orange things

Around @Orange-chan multiple hooded figures seem to emerge from the frayed edges of the room where two realities annihilate each other.


"WHY HAVE YOU COME?!"

They seem at once irrirtated hungry and curious.
Orange-chan - 25/05/2017
It seems she is in...quite a situation, what should she say....she is outnumbered, Deep inside though, she knows she just wants to declare she is here to hunt evil!
Stands her grounds and says "I Came here to fight evil!"
Winter, the Booze Weaver - 25/05/2017
"Evil?"

The room thrums with laughter, dry as sandpaper yet resonant as if  @Orange-chan  were standing inside  a giant drum.

In response her <friend> sends a JOLT of pain pleasure from her core throughout her entire being, her knees growing week and something clear starting to leak down her thighs--(editado)

Orange-chan - 25/05/2017
Trembles as the feelings spread through her "Y-Yeah....I...I Will take care of it, t-that my job I should...Soothe away the problem that is evil, with O-Overwhelming pleasure!" The girl mumbles as her legs tremble in excitement

Winter, the Booze Weaver - 25/05/2017
@Orange-chan's diatribe is abruptly cut off by something making its way up her stomach, the substance <excitingly> cold as it passes the natural horizon of her belly button picking up in speed--

Turns out two pseudopods wrapped themselves around her legs, squeezing and pulling her already-weak legs slooooowly into kneeling position

Her obscene breasts wobble as if inviting the onlookers to grope her, the rust-red substance bleeding upwards between them as it slowly warms up.

IT...

It doesn't seem content with just enjyoing er breasts.

Insted it descends up and up across her neck, squeezing ever-so-slightly down on her windpipe then ascends across her mouth and nose, forcing itself inside of her.

It surges across her eyes, the world suddenly turining opague as if seen through a reddish pane of glass, her encased hears transmitting sounds as if through fifty feet of muck--

Orange-chan - 25/05/2017
The Warrior of justice is paying to much attention to her surrondings to figure out the events happening to her, she only notices it when her sensitive breasts get played with.

"Yahn~....what is...going on?" The girl asks as she tries to look down, only to have the familiar partner forcing itself on her....she knows this feeling, a part of her remembers the last thing she wanted to do before her previous lewd trance broke out.

As such, when her vision gets cloudy, the only thing she can think of is
SUBMIT

Kneeling. Yes.

@Orange-chan understands.the importance of this now.

As the shadowy figures approach, she <no longer feels fear> despite her face being covered in nearly opaque ooze, her legs tied and hands restrained, yet....


<It is almost freedom>

"You come to serve?"

One of the figures raises a hand. She feels rather than sees the gesture.

...of course. Her <friend>. He's making her 'see' everything important. She does not need her own eyes. Why, is this not <quite a lot better>? Regular people are so EASILY distracted by the important and mundane!
Orange-chan - 18/06/2017
the dominates orange mahou shoujo can only look at her the figure that she doesn't even recognize "yes" and respond like a good servant
The girl body moved by itself as she undresses, freeing her bountiful jugs, she pics them with her hands and offers them "p-put it here sir "
Winter, the Booze Weaver - 18/06/2017
A low chuckle errupts from around them.

Them? ...well of course.
"Your eagerness is admirable but..."

<Friend> seems to suddenly swell even more, his soft <wonderful> body slowly flowing towards her sternum, gathering in a rust-red blob and then spreading out, her breasts pushed out obscenely as his pseudopods flow past towards her back.

Slosh
He starts moving, a hypontizing rythm of four jelly like limbs squeezing - and being squeezed by - her breasts, a small dribble of milk whetting his shimmering skin and being absorbed.

IS he.... YES! He's growing, her milk ever so slightly incresing his mass. At the same time, he seems to grow lighter in colour, rust red slowly shifting to pink as his abuses grow in intensity
Orange-chan - 18/06/2017
She was eager to help the ones in front of her...but now she sees, she must help her friend, that what a good girl, she helps her friends.

The Orange picks up the pace, moving her breasts up and down, squeezing more and more of her milk, her mouth opens as she moans, letting her flower juice flow into her womb companion
"D-Drink...it feels so good..."
19 de Junho de 2017
Winter, the Booze Weaver - 19/06/2017
The group's orbits split into two overlapping circles forming an hourlass or eye-like figure with the bound girl in at in the ovel at its centre , slowly - menacingly - starting to walk around @Orange-chan while muttering in a resonant tongue.

One by one, hands latch onto breasts, nipples are squeezed, milk is harvested, hitherto unseen cups are filled with fluorescent milk.

Is she altar or sacrifice? Goddess or servant? The centre of their devotion or a mere convenience to be discarded?

She doesn't know, for each squeeze and carress sends her farther into a world of incadescent mist,  her mewls soon rising to an animalistic crescendo threatening to drown out the chants.


===SCENE END===
The procession seems endless, yet soon - perhaps too soon - the figures around @Orange-chan have had their fill, the pulsing form around - yes, for it has expanded to almost engulf the entire girl's front now - having lightened to near-transparency, still drawing hungrily upon her abused teats as its influence on her reaches within the furthest corners of her--

Two appendages suddenly seem no longer satisfied with merely influencing the small heroine as they initiate a rapid, irrevocable advance into both her ears, the pain only brief as they seem to gently meld through her membranes and into her brain, rapidly multiplying in size to cover every crevice inside with more of themselves, sending a gentle yet un-ignorable [URGE] straight into her very being.

<SERVE>

Of course.

She had denied them. No, worse, she had insulted them.

Was she not here to do exactly that?

To present herself as offering, to make her body theirs?

An affirmative shudder runs through her at the question.

<Of course>, that's why she'd come here, that was her entire purpose!
To present herself, expose herself, sacrifice herself upon their many poles, to wholly become a servant to not her own desires but every one of theirs, no matter how perverse or foreign or - indeed - no matter how hidden until this very moment.


She knows, now.

Whether it is from her <Friend> or perhaps a gift received from her mother at birth, the ways to please and pleasure, tease and submit suddenly are as clear to her as her own name.

Moreso, perhaps, for had one queried her this very moment she might indeed not have known at all.

A new name should be found.

One to fit her, one to describe her, one to make known to all her true being and station.

<Hole>

Of course

That's what she is. That's what she must become. That's what It was born to be, though many would have tried to deny it.

Hole kneels, face down, cheecks pressed to the ephemeral floor... and begs...
Orange-chan - Última Sexta-feira às 00:47
The Hole must be filled, its what the others wish to do, and its her fate to be filled, filled to the brim until she is no longer a hole "P-Please, satisfy yourselves O-On Orange-chan hole's~" the girl begs and smiles, she puts her arms around her spreading legs as she open the entrance to her flower
Winter, the Booze Weaver - Última Sexta-feira às 03:36
Unsheathed, the first pillar glistens in the otherworldly light. Not from moisture, no, it glitters and gleams all of its own, @Orange-chan's prone position only giving her glimples, but those are enough to confirm that whatever it is he's wielding it's quite a bit stranger <more wonderful> than the organs she previously encountered.

It pokes against her entrance.

Almost... carefully, though care is <NOT WHAT SHE NEEDS RIGHT NOW>, her backside wagging this way and that <all to make him GIVE HER WHAT SHE NEEDS>, something like laughter - cold and abstract and very much not auditory - shivering down her spine in response.

[YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED]

<Why is he lying? Why is he teasing? WHY IS HE STILL NOT GIVING HER WHAT. SHE. NEEDS?>

Finally, it pushes past her outer gates, and all questions and protests are simply... swept away as her walls seem to find no purchase on the alien object, clamping down as hard as they can on sheer instinct yet unable to control its advance to even the most--


It's still growing wider. Pushing. Pushing. Pushing her apart. Like a cone it seems to grow ever wider the further it advances itno her, irregular facets along its length making it impossible to get used to it, every inch a new experience, every second a new surprise.

Finally he's inside her. It feels...

Cold.

But her body seems to heat up in turn, her breathing becoming laboured, her vision clouding further.


[BEGIN], another voice says, and gradually - with almost sadistic slowness - he picks up his pace and starts to drag himself out of her, only to SLAM back in when she least expects it.
Orange-chan - Última Sexta-feira às 03:39
It Hurts....But its good...But it hurts! Hery body....Hery body is accepting it, but it still hurts, this strange thing, will it really give her what she needs?...Of course, she doesnt know what it is but she can only beg "G-Give it to me...everything...Everything~ hurryyyyy~" the girl cant control her words or her voice, as she simply begs on behalf of her new life partner
Maybe....Maybe if her friend could control her insides...maybe he could get what she needs for her...yes, a part in her mind just gives in, in her blissful state she surrenders part of her body to the alien slime creature, so it can give to her what she needs, what she craves!
25 de Junho de 2017
Winter, the Booze Weaver - Ontem às 20:56
When the son's of heaven took the daughters of man the resulting giants were told of for generations.

It is as if one such giant assaults @Orange-chan right then and there, her partner's release entirely silent yet all the more terrifying in its power, a pressure that just builds and builds and builds within her tiny stomach, uncountable packets of [DATA] of yet all-too-real physicality causing he to swell until it feels like she'll burst any minute--

Darkness.

Then.

Sensation.

Light.

Is it...

She's still lying on the floor but on her side, now.


Around her, the ephemeral twilight of that strange dimension has given way to the mundane darkness of what she can only intuit must be the empty meeting room she entered.

So why is it faintly...

Instinctively, she looks upon her womb grossly bloated and...

A soft, pulsing, pink glow emanates from it, dimming and brightening little slower than her still-racing heart.

Between her legs, tiny silvers of pink crystal are scattered on the floor and stuck to her legs, the substance they're swimming in itself glowing ver-so-faintly.

Her Familiar groans softly, evidently as battered as she is, a brief [SCAN] of the substance revealing that the liquid part is even smaller parts of the very same crystal, the entire compound seeming to be 'fractal', whatever that means.


<We are complete>

She knows, deeply in her heart, that whatever else might happen to her this, at the very least, none shall ever be able to take from her.

===SCENE END===