 'We apologize, we didn't realize our body was so weak.' "Fuck you. I'm never trusting you again." 'Fair enough. Don't worry though, we won't die. It'll take our body a few days to recover back to where it was but we can survive this.' "Isn't there anything you can do about this freezing cold? It's agonizingly bad." 'We could have an ability to raise our cold resistance although we expect such a power would take many tens of thousands of souls before it becomes useful.' "Get the basic version of it anyway, anything is better than nothing." 'Cold Resistance Level 1 unlocked.' I feel a very slight warmth wash over me. It's nice but I'm still pretty damn cold. "That's it?" I ask in an annoyed manner. 'As we said, more soul power is needed for stronger version of the ability. We have 745.64 Soul Energy, after spending 489 Souls for level 1. It'll take alot more than that for level 2.' "Fine..." 'May we make a suggestion?' "No, fuck you. I hate your guts." "Let's hear it." 'If we get the Thick Skin Level 1 ability it should nullify some pain, not much but a little bit. It'll cost 700 souls though. The upside is that if we level up this ability a bunch you'll eventually be bulletproof.' "Like Superman?" 'Yes, like Superman.' "Fine... do it." 'Thick Skin Level 1 unlocked.' Almost immediately the rather absurd pain in my ass and crotch lessens. It's still there but instead of a shooting awful pain it's a numbing nibbly pain. It's not much of a difference but it's enough for me to feel some relief as I fall asleep, despite the shitty ass smell of this car. When I wake up it's already morning and it feels much warmer. Not comfortably warm but not cold enough to hurt either. I cough as I open the door and drink my water from my bottle. I piss almost immediately as well, it seems I haven't regained control of my bladder yet. At least it feels nice and warm against my legs... and makes the car smell ever so slightly better than before. I still feel sick but the dizziness and headaches are nearly gone so after about 20 minutes I decide to go out and look for some food and water... and a skirt or something to cover up my beautiful asscheeks with. I try to find the keys for this smelly ass car but no such luck. I doubt I could drive it out of this broken-down parking building anyway. I leave the cold dank garage and head out. After wandering around looking for food and stuff for a few hours, I manage to find a vending machine, some canned peaches and some cheap bottled water. I spend about fifteen minutes sitting down for a quick meal before resuming my search for stuff. I come across a guitar store and outta curiosity I head inside. I never learned how to play guitar. I guess now that I'm immortal I have no excuse to not try. But ahh well. The building is pretty much completely intact, except for one wall of guitars that are just shredded and no I'm not talking about epic solos. After about ten minutes of looking at a bunch of different guitars I pick a Fender Stratocaster with some pretty nice features. Well it's black with red trim, just like me, heh, but yeah I don't know how to play this fucking thing and it's heavy so.. unless I find a working unlocked car or something I'll have to just leave it here. I plug it into a nearby amp and try to fiddle with it as I stroke the strings with my fingers. A loud mess of a noise comes out of the amp that sounds awful. Yeah I have no idea what I'm doing. The guitar is probably completely outta tune anyway. With my interest sated for now I leave the store and look at what other ones are around. I finally find a clothing shop... well a no name Good Will-type thrift store but it counts. I look in the woman's section to try and find a short skirt that's my size. The selection is rather thin and I have a hard time finding anything that looks like something I'd even want to wear. Eventually I manage to find an old black skirt that was buried under some others, it could be punkish if it were torn in some places. But alas I try it on and it fits my fat ass perfectly. Nice. Now I'm finally covered up and can go outside without panties instead of without any bottoms at all. It'll do for now. Don't really wanna wear underwear until my bladder is back under control anyway. I find a modestly thick brown leather jacket and put it on. If I'm gonna feel colder than normal for the next few days it can't hurt to take. I leave the clothing shop and walk through the empty streets and towards a subway station. There's a huge map of the city on display behind some glass or something. I smash the glass and take the poster map out and put it away in my bag, it'll hopefully help me to learn the city layout in the future. Layout... Dammit. I just realized something important. Seriously I'm lost... and I didn't want to admit it until now. Fuck. I've never been in this part of the city in my entire life, I have no idea how to get back to my homebase at school. I've been to the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport with my parents before but that was a long time ago... and a different part of the city from where I am now. Fuck fuck fuck! I kick a trash can out of frustration, barely caring about my throbbing toe. Then I look at a nearby street sign. It says "Bryant Avenue". I guess I have no choice but to go down this street and see if I can find a landmark I recognize or something. "Oh god I need more food." I cry aloud as my stomach rumbles loudly. I guess with my body recovering from... whatever... it needs to eat more than normal. Let's see if we can find a fast food joint around here that I can raid or something. I find an A&W after looking for about twenty minutes, lets fucking go! Half of the place is torn to shreds but thankfully most of the stoves and the walk in freezer is intact. I grab some buns, heh, and patties from the freezer and cook them up. I don't really know what I'm doing so it's a learn as I'm going kind of thing. Hey I didn't cook much at home besides microwave stuff ok? Piss off. Speaking of pissing, by the time I realize I have to go it's too late. My pussy just urinates on it's own. Dammit! Oh well. I can barely smell my own golden liquid anyway since the scent of the beef is so strong. Yay beef! After I finish gorging myself on mostly badly cooked burgers and getting drunk from all the sugary root beer and cola, I head back outdoors. I take a long hard look around before deciding where to go next. I spot a huge mall that I've never seen before. It looks.. mostly ok so I decide to go inside. The sun is pretty low on the horizon and it'll be dark in a couple hours, this is probably a good a spot as any to spend the night. Besides there is sure to be a wide variety of stores to loot and obviously spending the night outside again would suck ass. I make my way inside and begin to browse some of the businesses. I find a GameStop still intact and it's basically right next to a Best Buy. Hell yeah. It's been a while since I played video games but I guess I can do something to pass the time while I spend a few days recovering. I walk up to the counter and start browsing through the video game cases. A few of them look good so I grab one for each system. Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Halo: Reach, Resident Evil 5 and Silent Hill something something. I spent the next hour hooking up a Wii, Playstation 3 and X-Box 360 to a few of the really nice TV's in Best Buy. I also scrounge up a couch and a couple seats and plop them in front of the televisions. The next day I finally regained control of my bladder and stopped feeling so cold. It was so nice being able to piss when I wanted to again, it seems silly but yeah, losing control of that was not fun or arousing in the least since I couldn't control pussy pressure and stuff. But ahh well. The day after that, I stopped feeling sick and my core told me I was basically back to normal, if normal was what I was like before I fucked myself over by ingesting too many souls at once. On my third day inside of the mall the electricity flickered on and off a bunch of times before permanently going off. It's been about a week since the city was attacked by Sentinels so I guess it makes sense. I was surprised how long it lasted honestly. I don't know the science ok? I wasn't keeping track of time or watts or volts. With the video game couch potato marathon over I leave the dimly lit mall with some flashlights, batteries, water and canned food in my pack and make my way back outside. I toss my piss stained pants out in some dumpster, as much as it pains me I need the room for well, other stuff. Plus the lingering smell of urine was getting a tad distracting. Anyway... moving on from dirty pants now. I have to say that Sentinel activity seems to have increased, that or they've just been patrolling this part of the city more frequently. I occasionally heard distant gun shots and explosions going off while I was inside the mall but I didn't pay it any mind at the time. Well whatever, at least they ignore me completely after looking at me. A short time later, maybe like three hours or so, I come across a rather grisly site. The smell of death is still fairly fresh in the air. I see a bunch of burnt out military SUV's and a couple of tanks. There's so much blood and guts everywhere. There's even a couple Sentinels right close by that are dragging out body parts and viscera from the recent skirmish. My first thought though, is how did the American military get so deep into the city? I turn around a corner of a mostly ruined skyscraper and I have my answer. Stretching out in front of me for hundreds of feet is a huge mess of war. What I saw initially was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Dozens of blown up tanks, vehicles, machines and corpses alike are scattered all across the road and seem to go on forever. Many of the buildings along the path are still smoking slightly from the conflict. Looks like the anthros lost though and lost hard, although there's still quite a few scattered shells of dysfunctional Sentinels scattered about the wreckage. The smell is like a thick fog here and there are flies everywhere buzzing and flying all around me. It's a mess. I root around one of the SUV's that looks mostly intact. The stench of decay is strong but I hold my ground. I find a rifle and a few mags of what I assume are filled with ammo for it. Jackpot. I strap the rifle to my back and put the ammo in my bag. I'll play around with it later. I leave the battlefield and the smell of death behind me and slowly make my way towards a dilapidated apartment building. I eat a can of peas and drink some water. Not a fun meal at all but hey it's food. I have been feeling an uncomfortable yet arousing pain in my pussy for awhile now so once I'm done eating I make my way inside and look for a toilet. I've not peed all god damn day so my bladder was feeling really swollen by this point. As I walk into the housing area I see a sign for a laundry room, hmm that'll work I guess. I squirm with delight as I follow the directions to the room, my crotch dampening more and more as I look forward to taking a nice long warm piss. Inside the laundry room it's fairly empty, only one washing machine and dryer. I unbutton and pull down my skirt and sit ontop of the top loaded washer once I open its lid. My floodgates wanna open up but I resist, teasing myself. I touch my slit softly, it feels very sensitive and I sigh lustfully. It's only been like four days since I masturbated last but it feels like forever ago by this point. I stroke my fingers through the folds of my cunt over and over again. My bladder is crying out to me for relief, it feels like it'll burst and my fingers are coated with my juices already. I bite my lower lip to try and keep myself under control as I struggle against my primal urge to urinate. However my fight doesn't last long at all. Finally, the pleasure won out over my bladder's needs and my golden liquid starts pouring forth as I stroke myself with delightful bliss. I'm leaking so much now, and the feeling of my warm urine splashing around on my fingers makes me go wild with arousal. I feel my clit tingle with anticipation as my stream pours out with increased intensity, gushing against the inside of the washing machine and running down its walls in long streams. I feel it flow between my digits as they push deeper into my cunt, the sensation sends chills up my spine and makes my butthole tighten up with glee. I'm feverish with arousal by this point and I moan loudly as I stroke my clit faster and faster, not caring about how loud I may or may not be. I can't stand it anymore, and with my hand I grasp myself, hard. I'm close... so close. My pussy is clenching hard around my fingers now as the erotic volcano of lust within me threatens to erupt. Oh god I'm gonna cum! As my digits continue to be assaulted by golden liquid I explode from deep within, my hips thrusting as I cry out, shaking with pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I moan. "Fuck yes! That's what I want, that's what I need!" I pant out. "Ahhhh fuck!" As my orgasm slowly subsides I look down at my quivering pussy and smile. The urine is still flowing out of me like a broken faucet. It takes like two more minutes just for my stream to slow down and about a minute later the last drops of golden nectar escape my urethra. God that felt so nice. I love the fact that I piss for much longer now. Best superpower ever or what? The scent of my urine is very strong in this room, since it doesn't seem to have much ventilation at all. Good, let it linger here forever, muahahaha! Ahem.. anyway... Besides the stench of lady pee and girlcum I actually smell really bad. I haven't showered since I left my school base so... I stink. Stinky girl. Hopefully I can find a working shower in one of these apartments. There's gotta be a few hundred living spaces here, one of them ought to work. Plus, statistically speaking, half of the people living here were probably women, so I should likely find fresh clothes that fit me eventually? Right? For both of those reasons, I take off my sweat stained leather jacket, heavy metal band T-Shirt and Black bra and I roam the hallways of the apartment building with naught but my backpack, rifle and baseball bat. I should have brought clean clothes with me to be fair but I didn't expect to get lost in the city ok? Get off of my ass. I'd like something in my ass to be honest but not you! Go away. The first three apartments I check are locked, of course they are. I try to bash the third door open repeatedly but I just end up breaking my arm several times. It regens within half a minute but god damn it hurts. You'd think I'd get used to some of the pain by now but nope, it still sucks, a lot. I give up trying to open the large door with my limb and try bashing the handle with my baseball bat. Huzzah success! But my bat isn't looking too healthy though... I expect it'll fall apart fairly soon. Anyway I head into the apartment and the shower is broken, of course it is. Looks like a male lived here cus all I can find are boys clothes and a buncha boxers and tighty whities. The fifth apartment I check is unlocked and thankfully the shower works... although there seems to be no hot water. Oh well. I can't be too picky, I don't even know how long running water will stay on in the city. Probably not much longer. I put my backpack and weapon to the side and start wiping all the sweat, gunk and matting out of my fur. The shampoo smells really fruity, so instead of using soap I just lazily use the poo of sham to wash my entire body. It's nice to be able to feel all squeaky clean again. After rinsing off as much as I can I take my time brushing my long black hair back and forth while humming. I find a handheld battery powered fur dryer and dry myself to the best of my ability. Now I'm good as new! I raided a buncha clothes from another apartment, the fourth one, so I try some on and see what fits. I end up wearing a pair of pink panties, a basic white sports bra, some lame ass generic blue jeans and a puffy red shirt. Some other clothes fit me as well but I've packed them in my bag for later. Speaking of which my backpack is pretty much full to bursting right now so, can't really loot and carry much else at the moment. Oh well, whatever. Time to go out and get some fresh air I guess, it shouldn't be supper time for another couple hours or so. I make my way to the front entrance of the apartments and that is when I spot it from my current point of view. Yup. It. A massive blob of Anthro Smoothie, trademark incoming, looks like it's sucking on a skyscrapers's dick about five or six floors up. Don't ask me where a skyscraper's dick is ok? I do not know. I'm sure you could rule 34 it if you're interested. Ahem, anyway... The point is, it looks all throbby and gross as per usual. But this one is like at least five times bigger than the other one that I recklessly ate within an hour. For some reason, this one is a deep shade of green but I recognize it all the same. What? Is this one lime flavored? Ahh balls. 'As long as we take our time, this should be safe to consume.' "Fucking really?" 'Probably.' Dammit. The temptation is real. Like an erect cock tenting through someone's white shorts in the hot summer. Like some babe's nipples that're poking outta her bikini. You get the idea. Fuck. I hated the recovery process but once again the super computer within me makes logical sense. Not that it knows everything, it clearly doesn't but fuck. I got sick and nearly "died" from consuming too many souls at once because my body wasn't used to it. It should be reasonable then that if I consume them at a much slower rate I should be fine. I sigh and make my way inside and up the skyscraper, which is just your generic metropolis office building. I eat like ten handfuls of the shit, maybe eleven. My belly swells slightly and I think that's enough for now. I run back to the apartments, the one I like has a lovely scent and has a nice bed. I piss out a river once again in the toilet that barely flushes anymore. Feels so nice. I also feel comfortable and full, like not hungry at all. In fact I feel like having an after-meal full tummy nap so I do. This goes on for about another week I think. I don't know for sure, it's hard to keep track of time lately since I'm sleeping abit more than usual as I safely gain small amounts of power. With 6093.55 total Soul Points to spend right now I choose to have an ability that enhances my reflexes. It's not to superanthro levels or anything but it's a start. With my smaller feminine frame, I think I could get more combat prowess outta attack speed than strength right now. I level it up to 3 and I'm left with just over a hundred Soul Points remaining. By this time the Anthro Smoothie egg nest thingymajig has been reduced to about 50% of it's original size, I should be good to finish it off within like 6 days or so. That was the plan at least. However, when I go to it the next day... all I find is an empty gooey shell. Uh oh. Did it hatch something? Is a monster now loose on the city? The fuck? But no, of course it didn't hatch silly, it's just "food", not like an actual egg or whatever. I explore around a little bit and I hear something... or someone. I turn a corner and I see a bloodied anthro form in front of me. His fur is mostly white with green hair and his eyes are glowing bright red, just like the Sentinels. But this young man is no Sentinel. He is a Reaper, like me. I'm not alone.
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ACT I: Origins Prologue This is unlike any tale that you've read before. Okay maybe that's not entirely true. But still, my life story is just... impossible to put into words. I mean that literally. While I could technically write it all, even if it'd take me tens of thousands of years to complete, it would take you mortals your entire lifetimes just to read a fraction of my life. Don't believe me? Too fucking bad dipshits. Anyway you're all here reading this because you wanna watch me pee right? Buncha perverts you all are. Alas I can't really complain since I'm easily one of the biggest perverts in the multiverse. But here I am getting off track again. My name is Vaine Steele. I'm a Goddess of Death, a self-proclaimed Shinigami, Lover of Sex and well, technically a Reaper. We'll get more into that later. I'm currently technically 2.314 billion years old. But I've only been consciousness for like... 196, 758 Earth Years. Yeah I don't know if I'll ever get to that part of my life within twenty of your lifetimes... maybe thirty... or thirty five... we'll see. I'll probably just skip a bunch of shit anyway and focus on writing the good stuff, mostly. My origin story is dark and disturbing and not meant to be enjoyed. I'm sure I said this in the description but in case you missed it, the start of my existence was fucked up beyond belief. Read this shit at your own risk. Some stuff written here is not something that you're supposed to be able to masturbate to although I guess if you do I won't judge. Let's get onto my appearance now so ya'll have something to visualize hmm? My true form and the one I use the most often is a female foxmorph with black hair and red eyes. I also have a red highlight in my hair. My fur is three different colors, kind of. Most of my fur is black. However my chest fur and naval fur and yes pubic fur is white. I also have dark brown stripes on my legs that go from my feet up to my buttcheeks so there is that. My skin is black. You can tell because my nose, tongue, gums, fingernails, nipples, pussy and anus are all black. Otherwise you don't really see my skin. I'm a furry ok, what the fuck you want from me? Moving on... I have modest C-Cup breasts, I stand about 5'8". I'll leave my ass, hip and waist measurements to your imagination. Trust me I'm an 11/10 goddess my body is feminine perfection. If you don't agree you can kiss my ass. Or don't. Lastly I'm Bisexual. I'll fuck anything breathing that's of a sexually mature age, male or female. Hell I once humped a hippo once. I was drunk ok, piss off. Although I suppose you'd like to be pissed on. Your probably wondering 'oh my god when is the introduction gonna end? Just urinate yourself already!' You, hush. This is the prologue that's supposed to just be an info dump so that you can understand me better and enjoy the stories I'm gonna tell to their fullest. If you don't wanna read this just skip ahead to Act 2... where my cliché "redemption" arc begins. We'll see how much of Act 1 I can write uncensored. I don't intend to push the boundaries of this website's rules but yeah some scenes may go too far. Hopefully not though we'll just see what happens as we go. Anyway... let us begin this tale. This isn't one I want to tell but it's how my "life" began so... here we go. *** I was born on some different version of Earth in its year of 1990. Alternate to you humans anyway. If you didn't know like, 50% of all sentient life in the multiverse is human or at least what you'd call human. Most basic common sentient evolution I guess. Anyway Anthros make up about 10% of that number and the remaining 40% is just... everything else. Really I don't care to get more specific than that. I was born in Dallas, Texas. America. Fuck yeah brother. I had a very normal childhood. My parents loved me. We lived in a nice house, with a white picket fence, on a tree lined street. It was peaceful and idyllic. And I hated every moment of it. My first memories are from kindergarten. I can still remember vividly trying to play tag on the playground. All of the other kids were running around laughing and having fun while I stood by myself on the side of the yard. I was uhh, the weird girl. They avoided me like I was a contagious disease. So I played alone. In middle school my social skills improved a little bit. But still the other children steered clear of me like I was the plague. I spent my time watching TV in the basement or playing video games. I also got really into punk rock and metalcore, I loved the gothic fashion style so I started to wear black lipstick and dark eye shadow from a young age. I even started cutting my own hair, I thought it looked cool and rebellious. It helped me feel like an individual who didn't need to rely on the rest of society. High school was pretty much the same thing, although the kids at least knew who the metalhead chick at school was. It was me, hello me. They still treated me like crap though. The popular kids were too busy making fun of me to be bothered getting to know me. I was little more than their entertainment. The other kids who did try to be friendly were just trying to get into my pants. Which, thanks for the thought but no thanks. I mean, they were right. I was pretty damn hot, why wouldn't a boy wanna fuck me? I guess it's true what they say about men wanting pussy more than brains. However, even at 18 I was still a virgin, because I still hated "the world" and had no interest in physical intimacy. Two months before my high school graduation... was when everything changed. April 17th, 2008, 1:00 PM local time. Lunch had just ended so I was feeling sleepy, like I wanted to go for an after-meal nap. However, I never got the chance to. Suddenly and without warning, a giant red alien spaceship appeared above the city through some kind of portal or wormhole. It unleashed thousands of autonomous robots that I'd later learn were called Sentinels. They were hideous fleshy metallic machines that looked like raptors with scorpion tails, that's the best way I can describe them. Either way that doesn't matter right now. As I sat down at my desk, a swarm of these machines attacked my school. All I really remember was the screaming and the blood, so much blood. They killed everyone by stabbing them with their sharp tail-like appendages. Within seconds of getting stabbed their victims eyes would glow red and then fade, their bodies falling lifelessly to the floor afterward. I don't even have time to yell as I felt a sharp pain enter my lower back. I cannot even scream the pain is too unbearable. The last thing I remember was feeling the elongated member pressed on my tailbone. 'Well, this is how I'm gonna die...' I thought, 'So lame.' I passed out into a dreamless sleep. I felt like I was in the void, inside nothingness. Well... this must be what death feels like. At least I was no longer in pain. In fact I didn't really feel any emotions at all. The concept of time... was gone from my mental sight. And then suddenly I was not alone. A voice was speaking to me. 'Reaper E-237-NIN.exrb, assimilation complete.' It sounded exactly like my inner voice. Wait... what did my inner voice sound like again? 'Activating Regeneration Level 1.' Act... activating what now? 'Powerup complete. Body... functional. Rebooting...' Wait what's happening? *** I woke up in a coughing fit, my mouth was stale with the taste of blood and raw metal. I was sitting on my classroom chair as I continued to convulse and breathe heavily. For a fraction of a second I wondered if I've just woken up from a horrible nightmare. Then I saw about a dozen bodies of students around me and I'm quickly reminded that this was real. How was I alive? I looked down to my lower body where I could have sworn I had a fatal wound. What I saw was a big hole in the bottom of my shirt and the top strap of my skirt. My body was fine but there was dried blood all around my clothing where my fatal injury was. What the fuck happened? I looked outside and noticed that the sun was setting. I must have been passed out for awhile. I felt a deep pressure within my privates, like I haven't peed for hours. I decided to ignore this for now though it wasn't important. I glanced at the corpses around me again, but instead of being terrified I was relieved... that it was not me laying there. I took in a few deep breaths and got up off the chair. My skirt fell down around my feet, due to the front of the belt being completely destroyed. My pink panties were only held up thanks to them being light and my ass being relatively thick, which seemed to be holding them in place. They were very loose though and they felt like they could fall down at anytime as well. "Damn I really, really need to take a piss." I whispered aloud as I squirmed uncomfortably. Guess I'll find a bathroom first and then go look for help... not that I seemed to need it. In fact, all the students I saw were dead so... they don't need any help either. Right right, alien robot invasion, I forgot... probably not much help coming if the rest of the country or the world looked like this. ... In fact, almost all of these bitches and bastards hated me anyway... why did I care if they got help? I didn't. My pussy trembled as I was quickly reminded of my primal need to shoot out a river of urine and I hobbled outside of the room and toward the hallway, not caring about how many soggy carpets filled with pools of blood that I was walking through. Once I walked out into the hallway I was suddenly assaulted with the sight of dozens more dead students lying on the floor. Their skin was deathly pale and their eyes were red, just like the eyes of those... robot dinosaur scorpions that stabbed me in the back. I clenched my clit tighter as I felt a few drops of urine escape their kitty prison. Fuck. I needed to find a bathroom and find it now. I kept on moving forward until I reached an open door. The hall beyond it was a mess of smashed and broken doors and windows. Most of them were covered in dried blood but a lot of them had been completely obliterated by giant metallic claws. I managed to see something surprising though. A male student with his back against the locker was writhing in pain. His breathing was heavy. Someone else was alive here. Damn he kinda cute. He must be one of those "popular kids" from school because he was wearing a blue blazer and tie. His left leg was mostly missing though, it's a wonder he hasn't bled out by now. He must've been sitting here for hours while a pool of his own blood dried around him. I approached him slowly as my bladder felt like molten lead. I was half tempted to pee right there but I resisted. He noticed me with horror in his eyes. He saw my half torn panties and then quickly looked away. So I guess when someone was on the verge of death they stopped being horny hmm? Or maybe I was just that scary now and not as sexy as I thought? Whatever. What am I? A predator. No, worse than a predator. A demon... who was reborn into this hellish world. And what do I eat? Prey. His face had seemingly turned a shade of green as I approached him. I could tell from his eyes that he was afraid and in agony. But more importantly he looked like a tasty little morsel to me. I was in pain too. My whole life had been painful. I had never felt like I belonged anywhere... everyone always looked down on me. Well now I was the one standing over all those dead people and staring down at them as they looked up at me. I felt... strangely happy? Why did I feel joy right now as my vagina dam was about to burst? Maybe I had finally found some kind of... meaning to my life? I didn't know. This feeling was foreign to me. All I knew was that I was hungry, very hungry. The boy turned to look at me again as I crouched down next to him. "Vaine?" He questioned. "Is that you?" I nodded silently, trying to keep myself from peeing all over his face. "It hurts!" He cried, his voice cracking, "I need help, please! There was a... robot scorpion thing in my leg! It stabbed me so hard it went through here," he says as he points to where his femoral artery was. But there was no leg there anymore. "Poor little lost soul." I spoke with authority. All shyness or anti-social behavior that I had exhibited before was completely gone. "Let me aid you." I thrusted my ass in the air and bent my back as I put my fingers around his throat and squeezed. My loose panties finally fall to the floor and the warm exposure of air against my pussy lips caused my floodgates to burst open. I sighed with sexual and violent pleasure as I pissed hard while squeezing the life outta this man's neck. His eyes went wide as he began to struggle, but he didn't have the strength to pull me off of him. His eyes rolled into their back sockets and his mouth opened slightly for breaths that never came. I could hear his ribs pop in and out as my urine kept pouring down his throat. He was not dead yet. I cried out in delight. I had never felt such elation before in my life. This was what being alive must feel like. Dominating. Power. Control. My pussy ached with a delightfully warm sensation as my piss stream continued pouring out of me. The last bit of resistance faded from the boy and he died within the next fifteen seconds. His body fell limp against the wall, I could feel the warm blood that had stopped flowing through his veins. His dead face was looking up at me through my urine-soaked crotch. Within the next instant I saw a small amount of... some kinda glowing red energy flow out of him as my body involuntarily absorbed it. '0.89 Units of Soul Energy collected.' My inner voice rang out loud and clear in my head. I was so surprised by this that I tripped down onto my ass into a pool of my own pee mixed with half-dried blood. "What the fuck?!" I shouted aloud. "Who are you? Where are you?!" 'I am you. We are I.' The inner spirit in my head replied. I looked around frantically and saw no one else besides myself and the bodies of students around me. I quivered in fear as I wondered what was going on. 'Do not be afraid. I am you. You are me. We are one. We are a Reaper now. E-237-NIN is our code name. But since we went by the name of Vaine before our fusion, that should be fine to use for self-identification if we so desire.' The robotic speaker that still sounded like me hit me with a rapid string of info. "Reaper? Fusion? What?" I blurted as I finally stop peeing. After getting up and calming down abit I began to walk towards the girls locker room next to the gym, hoping to find a functional shower. The voice in my head and I had a conversation along the way. 'Reapers are what we are. Sentinels, the one's you call the dino-scorpion-robots, are designed to inject eggs into living fleshy sentient life. The process kills approximately 1 in 2.358 million of those it infects. Those that survive, like us, are granted new life. We are now a part of the Reapers, we're designed to kill and to be the most powerful soldiers in The Creators' army. We will bring complete order to the universe... once all those who oppose us are dead.' "Well that was one hell of an info dump to put onto an 18 year old girl." I said as I take off my shirt and cast it aside. "Who are The Creators?" 'The Creators are our masters... the most powerful sentient immortal race in the universe. They made us. We serve them and they protect and guide us through this chaotic life.' I took off my bra as I step into the locker room. There were only a few bodies in here thankfully. And only two of the showers were broken, nice. I turned one on and let the cold water flow over my naked body. It felt so nice. 'Our first priority is to get stronger.' The AI within me continued. 'Inside of we there is a core. A red crystal you would call it. This device is The Creators ultimate technology. It serves as both our soul and a supercomputer. We will remember everything. All knowledge we gain, all people we see, meet, kill or fuck. This core must be protected at all costs, if it breaks, we die. We need soul energy to power ourselves up. It'll take a lot of time but the stronger something that we kill is, the more soul energy it'll give us. Given enough time we will become a literal goddess in service to our great and supreme leaders.' "Powers?" I questioned as I cleaned my ass from all the dried blood and urine I sat in. "What powers can we gain?" 'Anything you can imagine.' "Really? Anything?" 'Correct. Strong overpowered abilities will take a lot of souls, tens of thousands if not millions, to unlock. Weaker more basic abilities will take less soul energy to unlock.' "Like experience points in an RPG?" 'Yes like a video game...' I could practically hear the AI's eyes roll, if it had them. "I see." I smirked. "Then can our first ability be to never poop?" I swear the AI within me stopped for a moment, dead in its tracks. Well, if it could walk that is. 'Are you fucking serious?' It replied, clearly dumbfounded and annoyed. I laughed at the hilarity as I turned the shower off and began to wipe myself dry. "Yeah pooping is something that most people detest. I think it's disgusting and gross. But it's always been a natural thing that we just have to do nearly every day. Everything poops. I'd like to be someone who doesn't have to worry about shit, literally." I explained, although probably not very well. 'And yet pissing is just fine for you? How strange you are.' It quipped. "Well... I discovered alot today. Killing and peeing... brought me so much pleasure and ecstasy that I cannot even explain it." 'Fine. I did say anything you could imagine, may as well get something stupid out of the way first. I could reroute and reprogram your digestive system so that all your waste chemically converts itself to urine and goes through your bladder. But you'd urinate a hell of a lot more than the average person. I assume you're ok with that?' "Fuck yeah that sound great." I yelled half sarcastically and half excitedly. 'What about your bowels, rectal cavity and anus? All that anthro anatomy would be worthless.' "Not worthless... I'm sure it could bring pleasure if I had a cock squirt thick cum up in there." I said with a grin, laughing at the word cock. 'Ahh... keeping the backdoor for anal sex... got it. For such a dumbass ability it should only cost about 100 souls, give or take.' And so, with that I had a sudden interest in sex. I was still a virgin of course but now I was dying to see what all the fuss was about. I had been reborn... and I had no idea what evils I was about to partake in... or what untold suffering awaited me. But alas that about does it for this prologue. If you enjoyed the start to this story and didn't masturbate to it good job. If you did well, you did. That be ok too. You do you boo boo. This origin arc was originally planned to be about twenty chapters in length but who knows we'll see what happens. Now it's time for me to raid the girl's lockers for clothes... and get onto gathering soul power so I never have to take a dump again.
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Hello! This is part 6! Disclaimer; it contains a little bit of violence. It got the good old fear wettings and heavy emphasis on the overarching plot with a bunch of details of what might come next. Enjoy and leave your feedback as always! ♥️ ——————————————————— It was late at night when Dr. Rachel was returning home after a long tiring work day at Armix tower. She had just teleported away 3 failed experiments before Armix could notice them. She drove her car in silence. She was worried and squirming a bit in her seat as she was in desperate need to pee because she hadn’t had any breaks at work today. The sight of the zombies turning earlier almost made her leak but she managed to hold it. She was still wearing her lab coat. She had forgotten to take it off due to all the stress. Under it she was wearing a white chemise and gray pants and white flat shoes with no socks on. She was a young beautiful doctor with dark straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She was about 25 years old but was an absolute genius, that’s why Armix had chosen her to work with them. She drove for a bit before noticing another car was tailing her. She brushed it off and continued on her way home. She couldn’t worry about some conspiracy hallucinations while she was in need to relieve herself like that. About 10 mins of struggle later she managed to finally arrive at her house. She parked the car and stepped out while crossing her legs. She looked back behind her to find that the car tailing her was still there. And strangely it was approaching her sidewalk. A tall muscular man came out of the car and approached her on foot. His expressions were sharp and it seemed like he had an odd frown. “Dr. Rachel?” The man asked in a grim deep voice. Rachel shuddered but hesitantly answered him back while obviously crossing her legs; “Ye-yes.. who’s asking?” “My name is Markus and i need you to step with me inside the car immediately.” Markus said sharply. “Wh-what for? I believe i have other matters to attend to.” Rachel answered with her need to pee spiking as she became more nervous, obviously squirming in front of the strange man. “Dr. Rachel i am afraid it cant wait. Please follow me. Calmly.” Markus insisted, trying to show that he’s friendly but Rachel was actually skeptical and creeped out. “I am sorry. I cant do that. Please get off my property or i am calling the police.” Rachel nervously said. She looked around the neighborhood for someone to help her but it was dark and too late for someone to be passing by. Without another word Markus pulled out a gun with a suppressor from his jacket. He pointed it at Rachel and sharply said; “I guess there is no other choice Dr. Rachel. I tried the friendly approach but you seem stubborn. Scream and I blow your brains off. Now calmly follow my instructions so you wont get hurt.” He coldly said. Rachel immediately shuddered and raised her hands up. She was no longer crossing her legs. She could feel warm liquid slowly and uncontrollably pouring into her gray pants. A wet patch started to slowly emerge at the front of her crotch. Tears streamed down her cheeks as well as she trembled without a word. Markus slowly eyed her extending dark patch with a smile as it finally dripped down the end of her pants and into the floor with an audible trickling sound into a puddle under her feet. “Oh poor thing, did i scare you that much? You’re so scared you just uncontrollably pissed your pants right in front of me.. wow!” Markus mockingly told her. She realized at his shocking and embarrassing words that she was actually really wetting herself in fear. She looked down at her pants and cried more. She managed to stop the flow of urine as soon as she realized before she could get drenched. “P-plea-please.. i’ll d-do any-anything you ask. Please dont hu-hurt me.” She stutteringly said as she shamefully stood in front of him with urine filled pants begging and pleading in fear. Still warm at her crotch and down her legs. “Dont worry Dr. Rachel.. I just need you and your personal keycard so I can get into the Omega lab back at the Armix tower.” Markus calmly said. “Wha-what? Wh-why? How d-do you even kn-know about that?” Rachel confusingly asked. “I wont answer any of your questions until we reach there. Now come with me!” Markus growled, then strongly grabbed her arm with one hand and with the other still pointed a gun at her head. Her shoes squelched all the way to his car due to her own urine, leaving wet footprints on the sidewalk. It was quite an embarrassing feeling. As soon as Markus reached his car he unlocked his trunk. And pointed for her to go inside with his gun. “What.. no! You cant put me in there please no!” Rachel panically said. “Oh i am not asking.” Markus calmly said then tried to push her inside. Rachel resisted and struggled while screaming “NO! NO!” as she ferociously kicked her wet legs around which caused both of her wet shoes to fly off making her barefooted. She couldn’t overcome the strong man and he finally pinned her inside and slammed the trunk door over her, trapping her inside. He quickly went behind the wheel and started to drive off to Armix. Rachel started screaming and banging on the trunk door in her fear. She was claustrophobic and felt like she couldn’t breath. She kept crying and wailing harder as she felt the car starting to move. She kept kicking the door with her bare feet and punching it with her hands to no avail. She finally decided to give up and curled up inside the trunk as she whimpered and trembled in fear. She lost bladder control once more in her terror. This time she was fully soaking herself. Her pee gushed forcefully from around her butt area and flowed sideways fully wetting her butt and the trunk. It fully soaked her left side of her lab coat as well. The puddle grew larger quickly as her bladder absolutely drained every last drop of pee left inside her. She was now laying in a puddle of her own urine with absolutely drenched clothes. As the car moved around and bumped occasionally the urine puddle splashed around and everywhere all over her. She didn’t do anything but cry in fear and shame until the car came to a full stop after about 20 minutes. As soon as Markus left the car and opened the trunk he was quickly disgusted with the sight he had witnessed and the pungent urine odor that whooshed into his nostrils. There laid the prestigious doctor Rachel in her bare feet crying in a pool of her own urine that covered her entire body. “UGHH! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE! YOU RUINED MY CAR.. DOC!” Markus angrily said. He then pulled soaking crying Rachel out in disgust and yelled at her some more. “THE HELL DOC!? YOU COULDN’T HOLD YOURSELF FOR A BIT!? ARE YOU A FREAKING BABY!? You made a mess out of yourself!” Markus kept yelling angrily at her, mad that his car was ruined with all that urine. Rachel shuddered and cried more at his yelling. “I-i am so-so-sorryyy, i didnt me-mean to! I w-was sca-scared!!!” She stuttered between her sobs. Markus took a deep urine filled breath and then sighed; “Huh.. Whatever. We’re here at the tower.. we need to get inside now, get your keycard ready.” He said, then pushed her in front of him. They arrived at the huge glass gate. Markus peeked inside through it to see there was a huge reception with no one inside but a sleepy security guard. “Wipe off your tears now and act normal. You will tell him you forgot something in the lab and that i am the friend who gave you a lift.” Markus said as he poked her shoulder. Rachel immediately wiped her tears with her lab coat and opened the door with her keycard and slowly entered with Markus behind her. The security guard quickly noticed and stopped her. “Dr. Rachel, what are you doing here this late?” The security guard asked as he curiously eyed her soaking clothes and her partner. “Umm.. hi.. i.. uh.. i forgot something important in the lab i need to get it quickly, this is my trusted friend who brought me here.. uh.. Markus.” Rachel nervously said. “Oh.. okay, but why are you all wet like that doctor?” The security guard asked while raising an eyebrow. She nervously looked back at Markus trying to think of some excuse. “I.. uhh.. it was.. umm.. raining outside.. and i.. umm.. slipped and fell over into a puddle.” She nervously answered. “Hmm.. i see.. but why are you barefooted?” He asked confusingly looking down at her pedicured wet feet. Rachel closed her eyes as she tried to think. “Oh i.. LOVE! To walk in the rain barefooted, i love the feeling of water under my bare feet and i must have been so carried away that i forgot my shoes in the car.. doesn’t matter i’ll be done quickly and get back to it.” She said in a high pitch. “Fine, get to the elevator then doc. If you need anything i’ll be right here.” The security guard naïvely said. Rachel and Markus then passed by the security guard’s side. The urine odor was too vivid that an expression of disgust crossed the guard’s face. “Woowiee that must have been one hell of a stinky puddle Dr. Rache, it reminds me of how the elevator smelled when that newbie interview girl peed all over herself inside it a while back on the day of the accident.” The security guard said while shaking his head. “Haha.. umm.. yeah.. i’ll shower when i return home.” She hesitantly shrugged it off, her prestige drained down the sink like her urine. Rachel and Markus then walked to the staff elevator area. They entered with Rachel’s keycard and then she typed on the number pad floor 232, the very last floor of that gigantic tower. The elevator ride was quiet, only Rachel’s heavy breaths and rapid heartbeats could be heard. Moments later they arrived at the door of the Omega lab. Rachel swiped her keycard and entered the lab along with Markus. He then pushed her to the side and quickly started typing on the huge monitor in front of him. “W-we’re here now.. what do you want to do?” Rachel asked her initial question again. Markus was focused on the monitor in front of him but calmly answered her; “Project Omega. The ability to create gigantic sinkholes anywhere in the world by the press of a button using cosmic energy. I need that.” He coldly said. “Wha-what.. why.. this is dangerous! Where do you want to do it! You cant! People could die!!” Rachel said as she looked at the monitor trying to figure out the coordinates he was trying to set. “I am going to create a hole right under this very tower and sink it deep into the ground. That is my mission. Armix will be done.” Markus coldly said as he was setting the coordinates. “Markus.. please no! I dont ethically agree to all of what’s happening in Armix but i assure you this is not the solution! Please! Besides we will go down with the tower as well!” Rachel panically said. “I dont care. I knew what i was getting myself into from the beginning. I wouldnt mind becoming a martyr.” Markus said still focusing on the screen. He finally set the coordinates to the tower and smiled. “It is done.” He attempted to press the initiation button but then in an attempt to save the tower and herself Rachel pushed Markus away and quickly changed the coordinates to a random one and pressed the initiation button herself. The ground shook beneath them for a bit as the order reached deep into Earth’s mantle. “What. Have. You. Done!!!” Markus angrily groaned. “I saved Armix.. the cosmic energy is drained. The sinkhole can be shot once every six months, there’s no way you can create another one now.” Rachel said confidently. “What! No! Nooo!” Markus said then angrily pushed Rachel away from the monitor then set the coordinates back on the tower and pressed the initiation button multiple times but it didn’t work. “YOU. RUINED. EVERYTHING. DOC.” Markus angrily growled then took out his pistol and pointed it to Rachel’s head. “On your knees! It’s time for you to die!” He yelled. Rachel fell to her knees as she cried and begged for her life. Urine started flowing from her vagina again at this intense moment. She rewet her gray pants in fear and leaked heavily down to her knees. A small puddle was created under her knees as she begged and pleaded on the ground as she closed her eyes. *BANG* the sound of a bullet echoed in the lab. Strangely.. Rachel was okay. She opened her eyes to see that Markus with a bullet in his head was falling to the ground. She heard a voice coming from the lab’s entrance; “What’s going on here?” The voice asked. She looked at the door while she was still trembling and a bit of urine was still dripping off her to find two men in black coats and hats. They were Mr. Omo and Mr. Rashi.. finally teleported inside the tower at the right moment after the cabin incident. Rachel’s eyes immediately widened as she trembly stood back up over her puddle, it’s like she realized something. “Oh my.. it’s you.. Mr. Rashi.. you’re back.. but how!” She asked in surprise forgetting about her drenched clothes. “Do i.. know you?” Mr. Rashi confusingly asked as he glanced Rachel’s wet crotch. “What.. you dont remember?” Rachel asked with a raised eyebrow. “I am afraid not Ms.” Mr. Rachi sadly said. “Wait what? Mr. Rashi who is she? How does she know you?” Mr. Omo asked. “I dont kn—“ Mr. Rachi faded away then was interrupted by Rachel. “This is very odd.. i cant believe you dont remember.. but anyway you saved me. Thank you. But what are you two doing here?” She asked. “We are here to stop Armix, once and for all. We came to shutdown all the unethical projects, and revert the backrooms incident.” Mr. Omo confidently said. “I am afraid your buddy here was trying and i stopped him and i am ready to stop you too. He was about to open a sinkhole under the tower.” Rachel said as she crossed her eyebrows. “What.. no.. we dont want to destroy the tower. It’s my life’s work. We.. are actually the original founders. We just wanted to shutdown the projects.” Mr. Omo said. “What!? The founders!? How.. Mr. Rashi you havent told me that last time!” Rachel surprisingly asked. Before Mr. Rashi could confusingly answer a sudden alert beep started beeping from the monitor behind Rachel. She quickly focused at the screen. “Shit.. we have a problem. To avoid him from opening the sinkhole under the tower i had to open it somewhere else randomly. I just found out it was a populated area. We have to close it or many will die because of me! Please help me. I cant be responsible for that!” Rachel sadly said with a frown. “Fine but then we wi-“ Mr. Omo was interrupted by a peculiar noise coming from Markus’s body. The three of them looked over it to find that his skin was reverting from the normal human skin into a reddish skin and peculiar noseless facial features. Rachel immediately screamed and leaked her final urine droplets away in shock. “WHAT IS THAT!?” “As we expected.. Markus was one of the shapeshifting Skrulls.” Mr. Rashi said. “I am afraid Markus was not human to begin with.. hmm.. i think i know who he’s working for.” Mr. Omo deduced. “Magnus.” Misters omorashi concluded simultaneously.
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For some time now, I've bounced around the idea of a story in the 40k universe with omo elements, and after some consideration, I decided to give this a whirl! This thread will be about the trials and tribulations of a Heretic in service to the Chaos Gods, One of a pair of characters will be the PoV focus, as the pair are working together on a Compact, a mission for the Dark Gods. Player choice will influence the PoV character's actions, and I will manage the actions of the other. I will be running this using a modified version of the Warhammer 40k Tabletop RPG system, the changes being - 1. Alignment is determined by player action, not EXP spent, 2. Combat will be greatly simplified into rolls with penalties managed by myself instead of the rulebook. This leaves archetypes, skills and talents a bit more flexible... And our 'Heroes' a lot less likely to be pounded into sausage filling in a fight. I have one more thing to cover before the two characters are listed - The duo is one Chaos Space Marine, and one normal human. The Space Marine will not be having any accidents, of course... Though he may be terrifying enough to cause them in others! Our human character will have the opportunity to have accidents whether we are in her PoV or not, and I will keep track of the time passing in-narrative to support it. NPC omo-content will be dependent on actions, of course. Chaos Space Marine - Victor Archetypes: Champion - A warrior and commander, leader by fear or devotion. Chosen - Consummate Soldier and hard bitten veteran. Forsaken - An outcast from his former allegiance, Previously a lone wanderer. Sorcerer - A Chaos Space Marine that has mastered the art of the Psyker. Human - Aurelia Holt Archetypes: Apostate - An infiltrator and silver-tongued serpent, a powerful leader of the masses. Renegade - A warrior who survives on skill at arms rather than brute force. Heretek - Initiated into the mysteries of technology, a rebel from the Adeptus Mechanicus. Psyker - An un-sanctioned and chaos-turned Psyker, extremely powerful and infused by the Warp. Please vote for both a Character and one of the listed archetypes. Once the vote has been called, we will be sorting out gear, I will write out backstory based on the choices used, and we will determine gear, stats, and I will write out appearances for both members of our party. I would also like to have a vote on whether this should contain just omorashi, or omorashi and messing content, please let me know in your vote posts.