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Voluptus Ludum

By: sexgundam666



"Emily Ralia is the winner!" Announced the referee. Cheers erupted around Emily as her picture was displayed on the big screen, with the words Victor beneath it. She gathered her cards and smiled at her opponent who returned the expression, despite losing the match. It was the national tournament for the card game Voluptus Ludum. The game was introduced five years ago and took the world by storm.

With a deck of fifty cards each player uses the creatures and equipment contained within it to destroy the opponents'. The creatures have set power levels, ranging from the tens of thousands, to mere hundreds, most have special abilities, these vary from the power level, the lower the level the more powerful the ability is, and vice versa. Players also have equipment that can power up, or protect the creature. Each player has a set count of ten damage, each time a player's creature is destroyed the count goes down by one, unless there is a special ability in play at the time. When the count reached zero the opponent loses.

There were many types of creatures. Humans, dragons, demons, plant-life, animals, various mythical beings, and machinery. Most decks stayed to one type, this lets the player use more powerful combos, as type oriented combinations were usually more powerful than variety based ones. The creatures have no requirement to summon to the field, though some did, as they had either special abilities more powerful than most, or a power level far exceeding the rest. Each field has three creature slots, below these were two equipment slots, players can replace equipment, and/or the creature for a more powerful one. Powers weren't measured by the power level, but by the number of skulls in the bottom left hand corner, the higher the number the greater the creature, however creatures with a skull count of six or higher could only be played after the player is reduced to a damage count of four. There are however, various equipment that can be substituted for damage.

In theory it sounds fairly simple, however there were so many combinations, so many specifications, and so many cards; in the five years since its debut, Voluptus Ludum, VL for short, has produced over ten thousand different cards, possibly in the twenty thousands, making collecting them all extraordinarily difficult. Millions upon millions played the game, the age ranging from elementary school to working adults, somehow the game drew in such a variety of people, even two with complete opposite personalities may play the game. It was a game that united so many.

Players of differing skills entered tournaments, though most were extraordinarily powerful. The game has special deck holders that bond with the user, adjusting to their styles of play and even assisting them in a way, essentially the more one played the game the more powerful a player they would become. In her home town of Legacy, Florida she was the greatest player, and had won a regional tournament to attend the nationals, where she had once again achieved victory. The result wasn't what mattered to her however, all that concerned her was enjoying it and making new friends, as this was the game to her, a way to make friends and simply enjoy the game. She had met some who were serious minded and even through fits upon losing, though those were younger, maybe thirteen at the oldest. Emily could understand why they took it so seriously, after all the prize for nationals was a cash prize of a hundred thousand dollars. Such was the influence of the game.

After her victory Emily was invited to the ''after party''. She had declined this, knowing it too be a slightly more glamorous version of a tournament, and had left, carrying a suitcase filled with her prize. Emily was twenty one years, and wasn't employed. The country's lack of available jobs was partly to blame, but she had played in dozens of tournaments, and winning each one, this served as her living expenses, and thanks to this massive victory she was set for months. The nationals was held in Los Angeles, where the game was surprisingly prominent, and where dozens of smaller tournaments were held. For these reasons she had moved here.

She lived in a large apartment complex with several others, many of which had children also playing the game. Emily got on well with children, having a rather childish personality herself, though this seemed to shift in a game, which she almost treated as life or death, never holding back, while also having fun, though this led her to desire stronger opponents, greater challenges. Upon entering her apartment, the size of a small home, only one floor, she saw an envelope sealed with crimson wax, sitting on her kitchen counter, as though waiting for her to arrive. Placing her suitcase of cash on the couch she picked it up, studying it. There was no address, only her name. Shrugging, she unsealed it and lifted the letter from within.

''Dear Miss Ralia.

For your victory at the national tournament of America, you have been invited to a championship unlike any other. Only the best of the best have been selected to receive this invitation. If you wish to accept please simply write 'Yes' and we will send a representative to brief you on the details. If you decline simply write 'No' and we will understand. The prize for victory of this tournament is your wildest dreams come true.

We eagerly await your reply,

Sincerely, Sors Nepellus.''

She was naturally curious, if a little suspicious. She had only won the tournament today, and for this to be here, meant that someone had broken in, yet there was no sign of forced entry, or even any form of entry at all. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but put it down to a prank and wrote 'yes'. A sudden gust of wind caused her to blink, and when she opened her eyes the letter was gone, no envelope, nothing. Maybe I'm going crazy, she thought to herself and sat down on the couch. Now that the tournament was over her day was pretty much laying about, watching T.V, going over different strategies, and eating. With no boyfriend she was often alone, but sadly she'd never been interested in relationships, because of this disinterest she was still a virgin, but she was no stranger to sex, having a collection of sex toys to rival her cards. Thanks to these she was only a technical virgin, having torn her hymen with a dildo long ago.

All of a sudden she felt tired. As if she had been running around the entire day, rather than sitting at an assortment of tables playing a card game. Her eyelids felt like they had weights attached, making it near impossible to keep them open. Her body felt perfectly relaxed, like the kind of feeling when you're completely at peace and content. Slowly her mind faded to the unconscious world where dreams were reality.

Emily woke with a start. She looked around, her sight slightly blurred due to her sleep, but could make out about a dozen silhouettes. As her body woke up she began to hear voices, some frantic, others calm, but with an underlying fear that came with an unknown situation. As she sat up, she realised she was on a bed fit for a princess, with what felt like silk covers, and pillows so fluffy they might have been clouds for all she cared, there were drapes that created the silhouettes, though there didn't seem to be anything holding them up. The voices became clearer allowing her to pick out various words.

"... fell asleep..."

"Woke up... what's going on?"

"I want... go home..." After a few minutes the voices died down and Emily completely awoke from her slumber.

Pulling back the drapes she gasped. All around were clouds, each one unique in its own way. Then she received the greatest shock of all; there was no floor. In a moment of mad panic she fell backward on the bed, trying to stay in the safest place possible. To her right she heard a snicker and then the drapes were pulled back to reveal an unknown face.

"You don't have to worry about falling. There's an invisible floor... that sounds crazy I know, but look!" The person, a woman, said and stepped back, displaying the fact. Emily crawled the edge and looked on as eleven people all walked above the clouds, some were still looking down wearily, as though expecting the floor to give out and let them drop ten thousand feet to the earth below. Now that the fright had passed she stepped onto the floor.

It was a strange experience. It was firm, yet yielding, no doubt adding to the fear of falling, it felt to Emily how she had, as a child, imagined it would feel to walk on the clouds. Tentatively stepping forward she looked around, seeing eleven other beds similar to hers, along with an equal amounts of unknown faces, though the first thing she noted was the lack of men present, all were women, and the next was that everyone there were either cute, or outright beautiful.

"My name's Rebecca by the way." The woman introduced herself, with Emily now noting the British accent. As Emily appraised her, she was amazed. The woman, Rebecca, was about five foot eleven, with full lips, high cheekbones, large child like ocean blue eyes. She had a slender figure, with 32B breasts, her belly shirt showed her taut abdomen with pride, and her tight jeans hugged her curvaceous thighs and rear. Her skin was light, though lightly tanned, with a wave of chestnut brown hair running down her back.

"Emily." She said and extended her hand. Rebecca took it enthusiastically, surprising Emily with her enthusiasm and the softness of her skin.

"I know, you won the American Nationals for Voluptus Ludum right?"

"Yeah... how did you know, it was only yesterday." She said suspicious of this and took her hand back.

"I was in the crowd. The British Nationals ended a few days before yours began so I was able to go there and check the western players." She explained, allowing Emily to breathe a sigh of relief. She wasn't a danger.

"So you also play the game?" She asked sitting back on the bed, feeling safest there.

"Yeah, seems like everyone here does." Rebecca stated, glancing around at the others. Many were standing in small groups of two or three, but one sat alone, looking down at her deck, or maybe the clouds below her posterior.

"How long have you been awake here?" She asked, noting how she seemed to know most of the people there.

"About twelve hours. Would you like to meet everyone? It really helps take your mind off things." Emily looked up and nodded, thankful for the opportunity to distract herself from the strange situation. Rebecca led the way, with Emily studying the scenery, even smiling when she saw a bird fly past. They came to a stop before a pair who were comparing strategies.

"Hey girls, this is Emily, the newest newcomer, if that makes sense." Rebecca introduced her.

"Hi Emily," She noted the slight Romanian accent, "My name's Alexandra, and this is Bell."

"Hi." She said shyly and turned away. She had a Finnish accent.

Both were polar opposites in appearances. Alexandra looked about five foot eight, with Bell looking five foot four, both had a small amount of baby fat remaining, though neither looked under eighteen. Alexandra was slim, though that seemed at odds with her large bust, estimated to be 32C, which was hugged tight by her dark pink blouse, her slim waist expanded gracefully into curvy thighs and buxom rump. Bell was the exact opposite, if it weren't for her refined look and the intelligent look in her eyes, one would assume she was barely a teenager. She looked thin, not anorexic, just not as well fed as her friend, this showed in her bust, small but proud her 28B breasts weren't on full display, but she didn't seem shy about them either. Her waist was about 24'' with a 26'' hips, and long, albeit rather skinny legs. Their eyes were the same strange pink, though it was dull, and with the platinum blonde hair, Alexandra's long, while Bell's was cut short, they looked like sisters.

"Um, excuse me, but are you two sisters?" Emily asked out of curiosity.

"Yes. Twins actually." Alexandra said and smiled warmly at her twin. Emily was surprised, she had thought that Alexandra was the older sibling while Bell was a great deal younger.

"Oh. You both look so different yet so similar." She mused aloud to herself before Rebecca pulled her off to meet another group.

They were headed for a group of four. All wore leather jackets, leather pants, and black combat boots, all looked like bikers. Three had their backs turned, but one was facing Emily and she could make out the lip, nose, and eyebrow piercing amongst the long black hair. Emily assumed her to be Asian since she had ghostly skin and jet black hair, though that could just be a stereotype that media had jammed into her head.

"What's up?" Rebecca greeted them openly. She didn't seem intimidated by the gruff exterior, though she soon realised why. They all turned with warm smiles illuminating their faces, despite the piercings, and black biker gear, their faces were warm, albeit vampiric in their complexions.

"Yo, Rebecca." Emily was right, the first girl was Asian, easily recognising the accent when she greeted her friend. The others looked like they came from a Japanese heritage, but didn't quite pale enough, nor was their hair as dark.

"This is Yuki, Alice, Claire, and Alannah." Rebecca introduced them.

"Hi." Alice said, with a hint of a German accent.

"'sup?" Claire greeted with a strong French accent (I will not write it as such, since that would be annoying and I really don't care).

"Good to meet ya." Alannah said, she sounded either Scottish or Irish. Emily nodded and studied them all once again.

Yuki was fairly tall, standing at about six foot two. Her skin was free of any and all acne, and seemed smooth as silk. She was well fed, with a slightly chubby appearance that worked with her height, making her seem cute despite her size, her breasts reaped the benefit of the extra fat, looking around 33D, and it was obvious she wore no bra, though even then they barely sagged, somehow defying gravity. Her waist appeared about 30'' and her hips flared at 36'', tapering into luscious thighs and long legs. Her lips were painted black, and her thick lashes shrouded her dark eyes, giving the overall appearance of a vampire.

Alice looked powerful. Her German side giving her a well toned muscular look, with strong arms and legs, but with shapely thighs, a taut stomach, and firm 32D breasts. Emily estimated her measurements to be 32D-32-34. Her skin was the darkest of the four, making her black clothes stand out less, though it highlighted her silver hair. She was about five foot eleven, standing a few inches below Yuki, though she was still just above the others. Emily glanced over them briefly and estimated Claire to be five foot nine and Alannah to be five foot ten.

Like the others they wore black leather jackets and pants. Claire had black hair, though the tips were dyed a striking blue, and it fell like a curtain around her face, highlighting her pale features and darkening her otherwise bright green eyes. Emily noticed that she had little make-up on, leaving her lips bare and her other facial features free of any product, despite this she didn't seem to have a single sign of ever having acne. Her measurements appeared to be 32C-26-32, also with curvaceous thighs.

Alannah was the only one among the four to have any visible imperfections, and they were minor to say the least. At the roots of her black hair you could see vibrant red beginning to grow, proving her hair is dyed. Across her face were dozens of freckles, that didn't seem to hinder her appearance, rather they enhanced it, giving her a cute tomboy look. Her skin was the second darkest of the four, making it harder to spot the freckles. Despite this slight imperfection she was the most endowed woman Emily had ever met with an astounding measurements of 34DD-26-36, with a shapely set of thighs and elegant legs. Upon completing her assessment of the four Emily smiled and asked.

"Do you play Voluptus Ludum as well?" They all nodded. The pattern seemed obvious; only those who played the card game were here, though that had yet to be proven.

After chatting for a bit and showing each other their decks, talking about which type was the best, Rebecca led Emily away to a group of three. They didn't notice them approaching talking with each other in hush voices, though they seemed to be focused on the conversation.

"Girls," They jumped slightly and turned to greet the two, "This is Emily."

"Hi Emily," She breathed a sigh of relief hearing someone hear without an accent, though she did have a slight southern drawl, "My name's Karen." She extended her small hand, which Emily shook with a friendly smile.

"Selene." Another introduced herself, also extended her hand for Emily to shake.

"Rachelle." Like the others she put her hand out for her to shake.

"And we're..." Karen began.

"Sisters!" They all announced in unison. Emily didn't know what to say, except that it seemed pretty obvious. They all had the same petite frame, the same eyes, similar voices, and the same hair. Even the complexions were the same, a dark ivory. They were all adorable.

Each had a face like a child's and even sounded like one. This combined with their size gave the impression that they were twelve, maybe thirteen. None had any bust to speak of, and their hips had little, if any, flare to them, though their waists were slim, about 24''.

"How are you three?" Emily asked out of curiosity.

"We're triplets and we're each eighteen." Rachelle announced. Emily was take aback by this.

"Just so you know, everyone here is eighteen or over, despite appearances." Rebecca told her.

"But they look twelve. No offence." She added.

"None taken." Selene, who seemed the most mature, assured her.

"The girl over there is Yami. There's no point in trying to talk to her; all she's told us is her name." Rebecca told Emily. She looked over at the girl. She, among the several groups that seemed to have their own look, was the only one who didn't seem to belong. Her hair was long, falling beyond her waist, with multiple colours streaking through it, creating a rainbow in the black wave. She looked five foot eight, with measurements of about 32B-26-32. Emily couldn't see her face clearly, because she was looking down at her deck, but from what she could see her face was quite cute. Rounded cheeks, full lips, and large black lined eyes.

An hour passed with Emily rotating conversations with the different groups and Rebecca. She had tried to talk to Yami, but she'd barely glanced up at her, though her expression seemed to harden in Emily's presence.

"Told you so." Rebecca said smugly. Before Emily could formulate a retort the sky around them darkened and all conversation stopped. Everyone turned to look up, where an opening appeared in the skies. From the opening descended a humanoid shape, though it was so dark now no one could make out any distinguishing features. The person stopped about ten feet above them all.

"I am Sors Nepellus' representative. I see you all answered ''yes'' to her letter." Everyone glanced about nervously at this, they too could feel the power that this person, or thing, seemed to radiate.

"I am sure you are all wondering why you are here, however that is something that must wait until later. For now I must inform you all of the rules of this little tournament." The person looked around making sure everyone was listening.

"In this tournament there are special rules I will enforce: no. 1, you are not able to use your personal decks in the proceeding matches," To this everyone started to yell, when a sudden bolt of lightning struck the ground, creating an earth-shattering sound, they turned silent, though the looks of outrage on their faces spoke loudly enough, "No. 2, you will use the decks I provide you. No. 3 the winner of each match receives the opponents deck." Some people grumbled about this, but didn't speak up.


Voluptus Ludum Ch. 02



After basking in the afterglow of her powerful orgasm Emily fell into a strange dream. In the dream she stood in a meadow filled with flowers. She looked around noting how the grassland and flowers seemed to stretch on forever, all the while she noted the scent surrounding her. It was similar to the smell of sex, but weaker, yet somehow stronger. As she mulled this over, she failed to notice a figure walking towards her from behind.

"I see you marvel at this place." Said the unknown figure, causing Emily to yelp in surprise.

She turned and studied the newcomer. Despite the long cloak she wore, Emily could tell it was female. She was tall, standing at maybe six foot two, maybe more. She looked down trying to gauge her measurements, but somehow the cloak shrouded them, barely letting her make out the female shape.

"You will not know my body until you win my tournament, Emily Ralia." The woman said and Emily instantly knew who it was;

"Sors Nepellus." She stated in disbelief.

"Yes it is me, and I come here to give you some unfortunate news Miss Ralia." The goddess said and sat down on the soft grass, motioning for Emily to join her. Once she sat the pleasure goddess began to explain what she meant:

"You see, I imbued one card in each deck I gave the twelve of you with a small amount of my power, making it's effects permanent or granting the player some of it's abilities," Emily took this in, despite still processing the fact that she sat next to a goddess. "However with your deck I was careless, or excited should I say, as yours was the last one I made. I wanted to get this tournament started as soon as I could, and because of that you have both a blessing and a curse." She looked at Emily, though the hood of her cloak made it impossible for Emily to distinguish any of her features. She nodded for the goddess to continue.

"Every card in your deck has a small amount of my power, making the effects more powerful, and permanent, unless overridden by a new card. I am sorry for that blunder Emily Ralia." Before she could raise any questions the scenery disappeared and her eyes opened wide, staring up at her ceiling.

Her mind went through what she had been told. Her cards were stronger than the others, thus making their effects permanent, she summarised in her head. Remembering what she had done before falling asleep she looked between her mounds to see a flaccid cock laying across her stomach, with it's head peaking at her from between her breasts. Her mind struggled with the fact that it was clearly still flaccid, despite the fact that it was far longer and thicker than anything she'd seen before. She sat up, the slight friction stimulating her new phallus, causing it to straighten slightly, and looked at the lone card on her playmat, which had also changed, now only having one creature slot and four equipment, just as the goddess's representative had said. She picked the single card up, hoping that it would make her penis disappear.

Nothing happened. She sighed, the goddess had told her it wouldn't work. She looked at the card's illustration, noting how the cock stood proudly, it's head easily several inches above a perversely posing elven creature's own. Even though she was freaked out by this, she felt her cock growing, and her pussy moisten as she stared at the picture. Her hands reacted to her lust, one wrapping around her growing girth, the other struggled not to drop the card and rub at her wet heat. She looked away from the card, to see her cock head now level with her eyes.

It leaked excessive amounts of pre-cum. The flow was constant, though an occasional burst would follow whenever she stroked herself, or something rubbed against her cunt. Her lust now overpowered all other motor-functions, forcing her hand to begin stroking the entire length, squeezing it to milk of it's thick fluid, while pushing three of her long fingers inside her love canal, the card now discarded on the table, finding and rubbing her g-spot. The already incredible flow increased, now completely covering her bare torso in it's viscous secretions. Realising how long it took to stroke the whole length, she withdrew her hand from her pussy, bringing it to the base of her still swelling cock, now peaking over her head and as thick, if not thicker than her forearm. Her moans rose in volume until she was certain the entire building could hear them.

She couldn't care less however, as her pleasure intensified to the point of absolution. Her new cock had risen above her head now, and only then did it seem to stop growing. As she pumped it with her hands, squeezing out each ecstatic drop of pre-cum, her tongue lolling out in the hopes of catching a falling drop. When that failed to yield results she began licking her now slick length, trying to satisfy her incredible hunger. As if in response a sudden flood of cock juice poured from the tip, coating the entire length and her hands in the thick, viscous fluid. More, she thought and felt it rising; her orgasm.

The heat grew within her gut until she felt it explode. It was unlike any climax she had ever attained before, she could feel the scolding hot cum shooting up her two foot pillar, before blasting from the head with more force than a hose. It coated the ceiling, even rebounding off of it and splattering her. She leaned her head back, mouth open wide, both from the overpowering orgasm and the need to taste herself. As more flew from her cock, she groaned in ecstasy and even leaned back in to lick the length as best she could. The flow began to subside, slowing to a small burst, accompanied by a constant river of her cum running down her length and onto her waiting tongue.

Once the ocean of sensations had faded a little, Emily looked around. Gasping in pleasured surprise, the area around her was splattered liberally with cum, particularly herself and the couch, both were coated with a thick layer of her cock juice. The sight and incredibly potent scent of sex was quickly energising her again, and she could see her impossible cock beginning to rise once more. Before it could Emily ran to the bathroom, more specifically her bathtub, where she could cum and drain it after she was done. Her cock rose to its full glory and she once again went to work.

The next orgasm came faster than before, but it was much more powerful. As she came she aimed it down, aiming to keep it in the bath as much as possible, but the blast was far too powerful to be fully contained. She fired again and again, the rebound coating her in a fresh layer. It took what felt like hours, but was really just over a minute, before her second male orgasm ended, with her tub being more than half filled. Once again she regained her thoughts enough to marvel at the amount, especially since she didn't have testicles, but also at the fact that she shouldn't be able to pump enough blood to make it erect, even flaccid it seemed to be too much, yet she felt great. Once again the sight and smell began to arouse her.

Two hours later... Emily groaned as she woke. She didn't remember when she fell asleep, but what she knew was that she felt great.. She stayed where she was for a minute, trying to gather the will to get up. When she did, her initial thought was; 'Did an elephant cum in here?' She stared awestruck at her bathroom walls, which were once ocean blue with wavy patterns all over them, but were now coating in dried cum, she knew it was from the smell that permeated the air. Leaving before she got aroused once more, she went into her living room, to find it in a similar state, but less drastic. A large part of her ceiling was coating in cum, as was her couch. Trying to remember what had happened here, she checked her bedroom, pleased to see it was spick and span. She walked back into the living room.

On her table was her playmat. She picked up the single card on it, gasping as she the memories came flooding back to her. She looked down to see her huge cock hanging between her knees. She knew she could never go out in public with this thing, she might be able to manage if it would stay flaccid, but she knew that was near impossible. A sudden thought struck her. If they became whatever creature they played, then all she had to do was find a normal human creature. Picking up her new deck she went through it, searching desperately for a human female, but none were there. It seemed all her cards had been replaced with futanari types, or demon-futa hybrids. She groaned, but went through it again, this time looking for one with a more manageable cock size.

Once she found it she played the card, and once again the sensations rushed through her entire body, her cock instantly becoming erect, and the events from barely more than two hours ago were replayed, though on a far more manageable scale.

Some time later... She came to her senses once more in the bathroom. There was no amnesia this time though. She remembered everything. She looked down, seeing most of her body submerged in a tub full of her thick, white cum. Standing up she looked down and sighed with relief, her cock had shrunk considerably, and was now six inches flaccid. She remembered her erection being about eleven inches and a bit thicker than her wrist, while it would be hard to hide such a hard on, it was easier to conceal than one longer than her upper body. She drained the tub, not an easy feat, considering how thick her juices were, but she managed, and took a long shower. Once done she went about cleaning the walls and living room.

It took her over an hour. The cum gave off a scent that seemed to take all of five minutes to make her erect and in desperate need to cum, though she took care and always came into the toilet bowl, not wanting to deal with more of a mess. Once she was done she noticed the time was 10:00PM, and began to get ready for bed. Sleep didn't come easily, her cock was almost as sensitive as her clit, and the way her pyjamas rubbed against it, was almost overpowering. After masturbating again she found herself finally able to sleep.

Her dreams were tainted with imagery of all forms of sex. The effects were powerful, though she continued to sleep soundly, even as her hands subconsciously wondered to her throbbing cock, masturbating it and giving her the greatest pleasure even as she slept. By the time she woke, her sheets, duvet, and her pyjamas were soaking in cum, both male and female. Groaning she got out of bed and went about her morning routine, trying to ignore her new appendage. As she did so she found that she still urinated normally, and that nothing had really changed about her, aside from the addition to her crotch. She sat on her recently cleaned couch with a bowl of cereal and once again looked at her new deck.

She wasn't sure how she felt about this. On one hand she had experienced a pleasure seldom felt by mortals, but on the other she was in a strange situation. She had to beat all the others she had seen that day, and make them her sex slaves, otherwise the same fate would befall her. A thought hit her, what if she didn't play them, they didn't know where she lived, so if one wanted to battle her they couldn't. Emily smiled and relaxed into her cushions. Her small happiness was cut abruptly short when letter floated down on the table. Her smile faded instantly.

Picking it up and opening it she read the contents, and then again aloud.

"First match of Sors Nepellus' tournament: Emily Ralia vs. Rebecca Black." She spoke it over and over again, not believing that they would actually force them to play each other. As she put it down the world once again turned dark.

Emily woke up in a field, similar to one from her dream conversation with Sors Nepellus. Looking around, surprised she wasn't groggy in the slightest, she saw Rebecca sitting up and copying her.

"Hey." Emily eventually said.

"Hi." The British girl replied. They both knew what was about to happen. Standing up, they stared at each other; Rebecca wore a shirt that was clearly too big for her, and a pair of panties, in total contrast to Emily's matching top and bottoms, which covered a large amount of her skin. Suddenly the sky turned black and they looked up to see a cloaked figure descend from the sky.

"Who is that?" Rebecca asked.

"Sors Nepellus." Emily answered in awe, not expecting to see the goddess again until she had defeated all the others. Rebecca looked at her then at the goddess, awe etched into her face.

"I, Sors Nepellus, am here to observe this battle. I must remind you, whoever loses will become the victor's sex slave, and will hand their deck over to them." The goddess raised a hand and before the two appeared a floating table, and with it their playmats. "You may begin." With that their decks materialised and were shuffled by invisible hands.

"Wait! Where are our deck holders?" Emily asked.

"I decided to make it so that there is as little a power difference as possible between players. For this, all of your deck holders are currently in my possession. Now, begin!" The goddess commanded.

Emily drew her cards and looked to Rebecca who did likewise. She was staring intently at her cards, as though she was mesmerized by the erotic illustrations or hadn't even looked at them since their meeting with the goddess.

"I'll take the first move, if that's okay?" Emily asked. Rebecca only nodded in reply. Emily wasn't used to these cards, and was unsure about how to best use them. Going with the simplest option she summoned a high attack power demon creature. Like all the other times she felt the rush of sensations as her body changed to what she had summoned.

What stood across from Rebecca now was not Emily Ralia, winner of the American Nationals , but a monster. It looked like a werewolf, mixed with a lion, dragon, and a human all in one. It stood at eight feet tall, with a mane of fire, and a coat of midnight black fur all over it, excluding it's front torso, where naked breasts the size of basketballs sat, defying gravity, and a phallus larger than a horses hung flaccid between it's powerful knees. It's arms were long and powerful, the wrists alone were far thicker than Rebecca's biceps. On it's back extended dragonic wings, with a span of three metres, maybe more. Rebecca trembled where she stood, outright terrified of the creature.

"I end my turn." Emily's voice said from the mouth of the creature.

"R-right." Rebecca looked at the creature and saw something beside it, a square that stated 10'000 power. She looked at her hand and saw nothing with more power than it. Her deck was comprised completely of strange anthropomorphic animals, though it was mostly horse and bird types. None were very powerful, but the equipment made up for that. Choosing a female horse creature she placed it on the only available slot.

Rebecca half expected to turn into it as Emily had with her creature, but instead it merely materialised before her, standing at eight feet tall and on two feet, uh, hooves, with magnificent breasts, a coat of dark brown fur and long arms ending in human hands. It's power was 6'000. She slid a piece of equipment called Breath of Fire into a slot, increasing the creature's power by 5'000, giving it 11'000 total.

"Attack!" Rebecca ordered it, and saw it roar at the demon, sending an ocean of flames towards it.

Emily felt the heat surround her. It surprised her that it didn't hurt, but that didn't matter, she had taken a hit, and that meant a damage counter, leaving her with nine left before she lost.

"Now my creature's ability activates; when it's attack is successful it gains 1'000 power. With that my turn is over." She said. Emily drew with her new demon hands, staring down at her cards, none of the creatures were stronger than Rebecca's, however she had plan. Without doing anything Emily ended her turn.

The battle continued in that fashion. Emily would continue to take damage and draw, while Rebecca's creature gained more and more power. Once Emily was down to five damage left she finally made her move. Removing the demon creature from the slot she played a futanari type, one with 15'000 power and a skull count of five. She moaned as the transformation took hold and she turned back into herself, except this time she had a cock longer than her legs and thicker than her biceps.

"My creature's ability activates; when my opponent's creature has female genitalia they lose 6'000 power, and my creature gains that lost power, giving me a total of twenty one thousand. Then I equip my Merciless Fucking armour, this causes my opponent to take an extra damage count for each orgasm their creature, or they have during my attack, though if I fail to make a single one of you cum, I take three damage."

"What!?" Rebecca shouted, appalled by this strange power. Before she could react further Emily ran at the Anthropomorphic horse, her cock bouncing and drooling incredible amounts of pre cum as she did so.

Rebecca could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the events unfold. Emily had forced her cock halfway inside the horse creature, and was thrusting powerfully, a large bulge appearing whenever she went as far she could go. The horse was letting surprisingly human moans of pleasure, even neighing/crying out loudly as it came again and again, each time a counter would rise beside them. It was currently at 4, meaning the creature had climaxed three times, and it seemed to be quickly approaching a fourth.

"Ugh, oh gooooddd... I'm cumming!" Emily announced and Rebecca watched as her cock thickened another two inches and balls of what must've been her cum pumped up the massive length, and into the anthropomorphic horse's womb. The cock seemed to create a water tight seal, as none escaped. The creature's womb began to swell from the sheer volume being forced into it.

When Emily's orgasm/attack had finished the horse looked to be heavy with human triplets. The counter said 5, meaning Rebecca would lose five damage counters. Once Emily returned to her post, the horse creature once more stood up and returned to it's post, thick globs of cum leaking from it's abused cunt. Rebecca didn't like to admit, but the scene had turned her on immensely, igniting a desire within her to be filled like that, and making her panties damp with her arousal. Shaking her head she focused on the game, remembering that if she lost she would become a sex slave. Not something she wanted.

Drawing she looked through her hand. None of her creatures were male, but she had some tricks to change that. Selecting one that had a skull count of six, she played it. The creature was a humanoid, but with large eagle wings spreading from it's arms and claws rather than hands. She was beautiful by human standards, standing straight at six foot three, with large DD breasts, a slim waist, child bearing hips, and shapely thighs. Rebecca felt herself moisten as she thought of it being fucked by Emily's inhuman cock. Once more shaking the thoughts away she played two new equipment cards, one called Gender Change, and another simply called Hyper.

The winged humanoid was changed instantly. Her pussy disappeared and from where her clit used to be grew a cock, far bigger than any humans', then the next card's effects kicked in, making the cock grow until it rivalled Emily's, and her breasts copied it, growing until they were the size of beach balls, with nipples almost large enough to be miniature cocks. It's power raised from it's base level of 9'000 to 18'000, with no power reduction due to the loss of it's pussy.

"Now mine is stronger!" Rebecca stated proudly and ordered it to attack. Unlike with Emily's attack the creature didn't fuck her or get fucked, instead it slashed at Emily and returned. Rebecca couldn't hide her disappointment at not seeing another sex scene.

Emily had never felt more alive. She could feel the power of her cards, it flowed throughout her body, making her feel powerful and so very horny. She drew her card, her hands shaking from the need to masturbate, only thoughts of relieving the tension on something much more satisfying kept her lust in check. She looked at her cards, none were strong enough by themselves, but she did have a powerful piece of equipment.




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"I equip the Power Shifter Armour. This armour is only active if I have four or less damage counters remaining." She gasped as she felt light armour appearing on her forearms, shins, and even her cock. When the equipment was in place, Emily had leather gauntlets, greaves and a weird leather sheath starting from the base of her cock and reaching the halfway point.

"This armour makes any being attracted to me, thus taking away half of their power, however if I do not win this turn then I lose two damage counters." She explained and noticed the wide eyed, yet happy, look on Rebecca's face, almost as though she wanted what was about to happen. Emily attacked.

The hovering creature was powerless to resist her. Emily ran up to it, the harpy was hovering a couple of feet above the ground, thus it's cock was level with her lips. She kissed the soft tip, her lips trailing over the head, even sucking as she passed the comparatively small hole at the tip, getting a large amount of pre-cum as a reward. The winged creature grunted in pleasure, which was when she made her move. Quickly moving behind the harpy-like creature, she placed her gigantic, erect cock at it's tight asshole. The creature wasn't given time to react as she pushed her cock in, somehow stretching the tight rosebud around three inches of thick meat.

It didn't cry out, instead it merely grunted again. As Emily forced more of herself inside the warm entrance, her pre-cum lubricating the way, Rebecca found herself rubbing her pussy through her panties, adoring the wet heat she felt there. Emily pulled out, unable to wait until she hilted inside the creature, or for it to adjust to her monstrous size, she began thrusting, getting a little bit more inside with each push, eventually forcing her sheathed half in as well. It took barely three thrusts before the winged creature was cumming, it's cock sending a fountain of spunk in the air, before it rained down on the two. Rebecca was nearing her own orgasm as she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her wet pussy to the world, before pushing two fingers inside herself. Her cries of orgasm were soon heard.

Several minutes passed and the orgasms just kept flowing. Emily was thrusting madly, despite knowing that she could stop even without cumming, but the pleasure was too great, making the option of stopping void. She wasn't sure how long she'd been fucking the shemale creature's asshole, but it was starting to affect her, and she could feel her cock thickening as her body prepared to discharge it's massive load. Four thrusts later and Emily cried in orgasm.

The amount of cum flooding the humanoid's anus quickly flowed into it's intestines, and then it's stomach. Her cock was thick enough that only small streams escaped the seal, flowing down their thighs. The harpy was soon practically drowning in cum, as it flowed up it's oesophagus and throat, pouring from it's mouth and nostrils in thick rivers. It took a full thirty seconds, but Emily finally finished her climax, pulling out of the disappearing winged creature. She turned to see Rebecca on the ground, her hand between her thighs, and her eyes locked solely on Emily's slowly deflating cock.

"Emily Ralia is the winner!" Sors Nepellus announced, though her voice seemed thick with lust, "For your victory, you receive your opponent's deck, and her eternal servitude to your sexual desires." With that the world faded once more to black.

When Emily woke she felt she was being crushed beneath something. Her hands went to move it, and came into contact with an erect cock. At the touch the memories came flooding back, and she stood up, holding her cock to her body, so as not to knock something over. She pulled out her deck and once more placed the smallest futanari card down, her cock instantly shrinking to eleven inches erect. She sighed and replayed the match in her mind. She had won the game, so she now had Rebecca's deck, and her eternal servitude to her sexual desires, but something else bothered her. When the tournament was announced to the unexpecting participants, they had been told that they were the creature they played, but Rebecca's had materialised as a separate being. The mystery swirled in her mind.

"I can answer that question." A voice said in her mind and Emily knew it instantly.

"I know I'm being disrespectful, but why does a goddess keep talking to me all the time? She asked, wondering what the big deal with her was.

"I am rather fond of you Miss Ralia. Now as to your question, I made a change to the rules hours before your match. Each player, with a single exception, was given a new letter asking if they would like to turn into the creature during combat, or have it be a separate being. As you can tell, Rebecca chose to have it be separate from her."

"Why didn't I get one?" Emily asked, curious as to the answer.

"Because I thought you would prefer to experience the pleasure first hand, based on your activities prior to the match." The goddess's voice held a bit of humour in it, which made Emily smile a little.

"I guess I should thank you then, because it was one of the greatest experiences of my life."

"You are most welcome Miss Ralia. I must go now, unfortunately a goddess is rather busy." With that the voice was gone.

With her query answered, Emily looked around her apartment. She was looking for Rebecca's deck, to see what it was like, having only seen a small handful of cards. She found on her living room table and picked it up, gasping in amazement at the illustrations. All of the creatures were anthropomorphic horses, or harpies, all not very high in power, but had abilities and equipment to boost their power. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door.

Without thinking she went to answer it. Opening the door she saw Rebecca, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties, a large wet spot was obvious on the latter. Hurriedly, Emily pulled her inside, not wanting one of her neighbours' children to see the young girl in such a state. When the door was shut, Emily turned to Rebecca.

"What are you doing here? For that matter how did you find me?" Emily asked her, the girl seemed just as confused as she was.

"I don't know. I woke up and my deck was gone, and there was this voice telling me to come to this address. I couldn't ignore it, I had to come here the moment I was awake." Rebecca answered, seeming a little scared.

"Oh boy... It's Sors Nepellus, she was the one who told you to come here." Emily explained.

"That is correct." The goddess's voice said in their minds, "I thought it fitting that the two of you live together, see as how it would be rather inconvenient for Miss Ralia should she require your services Miss Black." Both people were taken aback by this, though Emily was more worried about one thing in particular.

"But my place isn't big enough for two people." She said, not bothering to argue against the goddess.

"That's not an issue," Rebecca said, "My family's got a large home here in L.A. Don't worry, they only got it for me, so I'm the only one there." Emily stared at her in open mouthed amazement. They only bought it for her? That's not something just anyone can say about a house.

"Is your family rich or something?" She asked.

"Yeah, my parent's are owners of two separate record labels. They earn like two million a year, and have connections in just about anywhere, including the retail business." She said as though it were no big deal. Before Emily could say anymore, the goddess interrupted her.

"Excellent! I shall transport you and your belongings there at once Miss Ralia."

"Wait what?" She managed to get out before a wave of vertigo hit her and she was suddenly standing a room as big as her apartment.

Emily looked around in amazement. She stood in the middle of what felt like a cavernous room, with various extravagant items all over the show, ranging from something as simple as a small glass bowl, to a 70'' plasma wide-screen tv (with Netflix). The furniture was as luxurious as the rest of the room, being made of a fine leather only the rich could afford. She looked up, confirming that it was, in all aspects, far bigger and better than her apartment, the ceiling being a half a dozen feet above her, and a large crystal chandelier. Then she noticed the fountain outside. It seemed to be made of solid gold, with a near constant supply of water coursing through it. This was no house... it was a mansion.

Is this Rebecca's house? She thought, and, as if to confirm her suspicions, Rebecca appeared beside her, along with her various belongings, all sorted neatly in suitcases.

"So," She began, turning to look at her Mistress, "Does it please you my Mistress?" Emily was taken aback by the title she had been given suddenly.

"Wha-what? You really don't need to call me 'Mistress'." Despite saying that she couldn't help but feel a slight warmth start within her loins, making her cock rise, creating a rather large tent in her pyjamas, despite it only reaching a semi-erect state.

"I don't, I know. But, I want to." Rebecca said, blushing and looking away. Sighing Emily decided she needed to do something about her rapidly rising erection.

"Well then, care to show your mistress where the master bedroom is?" She asked and Rebecca finally noticed the nearly full mast her Mistress sported.

"Of course." She practically purred and led her away.



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Authors Note: It's finally done! I can honestly say this will be the longest chapter and took forever for me to write. I am also working on a new one shot for the fun of it and am hoping to have it done soon. The Goddess will be the next to continue so I hope you will check it out and give me some feedback. As always constructive criticism is appreciated and I'm willing to accept ideas. Hope you all enjoy reading this as much I did writing it.

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The next morning Emily awoke feeling lethargic, yet undeniably great. Turning over in the soft bed, she felt someone's breasts against her's. Opening her eyes she saw the sleeping face of Rebecca Black, her cheeks and lips covered in dried cum. Memories came flooding back to her, of how she had won her first battle, of how she received Rebecca's goddess given deck, and her eternal servitude, then how she came here. There was one part of her memory that stood out, and as she remembered, her cock began to rise. The night before began to play through her mind.

Rebecca led her to the master bedroom, which was enormous, easily as big the living room, with a king sized bed in the middle. Emily looked around taking in the astounding beauty, yet the strange bareness of the warm, with barely any furniture around, aside from the bed, and bedside table. The walls were painted white, and had no pictures, awards, nothing to decorate them. On the wall opposite the bed, was a sixty inch tv, yet that seemed to be all.

"It's a little bare isn't it?" She said it as a question.

"I'm, what you could call, a social girl. It was rare that I'd sleep here, so I never bothered with decorating it." Rebecca explained.

"Where'd you sleep?" Emily asked.

"Wherever the guy lived." She stated matter-of-factly, to which Emily stared at her open mouth.

"What?"

"How many people have you slept with?"

"Um... about two or three dozen; they just kinda melt into one another, so I don't really know. Don't worry babe, I'm clean." She added upon seeing the shocked, almost horrified, expression on her mistress's face.

Emily wasn't sure how to process that. During the battle she'd acted on instinct, and she liked to think that she did pretty well, but after hearing how experienced her servant was by comparison, she didn't feel too confident anymore.

"Mistress? Are you okay?" Rebecca asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." She replied, not too confidently.

"If I may ask Mistress. How many people have you slept with?" In reply Emily hung her head, her face turning bright red.

"The battle was the first time I've engaged in sexual activity with anyone else." She whispered.

"I'm sorry Mistress. I couldn't hear that."

"I'm saying I'm technically a virgin." Emily said louder, keeping her head down.

"Oh." Rebecca said flatly, then added: "That's not a big deal. You've got all the power you need to have a good time." To demonstrate, she walked to her mistress, and her hand reached to caress the now deflated cock.

Emily looked up at her servant. She was smiling, a spark of lust in her eyes, as she stroked the object of her desire through Emily's sweatpants. Desire began to build within Emily, but she knew there was one thing that she wanted to do, before hand.

"Rebecca." Her servant looked at her, lust dancing like fire in her eyes.

"Get me my deck. I'll need it to fuck you so hard; you'll never desire anything but me." Emily already knew that Rebecca, desired only her, and would until one of them died, but it was the only excuse she could think of. She wanted to fuck Rebecca, she wanted her to inflate with her cum, wanted to mark her every crevice with her seed. Rebecca was her servant, and she wanted everyone to know it.

Rebecca practically ran down the stairs, and began searching frantically for her mistress's deck, while Emily sat on the bed. The desires were somewhat terrifying, simply from how extreme and powerful they seemed, she didn't know why she wanted to fuck Rebecca so hard right then, but she knew that it was somehow right. I'll fuck her, and cum in her until she looks heavy with my child. The thought came unbidden, yet Emily accepted it, she knew that she had strange fetishes, and this was just one of them. To her inflating someone with nothing but cum was so hot that she felt her cock stand to full hardness, leaking it's own desire to fuck Rebecca.

Soon the servant had returned. Handing Emily the deck, her mistress looked through it, until she found two cards. One's illustration was of a petite elven girl, stroking a cock that looked as thick and long as her body, all the while spewing a fountain of thick cum. The other was an equipment card, which changed the wearer's whole body, making it like elastic, allowing them to take more powerful blows with reduced damage. Emily smiled at the two cards, her eyes shining with lust that seemed to call out to them. She sent Rebecca to find her own mat.

Upon her return Emily laid the two mats out. On Rebecca's she placed the equipment, and on her's the futanari. Emily had no idea if it'd work, but she assumed that Sors Nepellus would guess what she was up to and grant her this favour, if only this once. To her surprise, Rebecca began moaning and fell before her; Emily knew this confirmed that it had worked. Immediately after Rebecca came under the card's effects, Emily did too, crying out as she felt her cock grow impossibly large, quickly growing upwards, through her shirt, before poking into her chin, and then rising beyond. In a flurry of movement, Emily tore her shirt and sweatpants off, allowing her cock room to grow. It finally stopped at an impossible length of 32'' and a girth of 4''.

Rebecca stared at the pillar of sexual majesty as it rose before her and her mistress's gaze. She felt apprehensive about taking that into her body, yet she felt her pussy practically pouring with it's juices, her mouth watered as she watched a large drop of pre-cum drool down it's incredible length. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. Emily noticed her servant's lust, and didn't intend to deny her. Using a strength she had no idea she had, she stood, her cock standing high above them, before it flopped down, almost hitting Rebecca.

"Suck it." Emily ordered. Her slave looked to her, then the cock, fear and lust warring in her eyes. Soon her mistress's command and her lust won the war.

She kissed the tip, licking up the flowing pre-cum. There's no way I can take this thing in my mouth, she thought, even as she kissed and licked the head. A minute later her desire to take this beast inside was too much, opening her mouth as wide as possible Rebecca pressed forward, feeling, to her amazement, the head sliding almost comfortably into her warm orifice. A muffled moan escaped her as she tasted more pre-cum, as it flowed from the tip and onto her waiting tongue. Knowing what she needed to do, Rebecca began to push forward, feeling the head pressing past her uvula and into her throat. Her hand went to the bulging flesh to caress her mistress's cock through her flesh.

Emily sent a silent prayer of thanks to Sors Nepellus. Thanking her for letting this work, and giving her a chance to do the impossible, speaking of which: Rebecca had forced almost a foot past her lips, and she showed no signs of discomfort, nor any loss of lust. Inch after thick inch slid past her lips, across her lustful tongue, past her uvula, and down her clenching throat, the head now poking against the entrance of her stomach. Rebecca's system tried to reject the strange object trying to force it's way into her stomach, but the clenching of her oesophagus only worked to pleasure Emily, as she began to force more in. The head now entered the stomach.

Rebecca's eyes opened wide, as she felt her stomach being violated by her mistress. The stomach acids had vanished, Emily noted and thought it to be a side effect of the card, or the meddling of a certain goddess. She didn't think on the subject too long, as she continued to push, aiming her cock away from her slave's body, and to her own. The elastic body happily stretching outwards as she pushed little over two feet in. Feeling a now familiar sensation in her gut, she knew her climax was fast approaching.

"You want my cum?" Emily moaned as she forced yet another inch inside. Rebecca could only moan in reply, but the futa took this as 'yes'.

"Then get ready bitch, 'cos here is comes!" With a shove so powerful, were she not elastic, Rebecca would've died, the impossible cock hilted inside, it's shape completely obvious as it pressed outward, the head clear as day, as was the hilt. Emily began to cum the moment her groin met her slave's nose.

Emily had an idea of how much she might cum, yet that was shattered as she felt what could be an ocean flood forth into her slave's eager stomach. In an instant Rebecca's stomach looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball, and with her mistress's cock plugging the upward exit, the cum had nowhere to go, but through her lower body. Flooding her intestines, it soon forced its way into her anus, before flowing forth, coating her floor in thick semen. Rebecca had never looked so happy before.

Fortunately the orgasm didn't last very long. After roughly six spurts of semen, the climax petered out, leisurely drooling a near constant stream of cum as Emily pulled her slightly deflated cock from her slave's heavily distorted body; it looked as though she were heavy with twins. Once free a small fountain of cum exploded from Rebecca's freed mouth, coating her mistress's thighs in her own fluid. Despite the massive climax, Emily's cock had barely softened, and was returning to it's full glory as it's owner gazed at the lustful mess her slave had become. Her cock soon stood to full attention.

Emily stared in amazement at her cock. It stood like a pillar of desire, hanging over her slave's head, whose eyes looked up lazily, unable to keep her gaze away from the object of her desire. Neither of them felt any apprehension now, only the need to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, until the sun set and rose once again, or at least until they were exhausted, though when that would be, neither of them knew. Rebecca was still leaking cum everywhere, panting as her body continued to receive pleasure, simply from being filled it's master's cum. Emily wasn't patient enough to wait though.

"Get on your hands and knees." She ordered. Rebecca couldn't say no, not just because she could hardly breathe with the cum still flowing up her throat, but because she didn't have the will to. Her body knew what it's mistress wanted of it, and it was all too willing, even if it might kill her, though a part of her knew it wouldn't. Soon she was on her hands and knees, presented both her ass and pussy to her mistress. Emily took it all in.

Not wanting to forget, even though she knew that there'd be many more opportunities to see this, Emily basked in the sight of her servant. The cum flowing out her puckered asshole, coating her pussy and thighs in Emily's viscous fluid. Her ass was delightfully rounded, making it clear how well Rebecca took care of her body, and Emily couldn't resist reaching out and roughly massaging them, delivering the occasional smack, which brought a loud moan from the servant's mouth. Then she spied the leaking pussy. 

Emily had never been interested in women before, but then again, she hadn't been particularly interested in sex until recently, yet she found her mouth practically watering at the sight of her servant's begging pussy. Leaning in, she took a deep breath through her nose, basking in the scent of her slave's arousal, before taking a slow lick along her swollen labia, up to her engorged button. Both moaned in ecstasy, as Emily spread her lips apart, revealing in the sight of her servant's slick cunt, before forcing her tongue deep inside, moaning louder at the concentrated taste of Rebecca's bittersweet juices. Her cock was leaking a small river of pre-cum now, begging for attention.

Rebecca could feel the stone pillar of flesh throbbing against her torso. She looked down, gasping as her mistress lapped at her pleading cunt, and saw the head was practically eye level. Noticing how it seemed to beg for it's own pleasure, Rebecca obeyed it, opening her mouth wide once more, and forcing the head inside, her tongue playing with the large slit at it's tip, earning a large dose it's delightfully thick pre-cum, causing her to moan loudly, despite the large object filling her hungry maw. It didn't take long before she felt her own climax building.

Emily could feel the added lubrication as her partner neared her climax. Getting a more concentrated dose of her bittersweet juices, Emily went to work with even more gusto, if that was possible; she clasped her lips over the swollen clit, lapping at it with her tongue, while she penetrated Rebecca with three of her fingers, squirming them around until she heard a particularly loud moan from her willing captive. They worked the other to orgasm with a frenzy not even animals could rival.

When Rebecca came they both discovered that she was in fact a squirter. At that point, Emily had her mouth planted firmly over her cunt, using her nimble tongue to penetrate as deeply as she could, and as such received a mouth full of pussy juice, forcing her to swallow just before another refilled her mouth. The taste set Emily off too. She rammed her hips forward, jamming as much of her cock as was possible into the relatively small gullet of her servant, and relished the feeling of her throat stretching around her girth, just as wave upon wave of magical sperm shot forth and overfilled the slave's stomach. Once again it travelled through her system.

Emily was practically in heaven. The taste of Rebecca's cunt juice, while cumming as hard as before, was indescribable. It amazed her how much cum a single human woman produce, as she continued to squirt more and more pussy juice, filling and refilling Emily's more than willing mouth. Then she received an unexpected gift. Unknown to her, the cum she was shooting had travelled through Rebecca's intestines, and now her anus mimicked her pussy, squirting a thicker fluid all over Emily's face, pasting her eyes shut and making her curious as to the taste of her cum, mixed with Rebecca's ass. Removing her lips from Rebecca's still cumming cunt, she locked them over her asshole, just as another wave of her semen came. Never before did she think such a taste existed.

Emily's mind went blank. The taste of her cum, shooting into her gullet via another woman's asshole was indescribable, in fact it sent a shock wave of ecstasy through her still cumming form, sending an even greater surge of cum into Rebecca's body, which soon filled Emily's. It was a never ending cycle, that is until the climax ended, having already lasted two minutes, and never showing any signs of slowing, though the volume of cum was far lower than the last time, no doubt due to the recent orgasm. This time leaving Rebecca looking as though she were only carrying one child.

Emily pushed Rebecca off, panting as the sensations of the afterglow washed over her. Rebecca was also panting, though more for oxygen then from the pleasure. Noticing this, Emily decided to see if there was a card that let her breathe even when her airways were blocked; to her surprise, there was one. Using it, she decided to test it out, her cock once more standing at it's goddess given glory. Once again, Rebecca was filled with all 32'' of cock meat, and once more she was forced to directly ingest gallons of cum, adding to her barely deflated stomach, making it seem heavy with triplets. During it however, Rebecca had no trouble whatsoever breathing. Experiment successful.

It almost seemed demonic now. Despite three orgasms, all in fairly quick succession, Emily's cock was almost at it's full glory once again. Rebecca, having caught her breath, and regained some of her motor-functions, stood and bent over, presenting her still leaking ass and pussy to her mistress, no, her goddess. She opened her mouth, letting a small river flow over her lips, and gurgled:

"Please fuck me mistress." There was no way in hell Emily would say no to that.

Lining up her cock, which still glistened from Rebecca's spit and her own cum, most of which Emily herself had licked off, needed no further lubrication to enter the leaking pussy. Without warning, Emily rammed her phallus inside, and almost came on the spot. Despite only getting ten inches in, before meeting any form of resistance, Emily couldn't believe how amazing it felt, and she wanted more. Pulling back a single inch, she punched forward, ploughing through her slave's cervix and entering her tight womb, but even then she continued to push onward, aiming her cock at such an angle that it bulged from her impossibly elastic flesh, and almost reached Rebecca's mouth, before Emily stopped, wanting to rest and take in the awesome sensations. Nothing they had done before even compared to this.

They remained still like that for a single moment longer, before Emily couldn't resist anymore and began to move. The bulge of her cock retracting, only to lurch forward, completely filling the altered woman and granting her pleasure beyond either of their imaginations, making her cum faster than ever before, her juices squirting around the impossible girth plugging her clenching cunt. Both were crying out in pleasure, though Rebecca's overshadowed Emily's, raising octave after octave. Emily felt her orgasm growing, and stopped moving briefly. Rebecca looked down, her expression one of exhaustion, yet her eyes were filled with need for more.

"M...More..." She managed to pant out, her voice hoarse from the constant throat fucking. Emily didn't need to be told twice.

Despite the fact that her cock had stretched Rebecca's stomach to her chin, there was still several inches of delightful cock meat waiting to fill her further. With wild abandon, Emily lifted Rebecca, her cock helping support her, before moving her to the bed, where she spread the slave girl's legs wide, granting full view of her impossibly stretched pussy, and of the remaining foot of Emily's cock. Without warning, Emily pulled back, before thrusting forward with all the strength she could muster, forcing inch after pleasurable inch into Rebecca's cunt and womb. The altered woman went silent as the flesh of her abdomen stretched over her eyes.

Soon Emily was pulling out as much as she could then thrusting back in. Each time Rebecca would cry out in unending pleasure, she laid flat against the bed, unable to lean up due to the protrusion stretching from her stomach. Getting a sudden idea, Rebecca waited for Emily to pull out slowly before lifting her head as much as possible, and opening her mouth wider than ever before. She aimed it perfectly, and when Emily thrust in once more at full force, Rebecca's tautly stretched skin entered her mouth. She moaned at the feeling of having her mouth once more filled with something.

Even through her taut flesh Emily could feel Rebecca's tongue, lapping at the tip of her cock. It was easily one of the most intense, and indescribable feelings she'd ever felt, and with it came a feel of heat, building in her body. She knew it to be her orgasm, and began using short, erratic thrusts, her cock never leaving the hungry maw of her servant. With a cry she felt her cum begin shooting up her length.

She pulled back enough that Rebecca couldn't reach it. She watched as her cock pulsed rapidly, and with pulse it would deliver at least a litre of thick cum. Her cock had created a watertight seal, meaning that no cum could escape her womb, causing it to inflate, growing and growing until she seemed heavy with twins. But even then it continued. The constant spurts always delivering a litres worth of semen.




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Rebecca watched through lust hazed eyes. As her stomach continued to grow, becoming monstrous in it's own right, almost seeming to contain toddlers rather than infants. She should've been concerned about this, seeing as how a normal woman would've died from the sheer amount, but she trusted her mistress with her life, and only felt pleasure as her abdomen increased in size. As the spurts began to decrease in amount, she had one last orgasm. One so powerful she fell unconscious.

Emily pulled completely out of Rebecca, spraying the inflated woman with the last of her orgasm. At last she felt sated, as she surveyed her handiwork she couldn't help but feel slightly amazed. Rebecca's pussy leaked a constant flow of cum, but even then her stomach hardly shrank. Emily scooped up a handful and was once again amazed when she FELT the sperm wriggling on her hand. She probably should've been concerned about this, but the recent orgasms had made her mind almost unable to process this fact. She studied the thick, jelly like cum in her hand and grew curious as to the taste of something so absolutely thick. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped up what she could. Instantly she was taken by the taste.

Despite having tasted her juices before, this was on an whole new level. It was indescribable as she planted her lips over the leaking hole of her unconscious slave, lapping up as much as she could, and almost experiencing an orgasm from the combined taste of Rebecca's bittersweet juices and her cum combined. Her cock quickly returned to it's full glory, leaking copious amounts of pre cum. Reaching a hand down, she tried her best to stroke it, her hand barely getting halfway around the demonic girth. Still she felt more pleasure, as the addictive jelly like cum coated her taste buds, a hand on her cock and the other on her breasts, kneading and pinching the sensitive flesh, she could feel yet another orgasm building. Just as it began to shoot up her length she stood, and aimed it around the room, acting on another wild impulse. After that she couldn't stay awake any longer and fell beside Rebecca, falling asleep quickly.

Back in the present Emily was stroking herself to another orgasm. She felt Rebecca get up beside her, but couldn't care as pleasure raced through her entire body, until she felt a hot mouth engulf the tip, sucking up the pre-cum pouring from it.

"Oh god!" Emily cried and thrust once, cramming a foot of her length down her servant's throat, who only looked at her with joy in her eyes. Once again Rebecca was fed gallons of semen, and she loved every minute of it. After that the two surveyed the damage to the room.

The walls were white to begin with so nothing seemed different there. However the bed, bedside tables, lamps, and other various items were painted in cum. Emily picked up a discarded shirt and found it to still be damp, dripping with her semen, and the massive tv had it's screen hidden behind a wall of drying cum. Rebecca whistled in astonishment.

"We really did a number on this place huh?"

"Yeah." Was all Emily could say in reply. They sat like that in silence when Emily's stomach growled loudly.

Rebecca giggled lightly and said that she'd go and make breakfast. Emily offered to help, but Rebecca told her that she wanted to please her mistress through more ways than just sex. Deciding not to push the subject, Emily just nodded and laid back, feeling the bed sheets and mattress squelch beneath her. They'd have to do something about that, she thought, and remembered that she needed to reduce her cock back to normal, seeing as how it was hanging by her shins, despite it's flaccid state. The mats were strangely immaculate, as though not a single drop of cum had touched them. Shrugging it off she removed the largest futa card and replaced it with the smallest. She also removed Rebecca's.

She then headed downstairs. Upon reaching the cavernous living room she noticed Rebecca's goddess given deck, and began to look through it. All the creatures were anthropomorphic lifeforms, while the equipment cards seemed to be centred around making them stronger and immune to power reduction. Running back up stairs, she grabbed her deck intending to possibly add anything to it from the new one she'd received. As she placed it down she remembered that she was still naked and coated in cum.

A quick shower later she wished for her clothes, and seeming to react to her will Emily's suitcase full of clothes was right outside the bathroom. Once dressed she went back to work on her deck, taking out a few less usual equipment cards and replacing them with new ones.

"What'cha doing?" Emily heard Rebecca ask as she sat beside her, naked as the day she was born, though still coating in dried cum, however this didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

"Just modifying my deck." She said and Rebecca leaned in closer, her large bust pressing against Emily's arm, "A-anyway don't you need a shower?"

"Yeah." She said and stood, about to leave before turning back and, with a seductive smile she asked, "Would you like to join me?"

Emily looked at with longing, but decided that she didn't want to get so dirty so soon.

"I'll pass for now. But I'll be sure to make it up to you later, 'kay?" She added upon seeing the disappointed expression of her servant's face, which lit up at the promise.

"I look forward to it. By the way, could you finish up with breakfast?" With that she left for the shower. Emily could smell breakfast quite clearly, and followed the scent to the kitchen. It, like the rest of the house, was immaculate, what wasn't however was the food. Rebecca was clearly not a cook, which went with what she had said earlier about rarely sleeping here. In a frying pan were some eggs, but they were burnt beyond helping. There was also some horridly burnt toast as well.

Sighing, Emily went about throwing out the ruined meal and preparing a new one. She didn't quite have the energy to prepare something extravagant, so she settled for recreating the eggs and toast that Rebecca had tried at. When it was almost done, she heard Rebecca walk up behind her.

"Damn that smells good. I'm amazed you can cook this stuff." She noted and Emily noticed that she was only wearing a towel, one that was wrapped tight around her bust. Turning her gaze away she replied:

"It's not that hard when you have to live alone."

"That reminds me, why did you live alone?" Emily looked down at the eggs, which were now ready, as was the toast.

"Breakfast's ready." She said, trying to dodge the subject. Rebecca seemed to understand and didn't press the matter.

They ate in silence, except for Rebecca occasionally complimenting Emily on her cooking despite the simplicity of it. When they'd had their fill, Emily went about putting the dishes away in the dishwasher, while Rebecca left to get dressed. As she did her mind wandered to the reason why she lived alone; back to those painful memories.

Throughout her childhood Emily had been alone more often than not. Her parents hardly had time for her, and would often leave her alone even at the age of eight. They would call babysitters, but they were grumpy old men or women, who clearly would prefer to be anywhere but there. She was raised to be quiet, something her parents and babysitters considered very pleasant, but made her seem weird at school, where the kids were often loud, speaking their minds freely. She only spoke when spoken to and wouldn't look anyone in the eye, afraid of the only gazes she knew: contempt, disappointment, or uncaring. That was all she knew for so long.

When she turned entered high school she had no friends nor confidence in anything except studies. Her family would buy her only the essentials, clothing, school books and bags, and food. They didn't give her pocket money, despite having more than enough money to do so, and it was more a fact that they would simply forget, and she was too timid to remind them. Around this time her parents marriage was becoming strained, which quickly turned to divorce. After this her life became slightly better.

Emily's father got custody of her and they began to talk more. They chose to live in an apartment similar to her future one, however it cost far less than the house, allowing her father to work slightly less often. She couldn't remember what he did, but he was good at it. He took her out places from time to time, asked if there was anything she wanted from the stores, and how school was going. It was as though all the contempt he had exuded before just went away. To Emily this was a good life.

"Hi babe. I have something for you!" Rebecca said as she hugged Emily from behind, jolting her from her memories.

"Wha-What is it?" She asked surprised.

"I made reservations at this restaurant for dinner. It's supposed to be really good, and it has private booths for couples." She explained excitedly, licking her lips sensually at the last part.

"You didn't need to-"

"Oh, I know." Was all she said, cutting Emily off. She just shook her head lightly, grinning all the while.

"Well then, what should we do now?" Emily asked.

"I have a few ideas." Rebecca said suggestively. Emily's grin widened at this and she felt her cock stir in her jeans.

Several hours later Emily and Rebecca were in the restaurant, in a private booth. Emily couldn't help but look around in wonder at it all, having never to been to such a high end restaurant before.

"This place is amazing." She marvelled aloud.

"Yeah I guess," Rebecca replied, clearly used to a place like this. She leaned closer to Emily and whispered in her ear; "But I can think of something far more amazing." Before her mistress could say anything, Rebecca ducked under the table and set about freeing the monster contained within Emily's jeans.

"Rebecca!" She whispered sharply, "We can't do it here. This is a public restaurant!" The last syllable came out as small cry of pleasure, as she felt Rebecca's cool hand grasp her warm, flaccid cock.

"Hello ma'am. I'll be your waitress this evening, can I get take your order?" A private room would be nice, Emily thought as Rebecca stroked her, bringing her cock to it's full glory.

"Uh, I'll have the, uh, salad!" Her voice rose an octave as her servant's tongue lapped at her dripping tip.

"Very good. I swear you had someone with you, will she be back soon?" Oh god, if only she knew, Emily thought.

"She, uh, told me that she'd like the, uh-"

"Same, but with lots of dressing." Rebecca whispered up to her.

"She'd like the same, just, ah, with extra dressing."

"Ma'am are you okay? Your face is red." She asked with worry.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine once I get some water please."

"Right away." With that the waitress left, with their orders, and letting Emily breathe a sigh of relief, which turned into a gasp of pleasure, as Rebecca engulfed her head in her cock hungry maw.

"We're gonna get caught if we're not careful!" Emily whispered frantically.

"Then we're just gonna have to finish before anyone suspects anything." Rebecca replied and suddenly took several inches of Emily's throbbing cock in her mouth and down her throat.

"Alright if that's the way you want it." Emily said and reached under the table to grip Rebecca's head on each side, before she could formulate a response she was pulled done the entirety of her mistress's cock, forcing her throat to stretch around it's girth. Emily kept her there for several seconds, until Rebecca tapped her hands, signalling that she needed air. Waiting a few more seconds, which brought her servant to the brink of unconsciousness, before pulling her off, and hearing her gasping for breath, the heat of her breathing rushing over her slick cock, bringing a small moan from Emily's lips. Without warning she pulled Rebecca back down.

Emily struggled not to yell out in pleasure. Rebecca was slobbering wildly over her cock, while her tongue lapped at whatever it could, combined with the swallowing motions of her throat, it was a miracle Emily hadn't cum yet. But she could feel it building quickly. She moved Rebecca so that her mouth only engulfed her head, while she moved a hand to jerk herself off, her hand flying thanks to the amount of spit that coated it.

"Here it comes!" She whispered, her voice filled with enough passion that it seemed to echo through the room. With that she moved her hand back to Rebecca's head and pulled her back down, where she fired the first all powerful shot. It was a miracle no one heard her.

The spurts were slightly audible, despite the head being buried deep down Rebecca's throat. But that was beyond their care at that moment; all that mattered was the sensation of cumming, and being filled with cum. As the orgasm reached the halfway point, by which Rebecca was practically drowning in cum, her body no longer having the elasticity it had before, forcing rivers of white to flow from her mouth. Meanwhile, the waitress returned, carrying the two's orders.

"Ma'am, are you sure you're okay?" She asked as she placed the meal down. Another powerful spurt further overfilled Rebecca's stomach, causing a large amount to erupt from her filled mouth. The waitress heard that and, rather than wait for an answer, she crouched down, pulled up the table cloth, to reveal Rebecca, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her lips stretched around what could be a third arm. This seemed to overwhelm the waitress, who stood back up and walked away, her expression strangely blank.

Soon after Emily's orgasm had come to an end. After cleaning the delightful tool of all it's cum, Rebecca sat back on her seat, her make-up smeared with cum and sweat. Pulling out a handkerchief, she wiped herself down, and proceeded to eat her second meal, despite her stomach being so full it was slightly bloated.

"She saw you, you know." Emily stated.

"I know, but this restaurant and it's staff know me, and they know I often bring men here. In fact more than a few have already seen me giving head under the table." She explained calmly.

"I guess if you say so... What if she's new though?" Emily asked, worry still thick in her voice.

"Did you have a chance to read the card description on the one you used?" Rebecca asked out of nowhere.

"No, but-"

"It says that it produces pheromones to attract the desired sex. Meaning that since you desire the female sex, your body is producing pheromones to attract them. In short, she's probably attracted to you, in fact," She looked over at the waitress, who was dealing with a nearby table, "I think she definitely is." As if on cue, Emily looked over at her, and met the woman's eyes. They were filled with lust, so powerful that it rivalled Rebecca's, or even Emily's. An idea popped into her head.

"Wanna take her home with us?" Rebecca simply smiled her most seductive smile.

Once we were finished, we called for the waitress. When she arrived, it was clear that she was flustered and that desire waged unending war against her control, though with us in her gaze it clearly gained strength. I could practically smell her wet heat growing.

"You know, you're pretty good looking." Rebecca stated, causing the waitress's blush to deepen.

"Th-thank you." She stuttered, her voice low and slightly husky.

"What's your name?" Emily asked, her mind's eye seeing past her uniform, through the underwear, and picturing her kneeling before Emily's massive tool.

"Alice. Alice Fae." She introduced herself. Realising that she wasn't doing her job she showed them the bill, to which Rebecca pulled out a large wad of cash, no doubt more than enough to cover the bill two times over.

"I have to ask Alice," Rebecca said as she carefully placed the necessary amount down.

"What?"

"How horny are you right now? After seeing my Mistress's massive cock shoved down my throat, pumping it's thick cum into my stomach?" Alice could obviously remember the scene in detail, as her breathing sped up. Emily leaned closer, her cleavage very clearly exposed.

"I have my own question: Do you want to see it again?" The waitress's eyes flashed at the offer.

"Oh, god yes... but I don't get off work for another hour." She said, obviously unhappy about it.

"Don't worry, I know your boss, one minute with me and you'll be coming home with us." Rebecca said, and, not giving the young woman a chance to reply, left to 'talk' with the boss.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy tonight very much Alice." Emily said with grin akin to the Cheshire Cat's. They sat together while they waited for Rebecca to return.

"By the way, Alice, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar." Emily looked the woman up and down, while going through all the people she might have met recently.

"I was thinking the same thing. It's like I saw you in a dream." Only now did Emily notice the slight German accent. She thought back to the day twelve women were all gathered by Sors Nepellus, and among them was a silver haired, German girl by the name of Alice. Putting two and two together Emily looked at Alice closely, going through every detail she could remember and finding that her appearance matched the memory.

"I didn't think any other participants were in America." Emily said and saw the recognition flash in Alice's eyes.

"I thought I recognised the two of you. How have you been?"

"Good. It's not easy adjusting to all that's happened, but it's been seriously fun too." Emily response was tinted with lust at the memories.

"Hey, have you tried any of your cards yet? Or did you choose to have the creatures be separate?" Emily asked.

"I haven't even touched that deck. I'm almost afraid of what might happen. But I choose to turn into the creatures." She answered, then asked; "Wait, does that mean you used them? Is that why you have that cock?"

"Yeah!" Emily answered enthusiastically.

Rebecca came back at that moment.

"Sorry that took so long, damn bastard tried lasting longer than normal. So, ready to go?" She asked, turning to Alice.

"Actually, I think I'll pass tonight." Alice got up and went to leave, but Emily stopped her,

"Oh no you don't. I said you'll enjoy tonight, and I meant it. Don't you want to see what we can do?" Emily asked, gesturing to herself and Rebecca.

"I-I, uh, I don't-"

"Trust me Alice; my Mistress can make you cum harder than you've ever imagined." Rebecca stated, her voice husky with desire.

"Mistress? Does that mean she-"

"Yes, we fought and I won, making her my sex slave." Emily said matter of factly, then added; "Don't worry that won't happen to you, not unless we're called to play and I win... which I will anyway." She added under her breath, a brief shadow passing over her eyes.

"I-I guess I can then..." Alice said, sounding young and almost lost; very different from how she had originally seemed.

"Great! Let's go." Rebecca said excitedly and the three left, Mistress and Servant grinning in anticipation, while Alice looked about nervously, despite the lust raging within herself.

It took all of twenty minutes to arrive back home. Alice was obviously shocked into silence as she walked up the long pathway leading to the mansion, her mouth agape and her eyes wide as she took in the scenery, despite the darkness. She had calmed down a little upon reaching the front door, but that quickly changed as Rebecca opened the door to Wonderland. Alice almost fell back at the strong scent of what was obviously their earlier activities. Though it disgusted her somewhat, another side of her couldn't help but get excited.

Walking inside the place was immaculate. If not for the smell of sex, one might never have guessed the filth that had just hours earlier been committed within this place. Alice stared around in wonder, taking in everything as though it were the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen, even the simplistic coffee table seemed to interest her. Or it might have been what currently sat on that table: A Voluptus Ludum deck. Alice's eyes soon found it.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 03



Emily walked over to it and lifted the deck in her hand. She smiled down at it fondly, once again remembering the debauchery the cards had introduced her to. Turning to Rebecca and Alice she held out the deck, and said:

"Take a look. Go on, it won't bite." She added seeing the hesitation on Alice's face. The young German reached out with a shaking hand and took the deck, then, still shaking, she did as Emily had said, going through the deck and taking in the absurd imagery before her. All of the cards were erotic in some way, and they seemed to emit something... a scent, she thought and breathed deeply, trying to discern it, and the longer she in took the scent the stronger it became, though she came no closer to knowing what it was. What she did know was the heat building within her very being.

Alice stopped shuffling through the deck. Her breathing becoming pants for air as her body heat grew too intense for her to handle, causing a need to remove her stifling clothes to overtake her mind. Emily took the deck from her, just as the German girl began tearing at her clothes, almost ripping her shirt in two with her need to be freed. Rebecca came up behind her, holding her hands down, calming Alice while she began to skilfully remove her dishevelled attire. Emily looked on, slowly stripping herself down, teasing Alice with her sensual display. Soon Rebecca was the only still clothed.

Emily stepped up to Alice. The German still seemed unsure, despite the raging lust inside her, forcing her nipples to reach their peak, while her engorged pussy practically dripped with excitement.

"It's okay," Emily said soothingly, "I'll be gentle." Alice shuddered as she felt the transformed woman's finger trace the shape of her full lips, then travel down her soft throat, to her large mounds, before reaching the sensitive bullets at their peak. Meanwhile Emily's arousal was beginning to further show.

Rebecca watched her Mistress as she explored the new girl. She felt no jealousy toward Alice, only a longing to be touched as she was, but knew that her turn would come in due time. The German girl still seemed to be hesitant. That's to be expected, Rebecca thought: She doesn't know the pleasure my Mistress can give her. As she thought this she noticed Emily's cock begin it's ascent, filling with blood to its full glory, though still nothing compared to what it was just that morning. Rebecca felt her pussy moisten in memory.

Emily could feel her shaft filling with blood and knew what she wanted this beautiful foreigner to do.

"Alice," She whispered gently, despite the lustful undertone. Alice replied with a small moan, then a sharp cry when Emily forced her to her knees, bringing her eyes level with the pillar of masculinity.

"Kiss it baby." Those words... those... awful words... the thoughts echoed through Alice's mind, almost hurting her. She turned away from the phallus, but Emily gripped her head, turning it back to face it.

"Just kiss it." The pain rose sharply, and images flashed through her mind. She heard incoherent words being spoken within her mind, they sounded soothing, yet only caused the agony to rise. Silently, Alice began to weep.

Emily quickly noticed something was wrong. She had expected this to be easy, with Alice only resisting slightly, before giving in, but she continue to fight back. Thinking she needed someone to be in control, Emily took hold of her head, and turned her to face the throbbing poll, then she saw it; a single tear streaming down her cheek. Instantly she let go, shock completely wiping all lust from her features. Alice fell back due to the sudden release.

Both Emily and Rebecca stared at the weeping girl, shock and concern etched into their faces. Alice laid there, still and unmoving, save for the occasional quiver that ran through her body.

"A-Alice? Are you alright?" Emily asked, kneeling down to place what was for supposed to be a comforting hand on Alice's arm, yet it seemed to bring a very different reaction. From her frail position Alice rose, a look of pure rage on her face, yet within her eyes was a fear that neither Emily, nor Rebecca could hope to fathom at the time.

"Fuck off! Just leave me alone! I don't to do this anymore! No more..." She trailed off at the end, simply lowering her head and sobbing lightly. Mistress and servant looked on as she grabbed her clothes and left the mansion.

The two looked at each other. Neither could think a word to say after that, each trying to figure it out in their own minds first

"I'm gonna see if she's alright." Emily finally said and redressed, leaving Rebecca to her thoughts. Outside she saw Alice walking down the long pathway.

"Alice wait!" She called out, but the girl either didn't hear her or didn't want to, as she continued to down the path. Breaking into a run, Emily caught up to her quickly.

"Alice, please wait. Please, just tell me what's wrong." Emily said, concern thick in her voice. Still Alice didn't stop.

Acting on pure emotion, Emily stepped in front of the silent girl. And wrapped her in her arms. Almost immediately Alice began to struggle, but Emily held strong, soon the girl began to shout for her to let go, which faded to sobs of protest, but still Emily held her.

"Shhh, it's okay baby. I'm here; you're safe. Nothing's gonna hurt you. Shh, that's it." Emily said, her voice taking on a motherly tone, as she attempted to calm Alice down. The German's struggled stopped shortly, and her strength finally gave out, her legs falling from beneath her, while Emily lowered her down, never releasing her.

"I won't let anyone hurt you." Emily stated, though she knew that it wouldn't be possible to do so. The two stayed like that until Alice seemed to cry herself to the point of exhaustion, falling asleep in Emily's arms. She carried the unconscious girl back to the house.

"Is she alright?" Rebecca asked as Emily laid the sleeping German on the couch.

"I don't know. I hope so, I just wish I knew why she reacted that way." Emily looked to Rebecca who shook her head. Glancing at the clock on the wall, they realised how late it was: 12:30AM. Deciding to take it up again after getting some rest the two returned to their bedroom, which they had cleaned during earlier, though the scent of their activities still remained, albeit very faintly. There the days events played over in their minds, before the need to sleep pulled them under. Throughout the night Emily continually woke up, feeling a chill run up her spine each time, as though she had woken from a horrible nightmare, except she couldn't remember anything. Each time she took several minutes before calming down and falling back to sleep.

When morning came and her biological time clock told her to wake, Emily sat up. Heavy bags were under her eyes, despite the bright glow her face naturally had. She looked at Rebecca whose face was toward her, and she smiled, seeing the cat like grin on her servant's face; it eased her somewhat. Running a hand through her hair, Emily's thoughts found their way to yesterday. Instantly she sprung from bed, thankful that she'd forgotten to undress, and rushed downstairs, hoping that Alice had yet to wake. With a sigh of relief she saw her still sleeping.

Emily sat on the arm of the couch. She watched Alice, who, not too long ago, had looked so distraught and filled with rage, now seemed as calm as still water, yet Emily knew this meant she could be easily disturbed, even by the lightest of touches. The comparison seemed strangely prominent to Emily, who almost believed that Alice was just like still water, calming and unmoving, but so easily disrupted. Feeling somewhat calmer, Emily went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, assuming that Alice would no doubt be hungry when she woke, since she hadn't seemed to have eaten anything since yesterday. She quickly set to work.

Stretching much like a cat Rebecca awoke feeling completely refreshed, if a little horny. Reaching to her side, for her Mistress's lovely cock, she felt nothing but velvet sheet. Slightly alarmed by this, she bolted into an upright position looking around desperately for Emily. Getting out of the bed, she ran down the stairs, panic almost setting in, but then she caught the scent of eggs and bacon being made, and her racing heartbeat settled. Even though her reaction was somewhat strange, Rebecca never questioned it, knowing deep within that she needed her Mistress now and forever, yet she never consciously acknowledged this fact. Seeing Alice on the couch, she remembered the events from the day before, and understood why her Mistress had woken up so early. Walking into the kitchen, Rebecca saw Emily preparing their breakfast with quick, practised movements. It almost shocked her that someone could do that.

"What's cooking?" She asked, breathing in deeply through her nose, her mouth watering at the scent.

"French toast, bacon, cereal, y'know whatever we want." Emily replied, turning to greet her servant. 

"Of course, if Miss Millionaire wants something more fancy, we can order out?" Raising an eyebrow in an teasing manner.

"Anything you make is worth the world to me Mistress." Rebecca chuckled and placed a small kiss on the cook's lips, who returned the favour with greater passion. Her hands moved unconsciously to the prominent bulge in her Mistress's jeans.

"Wait." Emily said, and pushed her back lightly, "We'll continue this later, it just wouldn't feel right, you know? With Alice and all..." She blushed lightly, causing Rebecca to once again chuckle.

"Alright, I can wait. But not for long." She added as a whisper in Emily's hear, sending a shiver of want down the Futa's spine.

Less than five minutes later and the food was ready. As if in response to this, Alice began to stir, groaning and mumbling about five more minutes, as though the previous days events hadn't happened.

"C'mon sweetheart, time to wake up and eat." Emily said. Alice turned away and grumbled, but then she sniffed the air, her hunger manifesting in a loud growl from her stomach. Almost instantly the groggy girl was wide awake and scanning the room for food. Then she saw the two women nearby, one holding a plate of food out for Alice, while the other was seated and eating like a ravenous wolf. The memories came back to her in a flood, causing her head to spin and fall back into the soft embrace of the couches cushions. She laid there gasping for air, before calming herself and sitting back up.

"I-I'm sorry about last night." She said, seeming to refuse to make eye contact with either one of them.

"Don't worry about it. You hungry?" Emily asked, putting on a small smile. The young girl took the plate with surprising speed, and was soon eating away, only pausing to say how good it was. When all the food was devoured, she leaned back, a contented smile on her face, and looked at the two expectedly.

"What is it?" Rebecca asked.

"Aren't you gonna ask about last night?" Alice replied.

"Not unless you want to tell us. We won't pry." Emily said, despite the curious look in Rebecca's eyes, she knew she must follow her Mistress's decisions. Alice sighed in relief.

"Thank you." A brief silence fell over them then, before Emily broke the silence.

"Do you want to play a game?" Alice looked up, brow furrowed in confusion.

"What game?"

"Voluptus Ludum of course!" The other two looked at her, shocked that she'd offer such a game.

"But our decks-" Rebecca began.

"We can go out and buy some new ones, besides we need something to pass the time." Emily said, but Rebecca knew that if she could, her Mistress would be plunging deep into her depths at that very moment. But she wouldn't, not with Alice there.

"I guess we could." Alice said, still unsure of this.

"Well then, when you're ready, let's go!" Emily said, obviously excited by this little excursion.

"I'll be upstairs taking a shower." Rebecca said, blowing a kiss to her lover before ascending the stairs, leaving the German and the Mistress alone. The two sat in somewhat awkward silence for several moments.

Alice was first to break the silence.

"My father would abuse me..." Were her words, shocking Emily, who looked at the girl unable to completely comprehend the words.

"What?" She said, unable to grasp what was just said to her.

"Before I left home for America, my father would either beat me, or force me to... you know... suck his dick." She explained, tears forming and her cheeks flushed red, both from embarrassment and pure, unadulterated hatred.

"Alice, I-I don't-"

"And sometimes not just me, my mother was always a large target. But the difference was that I think she enjoyed, I could hear them sometimes, at night. The sounds of him hitting her, and her crying out in pain, yet begging for more. I think he thought I was a submissive masochist as well." Alice sounded strangely calm saying this, despite the tears now streaming down her cheeks and falling from her chin. Her lips began to quiver.

"When I was old enough to leave, he tried to stop me... he-he choked me, but not with his hands." Her hands went to her throat, as though the phantom of a cock was still lodged there. "I fought back though, I bit him. I drew blood. Then I punched him in the nuts... the feeling of causing him pain was marvellous, but even then I was still horrified of him; he wouldn't stop shouting at me, saying I was his, that I wouldn't survive without him. And my mother just stood there, not saying anything, almost as though she agreed with him. So much happened, but I'm here now, and that's what matters, right?" Alice finally finished, a small smile spreading on her face. Emily stared at her in stunned silence.

"I'm so sorry." She finally said. It was all she could think to say; even with everything that had happened in her life, that was far worse, at least Emily had been in a home, but Alice... Emily couldn't bare to imagine the hell she was put through.

"Don't be... It's in the past now, or at least, it should be." She said obviously remembering last night.

"If you don't mind, but you seemed so tough when I first met you, I didn't think anyone would even think of messing with you." Alice chuckled lightly.

"That was the plan. Not long before I left... that place... I began working out, training in martial arts and the like, but it was never enough, I was too scared of him to fight back, until the final day. I began to dress that way to scare others away, but then I found Voluptus Ludum." She looked up, as though her memories were playing on the ceiling and smiled fondly.

"I overheard people talking about it at a previous job. I became interested, and bought a deck. Then I played for the first time and I was hooked. I began to take longer hours at work to get more money so I could build up my deck, and finally I was good enough to travel back to Germany and win the nationals. Life was going so good for me, so much so that I'd practically forgotten about everything, but then my mother contacted me. She wanted to make it up to me apparently, telling me that she'd left my dad, and was deeply sorry for everything. The problem was that I had already heard, my dad was arrested for... shall we say, beastly deeds, and wasn't getting out anytime soon. All of their money was taken, and she had nowhere else to go. I had a lot of money after the nationals and I didn't really need that much, so I gave her some and told her to never talk to me again. Then a few weeks later after I came back here, Sors Nepellus came. You know the rest."

With that the two fell into total silence. With the exception of Alice, who would sniff occasionally and wipe the tears from her eyes, while Emily absorbed what she had been told.

"Why would you tell me? Don't think I'm being rude or anything, I'd just like to know." She finally asked.

"Because, for some reason, I feel safe around you. Like nothing ever happened." Alice answered. Does this have anything to with Sors Nepellus? Emily thought, knowing that real people don't just open up the way Alice did, not to someone who was essentially a stranger. Yet she couldn't care if it was the meddling of a Goddess, or the power of her cards. Emily was glad that Alice seemed to trust her.

"Alice, th-" Just then a voice they knew all too well rang through their minds.

"The next match is about to begin: the participants are Emily Ralia, and Alice Fae." The two women looked at one another, before a sudden wave of vertigo hit them and they fell unconsciousness.

The two woke and found themselves in the field where Rebecca and Emily had previously battled. With the one difference being that Sors Nepellus was absent, in her place was her representative.

"Once you are ready you may begin." She said and Emily looked on the other side of the field, seeing Alice looking around, in awe of where she was.

"Why am I playing again already? Shouldn't it be two others?"

"The selection process is entirely random, Miss Ralia, it just so happened that you were chosen twice." Yeah right, Nepellus probably had a hand in the selection process. Emily thought and returned her attention to Alice.

"What's going on?" Alice asked, her voice small yet seeming to carry over to Emily.

"You are going to play each other." The representative calmly stated, "The winner will receive the other's deck and eternal servitude." Alice looked to Emily in horror.

She really didn't want to do this. Emily shuffled her deck, but her mind was against this whole heartedly; Alice also wanted no part in this, but Sors Nepellus wanted them to play anyway. Despite her lack of enthusiasm, Emily was resolved to win. Alice was also shuffling, but was shaking and unsure of herself, constantly looking at her deck, as though it would leap out of her hands and attack her. Once done they placed their decks done and began.

Emily went first. She now had a better idea of what she wanted to do, and went ahead with a similar strategy from the last battle, and summoned a high power monster, the same from her previous battle. The now familiar sensations coursed through her, as her body transformed from it's busty human form to a demonic beast with a feminine figure, while also sporting a phallus as long as a human's leg.

"I also equip the Lustful Armour, coursing my enemies creature to lose one thousand power if it's female or futanari. That's all for now."

If everything had shocked Alice before, then this blew her away. Despite feeling as though she wanted to look away, she couldn't tear her eyes from the sight before her; of what Emily had become, and the cock between her legs, hanging halfway to the floor, despite the straight legs being over four feet long.

"M-My move!" Alice looked through her hand, and took in the cards for the first time. As she did so she felt a rush of heat shoot through her body. All the cards were of women, but they were clad in black leather, latex or nothing at all, simply holding a dildo shaped sword or whip. They were high in attack power, but none had a skull count of ten, meaning had nothing to summon. Unable to do anything, Alice ended her turn.

Drawing Emily looked at the poor girl with pity. Without anything on the field, she couldn't do anything to protect herself, meaning Emily was able to go straight in for the kill. Choosing to do nothing, Emily attacked. It wasn't like before, where she fucked her target, Emily simply jumped to Alice and swiped her, dealing her one damage. The creature didn't physically attack her, however Alice could feel the wind from its powerful swipe, and was thankful that it didn't hit her. After the attack Emily ended her turn.

Alice drew and breathed a sigh of relief as the card had a skull count of nine. She summoned it and cried out as a flood of sensation coursed through her form. The change was less dramatic than Emily's, the woman retaining her human form, however Alice's clothes disappeared, only to be replaced with tight latex, decorated with spikes, while her breasts, ass, and hips grew, bulging forth until the girl had what seemed like impossible proportions. Lastly a whip materialised in her hand.




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"That was incredible!" She cried, looking down at herself, a smile on face at the sight of her latex clothed body. Before the feelings could go to her head she refocused on the game.

Her creature still needed more power to beat the enemy. Her's only had eight thousand, seven due to the power loss, but its ability and the equipment in Alice's hand should change that.

"My creature's ability activates. When my opponent's creature has male genitals and is more powerful that my creature, during my turn, your's loses three thousand power, however at the end of my turn I must pay one damage, or your creature gains three thousand during your turn. Next I equip it with Dominatrix Strike, this raises my creature's power by one thousand for every damage I've lost, giving it enough to attack. Here I come." Alice leapt through the air, cracking her whip as she did so, before landing in front of Emily and slashing the demonic futanari. Alice leapt back and ended her turn.

Emily looked at Alice. The girl was completely different to how she was before, laughing quietly with glee, no doubt from the damage inflicted upon Emily. Having chosen to pay a damage counter, Alice's creature gained another thousand power, making it almost level with Emily's. Despite this Emily chose to save her better cards for later, and declared her attack on the transformed Alice. Once more Emily didn't fuck the creature, but slashed it with her claws. This put the creature up to ten thousand power constantly, but Alice was done to seven damage. Emily ended her turn.

Alice drew and looked through her hand. All of the cards, besides equipment, were skull counts of six or below. Like Emily, Alice simply attacked, dealing another damage and paying another at the end of her turn. Alice's creature was constantly at eleven thousand power, making it far stronger than Emily's, who knew she had to keep pushing, in hopes for a fast resolution, at least for Alice's sake.

"I play the Incubus Armour." Spike tipped armour appeared and covered Emily's body, though it left her cock completely on display. "Now, should my enemy orgasm, they take one damage and my creature gains five hundred power, however it loses two thousand during my opponent's turn." Alice looked at her in shock.

Despite feeling somewhat sorry for the girl Emily knew what she needed to do. Her transformed cock rose to its peak, easily as long as a tall human's leg, dripping with anticipation of the hole it would soon fill. Forgive me, Emily thought and leapt, her pre dripping and leaving its mark behind her. Soon she stood before the stunned German, whose latex clothing hugged her flesh so much, that her nipples were clearly visible as they engorged with her arousal. With a single swipe of her claw, Emily tore the latex away, revealing the naked flesh beneath. She took a single second to take it all in.

Despite wanting to enjoy the sight before her, Emily had a battle to win. Lifting the young woman as easily as though she were a small child. Emily brought the girl's petite pussy to her lips, where her transformed tongue stretched out, saliva dripping as much as her pre. She then lowered her prey, until her pussy and Emily's tongue met; this alone caused her to cry out in surprise and pleasure. Then the real challenge began, as Emily penetrated Alice's barely wet cunt, her saliva more than enough to lube the way, as its length travelled further and further, until reaching the door to her womb, without obstruction, which surprised Emily, who had assumed Alice to be a virgin. At that point Emily began her true ministrations.

Alice could hardly believe the sensations coursing through her helpless form. She could feel the monster's tongue so deep inside, to the point where she was certain it would enter her uterus, but even then she felt nothing but pleasure. She wanted more of it, yet a side of her warred against the violation, unwilling to give in to the pleasure now surging through her. As the two halves of her mind fought for control, Alice felt the tongue begin to shift, bringing still more pleasure to set fire to her nerves, causing her surprisingly large clit to engorge and beg for attention. Emily was all too willing to oblige.

Seeing the clitoris present itself to her, Emily retracted a few inches of her flexible appendage. Remaining still for seconds, causing Alice to writhe and moan in annoyance, only to manoeuvre her tongue in such a way that, upon sliding back in, it rubbed delightfully against the pleading clit, while stretching Alice's pussy to the point her G-spot was under near constant assault. Her pussy was positively pouring its juices now, and Emily could taste it all, the desire for more egging her on further. It took all of thirty seconds, before the German was announcing through screams that she was about to cum. Retracting nearly a foot of her tongue, only to fiercely thrust it back in, Emily brought the technical virgin to her first true orgasm. They both enjoyed the screams of her climax as though it were music.

Upon completing her attack, Emily put Alice done, much like a doll, and leapt back.

"That's my turn. Alice?" Emily asked, seeing that her opponent had yet to stand back up. Just when she was about to ask again, she stood.

"That was... incredible." She said under her breath, before drawing. Knowing that she needed to deal further damage, Alice remembered her damage count was at 5, and she knew what must be done. Selecting the most powerful creature in her hand, Alice replaced her current form, her moist pussy dripping in anticipation of the change to come. As she expected, it was incredible.

Emily could hardly believe her eyes. The scared girl she knew from before, quickly transformed into a creature so beautiful, yet so terrifying, Emil had little doubt she'd probably see it in her nightmares. Whatever it was that Alice had become, it greatly resembled a succubus, but with the most ridiculous bust size imaginable, the mountains easily hiding her lower torso completely, despite this their shape was completely perfect, with hardly any sag, just enough to appear semi-real. Then her hips further grew, making Emily think about how easy it might be for Alice to give birth now, while her height increased to make her growth seem less comical, her ass also ballooned out, becoming a bubble butt, yet seeming as perky and tight as before. Still more changes continued to happen to her opponent.

Her face changed the least. Losing any level of masculinity it had before, while plumping her lips up slightly. From her forehead two small horns grew, each one being no more than an inch thick at the base, and two inches long at most. Across her arms spikes and horns grew, some less than an inch long, while others seemed as long as the arm itself. Then she opened her eyes. Despite the fact that Emily shouldn't be all that surprised by what she saw, it still shocked her into complete awe and silence. Alice's once warm green eyes had turned to a blood red, that seemed to swirl as though it truly were blood, yet they seemed almost lustful, rather than hostile, and strangely hypnotic. Not wanting to take chances Emily looked away quickly.

This was absolutely amazing! Alice couldn't help but think this as her body once more underwent considerable changes, becoming impossibly more powerful. She could practically see Emily, lying before her, completely submissive to her will, ready and eager to please her Mistress. Alice couldn't hold back the smile that crept onto her face, the image in her mind already had her pussy dripping with anticipation. Alice's creature was far weaker in raw power than Emily's, boasting a mere 4000, but the futanari knew better than to assume that was all it had.

"I equip myself with the 'Submission Control Whip'. This causes my opponent's creature to lose five thousand power at all times, and gives it to mine, I also recover one damage each turn, but your creature now deals three. Now, I attack!" She cried, her voice carrying an overwhelming amount of lust.

The following was a blur to Emily. First Alice was in front her, the German's transformed eyes gazing into her's with unbridled lust, and then Emily was on her back, cock standing to attention much like a pillar.

"Such a big cock..." Alice moaned, as she knelt beside the futa, her hands encompassing as much cock as they could, however her fingers fell miserably short of meeting one another around the incredible girth. Her touch brought a small moan to Emily's lips, while her cock dribbled a small lake of pre-cum.

"I don't remember saying you could enjoy this." Alice said darkly.

Emily looked at her in confusion and saw the whip in true detail. It was easily as long as a bus, if not longer, and was covered in both impossibly thin spines, much like a felines phallus, and thorns that ended in wicked looking tips. Fear shot through her then. Emily began to struggle, but found she couldn't under the German's gaze. Alice raised the whip, Emily looked away, closing her eyes in fear, and then a resounding crack was heard, followed by Emily's cry of pain. The whip had lashed at her breasts, leaving behind a trail of blood that disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared. But the pain was still there.

Alice stood above her submissive whore now. Idly swaying her whip from side to side, as though contemplating where to strike next, however the futa was clearly a fast learner and was already begging her not to do it again.

"Very well. Now, I want to have some fun!" No longer feeling she understood this woman, Emily shuddered in fear. Fortunately for her, Alice was looking for sexual satisfaction, not domination... yet. Discarding her whip and removing the latex thong, Alice groaned in lustful need. Stepping onto Emily, Alice used the added hight to position herself. Soon the futa's cock would fill her cunt completely.

Taking a deep breath, Alice reached down to her dripping snatch. Using both hands she spread it wide, revealing to Emily the tantalising view of her open pussy, and then she dropped herself as best she could, attempting to impale her cunt on the phallic pillar beneath her. Unfortunately it only managed to bump against the comparatively tiny vagina, barely getting the tip inside.

"Ok... This could harder than I predicted." Alice said to herself, and lifted herself up, only to drop once more. Repeating the process, and progressing very little each time. This soon caused her to become frustrated.

"Just fuck me already dammit!" She shouted. Grinning internally, Emily thrust her hips up, hard, while also grabbing hold of Alice's wide hips and pulling her down too, granting her cock a couple of inches access to the delightful treasure that was this woman's pussy. Alice couldn't hold in the scream of absolute joy at being so completely filled, despite having only two inches of cock inside her, yet its girth was enough that its shape was visible through her flesh. She looked down, seeing this, and watched in awe as she was once more pulled down, and the shape travelled up to her stomach, no doubt forcing its way past her cervix in the process. Despite this she felt no pain only absolute bliss.

"Now that's more I like it! Fuck me you whore! Fuck your cum into me!" Alice ordered, regaining some of her vigour from before. Emily need not be told twice, as she used her transformed body's incredible strength to lift and pull the comparatively small girl, using her as little more than a masturbation tool, and gaining great pleasure as several inches of her meat speared the insides of this lustful dominatrix, repeatedly forcing itself into her womb and making its presence know by bulging from her abdomen grotesquely. Emily once more took the initiative and reached behind the crying girl.

Alice had no idea what to expect when she felt the futanari's hands on her generous ass cheeks. Then she felt it, a single clawed finger forcing its way into her ass. Unable to feel pain in this form, Alice could only scream as her second orgasm that day washed through her, making her squeeze the invading cock with a vice like grip using nothing but her pussy, while feel the finger pushing inch after inch inside her rectum.

"OhGodOhGodOHGODYEEEESSSSSSSSsssss!!" She screamed over and over, her orgasmic cries and pussy's vice like grip quickly becoming too much for Emily, who could feel her cum churning deep within, preparing for its release.

"Here it comes!" She cried in warning.

"YES! Cum in me! Fill me with your semen!" Alice cried in encouragement, somehow finding the strength to rock back and forth, bringing a string of orgasms each more powerful than the last. Emily joined her cries, as the first jet shot through her length and directly into her lover's womb. Where all the cum came from, neither could answer, but neither cared at that moment, as the single was enough to force Alice to swell to look heavily pregnant. Then the second came and she appeared to be carrying twins to term, then the third, fourth, fifth. Finally the pressure was too much and Alice literally shot off Emily's cock, a fountain of cum issuing forth from her gaping cunt. Upon landing, Emily aimed her cock at the latex clad woman, hosing her down in near constant jets of semen. The two could still only formulate cries of bliss.

Nearing the two minute mark, Emily's orgasm finally began to wane. Once the spray had lowered to a small trickle, she finally spoke.

"Where... did that... come from?" She panted. Alice sat up, no small feat considering her still massively inflated womb, wiped the jelly thick cum from her face, licking what she could from her lips.

"Mmmm... Delicious. Anyway, that's my whips description, apparently striking someone with it makes their orgasm several times more intense, even so." She trailed off, rubbing her amazingly taut stomach, as though she were indeed pregnant with numerous children. The two shambled back to their positions.

Each seemed exhausted by what had transpired, yet neither was willing to forfeit the game. Alice then noticed her damage count and saw it remained the same, despite her whips ability.

"What the hell? I should have recovered one." To this Emily chuckled lightly, "What is it?"

"Remember my Incubus Armour? Its effects aren't just active during my turn." Alice's face, despite being practically hidden behind thick, white semen turned red with anger, but she kept quiet, since nothing in the rules stated that the effects needed to be explained in perfect detail.

"Fine. Your turn."

Emily drew her card and studied her hand. She had used none of the current cards in her hand, but after reading their effects carefully, she knew what she needed to do, however her damage was still too high to do it just yet. Instead she chose to repeat what had happened her previous turn, choosing to inflict damage via an orgasm and bide her own time until then. Once done Emily could only end her turn.

Alice drew and grinned evilly.

"I equip my creature with the 'Master's Wish Armour'. Now this armour nullifies the effects of any one card I choose, so long as that card remains on the field that is, and I choose, hmmm, let me think. Oh, I know how about YOUR armour!" Emily practically did a double take at this, realising that she had lost her best offence. "Now I attack." Rather than repeat last time, Alice simply punched Emily in the gut and leapt back to where she was. Alice ended her turn then.

Emily was at a loss at that moment. None of her current cards had skull counts of six or less, and her armour no longer of any use. Unable to do anything, Emily ended her turn at that. Alice simply repeated the previous attack, gaining one more damage and lowering Emily's. This cycle repeated once more, then Emily finally had the damage needed to win. Despite Alice having almost her full damage count, Emily still had an ace up her sleeve.

"Behold, this mighty futanari, as she descends from the heavens on wings of light, dripping cum as she flies over the battlefield, come forth! Angelus Urinam!" Unlike the previous transformation, Emily a pleasurable, yet comforting, light envelop her, as her body regressed to its former state, only to grow one foot taller, while her cock grew even bigger than the demon-futas, constantly standing to full attention, jutting from Emily crotch lewdly, while wings that seemed made from light extended from her back, spanning several metres. Thus Emily's most powerful creature was realised: Angelus Urinam.

"Wh-What the hell?" Alice out in surprise, and saw the power of the creature. It had fifteen thousand, and that was after subtracting the five thousand from her whip.

"My Angel's ability activates. All my opponent's equipment's negative effects are rendered inactive, this means I still deal three damage, though I must discard my entire hand to do this." Alice stared wide eyed at the beautiful creature before her. "Then her second effect activates. Should my opponent be of the female gender and has already taken my cum into her womb, they take an additional two for each orgasm they suffer, but I will lose should I fail to win this turn." Emily realised it then, this was her deck, a one turn kill or nothing. Should this fail she would lose, but something told her that wouldn't happen.

"You ready?" Emily asked out of courtesy, but didn't really care for the answer and simply attacked. The ensuing battle was like a two person orgy. Emily didn't waste time, simply forcing herself inside Alice from behind, though she was all too willing to take the cock that was as big as herself. Alice felt Emily's hands on her ass cheeks kneading them as she continued to push foot upon impossible foot within the warm embrace of Alice's cunt and womb, stretching her flesh out until it practically met the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, Emily's crotch met Alice's shapely rump.

"Now here comes the real fun." Emily whispered in the German's ear, who looked back in lustful shock. Suddenly the futanari angel pulled out, retracting foot upon foot of thick, veined cock meat from Alice's clenching pussy, only for the penetrated girl to scream in abject pleasure, cumming immediately, despite this Emily wasn't done, feeling a need to dominate this girl welling up within her. She fucked her relentlessly, pulling out and thrusting with the force of gun, stretching the woman's abdomen obscenely and causing her to cum over and over again. Emily then saw it.

Without Alice's knowledge Emily slowed down slightly and reached for her discarded whip. With a wicked smile, Emily hoped its side effect was still active, with that she slashed it across Alice's sizeable rump, leaving a line of blood that soon disappeared.

"Wha-" Alice began, only for her next orgasm to silence completely. It shot through her like a nuclear blast, blasting every nerve cell alight with pleasure, only for each cell to go critical as her orgasm simply increased in intensity, never once letting up on its constant assault on her body. She soon lost all consciousness, yet her subconscious continued to suffer the eternal orgasm. Meanwhile Emily was readying herself for the finale.

Suddenly struck by one last way to really show who's boss, Emily struck herself with whip, instantly feeling the pain and the sudden increase in her need to cum. She did so again, and again, and again, until her orgasm finally exploded deep within her lover, soon to be slave. She gripped the German tight, not wanting her to shoot off like last time, and let loose the sperm of war. The consistency was far thicker than before, and was in far greater quantity, swelling Alice's stomach to the size of someone carrying triplets to term, only for that to double, over and over again, until her body was less a fifth the size of her stomach, and still it grew. Emily had no worries however, knowing that Sors Nepellus wouldn't let a contestant die, even though she should have many times over now. 




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Speaking of Sors Nepellus, she was watching the battle with intense focus. Not even she had imagined a side like this in someone like Emily, who was still firing her cum deep within her victim. Despite having witnessed a great many sexual acts over the millennia, this was enough to force the goddess to masturbate fiercely to the scene, her hand jerking her own cock, while the other tended to her constantly gushing cunt. Miss Ralia, I fucking hope you are my consort. She thought as she sent her representative to end the battle, seeing as how Emily was now barely dribbling cum.

Alice was a giant stomach with a woman attached. Her lower torso had become several times bigger than her entire body, and was completely taut. Once she pulled out, Emily was hosed by a literally fountain of her cum, and she was astounded to feel the consistency of it. It was thicker than jelly now, and... she swore she could feel something wriggling all over her body. Realisation struck her instantly; this was her semen, the whip had caused it to grow to enormous sizes, at least when compared to normal. Being surrounded by cum, Emily could only smell it and was unable to resist the tantalising scent. She stepped out of the cum spray only to kneel beside the unconscious Alice.

She reached out with her hands into the spray. They came back completely coated in her goal. With a lustful groan, Emily brought it to her outstretched tongue, and nearly came once more at the taste. With a desperate moan, she began to shovel more of her own cum into her mouth, savouring each portion before swallowing, feeling the large semen wriggling all over her mouth and throat, almost triggering her gag reflex several times. Finally she had her fill and left Alice to decompress.

Above the two Sors Nepellus's Representative once more appeared. She seemed clearly in shock at the state Alice was in, but quickly recovered, and announced Emily the winner.

"Could you return her to normal please? I don't think Rebecca'd be happy if we had to clean all of that up." She asked, nonchalantly, as though she weren't speaking to someone who could crush into dust with finger.

"Of course." A literal flash of light and Alice was no longer the size of a small whale, though both her and Emily were still covered in cum.

"Thank you."

"Would you like me to clean you both of your cum?" Emily shook her head, "Very well, then farewell for now, Emily Ralia." With that the field once more faded to black.

Emily awoke to the sight of Rebecca stand beside her, completely naked as the day she was born.

"Hey sleeping beauty! So, you win the game?" She asked as soon as Emily sat up.

"Of course. Who do you take me for?" She said jokingly then asked where Alice was. Rebecca gestured to the other couch, where Alice laid, soaked from head to toe in cum, yet looking as innocent as a young girl as she sucked on her thumb, a small smile plastered to her face.

"Fuck me, that's adorable." Rebecca said, causing Emily to chuckle as well.

"Come on, lick me clean and I'll tell you all about it." Emily said, already walking to the stairs.

"You know it!" With that the two rushed upstairs leaving Alice to sleep off the days events in relative peace.



Voluptus Ludum Ch. 04



Author's Note: Warning: The following contains furry lesbian activity, if this is not to your liking, please simply skip those seems and try to enjoy the story. Also, I advise reading the first few chapters before this, particularly chapter 1. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

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Alexandra woke with a groan. Beside her, she heard Bell also waking up, mumbling something about a strange dream. Bell was always first to rise, with Alexandra taking her time. They had something of a marital relationship, in the sense that Bell kept the house tidy, cooked dinner, while Alex worked as hard as she could, earning enough to own a rather large apartment in Finland. Despite being separated at a young age by their parents, who had divorced and moved to different countries, Bell being taken by their mother to Finland, while Alexandra remained in Romania with their father. Despite this, both were able to remain in contact, having formed a rather powerful bond as children. Over the years they learned the language of each other's countries, just in case in they went to see each other. Once Alexandra had turned eighteen she had left home and headed for Finland.

She quickly found a job there as both a decorator and model. Once she was settled in, one month after moving, Alex contacted Bell, saying that she was in the country and wanted to meet, she was hoping to surprise Bell with her new occupations and residence in Finland, but her sister already knew, having seen Alex on the front page of a fashion magazine. When they met, it was like a dream, both unable to believe that they were seeing the other in the flesh. The joy they felt after the initial shock, was only matched by those who saw their loved ones returning from a war zone. In the following weeks, Bell had moved out of their mother's house, and was living with Alexandra. Neither of them could bare to be apart for very long.

Now they slept in the same bed. This was in part because Alexandra couldn't yet afford an apartment with two bedrooms, but also because they wanted to be near each other, though neither was interested in the other in the sexual sense. However, there were hidden desires, buried deep within both of them, yet they couldn't consciously accept these desires. Letting out another groan, Alexandra sat up, watching as Bell went to the kitchen. She looked to the bedside table, seeing her Voluptus Ludum deck sitting there, completely unmoved. She sighed in relief remembering the weird dream she had, and picked it up, staring at the back of her cards. Even though she knew it to be a dream, she couldn't get the words out of her head, the ones that said she and Bell would participate in an tournament unlike any other, and with all new decks. Chuckling lightly to herself, Alex turned the deck over. It took all of her willpower not to drop it.

In the other room she heard Bell let out a small cry. Still holding the deck, she rushed to Bell's aid. In the living room, she saw her dear sister kneeling at the small coffee table, staring in utter disbelief at her cards.

"Alex?" She asked, her voice low and shaking.

"I-I know, Bell... I know." She said, sitting down beside Bell, taking her petite twin in her arms. So it wasn't a dream, Alex thought.

"What are we gonna do?" Bell asked, "I don't want to have a sex slave." Despite her usual behaviour, Bell was extremely confident in her ability, rarely taking defeat into account. As it stood, the only other person in the country who rivalled her was Alexandra. Despite herself, Alex let out a small chuckle.

"I don't either, and we won't have to, so long as we refuse to play." The second the last word left her lips, a pair of letters suddenly appeared before the two, each one hovering before their eyes. Looking at each other, the twins took the letters, opening the envelopes and reading the contents. The further they read, the paler the pair got.

"We-we have to play?" Alex stated in disbelief.

"And we have to choose whether to be what we play, or to have it be separate from us." Bell said, her voice lacking any emotion. The sisters threw the letters away and sat there in silence for what could've been a lifetime.

Bell was the first to break the silence.

"You know," Alex looked at her, "It wouldn't be so bad having a slave, I mean, we don't have to use them for sex do we?" Alex thought on it for a second, but nodded in reply. Bell's face immediately lit up slightly. Alexandra was concerned, even though she had only glanced at her new cards, she knew they were all sexual in nature, and she had no idea how it might affect the user, especially considering the fact that they were dealing with a goddess.

"We don't have much of a choice Alex, we might as well try to make the best of it." Bell said and picked the letter up. In her other hand a ballpoint pen materialised, using it she wrote her decision on the letter, which vanished in a puff of smoke the second she finished. Taking her sister's advice, Alex also took the letter, jumping slightly in surprise as the pen also appeared in her grasp.

"What did you write?" She asked her sister.

"I wanted to become what I play, I mean, think about it; wouldn't you want to feel something new, something only we and the others get to experience?" Bell's excitement had always been intoxicating, but now it was more so, practically taking over Alex's own mind as she wrote the same thing as her sister. Alex smiled at Bell as the letter disappeared.

The two began to look through their decks. They knew what could happen, and they were gonna take every precaution, however that was easier said then done, as the pair constantly found it hard to look at the illustrations on the cards. In Alex's deck, each creature was humanoid, though many had mostly animalistic traits, muzzles, tails, fur all of that, yet some were completely human, with the exception of animal ears and tails. Each one were highly sexualised, with breasts at least four times as big as Alex's own, and capped with large nipples that looked the size of a large thumbnail. They also had toned stomachs, muscular legs, with shapely thighs. Their faces were those of animals, though most seemed to be of the dog family, but they seemed capable of human expressions, even somehow appearing to smile in several images. The equipment weren't much better, most of it being centred around sex.

Bell's deck was similar but entirely different at the same time. Most of her cards lacked the hyper endowments of Alex's, and seemed to be comprised solely of the feline family. She couldn't deny they were cute to look at, but when she had signed the letter, she had been hoping for a change from her petite form, however there seemed to be only a few and they weren't what Bell was after. She sighed and let it go, instead focusing on the texts. As she studied it more and more, she found a small heat building within, as though the cards had an effect on her, simply because she held them. Bell struggled to control her body, but it was becoming harder and harder the longer she looked.

After somehow forcing herself to read the cards abilities over and over, learning as much about her deck as she could, Alex put it back, her face red with the heat building deep within her. She looked to Bell, but found that it was a large mistake; her sister was also flushed, however she was finding it harder to resist the sexual images, often catching her hand before it could wander too far down. Through her thin top, Alex could see the hard nubs atop Bell's small breasts, the bumps appearing far more attractive than ever before. Unable to look away, Alex continued to stare at her otherwise oblivious sister, as she too learned the ins and outs of her new deck. When done, she mimicked her sister and set it down on the table, then looked to her twin.

Neither could look away. They wanted to, the feelings that coursed through their minds at the sight of the other was alien to them, yet it completely overpowered their will. Despite the cards being the farthest thing from their minds, they still felt the heat from looking at them, only it continued to intensify as they looked each other up and down, taking in the full glory of the other. Alexandra was unable to hold on any longer, leaning in, she subconsciously parted her lips, her eyes half closing. Bell did likewise, no longer able to keep herself in check. As the two leaned closer, they could feel each others breath against their lips, gradually feeling the warmth from their faces as they came within an inch of kissing. Just as the twin sisters' lips connected, a sharp knocking at the door made them jump apart, gasping as they stared in utter disbelief at the other. Alexandra was first to regain her composure as she went to answer the door.

Over the course of the day, the two laid about. Neither had any obligations to attend to, Bell not having a job yet, and Alex having the day off, yet they couldn't speak to each other, unable to think of words to say. Even though they tried to forget, their minds were focused on the memory of their lips meeting, of the electric thrill that went through them from the touch. Bell, despite being the more intelligent of the sisters, had much less experience in matters such as these, while Alex had many a sexual partner before moving, as such she was less confused by what she felt, but that only made her more worried. It was past midday before either said anything.

"Bell," The smaller twin looked up from the book she was reading, "I think we need to talk about, you know... what happened." Bell simply nodded, closing the book, she sat up on the couch and patted the cushion beside her, motioning for Alex to take the seat. Taking it Alex simply looked at her sister, a small blush creeping across her cheeks as the memory resurfaced, stronger than before.

"Do you know why we did that?" Alex asked.

"No. All I remember is feeling," She paused to think of the right word, "Warm, but not in the usual sense. It was like I had a fever, but I wasn't sick. Then I got it in my head that... if I kissed you, it would stop." Bell said, despite her voice staying calm and clear, she too had a blush on her face now.

"Me too." Alex simply said, and looked down, she didn't know what else to really say in this situation.

"Hey Alex," Bell began, "Want a game?" Alex looked at her sister like she was mad.

"With these cards?"

"Of course!" To Bell cards were cards, even if their imagery was sexual in nature. Not wanting to deny her dear twin, Alex simply smiled and agreed. Bell grinned widely and went to get their game mats.

When she returned she was noticeably less happy.

"What is it?" Alex asked out of concern.

"The mats are different; there's only one creature slot." Bell stated.

"Didn't that person say that would happen?" Alex said, taking a second to think, the two recalled something like that being said. Somewhat calmer, Bell laid the mats out on the coffee table. The two shuffled their decks and drew their cards, each one blushing as they once more took in the art.

"Who goes first?" Bell asked.

"Does it matter? You can." Alex said. Bell took a few seconds to decide what creature to use, and finally made her decision. The creature she used was one of the more animalistic cards, much like a cat in appearance, yet it stood bipedal, and had various human attributes. For a second the twin sisters sat in silence, but cried out as a bright light emanated from the card. Suddenly Bell's cry was cut off, by a grunt of discomfort.

"Bell?! What's wrong?" Alex asked, terrified that something might have happened to her sister. She went to Bell's side, hugging the small woman to her chest, as she let out a small sob. What's happening to her, Alex thought in horrified worry.

It wasn't so much painful as greatly uncomfortable. Bell was sobbing out of fear, as she felt her body shifting from within, her bones were changing, not growing, rather they seemed to be shrinking. Bell was never happy with her height and the thought of becoming even shorter was far from desirable. Even as this thought crossed her mind, she felt her skin become incredibly itchy, as well as a sudden pushing sensation just above her rear end, as though something were attempting to push out of her. Bell's mind flashed to a scene from the Alien franchise, of the chest burster exploding from someone's torso. She cried out as she began to think it might be happening to her.

To Bell is felt like hours before the discomfort faded, but in actuality only took a few minutes. When it ended, she was panting heavily, as she pushed away from her sister and stood. She looked down at Alex, and noticed how close she was despite the fact that Bell was standing, then she looked down at herself, and nearly fainted from the shock. Bell raised a hand, only it wasn't quite a hand anymore, in fact it resembled a cat's paw, though she still had her thumb, however it was padded and, at the thought of a cats claw, she watched as her nails extended becoming a great deal sharper. As she looked over her arm, she let out a mewl in surprise, as she took in the smoky grey fur that covered every inch of her form. Raising a hand, or paw, to her face she felt her slightly elongated mouth, now more of a muzzle, going further up she felt the cat ears atop her head.

"Oh my god." She gasped in disbelief as it was finally too much for her. As she fainted Alex caught her.

Alexandra, despite being in shock herself, still felt a sisterly duty to look after her sister. Even though Bell now looked more like a cat, with whiskers and all, Alex knew it was still Bell and that wouldn't change, no matter what she looked like. Laying the little cat on her bed, Alex left to make something to eat. No sense fretting about it, she thought, she may as well make something for Bell to eat when she wakes. Wait, should I pour some milk into a bowl, Alex thought, or get some tuna. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she simply laid on the bed beside Bell, stroking the head of her sleeping sister. After an hour, Alex felt sleep clawing at her mind. Unable to resist she closed her eyes, and joined Bell in slumber.

Alex woke as she felt something soft and furry moving about beside her. Opening her eyes she almost gasped, seeing two feline eyes starring back at her, before she remembered what had happened.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, reaching up to scratch her sister behind the ear. To her surprise, Bell began to purr and pressed her head against Alex's hand.

"Pretty good I guess." To both their relief Bell's voice was still the same, if a little higher.

"Hungry?" Bell simply purred loudly.

"Keep doing that." The transformed sibling said.

"Sorry kiddo, but I'm famished." Alex said, pulling away to stand up. Bell simply looked imploringly at her, but Alex was already walking out to the kitchen. The smaller sibling stood up, amazed that she didn't feel any balancing issues, despite the change in height and added appendage, which swished back and forth leisurely as she walked. Stepping out of the bedroom, she was amazed by how much more powerful her senses were, as she stared about, her eyes shooting from every slight movement to the next, while her eyes twitched, hearing several sounds she never really heard before. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she was just as surprised.

"How you holding up?" Alex asked from the kitchen, guessing correctly that Bell's senses would have grown much stronger.

"Alright I guess." Bell replied.

Alex was still on the fence about what her sister would want to eat. All things considered she should try something predominantly for cats, but would Bell take that as a joke at her expense.

"Hey, Bell!"

"Hmmm?" Bell answered, still under the spell of all the new things she could hear, see and smell.

"What do you want to eat?" At the question, Bell's stomach gave a rumble and an image of fish flashed through her mind.

"Fish." She called back, answering without thought. She heard Alex laugh, as she went about preparing a meal. In the meantime, Bell's eyes fell on the games mats that were left out, her sight falling on the single face up card. Maybe, she thought and walked over. Taking a loud gulp, she picked the card, almost instantly she felt her body reverting to normal, the change beginning and ending so suddenly that she didn't have a chance to cry out.

"I'm back to normal." She said in disbelief. Bell stared at the card in her hand, her mind centred on what it felt like to be that creature, if only for a short time. As she mulled it over, Alex called out that the food was ready. Bell jumped slightly at the sudden shout, the card falling and, amazingly, landing directly on the creature slot. Bell braced herself to feel the flare of discomfort as before, but it never came, instead she moaned lightly as the transformation took place. When it was over, Bell felt even better than before.

"I guess it's not so bad to be like this." She muttered as she went into the kitchen.

After a late lunch comprised of nearly raw fish and several glasses of milk, Bell laid back in the chair, purring in delight at having her stomach filled to the brim. Alex giggled slightly at the sound, still trying to fully process the strangeness of having her sister be a human cat. Despite how adorable her sister looked, especially since she was now barely five feet tall, she still wanted to know if they could reserve it.

"All I've got to do is take the card of the mat." Bell said. Alex looked at her in disbelief.

"You tried it?" Bell nodded, "And you didn't just leave it off?" Alex all but shouted, more surprised by her sister's decision than angry.

"I-I, uh, well I kind of... like it." She finished under her breath, looking down, away from her sister's gaze.

"What?" Alex said.

"I like... being like this." Bell said, stronger this time, though Alex could see a blush on her face, even through the fur.

"Bell, honey, you could've just said so." Bell looked up, as Alex reached over and scratched her behind the ears, grinning as she heard the soothing purr.

For the rest of the day, the two got used to Bell's new state. Often the two would be on the couch, with Bell laying her head on Alex's lap, purring softly, while Alex would constantly stroke her. As they were watching TV, Alex suddenly got an idea in her head.

"Hey Bell?" She only purred in reply, "I want to see what it's like." Bell's purring ceased immediately as she sat up and looked at her sister, her eyes alight with a natural glow, but also excitement.

"Sure go ahead! It's kind of uncomfortable at first, but it feels really nice afterwards." The little cat girl said. Alex reached out and picked up her discarded hand from the earlier game. Picking out the one she thought looked best, she placed it on the sole creature slot. A few seconds passed and once more they saw the bright light. Bell looked away, her enhanced vision almost completely blinded by the flash. Alex let out a grunt of discomfort, as her body began to change, becoming the creature she had placed down. She stood up as she felt her bones reforming to make her grow slightly taller, while also strengthening, then a strong itch came over her entire body, while she felt the pressure of something trying to push out from above her behind. Over the next few minutes she groaned in discomfort until the change had ended.

"Hey Bell close your eyes for a minute will you?" Alex asked, keeping her head low.

"Oh, uh, sure." She replied and did as she was asked. Alex stood and walked over to the bathroom. Despite not having any lights on, she could see clear as day, though the colours were severely muted. She raised her head and looked into the mirror, struggling not to cry out at the sight before her. Alexandra stared in disbelief at how utterly different she looked, but calmed down quickly and studied her new appearance. The creature had been a white humanoid wolf, an animal that Alexandra always liked, and now she was covered in white fur, her long muzzle contained several sharp fangs, which could no doubt easily tear through flesh if needed, her ears standing tall and listening for anything sudden noises. She looked lower and actually let out a gasp of shock; her breasts had grown by at least four cup sizes, she also noticed how the floor seemed a great deal lower. She estimated that she had grown a whole foot taller from her previous five foot nine.




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Bending over she saw her new legs. While they hadn't changed to digitigrade as she had feared, they were far more muscular, though not unattractively so. In her excitement, Alex had failed to notice, that the transformation had made shred through her clothes, the new muscles making short work of the shorts she wore, while her longer torso and enlarged breasts had torn through her tank tops, though a single strap remained, barely keeping her nipples covered. Looking behind her, she saw her new tail, wagging about in happiness, despite her bare lower body. She ran a now padded hand along her body, amazed at how much she felt despite the thick padding, while also taking in her much larger hand, her nails now permanently claws. I'll have to be careful with these, she thought and went back to the couch, where Bell still had her eyes closed, though her eyes twitched at hearing Alex's footsteps.

"You can open them now Bell."

Bell did as she was told. Turning her head to the voice of her sister, though it was somewhat deeper now, she opened her eyes, seeing the large bipedal wolf before her. Even though Bell's new instincts wanted to flee, her conscious mind quickly recognised the wolf as Alex, changed though she was.

"Wow." She simply stated.

"Yeah." Alex said. The two stared at one another for some time, each one with their enhanced vision seeing every little detail of the other's changed form. It wasn't long before they began to feel tired, the time and events of the day taking their toll quickly.

"Should we change back for bed?" Alex asked, yawning.

"Hell no, I wanna stay like this." Bell said, causing her sister to let out a small bark of laughter.

"Me neither." Alex said and went about trying to find a pair of sweatpants, "Bell, do you know where my sweatpants are?"

"I thought you threw them away." Shit, Alex thought, guess I'm sleeping bare bottom tonight. To her surprise the thought of doing so actually sent a delightful chill through her body.

The two fell asleep not two minutes after laying down. Throughout the night though, neither could stop squirming about, their new forms almost seeming to react to the other, not that the dreams they experienced helped much. The pair both dreamed of one of the girls from the previous night, Emily, seeing her as she played a game in Sors Nepellus's twisted tournament. The twins bodies reacted to the dream, as they watched Emily transform as they had done, into somekind of demonic version of their own forms, though this one had an additional appendage, in the form of a penis at least as long and thick as Alex's human leg had been. In the real world their bodies began to enter a type of heat at the image, but they weren't able to wake up, their sleeping minds glued to the battle before them. In the final round, Emily transformed again, though this time it was more of an Elf than anything, however its penis was even bigger than the previous creature's. In this form, Emily fucked Rebecca's creature, each time it or its master came they took one damage, quickly losing, though Emily refused to stop until she too came. Both Alex and Bell felt their dream selves orgasm just from the sight alone.

Alexandra grunted as a stream of sunlight shone on her face. Rolling over in an attempt to escape back into darkness, she felt someone against her body, this wasn't new, but it felt... furry? Opening her eyes, she saw what looked like a cat's face sleeping soundly beside her. At the sight, her groggy mind woke up completely, causing her body to jump out of the bed. As she stared down at whatever it was, she noticed how much lower the bed seemed, looking down at herself, Alex let out a mute cry of shock, as she saw her body was covered in fur. Then the events of the previous day played over in her mind, putting her mind at ease, she sat back on the bed, stroking her cat-like sister as she slept. It was all still very strange, but it felt right in a way, Alex thought, as she leaned down to give her sister a kiss on the forehead. She stopped just before contact, as a scent she hadn't noticed before assaulted her senses.

Sniffing around Alex found it was coming from her sister. The strange scent almost seemed to toy with her mind, as Alex felt her body heating up all over, her tail wagging in excitement, but over what she couldn't quite figure out. She ran her nose over Bell's sleeping form, stopping when she came to her crotch, where the scent was strongest, and sent Alex's mind into a frenzy. Throwing the covers away she gazed at her sister, whose small body was curled into a ball. She was only wearing a pair of shorts, but they were swiftly dealt with, as Alex tore them off with her claws. She gently urged her sister to uncurl and lay on her back, giving Alex a full view of her transformed twin. She had seen Bell naked many times before, but that was before they were drafted into this tournament, and, as she stared, she found that she preferred this new form. The scent seemed to wash over Alex once more, erasing all thought.

Alex straddled Bell, leaning down to inhale the wondrous scent her sister gave off. She began to rub her now wet pussy against the cat girl's stomach, coating the fur in her juices. She began to kiss Bell as best she could, despite the two having muzzles and Bell's unconscious state, moaning out loud as she tasted her darling sister's saliva. Alex pressed her tongue into Bell's mouth, trying taste everything, while she pressed her wet heat against Bell. As Alex's tail wagged about, she felt something warm and wet against it. On instinct she knew this to be her sister's own pussy.

With a grin Alex began to rub her tail against Bell's lower lips. Soon enough the fur on her tail was soaked, but even then Alex simply continued to kiss, grind against, and pleasure Bell, seeking only release. She began to sink her tail into Bell's vagina, which elicited a small moan from the small cat girl, as her unconscious form began to hump against the tail, seeking orgasm. With Alex straddling her stomach, Bell could only move her hips, but that was enough. The larger sibling was in paradise, as she pulled back from her sister's muzzle, gasping for air as Bell's stomach muscles worked to thrust her hips into the air, causing Alex to feel everything against her own vagina. Alex moved one hand to her breast, roughly kneading it in an attempt for further pleasure, not caring about her knife like claws. Thankfully her skin was tough enough to withstand her claws.

It wasn't very long before Alex's moans turned into small cries of joy. She could feel it in her bones, the orgasm she so very desired was within reach, all she had to do was push it a little further. A sudden thought entered her head. With all her willpower, Alex stood up, moaning at the loss of sensation against her dripping cunt, before manoeuvring the source of her lust over Bell's mouth. She hoped that her sister's instincts would know what to do, and let out a cry of bliss as she found out that they did, Bell's muzzle opened, her rough tongue reaching out to Alex's delicious pussy. With a loud moan, Alex returned the favour, lowering her muzzle to Bell's sopping wet cunt, and began lapping at it, her long, wide tongue running completely over Bell's lips. Alex's mind was bombarded by sensation overload, as she not only felt Bell's rough tongue pleasuring her moist centre, but also tasted her juices, the taste of which was incomparable. Alex felt her insides clench, as an orgasm far more powerful than any she had previously experienced shot through her.

Removing her muzzle from Bell's nether region, Alex let out a howl of pure delight. She quickly returned to her sister's pussy, wanting to return the favour, even as the climax coursed through her. The larger sibling could feel her pussy clenching powerfully, actually spraying her cum over Bell's face. Even unconscious Bell was drinking the juices, moaning continuously as her body began to spasm from the beginnings of her own climax. Alex could feel it, even in her own delirious state, and she wanted her sister to cum, almost as much as she had wanted to. Pressing her muzzle against Bell's dripping pussy, she forced her wide tongue deep inside, lapping at the walls of her sister's virgin cunt. It wasn't long before she felt it clenching around her.

Alex nearly came once more as a flood of her sister's delicious fluid washed over her tongue. It filled her mouth completely, forcing her to swallow, less she waste even a single drop of that glorious liquid. Even with her mouth occupied, Alex let out gargled cry after cry of pure ecstasy. After nearly a full minute of constant orgasm, Bell finally seemed to come down from her climax. Alex rolled off her sister, panting from both lack of air and the pure pleasure of it all.

"Oh god, Alex that was great!" Bell moaned, sitting up.

"Yeah." Her sister gasped, "How long... have you been... up?"

"Ever since you jumped out of bed." Alex bolted upright, staring at her twin in horror.

"So you-"

"Yes."

"And you-"

"Yes."

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"Oh hell yes!" Bell practically yelled as she laid back, purring contently.

After that the two could hardly get enough of each other. For the rest of the day, the sisters would lazily caress one another, occasionally slipping a finger into the other's constantly moist pussy. This would often escalate quickly, becoming a passionate session of love making, or rather, one sibling trying to fuck the other into submission. To both their displeasure Alex's agency called, asking her to come in for a photo shoot, and that it was rather urgent. In the back of her mind she wanted to tell them to fuck off, but she was still relatively new, and, while she was quickly becoming a top model, she hadn't built up enough of a repertoire to ask for favours of this kind yet. Sighing, she took her card from the mat and felt herself transform back. Looking down at herself she let out a grunt of disapproval at the human form.

Bell was more than displeased by this.

"Can't you just say you're sick or something?" She whined as Alex went about getting dressed and applying make-up.

"Not unless we want to be on the streets, or go live with mum. Sorry sis." She added seeing the beginnings of tears forming in Bell's eyes.

"Maybe we could start our own company or something." Alex looked at her sister, her human brow furrowed in confusion.

"I mean, there's lot of people out there who like furry porn," Alex almost asked how her sister knew about that, but stopped herself and let Bell continue, "We could get a video camera and, uh... you know?" Bell explained. Alex stood there, still and silent, as she contemplated what her twin had said. Could they really make enough money to live on? Wouldn't it take time?

Alex looked into the eyes of Bell, seeing the nervous excitement there. It was obvious Bell wasn't a hundred percent certain, but it was also clear that she wanted Alex to stay with her. Mulling it over, she finally gave her answer.

"Alright." Bell was about to yell out in happiness, but was stopped by Alex, "But, if this falls through and I get fired from my agency, you have to get a job." Bell simply nodded wildly and went to her sister, brushing her soft head against Alex's human bosom. What have I gotten myself into? Alex thought and held her feline twin against her breast.

Alex phoned her agency, putting on her best sick voice. She told them she had caught a bad cold and couldn't come in, they said they understood, but she could practically feel the thunderous anger of her boss when she found out. She put her cell down and looked to Bell, who was playing with a ball of yarn she had found, rolling it from side to side with her humanoid paws, and occasionally pouncing on it when it got away from her. It almost looked ridiculous to Alex, but at the same time she couldn't help smiling at how adorable her sister was. Bell stopped playing when she saw Alex was putting on her jacket.

"Where're you going?" She asked, a sudden sense of dread coursing through her veins as thoughts of her sister leaving and never coming back ran through her mind.

"To get the video camera," Bell looked at her blankly, before she remembered what she had proposed before.

"Oh, yeah... that." She grinned and went back to playing, her fears alleviated. A few minutes later, Alex left to get the camera.

A creeping sense of panic began to creep through her mind. Bell constantly glanced at the clock on the wall, watching as the seconds ticked by, seeming to take minutes at a time.

"I-I need to relax. Alex'll be back... I know she will." Her own words did little to keep her calm. As the minutes crawled by, she came to a realisation; she couldn't live without Alex, not now, probably not ever. She needed to know Alex was near her, by her side constantly. Bell began to pray silently, praying that if she had to battle anyone in this messed up tournament, let it be Alex. She knew she would win, based on past experiences, and when she did Alex would have to listen to her. Bell smirked, thinking of all the things she would do with her sister, once she would be unable to leave the house. Soon, you will be mine. Bell thought, staring at a framed photo of Alex and herself when they were younger.

This is hell, Alex thought. Walking through the streets were a nightmare now, as her body craved to be near Bell again. She could hardly stand the feeling of her clothes, often having to resist the itching. The cards had changed her she realised, even if she no longer looked like a human animal, she now identified as one. It was baffling in a way, since she had only been in that state for a relatively short period. She wanted nothing more than to shed these restrictive clothes and turn back into her animal state, but she needed to get this camera, at least if she wanted to have money to live on. She shook the thoughts off as she stepped into the store.

Bell was so bored. Aside her struggle to maintain her sanity, she had very little to do. She watched television, but was soon bored, she played a video game, quickly got tired of that too, tried to read a book, threw it away in boredom. Grasping at straws, Bell turned on her laptop, hoping that something on the internet would be entertaining. She searched through YouTube, but found nothing all that interesting, as she was scrolling through the videos an ad suddenly popped up, one for some adult dating site, then she remembered; she hadn't exhausted all her options, there was still one more hope... porn. Opening Google she simply typed in porn.

It didn't take very long before she found she couldn't care less for guys. It was the first time she had actively looked at pornography, and she was somewhat unaware of most of the genres. She had only heard of Furry porn from a random ad she'd clicked on one day, and even then she had closed the site pretty fast, seeing the indecent imagery. But now, now she was actively searching through various porn sites, trying to find something she could get into, and then she clicked on a video simply title 'hot lesbians'. It was beautiful, the women caressed one another, kissed one another, fucked one another, but there was still something missing. She realised it was the women themselves.

They were gorgeous by human standards, but Bell was no longer human. She once more opened Google and typed in 'furry lesbian porn', and clicked on the first link. It wasn't animated, only drawings, but it was so much better to her. Soon enough, Bell had her hand between her thighs, lazily stroking herself to the images. She could feel herself warming up all over, her pussy drooling heavily in her lust. Not long after she began flicking through the images, Bell could feel her orgasm approaching. She plunged her fingers into her cunt, moaning in delight at the feeling of her walls clenching around her small limbs. She mashed her thumb against her engorged clit, panting in pleasure. Minutes passed by, as she continued to masturbate, the sensations rising without end, but still she hadn't cum.

Bell worked herself faster and harder, trying desperately to feeling that sweet release. Her orgasm remained illusive to her however, and she was quickly becoming frustrated with her body. More time passed and still she had not cum. Throwing her hands up in frustration, her juices flying from her fingers, she closed her laptop and went into the kitchen. She stopped halfway when her eyes fell on her's and Alex's new decks. She checked the time, Alex would've bought the camera by now. Bell grinned madly to herself, as she strode over to her sister's deck. Picking up the deck, she went through it looking for the creature she found most attractive. She settled on the one Alex had used before, with a small giggle she placed it on the mat.

Alex was walking up to the counter with the new video camera in hand. Looking down at it, she hoped it would be worth the money, and her thoughts strayed to what she and Bell would be doing in front of it. A warmth flared within her and she picked up the pace, almost desperate to get home and fuck her sister. The warmth rose, alarming the young woman. She practically let out a cry as she recognised this heat, it was the same type that preceded her transformation. Looking around desperately, she was relieved that no one was in the aisle as she felt her body shift, becoming the creature she had begun to identify as. Once the change was done, she realised that she needed to get out the store and fast. Knowing that no one would be able to recognise her, and that the police wouldn't very well believe a young woman just turned into a bipedal animal and ran off, Alex did just that. She ran, or rather leapt over the various shelves, various people staring at her in a mix of awe and terror. In no time at all she was outside.

This wasn't the best idea. She thought as she stared around, catching the eyes of several shocked people, all of whom struggled to comprehend what they were seeing. While she wasn't much taller than the average man, she still appeared more animal than human, and this naturally scared the common people. Many let out screams, running from Alex, while younger, more curious people stared at her. In very little time she heard police sirens heading her way, though with her sense of hearing she couldn't quite tell if they were nearby or far away. Not taking chances, Alex began running through the remnants of the crowd, everyone moving to the side of her like the Red Sea. Thanks to her new form, Alex was back at her apartment building in very little time.

This only raised another question: how to get up to her home, without being seen? She looked through the glass doors, seeing that no one was on the ground floor, but she soon noticed the security cameras, with the reports the police would most likely receive she didn't want anyone to have her new form on film. She looked around, eyes searching any form of life, but thankfully, everyone seemed to be either inside or just somewhere else. She took a step back, look the building up and down, before deciding where her apartment was. Once more looking around, she walked to the brick wall and proceeded to dig her claws into it. She almost began to question how her claws were strong enough to sink into brick as though it were butter, but she quickly remembered how she'd become like this and didn't give it any further thought. Once at the window of her apartment, she knocked on it quickly, hoping to get Bell's attention.

Bell was lazing about, going through her own deck at this time. She hadn't really given much thought to the illustrations, besides the one she now chose as her true state, but now she was studying them intently, finding that her deck held not just anthropomorphic cats, but humans with cat qualities. She was almost tempted to try one out, but a sudden rapping on the large window brought her attention to it. The curtains were drawn and she couldn't much more than a silhouette, but she could practically smell who it was. Walking over to it quickly, she pulled the curtains aside, revealing the somewhat panicked face of her sister, one hand embedded into the wall and the other holding the box of a brand new video camera. Bell opened the window and welcomed her sister back.




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She was expected be greeted with a grin or a hug, or maybe a kiss, but instead Alex simply glared at her.

"Is something wrong?" Bell asked, unable to comprehend what she had done wrong.

"Do you have any idea what you did?" Alex questioned in reply, her voice strained from her anger.

"N-No, I mean, I, uh, I put your card back where it belonged, but..." Alex cut her off,

"You do realise that if someone finds out about this we're gonna be put away? Probably experimented on," she took a deep breath and added, "They would separate us. Forever." As she said this, tears began to form in Bell's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't think what would happen, I just..." She didn't say anything else, instead she pressed her petite form against Alex's shapely body, lapping affectionately at the nape of her neck, since this was the highest Bell could reach without standing on the tips of her paws. Alex understood what she was going through, as she too had felt the same urges.

"It's okay baby, just as long as you don't try anything like this again." Alex said sternly, pulling Bell away to look into her eyes. Her twin nodded and mewled in adorable agreement. Alex couldn't keep a straight and smiled at her impossibly cute sister and now lover.

"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" Bell said, already walking to it.

"Of course." Alex said and was about to follow, before remembering the new camera she'd been forced to steal, "Wait, let me figure this out first."

"What? Oh that thing," Bell growled lightly, but restrained herself, "Just don't take too long, I've been needing this for a while now."

"Don't worry. I mean, how hard can it be?"

As it turned out it took over an hour to figure everything out. By this time Bell was on the edge of pouncing on her sister, but she kept herself restrained, if barely, and waited. When she was at the point of resorting to violence, Alex walked in, carrying the now fully functioning camera. Bell looked at her hopefully, but she shook her head.

"One more minute babe, I've gotta find a tripod for this thing." Bell yowled in displeasure, but let Alex go about her search. Luckily the former model had managed to sneak a spare tripod from work, it was on a whim and she didn't think she would have any use for it, but was glad she had done so now. She went about setting it up while Bell watched from the bed.

Fortunately the room was big enough to set it up and leave enough space for to do as they pleased.

"Okay and... Action!" Alex called out, immediately jumping on the surprised cat girl that was her sister. In short order, the torn remains of Alex's clothes were removed and they were kissing passionately. Bell had been on the cusp of orgasm not long ago, and quickly the sensations came flooding back, even as her sister did little more than caress her back and small chest. Her pussy was soon dripping and Alex could smell this, grinning in amusement. She began to run her padded fingers down Bell's body, the cat girl purring in delight, as she felt Alex's fingers run over her tight ass. The claws ran over the skin, sending delightful sensations through her, even her body hypersensitive due to her previous activities, her juices practically pouring now. She heard Alex give a small laugh as she suddenly felt the tip of finger stretching her asshole.

A dozen thoughts raged through Bell's mind at once. Her human mind came surging back, telling her it this was disgusting, that she shouldn't even be doing this with her sister. It was so filthy... so very filthy, this thought surged to life and Bell knew what she wanted. She began to push back against the fingers, trying to force them deeper into her filthy hole. Only later did she realise that she was a true anal slut; nothing else would compare to the feeling of her ass being stretched open. She knew Alex enjoyed seeing her like this, and that only urged her on further.

"Deep, ah, deeper Alex." She mewled, begging for more. Her sister was more than willing to oblige, as she reached around with her other hand, using it to held spread her meagre ass cheeks apart, exposing her ass for the camera to see. Bell only just remembered the audience she would have, but it only pushed her further. She got up and told Alex to lay on her back, with her head towards the camera.

Alex knew pretty quickly what Bell was up to. She wanted to please and be pleased, but she also wanted her most filthy of holes to be seen by all, she wanted anyone who saw this to know she loved this. Soon enough, Bell had her rear planted over Alex's head, the wolf girl's long tongue reaching out and lapping at her pussy, tasting the abundant juices. Both sisters were too far gone to care about the camera anymore, as Bell lowered her hips to Alex's mouth, her bigger twin pushing her tongue into her petite sister's pussy, moaning at the taste of it, while Bell worked her rough tongue over Alex's clit, the nub swollen with desire, while her pussy sporadically sprayed her juices in a series of mini-orgasms. Neither one could care less about the day's events. 

They remained in that position for what could have been hours, the pleasure of it all seeming to stop time itself, before Alex pushed her sister off her. Bell laid there in a daze, disoriented by the sudden change, before she saw Alex move between her boyish thighs, raising her hips up so that her ass was in the air, above Alex's muzzle.

"Wha-What?" She asked groggily, before letting out a yowl of pure pleasure, as she felt the long, flat tongue of her sister licking at her rosebud, before pressing inside, the heat and sensation of her saliva sending Bell into her long awaited orgasm.

"Oh GOD! Alex, I'm Cu-CUM-CUMMING!!" She screamed and Alex felt the spray of her sister's juices, as they landed across her back, coating her fur in Bell's orgasm. Alex brought her fingers to Bell's ass as well, hoping to prolong this for as long as possible. She began to tease the lightly stretched entrance, her claws running over the ring of muscle, before she forced them in, knowing on some instinctual level that her claws couldn't harm Bell, no more than Bell could harm her. She could feel Bell's ass clenching around her, as she continued to cum.

Suddenly feeling parched, Alex removed her tongue from Bell's ass, quickly moving to cover her squirting cunt, in an attempt to drink the continually spraying juices. This seemed to set Bell off once again, as Alex felt her muzzle filling quickly with her twin's cum, forcing her to swallow in fear of drowning, and still more came. Neither wanted this to end, however all good things must. Eventually, after what could've been a gallon of cum, Bell finally started to come down from her euphoria, Alex pulled away and laid on her back, her stomach slightly swollen from all the fluid inside. Both laid still, panting from the experience, until Alex said,

"I still haven't cum yet." Almost instantly, Bell was between her twin's thighs, pressing her face into Alex's swollen pussy. She began to lap along it, lingering at Alex's large clit, twitching in desire. The taste alone was enough to bring Bell to full attention, as she began to press her face against Alex's cunt, smelling, feeling and tasting her all at once. Soon the larger twin was moaning in ecstasy, her juices flowing into Bell's mouth. The cat girl drank it with glee, reaching up with her hands, she placed one at Alex's clit, stimulating it roughly, knowing that any discomfort would only add to the pleasure, while the other reached out to her large breasts. Finding the mountainous globe of soft flesh, she soon found the nipple, as hard as rock, but no doubt as sensitive as a clit. Bell began to roughly knead the breast, pinching and occasionally twisting the hard nub atop it.

Alex was so very close now. She could feel her juices flowing freely, her clit pulsing from her sister's ministrations, likewise her nipples ached with a need for more. She reached up with her own hands, pushing aside Bell's, granting herself full access to her large mammaries, roughly kneading the soft yet firm flesh, and practically attacking her inch long nipples. Bell simply turned her other hands attention to her primary target, Alex's drooling cunt, however there wasn't much room; her pussy was occupied by her muzzle, her clit already under assault. Even as she pondered her predicament, Bell continued to pleasure her sister, moaning in harmony with Alex as the wolf like sibling sprayed her juices, essentially feeding Bell in return for pleasure. Through this haze of glorious sensation, Bell found her next target. She began to gently run her free hand along Alex's crotch, going lower until she found her shapely rear.

If Alex had caught onto Bell's intentions, she didn't let it show. Even as Bell ran her fingers along the large curve of her ass, occasionally smacking a cheek and feeling it shake like jelly, before she slipped between the cheeks, finding her new favourite part of any woman. Alex let out a loud moan as she felt Bell's finger lightly tracing her rosebud, the ring of muscles clenching protectively despite both their wishes. Bell moved her hand to the dripping cunt, gathering a large amount of the natural lube on her fingertips, before returning to her true desire. She pulled her muzzle away, licking up all her sister's juices she could.

"I'm gonna finger your ass, Alex." She said, her voice low with desire, "I'm gonna make you cum from it, from having your asshole violated by your dear sister." Bell continued in that vein of speech, Alex moaning from the information, but seemingly helpless to stop her smaller twin. She yelped as she felt the wet fingertips on her hole, her juices being rubbing around it, effectively relaxing her muscles. Alex let Bell have her way.

Without mercy, Bell suddenly forced a finger in to the knuckle. Alex went silent, her mind struggling to comprehend that her asshole was being penetrated, and by her sister no less. Her darling sister, whom she believed to be so innocent and cute, was now attempting to bring her to orgasm via her virgin ass. The thought, combined the reality of the situation, brought her to her much needed orgasm.

"Bell! Oh God, Bell! Gonna, ahhh, gonna cum!" In response to this, Bell simply forced another another finger into Alex's hole, wriggling the two against her anal walls, which clenched delightfully around the invading digits. Bell replaced her muzzle at her cunt, mouth open in preparation for the coming flood. She began to stimulate Alex's clit once more, her twin letting out a continuous cry of ecstasy as the first squirt of her orgasm filled Bell's muzzle. Nothing compares to this, both thought.

After coming down, Alex surveyed her sister. Her fur was soaked with Alex's cum, yet her stomach bulged from the amount of fluid she had drunk, while her tail swished about in a sort of lazy euphoria. Alex stood and went to the bathroom, where she gasped at the sight of herself. She was worse off then Bell, with the fur on her face practically still dripping wet, her stomach distended, though not as noticeably as Bell's, while her back was soaked. Her pussy was still swollen with the remnants of desire, and continued to lazily drool her juices along her shapely thighs.

"I need a shower." She said to herself and did just that. When she was done she noticed the time was surprisingly quite late, half past four in the afternoon. She would need to start making dinner soon, though she didn't feel hungry at all. Alex grinned as she guessed the reason. Back in the bedroom, Bell was asleep, curled into a large ball very much like the animal she now embodied. Looking around, making sure that most of the furniture, as little of it there was, had been spared. Only then did she notice the camera she'd set up.

Blushing fiercely beneath her fur, Alex picked up the camera and stopped the recording. She thought about simply throwing the complimentary SD card away and simply getting a new one, but she remembered what had transpired only an hour or so ago, and her curiosity got the better of her. In the main room she opened her laptop and booted it up. She put the card in and opened the only video file there.

Almost two hours later, Alex was shaking Bell awake. The cat girl groaned and mewled in protest, but then she caught a scent that was becoming all too familiar to her, the scent of arousal. Almost instantly the two were repeating the recorded events, only now they focused on each other's asses more than anything, Bell actually managing to fist Alex's, while her own hole was too small and tight to take more than three of Alex's admittedly large fingers. Not long after reaching yet another climax the two passed out, Bell curled against Alex who laid on her side, one arm laid protectively around her sister. Both slept peacefully despite the dream that greeted them.

They once more saw the girl, Emily, but she was with a different girl, one they recognised but couldn't name. They watched as spectres as the two top ranked players fought one another, using the hyper sexualised cards to fuck one another into submission. Both were amazing players, and seemed to know their decks despite having little practice with them. After a while, it seemed the other girl had Emily on the ropes, but then she played a card, one that seemed to give off a light of pure sexual prowess. In that same turn, Emily had won but didn't cease fucking the other girl, who was distorted heavily by the massive phallus that rampaged within her. Eventually Emily came, and the girl's abdomen quickly became the size of an elephant, if not larger. After that the twins returned to the realm of dreams, devoid of the tournament they had been drafted into.

The next day, Alex awoke to the smell of cooking food. She felt amazing, if a little tired, as though she had been excising in her sleep. As she sat up, she heard and felt the bed squelching beneath and noticed that it was drenched, as she realised this a new scent made itself known, one that she knew all too well. The scent of her's and Bell's cum. Despite how tired she felt, she could her nipples growing erect and her pussy drooling from the scent alone. Her stomach let out a loud growl, forcing her desire for sex to the back of her mind. She stood and walked on unsteady feet to the kitchen.

Bell was there humming happily to herself, while making a full english breakfast.

"You seem happy." Alex noted, moving behind the small cat-girl and wrapped her arms around her small waist.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Bell giggled, leaning her head back and placing a small kiss on Alex's muzzle. Alex let out a small laugh at that.

"Yeah, you've got a point there." She breathed in the scent of the food, her stomach growling ravenously, her drool quickly filling her mouth.

"It'll be done in a minute, but if you need something to eat..." Bell trailed the sentence off suggestively. Alex let out a playful growl, before moving between her twin's thighs.

Later the two lazing about the apartment. They were both mentally and physically exhausted, having fucked each other to a point where they could hardly move. Despite this, Alex was busy on her laptop, looking for a way to get their own site up and running, while Bell had curled into a large ball at her feet, the sounds of her soft breathing indicating she was asleep. Hours passed, and Alex let out a sigh of relief as she finally finished creating the site, now all that was left was to edit the video. This proved to be far more difficult then she had initially guessed.

As she opened the very standard editor on her laptop, she saw the world around her go black. Before she could question it, Alex fell into unconsciousness. When she woke, she felt soft grass against her. Opening her eyes, she sat up and looked around, seeing a familiar landscape stretched before her. The grassy plains seemed to go on forever, no matter what direction she looked in.

"Wait, isn't this-"

"You are correct. This is where you will do battle." A disembodied voice spoke, the distinctly husky feminine tones echoing within Alex's mind.

"Who are you?" She asked, or rather snarled as a defensive instinct awakened within her.

"You already know who I am." The sudden memory of the dream that started it all flashed through her mind.

"You're Sors Nepellus's rep!" She said in realisation.

"Very good. Now, your opponent is awake. Shall we begin?" Alex stood and looked around, her eyes falling on the slowly rising form of her opponent.

"I don't have my deck," The second she finished the sentence, her deck materialised in her hand. "I don't have anything to play on." Like before, the second she said this a hovering table appeared, her game mat already laid out on it, though the creature she had placed there was gone. Panicked, Alex looked down at herself, but let out a sigh of relief at seeing her fur coated body. As she mentally prepped herself for battle, her opponent finally stood.

Alex's eyes went wide as she saw Bell standing before her.

"I refuse to battle her, please, anyone else but her." Alex begged the spirit, but she received no answer.

"What's the matter, Alex? This way no matter who wins or loses, things won't change." Bell said, but Alex was unable to catch the subtle undertone in her voice, one that implied the opposite of her words. Alex still breathed a sigh of relief once more.

"You're right. Okay, let's do this!" Caught up in her won thoughts, Alex failed to notice the mischievous smile on Bell's face. They shuffled their decks and placed them on the floating tables, before drawing their opening hands.

"Who goes first?" Alex asked, to which Bell simply motioned to her. Alex grinned and drew the extra card from her deck.

She was somewhat familiar with her deck, having looked it over with Bell only a couple days ago. Yet it was strangely different in an actual game. The illustrations seemed to draw her attention even more than before, but she forced herself to play. Even if this was little more than a friendly game, she wouldn't let Bell win, it just wasn't in her nature. She studied her hand, and summoned a high powered creature, though one that lacked any abilities. The creature was only marginally different to her current appearance; her muscles bulged and her height increased, the rest of her body growing to keep in proportion. When all was done, she the same as before, except with an added foot of height and almost a hundred pounds of additional weight. She then passed the turn over to Bell.

The small cat girl likewise studied her hand. She was far more level headed than Alex, and simply looked at the card text, the images not holding any sway over her. She decided on a weak level creature, but one with a dastardly effect. It was a literal kitten. Bell let out a low moan as her body changed more dramatically than Alex's. She felt herself growing closer to the ground, the table moving with her, while her legs to those of a cats, her hands also moving to the ground, the thumb disappearing. When all was done, it looked like Alex was fighting a large cat, but one look in its eyes confirmed the presence of human intelligence. 

Alex's creature had a power level of nine thousand, while Bell's only had one thousand, no way to beat it, except with effects.

"I attack!" Alex knew instantly an effect was coming, "I activate my card's effect; by losing one damage counter and discarding one card from my hand, my opponent's creature loses power equal to the power level of that discarded creature." Alex looked to her hand and saw the perfect card.

"I activate a card effect from my hand; when my opponent uses an effect that would lower my creature's power below five thousand, I can discard two cards from my hand and negate the final effect. Meaning you still take a damage and lose one card from your hand!" Bell's fur stood on end at this as she took two points of damage, one from the effect, and the other from the attack.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 04



"I end my turn."

Alex drew, but didn't do anything. She had no other creatures better than her current one, at least none that could be used at her current damage count. She simply attacked, assuming Bell's effect could only be used when she declared the attack.

"I activate an effect from my hand," Bell declared, her voice almost mocking Alex's somewhat gruff tone, "When my creature with a power level less than two thousand is attacked, I can lose two more damage counters, and then replace it with a creature from my hand, the requirements for its summoning negated." Alex's eyes widened at this, as Bell summoned a high powered creature from her hand.

The change before was minor at most, but this was far beyond anything Alex could've expected. Bell transformed from a large cat, to a true monster in its own rite. She once more stood on two legs, however they had changed to digitigrade, while growing longer and more muscular. Her chest ballooned out, growing a set of breasts any pornstar would've been proud to have, though on her now seven foot and still growing form, they looked little more than C cups. Her face remained mostly unchanged, except growing to stay in proportion with the rest of her. When all was said and done, Bell stood above her sister, whom had always been the taller of the two, looking down an additional two feet above Alex's own six feet. The former small sibling let out a roar that would put lions to shame.

The creature had a power level of twelve thousand. Alex searched her meagre hand desperately for a way to keep from taking damage, but out of the few remaining cards, all were useless in the current situation. She merely continued with her attack and took the damage. To her surprise it didn't hurt, but rather felt like a small electric shock. With that, Alex ended her turn, almost dreading what Bell might do next. Bell drew, and looked through her hand. She had a much more powerful creature in hand, however the skull count was three, and she was only at six. She searched for a way to cut it in half, however nothing would work. As such she settled for just attacking. Alex took it and drew as Bell's turn came to a close.

Having a damage count of 8 meant she could hardly make use the overpowered creatures in her hand. Alex felt frustrated at this, but knew she had to be calm and patient. She could do nothing that turn, and simply ended it, however Bell had no intention of letting this happen.

"I activate my creature's effect. By losing one damage counter I force my opponent to attack me, also their creature loses three thousand power." Alex felt a sudden surge of rage and leapt at her sister attacking viciously, as though she truly were a wild animal, however she was batted away like a fly. As she flew through the air, her mind cleared. As she landed back where she had started, Bell had already drawn, the effect ending the turn after the attack. Once again, she simply attacked Alex and ended her turn.

As Alex drew she could feel a sense of dread consuming her. She wasn't drawing anything that could help, nor did there seem to be anything she could do. Her current creatures all had skull counts of five or lower, and even then they didn't seem worthwhile, having fairly mediocre power and effects. As Bell once again activated her creature's effect, forcing Alex into a rage, and causing her to take yet another damage, the wolf like sibling came to a realisation; her sister was taking damage from her effect. In fact she was already down to four, while Alex had six. She could win this.

Bell once more attacked. Pushing her sister down to five counters. She once more ended her turn, keeping a neutral expression, as though she were bored with this whole battle. In truth she was crying out in jubilation, the sense of overwhelming power, the thrill of taking away her sister's will, it all served to bring her new levels of happiness. She wanted to see Alex struggle, but the way she seemed to have accepted defeat was just as delightful.

"Get ready, Bell. I'm coming for you this turn." Bell was forced from her internal happiness as she saw Alex play an equipment card.

Alex had very nearly forgotten about this. She had noticed it in her deck before, it being the only card to have a single copy, but had read its effect and forgotten about it, thinking to be suicidal. However, she had very little to lose in this battle, and it seemed to be the only one that could possibly win in this battle. It didn't add anything to her appearance, except surrounding her in a warm glow to show it was active.

"By removing ten cards from my deck from the game, and discarding two cards from my hand, I take three damage." This confused Bell, the cost seeming too great for a card that could be played at five damage counters, "However, the equipped creature becomes completely immune to all other effects, it also gains the power level of whatever creature it attacks. But that's not all," Alex said with a wicked grin, "If this attack hits, I regain damage counters equal to the amount of creatures that have been removed from the game." Bell let out a laugh of terror. This was far from what she had been expecting.

However, that didn't mean she couldn't handle it.

"I attack!" Alex called and leapt at Bell.

"I activate a card effect from my deck!" Bell countered.

"Effects don't work on me anymore." Alex retorted.

"Oh, it's not for you. By losing all but one damage counter my creature's attack power multiplies by the number I lose."

"What?" Alex yelped in surprise as she continued her attack, unable to control her actions once she had declared her move. She took yet another damage, leaving her tied with Bell at one each.

"I must say, sister," Bell said, "You almost got me there. But now, it must end." With that Bell drew and immediately summoned a new creature.

Alex stared in absolute shock, as Bell once more transformed. Her deck was almost entirely anthropomorphic cats, but this was completely different. The former creature disappeared, leaving Bell in her human state, but only for a moment. Her human ears disappeared, cat ears sprouting atop her head, a fluffy cat girl grew from her rear, while her nails turned to claws. However, that was all the cat like changes, but there were still more. From her back grew four wings, strangely dragonic in their appearance, with leathery skin stretched thin. She looked up at Alex, the once again taller sibling stepping back in fear, as she saw the reptilian eyes, once human and filled with affection, now demonic and filled with lust and hate. Then the final change; her hair grew out, thick locks it extending like tendrils. As Alex looked, she noticed the Bell's hair was actually taking on a fleshy appearance.

When the change was complete, Bell was hardly recognisable. If not for the familiar shape of her face and body, Alex would've thought her to be a stranger. Her smaller twin had four dragon like wings extending from her back, a long fluffy cat tail from above her tight rear, cat ears, which admittedly looked adorable, and an expression Alex could hardly recognise on Bell, one of lust and hate, but there seemed to be something else, the kind of a look someone could get when they see something they own being used by someone else without their permission. But that seemed ridiculous, Bell didn't own Alex... though something deep within said differently, however Alex silenced it and focused on how she would survive this turn. It didn't seem possible.

The creature had a power level of fifteen thousand, and Alex's equipment only worked when she attacked, not vice versa. Her hand was scarce, save one card that was useless in that situation. Then Bell put the icing atop the proverbial cake;

"I activate my ability," Strangely Alex picked on the use of 'my' rather than 'my creature's', as though Bell had completely embraced this form, "If I am tied with my opponent my power doubles. Then, if I discard my entire hand my opponent's equipment is nullified, with the effects transferring to me." Alex looked terrified as she felt the warm glow leave her, only for it to surround Bell. On Alex the glow had been a comforting colour, however on Bell us turned to black, red occasionally streaking through it maliciously.

"This is my victory, sister." With those words Bell attacked. The moment Alex's damage counter reached zero the world around her faded once more to black.

When she awoke, Bell was looking down at her, still in her demonic form.

"Morning, Alex." Alex wanted to ask what Bell was doing still in that state, but she found her mind clouding, new thoughts she had never even considered suddenly becoming all she could think about. The words out of her mouth were not what she had initially intended, however they were definitely her own thoughts.

"How may I serve you, Mistress?" Bell grinned evilly, her plan was complete. Almost immediately, she began to think of acquiring more servants, more women to serve her every need. But for now, she needed to work off some steam. She took Alex's hand and led the changed women to the bed room.



Voluptus Ludum Ch. 05



Author's Note: You know back in Chapter 3 when I said it would probably be the longest? Yeah, I lied, this beats that out by a good thousand words and I doubt these chapters are gonna get shorter any time soon. Also, apologies for any errors since I probably missed several. 

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Emily stretched, waking from her wonderful sleep. At her side, Rebecca slept her hand splayed across Emily's large bust, while her other hand rested on the satisfied cock between Emily's thighs. The futa sighed happily, her body more relaxed then it had been in a long time, as her mind replayed the previous night of enjoyment with Rebecca. They hadn't done anything different, though Emily had gone nearly all night before going completely soft, but the sense of elation Emily had felt after winning once again made the act all the more enjoyable. It was less like a master-servant relationship and more like the two were real lovers.

Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping beauty that was her servant, Emily got up. The floor was still hidden beneath an inch thick layer of cum from their activities, the jelly like fluid squelching noisily under her feet. She wiggled her toes, finding the sensation of thick cum between her little digits to be quite pleasing, before moving quietly to the door. She was naked as anyone could be, but given how intimate she was with Rebecca the nudity didn't bother her. Though what did was the two feet of flaccid cock dragging through the cum. She soon found her mat, as untouched by cum as before, and replaced the card with the usual creature. She breathed a small moan of relief and continued down the stairs, smiling happily.

That is, until she came down the stairs and saw Alice soundly on the couch. Emily rushed back up the stairs, though still taking care not to wake the other girls. Back in the master bedroom, she leaned against the door and breathed deeply. She had been so caught up in the afterglow of fucking Rebecca last night that she had almost completely forgotten about Alice. Knowing that the girl had a past with sexual violence, Emily began to get dressed, taking great care not to drop her clothes in the cum. With her cock in the way, Emily simply pulled on a pair of sweatpants and left the room.

As she came down the stairs once again, Alice began to squirm. Emily went up to her and shook her lightly, waking the German girl completely. As expected her eyes went wide with shock at seeing Emily, but memories flooded back quickly and she calmed down. Alice looked at Emily who waited patiently for the girl to speak.

"What's up, Mistress?" She asked, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"You don't have to call me mistress if you don't want to." Emily replied, also smiling slightly. She was relieved that Alice didn't seem to bitter about losing and thus having her life completely turned around.

"I know, but it feels like, you know?"

"Well, if you want to, then that's fine. How we make some breakfast?" To Emily's surprise, the German girl was on her feet in an instant.

"Sure! What about Rebecca?" She asked.

"Trust me, she won't be getting up for a while." Emily giggled, Alice, catching on quickly joined in, the act causing her breasts to quiver, something Emily noticed and quickly averted her eyes, "Uh, but first, don't you want to put some clothes on, and maybe shower?" Alice looked and realised she was naked, her body covered in dried cum, a fierce blush spread across her face.

"Uh, yeah, do you have anything I can wear?" Emily directed her to the master bedroom, telling her that she could use her own, since she and Emily were similarly proportioned. With a quick peck on the cheek, Alice left to shower and dress, while went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. It was nothing special, just scrambled eggs, with toast and bacon, though Emily had been struck by a new idea, one that both repulsed and enticed her. Checking to make sure she was alone, she had pulled down her pants and began to jerk her thick meat, reaching her full eleven inches in no time. She thought of the previous day and her battle with Alice, the memories causing her to cum quickly, while holding a large container in front of her cock, catching the massive amounts of thick ejaculate. After that she began to pour it lightly over the breakfast as one would with ketchup.

Just as she was cleaning up the surprisingly large amount of cum that had overflowed from the container, Alice and Rebecca came down. Rebecca had clearly only dressed at Alice's behest, as she was wearing a tight tank top and slightly tattered sweatpants, she was still covered in dried cum unlike Alice who was obviously fresh from the shower.

"Glad you're up." Emily greeted Rebecca, before pulling the Brit in for a lustful kiss, while Alice looked on trying desperately not to get turned on by the sight, but failing miserably. When she pulled back, Emily was lightly panting, while Rebecca was openly moaning for more. Emily then pulled Alice in and repeated the action, leaving the German also moaning. Emily didn't explain why, instead she simply instructed them to grab and plate get some breakfast. The two girls nodded mutely and did as she ordered.

As they ate, Alice and Rebecca's faces lit up as they immediately recognised the taste. Emily smirked as they suddenly began to dig in ravenously, almost like they hadn't eaten anything for days, though Rebecca had ingested more than her fair share of Emily's cum last night. They ate in relative silence, the two slaves simply enjoying the company of their mistress, while eating her wonderful cooking. As they finished up Emily remembered the issue of her clothing.

With her cock as big as it was, even when flaccid, she would need a wardrobe. She only had a couple of dresses, and even then they weren't very long and she certainly didn't have any underwear that could contain it without being extremely uncomfortable if she got an erection.

"Hey, girls," Alice and Rebecca looked at her immediately, "I need some new clothes, feel like going to a mall or something?"

"Sure. I know a couple of places, and I've been dying to do that again." Rebecca said, winking at Emily who groaned, knowing what she was talking about. Alice took a second to think of what she meant, and soon remembered the restaurant, blushing fiercely.

"I've also been meaning to get some new clothes, so this works out great." Alice said, though she was still flushed from both the earlier kiss and the memory of their first real meeting.

"Great!" Emily said, "Rebecca and I'll shower and then we can go." Rebecca's face lit up, while Emily's cock gave a small twitch in excitement. Alice on the other hand was slightly annoyed at having showered earlier, since she could guess what the two would be doing.

Over and hour later Emily and Rebecca came downstairs. Alice had been correct in her assumptions, the two no doubt having to wash themselves several times over before calming down enough. Emily noticed the way she looked at them and promised herself she could make it up to the German girl. Rebecca led them outside and to a large garage, opening the door revealed a large amount of cars all lined up in perfect rows.

"Since when did you have cars?" Emily asked, shocked and amazed by the sight before her.

"Since forever ago." Rebecca replied, almost as though it were obvious.

"But then, why did we take a limo to the restaurant?"

"Because I don't have a license and I forgot to ask if you did."

"Wait, then why do you have all of these?"

"Well, these aren't mine technically, they're my dad's, he just keeps them here since he knows I can't drive yet."

"So why are you showing us this?" Emily asked, trying to figure just why Rebecca was doing this, the Brit glanced about wildly, trying to think of something.

"I have a license." Alice said, "Though I only just got it a couple of weeks ago." Rebecca laughed and hugged the German.

"I knew it! A working girl like you, of course you'd have one." The way Rebecca spoke, made it obvious she had just wanted to show off the impressive car collection, but didn't want to seem like. Emily smiled all the same, knowing Rebecca probably did this more often than not.

"Well then, Alice since you're driving; pick any car you want." Emily said, Rebecca was about to pipe up, but stopped knowing she didn't have any right to be picky. The three walked into the large garage, lights flickering on automatically. Out of the three though, Rebecca was the only one who knew anything about cars; she would point out different details about each one, though the information clearly went over Emily's and Alice's heads. Finally they stopped at one that Alice liked the look of, though Rebecca was clearly not satisfied with.

"Really, this thing? But, what the Bugatti or maybe the Lamborghini or-" Alice cut her off,

"I don't like those kinds of cars; they make the drive seem obnoxious and they can't hold a tank of fuel to save their asses." Despite having only a limited knowledge of cars, Alice had clearly done some research since getting her license. Rebecca looked like she wanted to argue further, but Emily had already found the keys and tossed them to Alice, who quickly got into the driver's seat. Begrudgingly, Rebecca got into the back seat behind Emily and began muttering about how much cooler the other cars were.

The car was an everyday model that one sees almost everyone driving. The only difference being that it had better maintenance than other cars. Soon enough they were heading out into the city, with Rebecca telling Alice where to go. Emily began to worry, as they were directed away from where the malls were and into a seedy looking area, she looked back at Rebecca who simply waved away her concerns, saying that she knew people here. Alice parked just outside a rundown looking store and Rebecca told them to get out.

The millionaire led them into the store. Emily was prepared to be met with a smell of smoked nicotine or the sight of drug addicts, but instead the interior was perfectly maintained, though there was a problem she had with it.

"Rebecca," She started, pulling on the Brit's shoulder and turning her around, "What the fuck is this place?"

"It's a clothes shop," The look in Emily's eyes didn't dissipate, "Okay, it's more of a fetish/sex shop, but trust me they have really nice clothes here... uh, normal clothes as well." She added, which seemed to calm Emily down slightly. Alice meanwhile was taking it all in with barely contained excitement.

On the walls, various leather and latex outfits were displayed. She had only worn latex once, and that was during her battle against Emily, but that seemed to have awakened a new desire within her.

"Mistress?" She asked shyly. Emily turned to face her, seeing the blush on her face.

"What's up? Is this making you uncomfortable?" Emily asked, worried for the girl.

"Uh, no, it's not that... It's just, if it's all right with you; I'd like to get my clothes from here." Emily looked at her in surprise, but given all that had happened this was hardly world ending news to her.

"If it's what you want. Just make sure you let me see before you buy them." Emily said, winking, before asking Rebecca to show her the 'normal' clothes, leaving Alice to pick out her own outfit. Rebecca led her mistress through a door, revealing a wide array of, admittedly revealing, normal clothes. Emily picked up a plain black tank top, though she quickly realised it was a belly shirt. While she had never been interested in these types of shirts before, she found that it was incredibly tempting to get it. Rebecca seemed to approve, knowing the store very well.

Trying it on, Emily found that it was an incredibly snug fit. Were she not wearing a bra, her nipples, even when she wasn't aroused, would be on full display. Even so, she liked the material and it was in her size so it would do. She went around trying on various shirts and pants, all varying in how much skin they showed off. A pair of distressed hot pants she found, the maker of which had clearly gone overboard, as they would give any who even glanced her way a clear look at her panties, though she couldn't wear any of these with her cock in the way. She found a pair of loose jeans that would show only the slightest bulge.

As she was about to go and find Alice, she a pair of pants caught her eye. It seemed like some of the latex pants from the shop had been left in the 'normal' section. The thought of wearing them shot through Emily's mind, of walking around in public, her flaccid cock bulging obscenely through the jeans, everyone would stare at her. She remembered the effect of the card she had used, how her mere presence could arouse people. If she went into public no one would think she was a freak.

Acting on impulse, Emily decided to get them. As she was picking them up, she only just then noticed the price tag, her eyes bulging from her head. Rebecca noticed something was wrong, putting down the low cut top she was looking at and headed over to Emily.

"What's the problem, Mistress?" She asked.

"Have you seen how much these are?" Emily said in disbelief, pointing at the price on the jeans she was holding.

"No worries. I shop here all the time, and remember," Rebecca reaching into her back pocket, pulling out her wallet, "I've got more than enough money to pay for it."

"You really don't have to, you know." Emily said, unsure of whether to take advantage of Rebecca's generosity or not.

"I know, but if I didn't I wouldn't be much of a slave would I, Mistress?" As Rebecca spoke, she reached down and lightly stroked Emily's cock, causing Emily to freeze up and let out a small moan of appreciation.

"I... suppose you're right." She moaned out, before swatting Rebecca's hand away. No longer worried about the price, Emily carried her clothes back into the main store to find Alice.

"Oh, Mistress!" Alice said when Emily tapped on her shoulder.

"Hey there. Find anything you like?"

"Well..." Alice nodded to a small pile by her side, "I found a few." Emily giggled at that. She looked to Rebecca and told her to pay for their clothes, while she helped Alice try on the clothes. Rebecca caught on quickly and winked at the two before doing as she was told, taking Emily's new clothes and heading to the checkout.

Alice picked up the clothes she had chosen and followed Emily to a changing room. It was surprisingly spacious, something that caused Emily to suspect customers did this often. Almost as soon as the door was locked, Alice was taking off her clothes, Emily assisting as best she could. Soon the German stood naked in front of Emily, something she felt no shame about. She began to put on one of the many leather and latex outfits.

When she was done, Alice stood tall and looked at Emily shyly.

"So, uh, how does it look?" Emily looked the girl up and down; the 'clothes' were little more than a bikini, with a latex bra that barely contained Alice's D cups, with straps running down over her stomach and back, connecting to a skirt of the same material. Emily told her to turn around, giving her a good look at how tightly the material hugged Alice's rear. On her legs fishnet stockings acted as the only form of covering. As she turned back around to face Emily, her Mistress noticed the collar around her neck, straps connecting it to the bra. On the collar was a plate of blank aluminium, clearly meant to be engraved with something.

"Do you like it?" Alice asked, her voice slightly husky as Emily's gaze ran over and her body. After a moment of silence, Emily nodded. As Alice beamed with delight she took it off, intending to put on another, but Emily had a different idea. The moment Alice was naked once more, Emily walked up to her, pulling the surprised girl in for a kiss. As Emily's tongue wrestled with Alice's, Emily was running her hands across the German girl's body hungrily, almost like a blind man trying to memorise a person's body. Emily pulled back, letting her and Alice breathe a few lustful breaths, all the while Emily caressed and groped Alice's D cups, occasionally pinching the nipple. As both of their lusts rose, Emily leaned back in and continued the kiss.

As her cock began to grow, her loose pants struggling to keep it contained, Emily pulled back. With a display of supernatural strength, all thanks to the card she had played, Emily was soon naked, standing opposite Alice, her cock hard as steel. Neither moved for what felt like hours, but in reality was only a second, before Emily had Alice on the floor, her legs spread and her pussy stretching wide around Emily's massive cock. It was exquisite, despite her being much smaller than the first time they had fucked, the pleasure was still unbelievable. The sensation of those tight walls clenching around her length, while her tip crashed into Alice's cervix, the pain of which causing the penetrated girl to cum after only a few thrusts. Alice began to cry out in pain tainted orgasm, something Emily quickly dealt with as she leaned down to roughly kiss her sex slave.

After the initial excitement wore down slightly, Emily began to move slower. She knew they were in a public place, that it was possible security cameras were on watching them right now, but none of that mattered. She had neglected Alice that morning, and she needed to make up for it. Despite her wish to keep going, Emily felt her orgasm coming much soon than she had expected. Her moans rose in volume and pitch even as she passionately kissed Alice, her thrusts turning wild and increasing in strength, finally smashing through the obstructing cervix. With a cry of ecstasy, Emily's cock throbbed powerfully, before flooding Alice's womb with cum. In very little time, Alice's stomach began to show how prolific Emily was.

As she began to look almost five months pregnant, Emily's orgasm ran out. The futa pulled out, her thick cum, dripping from her cock while streaming from Alice's slightly gaping pussy. Emily let Alice lie there, while she picked up another outfit and began to dress Alice in it. It was far more revealing than the other one. The top half was a leather bra that only consisted of two triangular pieces covering Alice's nipples, with thin straps criss-crossing down her back and connected with the leather thong. The outfit also came with a collar, but it served no real purpose. Looking around, Emily noticed her phone lying just a few feet away, thankfully undamaged despite being thrown to the floor.

"Say cheese." Emily said and took a picture. Alice was still struggling to control her breathing after experiencing so many orgasms, and hardly responded, though she saw the approving look on Emily's face and smiled happily. The thin strip of material that covered Alice's pussy was evidently not enough to keep the cum from overflowing, the sight of which caused Emily to flood with desire. Alice saw this and moaned, knowing what was coming. Emily quickly took the unpaid for clothes off and threw them to the side, before lining her cock up with Alice's drooling cunt. The German simply cried out as she was penetrated again.

The amount of cum that had leaked out of her had shrunk her belly, making it seem like she was only just beginning to show. Emily was more than eager to change that. She rutted into the eager slut wildly, enjoying the squelching sound as she thrust in and out, the warmth of her cum mixed with Alice's own bathing her dick in pleasure. As Alice felt her mind going blank from the pleasure, Emily came, sinking in to the hilt. The cum once again filled Alice's womb, causing her to appear to be in her last trimester of pregnancy. Emily repeated the process again and again.

She would dress Alice in one of the outfits she had picked out. The sight always arousing her, causing her to take the slightly cum stained clothes off and once more fuck Alice. As the German was about ready to pass out she was brought back by a sudden new sensation, one she had not felt before, even in the past. Fully conscious, she found that her Mistress had placed her on all fours, some part of her subconscious working to keep her up, though even then she felt the cum soaked floor on her stomach. Leaning her head as far forward as she could, Alice stared in amazement at her massive stomach.




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She looked about ready to give birth to twins, or even triplets. Yet, to her surprise, there were no stretch marks, though the skin of her dome like abdomen was shiny from the expansion. As she was staring amazement, she felt something wet running along her asshole. She looked back, seeing her Mistress kneeling down, her hands roughly gripping Alice's ass cheeks and spreading them apart, allowing her to bury her head between them. Alice moaned at the feeling of Emily's tongue but only in shock at the lewd act.

Before she could formulate a proper thought on this, she saw Emily stand, her cock hard as stone. Alice knew what was coming, she opened her mouth to try dissuade her Mistress, but all that came out a sudden cry of bliss. There was still pain, a lot of it, her tight rosebud being forced apart by a wrist thick member was something Alice never thought she would ever experience. The feeling of that thick pole forcing its way into her rectum, rubbing roughly against both her entrance and her anus. It was painful to max.

Yet, despite the sheer amount of pain she felt, Alice was cumming harder than she had when she battled Emily. The burning sensation of her stretched anus was the most blissful experience she had experienced. Consumed by her sudden revelation that she was no doubt a masochist, Alice couldn't resist begging for more pain.

"Mistress, ah, please... fuck me, fuck my ass! Slap me, use me, break me!!!" She screamed, something that the still rational part of Emily's mind knew needed to be addressed, before someone saw them. Emily pulled out completely, her cock mere inches from Alice's throbbing asshole. "Noooo, why'd you stop?" She whined.

"If you want me to fuck you, then be quiet." Emily didn't wait for confirmation that her will had been heard, instead she merely forced her cock back inside Alice's ass. The order had clearly sunk in, as Alice was no longer screaming for me, instead she simply did her best of pleasure her Mistress, hoping she would reward her. To her joy, this hope was answered as Emily began to thrust harder and faster, her cock viciously plunging Alice's formerly virgin ass, while she brought her hands down, slapping the quivering ass cheeks every time she pulled out. Soon the skin was red and sore, but Alice didn't care, she was constantly cumming, the pleasure only spiking, never fading. With a grunt, Emily sunk to the hilt and gave Alice's ass its first bath of cum.

Alice let out a silent scream of orgasm. The flood of warmth that spread through her rectum giving her even greater pleasure. As it continued to flow, she could practically feeling it running through her intestines, before flooding her stomach from the wrong way, and still Emily continued to cum. Just as the last pulse was fired, Alice felt her Mistress's spunk overflow into her oesophagus and throat, before she could finally taste it on her tongue. Emily pulled out, watching as Alice's back hole twitched wildly, attempting to close and keep all the cum inside. She walked around to Alice's front, seeing her sperm flowing in thin streams down Alice's face.

Emily presented Alice with her cock. The German girl knew what to do instantly. Despite her exhausted state, she took the large phallus into her mouth, lathering it in her saliva mixed with cum, letting out low moans as she tasted not only more cum on Emily's cock, but also Alice's own juices and ass. In some corner of their minds, they both knew it was disgusting, but at the forefront of their consciousnesses was the overwhelming pleasure it had given them. After Alice had cleaned her now flaccid shaft completely, Emily felt satisfied. There were no more outfits to try on and even then, she didn't think she had enough strength to lift a single article of clothing at that moment. As she looked at Alice, she decided it was completely worth it though.

After she was able to walk again, Emily went to the door. She could practically smell Rebecca's lust on the other side. She opened the door slightly, glad that no was around, and had Rebecca pass her some of her new clothes.

"Sounded like you were having fun, Mistress." Rebecca commented, her voice low and husky. Her arousal was painted all over her face.

"Yeah," Emily gasped, "Ruined my clothes though." As she finished putting on the new clothes, a tight fitting belly shirt and loose, black jeans, she stepped out of the changing room, "I need to you to pay for the clothes Alice wanted; I don't think I can walk properly just yet." Emily told Rebecca, stretching and trying to keep herself steady.

"Wow, you really went at it, huh?"

"Take a look for yourself." Rebecca did just that, and peeked inside the changing room. She pulled back after a moment.

"Damn, didn't think you had it in you to go that far, especially in public." The Brit congratulated her, causing Emily to blush fiercely.

"Just, just hurry up and pay so we can go." Rebecca laughed at that and left to talk to a clerk.

After half an hour, Alice was dressed in her only decent outfit; a black latex corset with matching latex pants. It was the only one Emily had neglected to have put on Alice, but it was for the best, since it was the only one that had just a few splashes of cum here and there. The three left the store, with bags in tow and probably looking like an odd group; Emily in her plain, belly shirt and loose jeans, looking like an everyday, albeit good looking, girl, while Alice was dressed in fetish clothes, her silver hair standing out starkly against the black outfit, while Rebecca had a loose top that would show off plenty of cleavage were her breasts larger, and a mini skirt with no panties on underneath. The three went back into the car and began to talk about what to do next.

Rebecca was quiet, her focus entirely on Emily's and Alice's chests, each bigger than her own. She had never felt inadequate before, making up for her lack of curves with her sexual prowess, but she felt like Emily would like something more than just a wild creature in bed. Sure she had a nice lower body, but she couldn't help but feel unhappy with her bust size.

"Hey, Mistress." She said suddenly, cutting into the conversation.

"What's wrong, Rebecca?" Emily asked, having noticed her silence despite her buoyant nature.

"Well, you know how you can change our bodies with your cards? I was wondering if you have one that would make my, uh..." Emily was surprised how shy Rebecca seemed about this.

"Go on."

"Well I was wondering... if there's one that would give me bigger tits." She finished. It was like when she had asked her parents for breast implants, but they had explicitly denied her, even going so far as to contact any plastic surgeon they knew not to let her get them, and Rebecca wasn't stupid enough to go to a underground doctor for it, since they'd probably mess it up or worse... Either way, it was embarrassing. Emily giggled a little bit. "What?"

"Nothing... Why do you want bigger breasts? You're perfect the way you are." Emily said.

"Yeah, that's what my parents said too, but... I look at you and Alice, and I... I don't know, I feel inadequate. Like I just don't measure up. Please, Mistress?" She begged. Emily looked at her and saw that this was something that was personal to her. She was probably bullied for not being a big breasted bimbo, Emily thought and decided that if she could, she would help.

"Okay then. I won't make any promises though." Emily warned, but Rebecca simply smirked happily. Alice drove them back to the mansion. As they walked back up to the door, Rebecca had a clear bounce in her step. As soon as they were through the door, she bounded up the stairs and came back with Emily's deck, along with the other cards from their decks. She handed them to Emily as they all sat on the couch. Alice decided she was going to try on her other clothes, since she had only really tried on two when she was fully conscious, leaving Emily and Rebecca alone to find the right card.

"Oh, what about that one!" Rebecca pointed to a card on the table. They gone through the cards, removing all the futanari and other non-humanoid types. The card Rebecca pointed to was of an elven creature, who looked remarkably like Rebecca with the exception of the pointed ears and slightly muscular physique, and of course her breasts.

"I don't know." Emily said, biting her lip. The creature had breasts easily the size of her head, most likely bigger.

"Please! If you or I don't like them we can always go to a smaller size." As Rebecca spoke, a certain Goddess smirked.

"Goddess?" Her representative said questioningly.

"I feel like mischief, Puer." Sors Nepellus said with a small laugh. Puer looked at the Goddess but said nothing, she knew that nothing she said would dissuade the Goddess from toying with Emily Ralia's life.

Back in the living room, Emily placed the card down, having acquiesced to Rebecca's wish. For a moment nothing happened, then the room filled with a small burst of light, temporarily blinding Emily and Rebecca. When it faded the two stared at each other's chests in part horror, part arousal. As they stared both of their chests were beginning to expand. Emily's C cups soon turning to DD and beyond in moments. Rebecca's were expanding much faster, already at a G cup and showing no signs of stopping. Even as the horror and arousal washed over her, Emily silently cursed Sors Nepellus, knowing the Goddess was responsible for this.

Emily felt her clothes being taken off, but saw no one there. Damn that Goddess, she cursed in her head as she and Rebecca were both given their first full look at their expanding bosoms. Emily's bra had snapped off long ago before the spectral hands could remove it. She doubted she would ever find a bra to fit her at the end of this. Yet, the idea of her breasts stretching out any article of clothing she wore, her nipples on full display for all to see, was undeniably arousing to her. Emily shook her head clear of the thoughts.

Upstairs they heard a cry, telling them that Alice was also suffering from the Goddess's mischief. Emily's eyes focused briefly on the card and saw that there was no longer just one elf, but three, each with different sized breasts, though they were all massive by anyone's standards. The arousal she felt was growing quickly, her mind filling with lustful thoughts of Rebecca and Alice with massive breasts filling her mind and causing her cock to quickly grow erect. She began to masturbate, even as her bust kept growing, as did Rebecca, despite the fact that her breasts had now grown to the point where they obscured her navel. They were obviously natural despite how perky they seemed, as they jiggled wildly from Rebecca's movements.

Looking down, Emily found that she could no longer see her cock past her breasts. Her free hand shot to her expanding bust, exploring the massive surface, and finding her erect nipple, now over an inch long and thicker than her thumb. The added stimulation brought her closer to orgasm, which only seemed to fuel her growth. As the first jet of cum shot from her cock, her bust had one last sudden spurt of growth, before stopping entirely, as her cock painted the underside of her impossible tits with her cum. As she came down from her orgasm, she looked to Rebecca.

The British girl was still growing. She had long since outgrown Emily, her rack was twice the size of her head now and still growing. Her nipples were almost like miniature cocks now, easily four inches long and as thick as a wrist. As Emily looked on, she felt her arousal building once again, even when she stared in wide eyed shock, as a sudden jet of white fluid sprayed from Rebecca's nipples. Concerned, she looked down at herself and saw that she too was leaking milk, but much less than Rebecca. Lust clouded her mind and Emily leaned her head down, raising her breasts with her hands and latching onto both her teats at once.

Milk flooded her mouth and she couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure. It was as good as her cum, maybe even better, though it wasn't as thick, the fluid simply ran down her throat easily and filled her stomach. Through sheer willpower, however, her eyes stayed on Rebecca, whose tits were as big as her torso, each, and they were still growing. Knowing something needed to be done before she became incapable of moving, Emily began to pray to Sors Nepellus. As she did so she found herself back in the field, standing opposite a familiar cloaked figure.

"Please stop what you're doing." She said immediately.

"Why would I do that? Look at Rebecca, she seems so happy." The hidden Goddess laughed, her voice almost seeming to echo across the field.

"Yeah, but at this rate she won't be able to move." Emily pleaded, the image of Rebecca immobile because of her breasts flashing through her mind. She wouldn't admit it, but the thought turned her on slightly.

"She's a sex slave, you'll still be able to fuck her." Sors Nepellus said, her tone making it obvious she didn't see the problem.

"No! I don't want them to be just sex slaves. Rebecca and Alice are the only ones I can honestly call my friends. I want to hang out with them, I want to be able to go out with them, have fun. You know, actually live!" Emily shouted.

"I swear I'll never understand you humans. If, Emily, I were to reduce the size of all of your breasts what would you offer in return?" The Goddess asked, lighting a small fire of hope in Emily.

"I'll win. I'll be your consort." She said, voice full of conviction.

"That's already a given should you win. No, I think you will have to promise me something more." The Goddess said, sounding somewhat amused now.

"Like what?!" Emily all but shouted.

"If you were to let me tinker with that cock of yours I'd gladly give you the power to choose how large your breasts are." The Goddess offered, her mischievous tone obvious to Emily.

"Like hell! You'll just make my cock as big as a house or something!" She accused.

"On my honour as a Goddess, I swear I will not make it impractical for you." Emily stared at the cloaked Goddess. She weighed her options; on the one hand if she said no, Rebecca and probably Alice too, would be stuck where they were forever, but if she said yes, despite the vow she was certain Nepellus would do something. In the end she decided she would help her friends.

"I-I guess so then." She acquiesced. 

"Good. You should feel honoured Emily Ralia, no mortal has made a Goddess take a vow before. I expect more like that from you." With that, the field faded to black and Emily woke up on the couch.

She looked down and sighed in relief at seeing her chest was back to normal. Looking to Rebecca confirmed that she too was normal, asleep and covered in milk, but normal. She checked upstairs, finding Alice in the bathroom, also unconscious and covered in milk, but fine. Remembering that Sors Nepellus had tinkered with her cock, Emily quickly pulled down her pants, seeing her cock had not grown in size, not even by an inch. She breathed another sigh of relief and returned down the stairs.

Sors Nepellus had said she would give Emily the power to decide the size of her breasts for herself. While Emily would not admit it aloud, she had always been interested in larger breasts attesting to her old interest in anime, where large breasts were the norm, though some were crazier than others. Testing the waters, she thought of making her breasts a cup size larger. For a second nothing happened, then they began to slowly grow. After a while she was a D cup.

The sensation was the same as before. The feeling of her breasts growing was amazing. Unable to help herself, Emily made it so they would keep growing until she wanted otherwise. They grew to DD cups, EE and beyond. Emily wanted them to stop, but they refused, growing to F cups. As she watched, her anger at Sors Nepellus rising once again, they stopped, though they were indeed massive.

"These must be J cups or bigger." She stated under her breath, both amazed and pissed at the size.

"I should have told you that I made it so that the growth would respond to your subconscious desires if you aren't careful." The voice of Sors Nepellus reverberated through her head, before fading completely.

"Asshole." She cursed her, before focusing on her breasts. They were perky, despite the fact that her bra had snapped off ages ago, but were definitely natural as she gave them a poke, her finger sinking into the firm yet yielding flesh. A small jump had them jiggling madly. Despite the fact that she had not consciously wanted them this big, she couldn't deny that they looked and felt amazing. She smiled a bitter smile.

"That fucking Goddess." She muttered under her breath as she went down the stairs to see Rebecca was awake.

"Mistress? Wha-what happened? I remember my tits growing massive, then... nothing." Emily explained everything to her, Rebecca's eyes widening in surprise, "Wow, you stood up to a Goddess? You've got balls, Mistress." Rebecca joked, both girls laughing.

"I can make your tits bigger if you want, Rebecca." Immediately, the small chested Brit jumped at the idea, "How big do you want them?" Emily asked.

"I don't know. Just make them grow until I say stop, okay?" Emily nodded and began making them grow. The growth was slow, even though Emily tried to speed it up, knowing Rebecca would want breasts much bigger than D cups or even G cups. Emily watched Rebecca's face, her eyes alight with lust and happiness. Her breasts reached GG cups.

"Do you want to stop now?" Emily asked, as they became H cups.

"Hell no! I mean, you can if you want to, Mistress, but I want them bigger than yours. Hell, I wouldn't mind if they were bigger than my body." She joked, her hands running over her naked tits, stroking the soft flesh and the hard, bullet like nipple that capped them. Emily continued to let them grow, they were now K cups, but when Emily looked at her, Rebecca shook her head. Only when Rebecca had attained what looked to be monstrous O cups. They were indeed as large as her head.

"How do you feel?" Emily asked.

"I feel fantastic. I mean, look at me! They're so perky, it's like they're fake, but... they're not!" Rebecca was clearly giddy with her new breasts, though Emily didn't know how she would feel when her back started giving her problems, though then again, Emily herself didn't seem to have any issues with her new size. As Rebecca was exploring her new tit flesh, Emily left to do one last selfish thing for herself. She went back into the bathroom to find Alice was looking around as though in a daze.

"Mistress, what happened?" Like with Rebecca, Emily explained everything.

"Alice, I want you to have bigger tits as well." Emily couldn't believe what she was saying or even thinking. She had never been one to push her own wants on others, and yet she was all but ordering Alice to have a larger bust. The German looked down at her D cups.

"Sure!" She said enthusiastically, surprising Emily slightly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I mean I'm not too bothered either way, Mistress, but if you think I'd look better with bigger tits, then I'm all for it! Just so long as you keep fucking my ass." She grinned, the memory of the store causing her to shudder in want.

"Oh, okay then. Do you have a size you'd like at all or..."

"Whatever you want is fine, Mistress." Alice said, without hesitation. Emily couldn't help but think the girl was almost completely submissive, like she was willing to do anything for Emily. The thought of Alice being immobilised by her breasts flashed through Emily's mind, but she shook it loose. She would just make Alice as big as she was, maybe a little more.

A few minutes later, Alice had unnaturally perky K cups. They sagged just enough to come off as natural, but at a glance one would think they were fake. The German began to explore them.




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"Wow, I guess I really wanted bigger tits after all. They feel so good, Mistress, thank you." As Emily was leaving the bathroom she felt something wet run down her breasts, looking down she confirmed that she was lactating. She groaned, but decided it was a side effect they would have to live with, since she had no intention of trying to break a deal with Sors Nepellus again. A shocked cry from Rebecca and, shortly afterwards, Alice sighing, confirmed that the others had begun lactating. When everyone was in the living, Emily explained that Nepellus was responsible.

Fortunately it seemed Rebecca had a lactation fetish she herself was unaware of. After hearing what Emily said, she raised a nipple to her mouth and took a long draw on it, her mouth filling with her milk, before swallowing it all down.

"Oh, man that's good. It may be even better than your cum, Mistress." Rebecca said, before noticing that Emily's cock was growing, and far more than normal.

"Mistress!" Alice cried out in shock. Emily looked down, her now massive breasts obscuring her view, and saw all eleven inches of her cock, which should have been impossible, she thought, since her breasts hid several inches from sight. And it only grew more as well.

"Alice, get a tape measure." The German girl was off immediately, her massive breasts bouncing as she practically ran to complete her Mistress's order. Just as she got back it seemed, Emily's cock had stopped growing. She measured the new length, eyes practically popping from their sockets at seeing that it was eighteen inches long and eleven inches around.

"That bitch." Emily gasped, then moaned as Rebecca and Alice each took hold of it, "Hey!"

"Sorry, Mistress." Alice said, though she began to stroke it, her hand falling miserably short of connecting around its girth.

"We're just so fucking horny. Oh god, I need you in me right now." Rebecca moaned, leaning in and licking at the head, earning a burst of pre cum as well, much more than Emily had ever produced before hand. She made it even more prolific, Emily thought, but couldn't deny that the added length gave her a great deal more pleasure. After all; she could always just put a smaller card on later.

Rebecca had opened her mouth as wide as possible, but even then the head seemed far too big. Out of concern for her, Emily acted quickly, placing the equipment card that had let Rebecca stretch before, she also found one in Alice's deck and placed it on her mat, something Emily had forgotten about. Her worries that the two would get hurt alleviated, Emily sat on the couch and let them go to work. Rebecca, being the much more eager of the two, was quick to kneel and make use of her massive, new tits, wrapping them around Emily's turgid cock. Emily let out a moan as Rebecca began to lift her breasts up and down, effectively masturbating her Mistress's cock with them.

Not wanting to disappoint Emily, Alice joined in. Due to the massive length of Emily's cock, Rebecca could not reach the tip, kneeling as she was, so that left Alice to care for it. The masochistic German opened her mouth wide, far wider than she thought would be normal, and engulfed the tip. The feeling of a wet, warmth around her head caused Emily to let out a low moan and release a large burst or pre-cum. Alice's eyes widened in surprise at the amount and taste, but she composed herself and drank it down, feeling the delightful fluid fill her stomach. Rebecca began to speed up, using her constantly lactating breasts to lubricate Emily's dick.

Between the enhanced sensations due to her growth, and the dual attentions from Alice and Rebecca, Emily couldn't hold out. With a orgasmic cry, she thrust her hips up, sinking several inches into Alice's mouth and throat, her cock pulsating wildly and thickening as she let loose her cum. Rebecca could feel it, the cum shooting up the majestic pillar she worshipped, and she'd be damned if she let Alice take it the first burst. She went to stand, but her breasts weighed her down. Alice could practically sense the cum as it reached the tip.

In an instant she was nearly drowned. Her mind flashed to the battle and how much cum Emily had produced, but that was only after being affected by both a highly prolific card, and the Submission Control Whip. She's shooting almost as much as that, Alice thought, slightly panicked, but refused to do anything that might displease her Mistress. She forced as much cock into her mouth as she could, even as a seemingly endless ocean of cum spewed from it. Eventually she got more than half its length inside her throat, letting the cum shoot directly down her oesophagus and into her rapidly expanding stomach. Her hands held it, even as she inflated to the point of carrying triplets within her.

Unwilling to let Alice have it all, Rebecca stood beside her. She roughly pulled the cock from Alice's mouth, the cum fountaining forth and coating the pair in jelly thick ejaculate, before Rebecca, with a cry of horror, forced the cock into her mouth. She reprimanded herself for letting so much as drop go to waste, even as her mouth overflowed with Emily's cream, thick streams of it pouring out the sides of her mouth and down her neck, running over her enormous bust, before joining with her milk. The Brit still did her best to try and drink it, but it was a futile effort; Emily just kept on cumming. It had been nearly thirty seconds, and she showed no signs of finishing.

"You've got to take it directly." Alice gasped beside her. Rebecca nodded and began forcing the still cumming dick into her throat, a struggle even with the equipment at play. She reached up, and could feel Emily's cock through her neck, her eyes opened wide in surprise, before her lust brought her to a stunning realisation. Smiling as much as she could with her mouth spread wide open, Rebecca began to stroke her Mistress's cock through the flesh of her neck, the influx of cum increasing under the added pleasure. She slowly sunk back to her knees, as she neared the final third of cock.

Alice could still taste Emily's cum on her tongue. There was nothing to compare it to, it was simply perfect. She needed more. Her eyes zeroed in on Rebecca's face, seeing the cum that coated half of it. Acting on instinct, Alice leaned in and began to lick up the cum, moaning as her massive stomach was forced to hold even more insanely thick semen. Rebecca seemed blind to the everything but the cock in her throat, not reacting even as Alice's tongue began to lick at her cum coated breasts. It was then that Alice saw Rebecca's stomach.

It was massive, far more so than her own. Alice didn't stop licking at the cum, but her eyes never left the gigantic orb that was Rebecca's stomach. She looked to be holding several toddlers, and was expanding all the time. Despite how solid the flesh looked, it was insanely soft, as it squished against the couch Emily sat on, her cries silent as her voice wore out from the ongoing climax. Despite how squishy her belly was, she was gradually being pulled away from Emily, her cock being forced from her throat. Eventually, Rebecca was cleaned of cum, but at the exact moment Alice licked up the last drop, Emily's cock popped free.

It was like a fire hose, though not as powerful. Within no time at all, both Alice and the only just cleaned Rebecca, were doused in layer upon layer of cum, even Rebecca's great stomach being coated in moments. It seemed that was the end of Emily's orgasm, as she began to simply spew a more normal amount. Eventually, her cock went soft and her climax ended. After a second of near unconsciousness, Emily seemed to recover. She looked around confused, before realising what had happened.

"That fucking bitch, just what the fuck did she do to me?!" Emily tried to shout, but her voice was hoarse from her orgasm and she could barely manage to say the words. She saw Rebecca and Alice, both with mountainous stomachs, though Alice's seemed at least somewhat realistic, Rebecca put Octomom to shame and then some. The two were clearly out of it, knocked into something of a cum coma. Emily smiled lazily, unable to deny that the sight was pretty hot, even though she had never been interested in this kind of stuff. With the view before engrained into her mind, Emily fell asleep on the couch, her cock hanging free.

Meanwhile Sors Nepellus was staring in shock. Of course, she had meant to increase Emily's cock size and cum production, but this was far beyond what she had planned.

"Is she adapting to the magic I exposed her to?" The Goddess asked herself aloud. It was certainly possible, but then only one of person had... no, she thought, deciding that she would push aside those thoughts and simply enjoy the intriguing girl that was; Emily Ralia. I guess I made the right choice in favouring you, the Goddess thought and went to find Puer, after all a goddess still needs to let off some steam once in a while.

As Emily slept she was greeted by a familiar sight. It was the field she had seen so many times when speaking to Sors Nepellus and when she battled, the only difference was that she was herself was not playing. She saw two... people? Emily couldn't tell what exactly they were; they were humanoid, but their features were completely animalistic. The realisation dawned almost immediately, and she realised they had chosen to become their creatures, though she couldn't recognised who they were. As she observed the battle, she heard the name Alex and Bell.

Emily remembered the two girls she had met when the tournament had begun. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realised that the two sisters had to battle each other, and judging how her battles had gone, Emily knew they would most likely fuck each other.

"You're into some sick shit, Sors." She muttered, but got no reply. The battle went by quickly, though Bell seemed to have a distinct advantage over her sister, despite Alex seeming to have been the more developed of the two. Emily watched as Bell played what seemed to be her trump card, making sure to take note of it in case she played against it. The match ended soon after, with Bell as the victor, something she seemed way too jubilant about, the smile on her face telling Emily she had plans for her sister. With the battle over, Emily awoke.

To her surprise, she was still flaccid. Given what she had just witnessed, she had expected to wake with a raging erection, that wasn't to say she wasn't relieved. As she looked around, she realised that the cum had been cleaned up, with Alice and Rebecca nowhere to be seen. The sound of the door being closed and footsteps approaching, brought Emily's attention to the direction of the door, where she saw Alice and Rebecca, both of their stomachs had shrunk back to normal, walking towards her, each of them carrying a pizza.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mistress." Rebecca greeted her, sitting down beside Emily and offering a slice. The three of them ate and chatted happily, with Emily giving them a detailed description of the battle she had witnessed. Alice's eyes widened in surprise at hearing that the two sisters had to play against each other, but she couldn't deny the thrill the thought gave her, while Rebecca didn't hide it, openly stating that it was kind of hot. When the three had eaten their fill, they sat back and turned on the TV.

"May I ask you something, Mistress?" Alice asked, as they watched the Incredible Hulk knock Thor aside in a comical scene.

"Ask away."

"Why did your cock grow? And how can you make so much cum now?" She asked. Emily sighed, and remembered that she needed to use a card with a smaller dick than her current one.

"When I played that card Rebecca wanted to use, Sors Nepellus messed with it. So, I had to make a deal with her, otherwise this boob obsessed twit," She said, affectionately groping Rebecca's massive tits, "Would've been more boob than girl. Basically she gave me the power to alter the sizes of our breasts, but in return she got to fuck around with my dick." Emily explained, clearly unhappy with the events.

"I wish I could thank her." Alice said, Rebecca moaning in agreement as Emily continued to grope her.

"What? Why?" Emily asked, dumbfounded.

"I don't know about you, but for me it was fantastic deep-throating your cock, Mistress. I would almost say it was better than the store." Alice said, her hands going to her stomach from the memory of how it had inflated just a few hours ago.

"Same here." Rebecca moaned, "I can't wait for you to fuck me, Mistress." Emily's mind flashed to the recent orgasm, and how long it had gone on for and how amazing it felt the entire time. The memory soon had her cock engorging again. She picked up the remote and turned off the television, the others picked up quickly when she began walking to the stairs. With an excited giggle, Alice and Rebecca followed their Mistress up the stairs.

In the bedroom, Emily wasted no time. She pulled Alice in pressed her lips to her's, both of their hands exploring the other's body, paying particular attention to each other's bosoms. Soon enough both were moaning loudly, while Emily's cock rose to full attention. Alice spread her legs slightly, letting the pillar grow between her thighs, where it met Rebecca's open mouth. The Brit took the head into her wet maw once again, almost cumming on the spot when she tasted Emily's pre-cum. Relaxing her throat, she pressed further, feeling her neck bulge once more.

The stimulation was almost overpowering. Alice's hands had chosen to stay on Emily's nipples, pulling lightly on the engorged tips with milk spurting out onto her own chest, while Rebecca began thrusting her head back and forth, building up her tempo as she worked several inches of thick cock into her throat. Emily was soon on the edge, but, remembering what had happened earlier, pulled away from the two, earning a whine of near anguish from Rebecca. She was a mess, having salivated wildly in an attempt to ease the cock into her mouth, and now her chin dripping with her spit and Emily's pre-cum, the drops landing on her mountainous rack. Emily couldn't deny the sight was pretty hot.

Despite their need for more, the two looked at their Mistress obediently, waiting for her to take the lead. Emily was at loss as to what she should do, or rather, who she should do. Her lust built further, as her slaves got antsy, Rebecca walking up to Alice and making out with the taller German, their hands quickly going to the other's pussy. Unable to wait any longer, Emily grabbed Rebecca and pulled her to the bed. The Brit immediately spread her thighs and reached down, also spreading her pussy lips.

Emily aimed her cock carefully and, with a grunt of lust, thrust forward powerfully. To her annoyance, when she was just over half way inside, she hit Rebecca's cervix. She looked down, panting lustfully at the sight of the bulge her cock made, clearly showing where she was. Emily pulled back, panting from having her cock enclosed by Rebecca's clenching walls, before thrusting back inside, earning a cry of pleasure from the Brit, who had a small orgasm right there. Emily repeated the process again and again, until she finally smashed into Rebecca's womb. When their hips met, both simply looked into the other's eyes as they both struggled not to cum right then and there.

Alice, not wanting to be left out, got onto the bed and poised herself above Rebecca's panting face. When Emily hilted inside, she acted, lowering her drooling cunt onto her fellow slave's face. Rebecca was quick to act, opening wide and licking at offered pussy, her nose pressing into Alice's engorged clit, which was larger than most girls'. With everyone being pleasured one way or another, Emily began to properly break in her new cock. She started out slow, wanting to enjoy the sensations, but after only a few thrusts, she could no longer hold back. With an cry of wanton need, Emily began to speed up her thrusts.

With her massive foot and a half of cock, she could build even more power behind her thrusts. Rebecca felt it each time she sunk to the hilt, her pussy clenching so tightly that she was pulled back and forth by Emily's thrusts. Alice's own pleasure increased, as Rebecca's face rubbed against her needy cunt, those lips never missing a chance to wrap around her engorged button, setting off small bursts of ecstasy throughout Alice's body. As all of their moans filled the room, Emily couldn't hold back any longer. She sunk once more into the hilt and let out ecstatic cry, signalling her orgasm.

Alice, knowing what was likely to happen, moved away from Rebecca's face. The Brit gave her clit one last lick, bringing her to edge, so that, when she set herself down on Rebecca's stomach, a quick flick of her wrist was all it took, joining Emily in her orgasm. Rebecca, seeing the two cumming, and feeling Emily's cock throb wildly inside her, also joined them, her cry rising above theirs as Emily's first spurt of cum hit her womb. Alice could feel it too and she looked down through the haze of her orgasm.

Emily also made sure to watch. A rational side of her saying she needed to see how much cum she produced, while another side of her screamed with joy at the prospect of seeing Rebecca once more inflate to the size of an elephant. She ignored the warring sides, and simply watched. The first spurt was not enough to inflate her too badly, a small paunch forming from the amount. On the second the amount she shot increased dramatically, suddenly making her seem six months pregnant. Emily tried to count how many times she shot inside, but the lust made her lose count at twelve. Alice had fallen off Rebecca from the sudden increase in size.

The three all watched, Rebecca cumming again each time Emily shot into her, while the dickgirl was lost in an endless ocean of bliss. Alice was leisurely rubbing her pussy, sinking first three fingers, then four, then her entire fist inside, as she too enjoyed the sight. By then, Rebecca looked to be housing six full term babies inside, and Emily showed absolutely no signs of coming down. The first sign that her orgasm was fading, was the time between each spurt, as seconds would pass before Rebecca inflated yet again. By that time however, she may as well have been carrying a full grown horse.

Despite the sign that the orgasm was beginning to end, Emily continued. It seemed like she was producing even more than before, as Rebecca grew bigger than the queen sized bed she laid on, which thankfully was able to support her massive weight. Finally, with a final, gigantic spurt, Emily's orgasm finally came to an end. When she had come down from cloud nine, she found her cock was still hard as iron inside Rebecca, whom she quickly realised was more stomach than person. Emily's demon-futa creature could have fit comfortably inside Rebecca at that point.

She pulled out, the combination of her thick cock and Rebecca's unwillingness to lose any semen, having kept nearly every drop inside. Now, without the plug, it all come flooding out. There was brief delay, enough that Emily stepped aside, evading the massive deluge of her semen, mixed with Rebecca's own meagre cum. Her cock was still hard as stone, and Alice had yet to be fucked as well. That thought dominated Emily's mind and she dragged Alice from the quickly flooding room. The two went to one of the equally sized guest rooms.

As soon as they were inside, Alice sunk to all fours. Emily lined her monstrous prick with her pussy, but Alice stopped her, reaching back and lifting it slightly higher.

"Are you sure?" Emily managed to gasp out.

"Fuck yeah." Alice moaned and let out a shrill cry of joy as that massive tip spread her rosebud wider than before. Thanks to the stretchy card, and Emily's residual cum it slid in fairly easily, however that didn't remove much of the pain. To Alice it was the most amazing experience she had ever gone through, her eyes having been opened at the shop, and now she was basking in the joy of having her anus spread wide, while her intestines were invaded by her Mistress's god-like cock. The pain was intense, but to her it was pleasure incarnate.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 05



Emily could barely keep herself from cumming. Despite having fucked Alice's ass that same day, it was still tight as a nun's pussy, her anal muscles clamping down on Emily's invading dick. She could hear the pain in Alice's moans, but whenever she tried to pull back before hilting, the German masochist would beg her not to. The memory of before came to Emily's mind, reminding her that Alice was a latent masochist. Knowing the pain was the same as pleasure to her, Emily took hold of the German's wide hips, pulling them to her and sinking all eighteen inches of her throbbing cock inside. The two could no longer form words anymore.

Having cum very recently, Emily was still sensitive. The second her hips met Alice's bountiful ass, she let loose the sperm of ecstasy. The German felt it immediately and came from both the rapid pulsations of Emily's dick, and the anticipation of all that cum flooding her insides. The first spurt came, filling Alice with warmth, but she knew the best was yet to come. The first was barely enough to trickle into her stomach, but on the second and third, she could already taste it. Unwilling to waste any of her Mistress's cum, Alice turned around, with Emily's cock still firmly inside her and looked her in the eye. Emily understood what she wanted.

She picked the German girl up, cock still pumping out massive amounts of cum, and carried her to the bathroom. Despite her hopes, they weren't fast enough before Alice began to vomit cum, though just after Emily set the girl in the bath tub. The amount of cum that poured into her ass filled her immensely, and, even though she was vomiting large quantities of it, the amount still inflated her stomach. Alice refused to spill any cum from her ass, as such she clenched muscles tightly, cutting off that escape root.

Soon enough the tub began to fill with cum. Alice reached out and plugged the drain, wishing to see how much cum her Mistress made. Minutes passed by and Emily's second orgasm ended. Alice had inflated massively, even with cum practically spraying from her lips. Emily pulled out and Alice, acting on an instinctive thought, sat down in the tub, the cum splashing around her massive breasts. With gravity at work, she stopped regurgitating Emily's seed, instead it leaked from her slightly gaping asshole.

Looking down, Emily was glad to see her erection had been satisfied. She knew neither Alice, nor Rebecca could handle another round, since both were practically comatose. Speaking of Rebecca, Emily though, leaving Alice to bathe in cum in order to check on the Brit. In the master bedroom, she was relieved to see that most of her cum had poured out, leaving Rebecca with a stomach that made her look pregnant with twins, rather than twin horses.

"Hey there." Rebecca greeted, or rather moaned.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" Emily asked, sitting down besides the deflated slave.

"Fucking amazing." She said and smiled at her Mistress, "If anything, you could've given me more honestly." As though in reaction, Emily felt her cock begin to rise. She didn't fight it, since she was certain Rebecca would adore another session of being fucked and inflated.

"Good, 'cos you're gonna get more." Emily moaned, standing and once more placing her dick against Rebecca's cum leaking cunt. This is gonna be a hell of night, both Emily and Rebecca thought when Emily started cumming again.

(Meanwhile) "Oh god, that was great." Bell mewled and stretched. Alex rolled to the side, her muzzle coated in Bell's vaginal juices after being made to pleasure her sister several times over. She wasn't complaining though; her very existence revolved around Bell and her pleasure now. The smaller, now dominant twin sat up. She should feel tired after such an experience, but clearly her new form a far greater stamina than her former self did. As she got up, she turned the camera off.

"When you're able, get to editing and uploading those videos." Bell ordered and went to get something to eat.

"Yes, my Mistress." Alex moaned. The past few days had been amazing, Bell thought as she poured herself a large glass of milk, her tentacles acting separately to make a tuna sandwich. Not only did she became a catgirl, but she convinced Alex, who had always been the more level-headed of the two, to become the dog equivalent, and now Bell was a demonic mistress with tentacles for hair, four wings that folded against her back neatly, a pair of furry cat ears, and a fuzzy tail that swayed to and fro lazily. Yes, she thought, life is good.

Back in the bedroom, she saw Alex with one hand on the laptop, clicking and typing away, while the other was between her thighs. Bell sighed and walked over to her subservient sister, a tentacle reaching out and pulling the hand away.

"No masturbating when we're not filming." Bell said and Alex whimpered, clearly wishing to continue, but her body refused to disobey the dominant catgirl. Sighing once again, Bell acquiesced and quickly set up the camera as Alex picked up where she left off. While Bell was far from pleased having to stop her slave from getting off, they needed to save up their energy to make content, otherwise living would get difficult. Alex both set up their site and videos, even as she fingered herself while watching them.

After a while Bell felt her lust building. On some instinctive level, she knew it was because of her current form, that she would no longer be able to go much more than an hour without cumming. She pulled Alex away from the laptop, just as the videos began uploading, and sat on the wolf-girl's muzzle forcing it against her dripping cunt. Alex had gained a whole new understanding since losing to Bell; instinctively she knew where to lick, when to press her nose against Bell's clit, or when to pull away and simply run her paws against those engorged vaginal lips. Of course, Bell was far from stingy with the pleasure.

Her new hair seemed to have a mind of its own, though it was linked to Bell's desires. As such the numerous tentacles reached down to pleasure the submissive girl, growing longer when needed. Two wrapped around Alex's large bust, their tips rubbing against her nipples, while leaking a semi-translucent fluid. Others went to her crotch, where they wasted no time and penetrated her. Each tendril was barely an inch around, but with six all entering at once, their lack of girth made little difference. Alex's moans only served to heighten Bell's own pleasure, the vibrations running through her pussy from the wolf-girl's muzzle.

Not satisfied with taking one hole, the remaining tentacles quickly found their new target. Alex let out a shocked moan as tendril after tendril penetrated her virgin anus, leading the wolf-girl to realise she too was an anal slut, just like her sister. Bell could feel everything her tentacles did, it was like they were extremely long clits, the pleasure that spiked through her body attesting to the comparison. Before long she could feel something build within, and not just from her crotch, it felt like something was building within her tentacles. A thick, almost hot fluid began rushing through the lengths, making Bell realise that each of her tentacles were actually dicks. The thought turned her on even further, bringing her to a female orgasm as well.

She pressed Alex's muzzle into her pussy, the wolf-girl moans increasing. Bell let out a cross between a meow and human cry as her orgasm hit home, her new cum spraying from her tentacles, the ones at Alex's breasts spraying down her fur, while the others filled her anus and womb. The amount was incredible, easily several dozen times the amount a human man would make in a week. With so much being forced inside, Alex's stomach began to inflate. Bell couldn't see, but soon enough she could feel the taut skin touching her feet, even as cum sprayed out from around the tentacles, creating a quickly growing puddle of yogurt thick cum. Alex's own orgasm hit her as her flesh expanded, howling into her Mistress's cunt.

When all was said and done the two were laying side by side, each panting while Alex drained. Bell, struck by sudden curiosity, crawled between her slave's legs and began to lap up the thick stream. The flavour set her arousal off again, causing her to make use of the tentacles while she continued with her meal. All in all she had sixteen locks of tentacle hair, she gave Alex six, while she took the remaining ten. As before Alex's pussy and ass were filled with a pair of thin tentacles each, while the last pair entered her muzzle, leaking their pre-cum over her large tongue. Bell meanwhile had her mouth occupied with her meal.

The ten she had kept for herself split into fives, and immediately speared her cunt and ass. The sudden pain brought a shocked cry from the dominant catgirl, as she herself tore through her own hymen, something she had forgotten about. The pain was soon gone as her hair squirmed about, soon finding her g-spot, while the ones in her ass simply pressed on further. During the time she had browsed the furry porn, an image of a catgirl like herself had come up, though there was no one else in the picture except for a cluster of tentacles. Bell had noticed how they seemed to be going all the way through the girls body.

The image came to her mind as her own tentacles slithered through her intestines. The ones in her pussy had entered her womb, going through her cervix without her noticing, where they began coiling up into a large ball, the tendrils extending to grant her even more pleasure. As the ones in her rear entered her stomach, something she felt clearly and very came from, the tendrils in her womb had made her seem massively pregnant with a tentacle baby, the individual forms each obvious through her swollen flesh. Bell didn't know how she could take this sort of treatment, but she didn't care.

She could them climbing up her oesophagus now. Not much further and she would taste them. Alex, despite the overwhelming pleasure she too was experiencing, as the tentacles fucked her viciously, couldn't take her eyes from Bell. Her sister, no, her Mistress was fucking herself in a way Alex had never thought possible. Unable to help herself, the wolf-girl reached out and began stroking the squirming belly of her Mistress, feeling the tentacles within as they writhed beneath the skin. Bell felt it also, her pleasure rising to the point where she was certain she wouldn't last much longer. With a final push, she felt the unfortunately familiar sensations of gagging, as all five tentacles emerged from her mouth.

The sight was too much. Bell let out a gurgled cry as she came. She extracted all the tentacles from Alex, who also achieved orgasm from the sudden retreat, and forced them into her ass and pussy, while the ones that poured from her mouth joined them. Bell couldn't explain why she felt a sudden infatuation with being overstuffed, or why she wanted to have all her tentacles cum inside her, but the desire was too great to resist. Alex's orgasm had forced the remaining cum inside her womb to come squirting out, effectively baptising her sister in her own ejaculate.

If the world exploded, Bell was certain she wouldn't care. The sensation of having six constantly writing tentacles in her womb, and ten others rapidly stretching her anus was unlike anything she could ever hope to feel, and it only got better as the first volley cum shot inside. The shapes of the tentacles in her womb disappeared as she was rounded out neatly by her cum alone, while it filled her stomach to bursting, before rising up into her throat. Bell knew she couldn't breathe, stuffed as she was, but that was of no concern to her. She placed a hand on her already gigantic abdomen, feeling it pressing into the bed beneath her.

Alex pulled away and, with a grunt of effort, turned Bell onto her back. She looked to be carrying quintuplets to term and her orgasm was only just beginning to wane, her face a mask of cum and pure bliss. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and it was clear she had passed out, but still her body continued with the orgasm. As her cum stopped shooting her tentacles retracted, the act causing her unconscious to have a miniature orgasm. With her Mistress passed out, Alex took the opportunity to shower and grab something to eat.

(Back in America) Emily pulled out and quickly retreated. She was horrified by how absolutely arousing Rebecca being inflated was. She had fucked her again with the intention of it being the last time before bed, but when she saw Rebecca inflating once again, with a slight increase from what was already there, Emily found she couldn't stop. When her orgasm finished, she simply picked up again, even after Rebecca had passed out from the constant orgasms forced upon her, Emily continued. Now, fully satisfied, Emily was standing in the doorway.

Rebecca was twice as big as the bed now, thanks to Emily's cock being an effective plug. The dickgirl watched with morbid lust as her cum poured forth, though Rebecca's pussy was only so large, meaning that the amount that she lost was a comparable pittance to the amount still inside her. Alice had recovered just as Emily finished, and was also watching by her Mistress's side as the master bedroom was flooded. Not wanting to clean up the whole mansion, Emily struggled to come up with a way to keep the sperm in the room. To her surprise the door was the type that came in two halves, and was in fact watertight.

Relieved, she shut the bottom half, just as her jizz reached the doorway. Knowing it would be a long time before she had deflated enough for her and Alice to use the bed, Emily instead went to the guest room, Alice following close behind. With a yawn, Emily got under the covers, not bothering to clean off the cum still remained on her dick, or the large amount that had splattered the rest of her. Alice soon joined her, the German girl hugged her Mistress close, while her hands rested on the god-like phallus.

When morning came, Emily stretched happily. That is, until she felt the unfamiliar weight on her chest. Opening her eyes she saw the twin mountains that were her breasts, and the massive cock that greeted her between them. Before she could panic, the memories of yesterday's events came flooding back.

"God," She groaned, "This is gonna get old, real fast." She said aloud.

"Hmm? Oh, morning, Mistress." Alice said, sitting up and yawning. Like Emily she was surprised by the new size of her bust, but soon remembered what had happened. She looked at her Mistress and saw the magnificent morning wood she sported. Without a word, Alice straddled Emily, lifting the cock so that it stood between her breasts. Pre-cum was already pouring from tip, coated her breasts and letting her Mistress fuck her tits effectively. As Emily neared her release, Alice quickly moved and placed her pussy atop it, before letting herself sink down.

Having her cock hilt inside someone so early, Emily couldn't hold back. She came just as Alice's crotch met her's. In moments, the German girl was massively inflated once again. As Emily's climax began to wind down, she moved Alice to the side, thankful that she was much stronger than most due to the card she had used, otherwise the mountain that was Alice would have crushed her. Emily planted a quick kiss on Alice's lips and left the room, leaving the German to deflate.

As she walked past, Emily looked into the master bedroom. She sighed with relief, seeing Rebecca sleeping soundly, her stomach back to normal, though the room was now a literal pool of cum. As Emily walked down the stairs, she noticed that the scent of cum permeated the entire house, no doubt because she had left half the door open. Knowing that there wasn't to be done about it, Emily went about fixing herself breakfast. It was a fairly simple omelette, but she used one abnormal ingredient; her own milk. Guess it can come in handy, she thought as she dug in.

Sitting in the living she sighed and leaned back. That was better than she thought it would be, no doubt due to her oddly delightful breast milk. Knowing Rebecca would be asleep for a while longer, and Alice would still need a little longer to deflate, Emily went for a shower. In the main bathroom, she was surprised to find that the cum she had released into Alice was still there. She put her hand in it and found it to be pretty cold, thought hat could be remedied. Emily was unsure as to why she liked the idea of bathing in her own cum so much, but nonetheless, she drained some of it, and filled it with hot water. Sinking in, she was surprised how relaxing it felt.

The cum was pretty diluted now, though still as thick as yogurt. Emily treated it like any other bath, she shampooed her hair, conditioned it, even found a razor and shaved some of her body hair, the only difference being that she did it all while submerged in her own cum, now mixed with water and some of her leaking milk. When she was done, Emily dried herself off and drained the bath, thinking she would have to do it again. To her surprise, she hadn't gotten hard despite having milked herself, and feeling pretty excited from her literal cum bath. Shrugging, Emily went to check on her girls.

Alice was nearly mobile again, looking to only carry quadruplets, while Rebecca was still sleeping like the dead. Emily simply got dressed and went back downstairs to watch tv. As she was about to turn it on, she felt her consciousness fading, something that was all too familiar to her by then. When she woke, she was in the field again.

"Only one day off, really?" She groaned in annoyance. As she stood, Emily recognised her opponent; Bell. When she had met her before, the Finnish girl had seemed shy and clearly uncertain, but now, the transformed catgirl was overflowing with confidence and even grinned at seeing who she was battling.

"Hey there! Long time no see, uh, Emily, right?" She called out, even waving. Emily returned the gesture, but her expression was serious. She knew Bell was good, and that her deck was powerful, especially the card she currently embodied. Not wasting time, Emily approached the table and took hold of her deck. Not one for small talk, Bell thought and did likewise. When both were done, they heard the voice of Puer, telling them to begin.

"I'll go first." Emily said and drew. She didn't have a very good hand, though she had her most powerful creature at the ready, but there was nothing she could do at the time, except play her most standard creature. As she played the card, she closed eyes, opening them to the familiar sight of the ground being far lower than before, "You're turn."

Bell was mildly surprised by the massive change. She had seen it before during her dreams, but with it right in front of her, it seemed much more real. Nonetheless, she still drew. She also spied the creature she had used on her very first turn. She was disappointed that she had to transform, but if all went well she would be back to normal soon. She summoned the creature, and continued with her turn.

"I attack." Emily did nothing in response, she took the damage and took her turn. She drew and simply attacked. Yes she would take damage, due to Bell's effect, but Bell had to discard and take a damage to use it as well, so it evened out. With that she turned it over to Bell, who looked at her with obvious worry, knowing that Emily was already very good with her deck. The catgirl drew and decided to use a new creature.

"I summon, Neko Deus 'Fallen Form'." The change returned her to a complete human state, before she once again sprouted fur and became a complete catgirl, though with four tails rather than one. It had twelve thousand attack and an ability, but it was useless at that time, since the skill had its own skull count of four. Bell attacked, but Emily was prepared.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 05



"I activate the effect of my equipment card from my hand: by removing all other copies of it from the game I can discard this card and equip one card of my choosing from anywhere in the game. I choose my Incubus Armour." The spiked armour spread across her body once more and she ran to greet the attacking catgirl, whose eyes widened in shock, as Emily picked her up and began to tease her pussy. Bell suddenly remembered the style of play Emily used.

There was little she could do however. It seemed that attack power didn't hold any sway in the situation, as she activated her skill and even began clawing at Emily's massive hands, but all to avail. Against her will, she could feel her body responding to the finger that lightly prodded her opening, her mind was clouding with lust, her eyes fell on Emily's breasts, which were actually leaking a white fluid; milk. Unable to help herself, Bell leaned down, pressing her head to a breast, the nipple poking into her cheek, before she turned slightly and opened her lips. She took in the massive teat and began suckling like a small child.

Emily responded in kind. The hand that gripped Bell shifted slightly, letting the fingers run over the catgirl's small breasts, teasing the nipples into hard peaks. By this point, the combined ministrations to her erogenous zones, and the absolutely fantastic milk pouring down her throat, had Bell sopping wet and all to eager to cum. Emily removed the teasing digit and shifted the suckling catgirl, so that her dripping cunt was hovering just over the towering cock. Bell was about to complain about Emily stopping, but her complaint was silenced before she could even speak.

Emily pulled her down. Her cock was easily as big as the catgirl's entire body, but Emily had seen the effects of this realm, how no matter what those involved were never physically hurt. Of course, that didn't mean it was easy, as she applied more and more force, feeling Bell's pussy beginning to spread around the tip, which was nearly as wide as her body was. Eventually, the tip entered, quickly followed by the entire head. Bell could hardly believe this.

She knew her sexual preferences. She didn't like dick, she liked pussy, even then she only cared for furries, and yet... this dickgirl was brining her closer and closer to orgasm, and just from the first section of her cock. As more of it sank in, her womb being invaded like it was nothing, the catgirl could hardly deny the pleasure she was experiencing. Unable to fight back, Bell simply resigned herself to her fate and began to suckle greedily once more, openly moaning now, the vibrations causing Emily to lactate further. A quarter of the shaft was inside now.

Knowing that taking Bell from her nipple would make it harder to make her cum, Emily stopped just as her cock was about to get in the way. As it was, the flesh of Bell's stomach was pressing against her breasts from the massive phallus invading her depths. Emily began to pull her off, the friction and massive size sending Bell into the first of many orgasms. Emily repeated this again and again, before she upped her game. With her cock supporting the catgirl, Emily moved her hands to her tight rear, where she spread those small cheeks apart, revealing the slightly loose rosebud. Bell knew what was coming and could only moan from the anticipation.

Emily coated one of her fingers in the liberal amounts of juices Bell was producing, before she gently began to slide the massive digit inside. Emily was surprised to find that Bell was fairly loose back there, however she continued on even as the catgirl's anal muscles clamped around her, no doubt due to the constantly repeating orgasms she was experiencing. In the corner of her eye, Emily saw the counter, telling her how much damage she had dealt. To her surprise it was already at four, and she was nowhere near finished cumming yet. She suspected Bell had seen her previous battles, but had forgotten about the effect of her Incubus Armour.

Bell, despite experiencing orgasms on par with those from just a short while ago, was far from insensate. She was watching the damage counter carefully, knowing that once she reached one she would have to stop this. It was undoubtedly risky, but she was confident she could do it. As Emily began to force an additional finger inside her rectum, that confidence shook slightly, as another orgasm rocked her body to the core. Almost as though she knew her plan, Emily picked up the pace, even though she was far from climax.

The scheming catgirl could hardly keep up. Her body was betraying her; the amount of damage she would take was rising far quicker than she would have liked. In what seemed like no time, it had reached the point where she would be left with just three damage counters. Summoning as much will power as she, Bell pulled away from the still lactating breast and began rocking her hips, hoping to stimulate Emily further. The demon-futa was far from done however, even with the added participation on Bell's side, she was still going strong. As another orgasm rocked her core, Bell struggled to think of a way out of the situation.

Her saviour came in the form of her tails. She had almost forgotten about them, until Emily's hand ran against them, giving Bell an idea. Thankfully, the tails seemed similar to her tentacles, in that they operating on a separate consciousness, but still acted according to her will. She wrapped them around as much cock as she could, and began jerking them up and down. The added stimulus clearly having an effect on Emily, as she found it harder to concentrate on simply fucking Bell. That being said, Emily had an easy enough plan to remedy the situation.

Pulling Bell up until the head was beginning to exit her pussy, the catgirl looked down in surprise. Then Emily smirked evilly, and, with a grunt of effort, she brought the formidable catgirl down, sinking all four and a half feet of her cock inside her. Emily had suspected this might happen, due to her increased length when erect it also affected the creatures she used, merely adding to their already monstrous lengths. And now she was fucking a girl barely over five feet tall, with a cock that was four and a half of those feet. Their crotches met to a cry of joy from Emily who found she couldn't hold on any longer.

Bell couldn't believe what she was seeing. All of that demonic cock was inside her, rising a full three feet above her head even while encased as it was in her own flesh. She felt Emily thicken inside her, no doubt about to cum. Bell's plan had worked, but she had not accounted for one massive factor; Emily's cum. As the first shot fired, Bell realised she was going to lose at this rate. She had awoken an inflation fetish just short while ago, and Emily was no doubt about to take that fetish to its limits, and Bell would love every second of it. She needed to do something, anything.

As the first gush of Emily's cum inflated Bell's womb, the dickgirl laid back, knowing what was about to happen. As she held Bell against her thighs, her gigantic stomach already as large as Alice's had been that morning. Emily knew the girl would be cumming over and over, thus assuring her victory. Content as she was, Emily simply let her cum flow, though when she felt the stomach beginning to press into her face, she turned the rapidly inflated around, even as another burst of her cum shot inside. Bell was nearly unconscious by this point.

As Emily came down from her several minute long orgasm, she pulled out. Standing she observed the monster she had created; Bell could have held full grown elephants by this point, her unconscious body twitching wildly all the while, the aftershocks of her powerful orgasms rocking her repeatedly.

"Okay, you can send us back now." Emily called out, but got no reply. Confused, she spotted the damage counter in her peripheral vision; it was locked at seven, meaning Bell still had one damage left. How, Emily thought, dumbfounded, she had felt Bell cumming over and over again. Surely she would have reached eight by now.

"S-surprised?" Bell stuttered, trying to move but failing miserably with her massive stomach. A flash of light, caused Emily to shut her eyes, upon opening which she saw Bell was perfectly normal again, except for Emily's milk that clung to her facial fur.

"A bit, yeah."

"I activated one of my cards abilities when you started cumming. If I am about to take enough damage to be put down to one damage counter, I can remove the 'Ninth Life' equipment card from play, along with one card of my choosing, my current creature then gets the effects and power of the removed card. And I chose this: 'Neko Deus Immortal'." Emily recognised it and knew its power, "Not only that, but it gains another ability. By removing all but five cards in my deck from the game, my opponent's damage becomes equal to mine. Of course I now have to win in under five turns, or I'll lose by default." Emily stared in shock at the power these cards had, and also how much control Bell possessed.

With her turn done, Emily returned to her position, as did Bell. The catgirl drew but simply ended her turn. At Emily's confused expression, Bell explained:

"The effect I used comes at another price, that I cannot attack the turn after I used it. So it's your move." Emily grinned and was all too happy to take her turn. Bell no doubt had several tricks up her sleeve, but so did she.

"Do you remember the creature I played to beat Alice?" She asked. Bell did, though her memories were limited to the beauty and name of the creature; Angelus Urinam. The catgirl's eyes widened in shock as she realised Emily had it in her hand, "Come forth: Angelus Urinam!" Bell looked at the one card in her hand, but it could do nothing to help her in that situation.

"I know you have the power of my Incubus Armour, however by discarding my hand its effects are negated. Of course, the second ability means that you will also take two additional damage each time you orgasm this turn, but there's another ability I didn't use last time. If I discarded the following four cards: Angelus Sanguinis, Angelus Libidinis, Diabolus Irae and Diabolus Virtutis, I gain the following effect: If my opponent is at the same damage as me, I can deal one damage automatically for every card in my drop zone with Angelus or Diabolus in their name." Bell stumbled back in shock as her damage counter reduced to zero.

"Emily Ralia is the winner!" Puer declared, "I shall now transport you both back to your homes."

"Wait!" Bell shouted, she walked up to Emily.

"How did you beat me? We don't have our deck holders, and my deck's designed to consistently give me my trump card. So how?!"

"I don't know. Luck of the draw, I guess." Seeing the enraged look on Bell's face, she continued, "I really don't know. Don't worry though, Bell," She reached down and scratched the cat girl behind the ears, something Bell oddly allowed despite herself, "I'll fuck you a lot to make up for it." With that Emily disappeared and Bell returned to her own home.

"Mistress!" Alex called out in surprise, seeing her sister/Mistress appear from thin air. Bell glanced at her then down at the floor, "Did you... did you win?"

"No. Emily Ralia won. I-I'm her sex slave now." Bell said, sounding bitter, though in truth she was calm about it all. Something about Emily almost made it seem like being a servant to her sexual desires was far from a bad thing. Bell blushed, thinking that this seemed similar to how she felt for Alex.

"So, do I serve her now, Mistress?" Alex asked, confused.

"Yes and no." A sudden voice echoed through their minds. Bell whipped her head around quickly, trying to find who had spoken.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked aloud.

"I am Sors Nepellus. I'm contacting you to explain Alex's situation; she will serve both you and Emily. To be put in more hierarchy terms, Emily is the Queen, while Bell is the princess, alongside Rebecca and Alice, while Alex is her personal servant. You serve them all, but Emily's orders always come first. Understand?" Both Alex and Bell nodded, "Good, then I hope you enjoy your new living accommodations."

The moment the Goddess finished her sentence, the world around the twins turned black and suddenly they weren't in their apartment.

"Oh, shit! That scared the fuck out of me." Rebecca exclaimed seeing Alex and Bell suddenly appear directly in front of her.

"Where... where are we?"

"My place," Rebecca said, "Well techincally, it belongs to my Mistress since she more or less owns me."

"Don't put it like that, Rebecca." Emily moaned from the couch. She was no longer in the form of Angelus Urinam, but her cock was still there and massively erect, while Alice happily sucked on the tip. She pushed Alice away gently, and addressed the two newcomers, "Hey there. Sorry to say this so soon after you got here, but I need a favour." Bell glanced at Alex who shrugged.

"Sure... Mistress."

"Can you turn back to normal please? I'm not into the whole furry thing." Bell blanched at this, as did Alex. Emily noticed this and was quick to calm things down, "Okay, maybe not back to normal, but the cat and dog faces gotta go, so does the fur, please?" She said it both sternly and comfortingly at once. Bell thought about it, she could live with just the ears and tail she supposed. Alex seemed to agree.

"Fine... I guess it's okay."

"Awesome." Emily said and hugged the smaller sibling. Their decks were already on the table beside their mats, almost like a symbol of Emily's position. The futanari quickly located the ideal cards and placed them onto the creature slots. The twins changed immediately, letting out small moans of mild discomfort, before the change ended. Both were the same height and build they had been before, but now they each had a pair of animal ears atop their heads and tails swaying above their rears. Emily walked up to the two and brought them in close:

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you in a bit." Bell blushed and her pussy flooded with desire. She couldn't wait...



Voluptus Ludum Ch. 06



Yami groaned as she sat up. However, upon recalling her dream, she grinned widely. She, and eleven others, had been gathered by Sors Nepellus, a goddess of unimaginable power, all to participate in a tournament unlike any other. At least, that's what the goddess told them, Yami thought and stood, heading to her bookshelf, where her deck sat alongside her mat. Through her eyes she could see the aura of power radiating from them, each one now imbued with the strength of the Goddess, if only an insignificant fraction. Yami reached up and lifted her deck, her grin widening further in anticipation, only to shrink at the sight of her top card; an average looking, American woman. She had expected a highly sexualised appearance, given Sors Nepellus's direct involvement.

"That's easily changed though." She giggled aloud, unlike her, as she was usually calm and calculating, however the event had her in a good mood. As Yami began to speak once more, a flash of light stopped her. Once she could see again, Yami spied a letter on her game mat, the paper glowing faintly with the Goddess's power. She put her deck back and checked it, reading with a disdainful look on her face. Would you like to be separate from your creature? Yes or No? It asked, to which Yami sighed.

She circled the yes option, upon which the letter vanished. You've really gotten soft, Sors Nepellus, Yami thought before continuing with her original intention, once again lifting her deck. Almost as soon as she held it, Yami began to mutter words, unlike anything written, spoken or heard by the human race, as she did so, the streaks of colour in her hair began to glow, brighter and brighter until it outmatched the sun shining behind her curtains. When the glow faded, Yami sighed happily as she looked at the card, now depicting a voluptuous young woman, with breasts as big as her head and an ass to die for. Pleased, Yami laid out her mat and chose a card from her deck, instantly feeling the transformation take hold.

Yami felt her oversized, white shirt tighten around her chest. The cloth was long enough on her thin frame that it could act as a skirt, however, as her breasts grew and she widened, the shirt soon revealed her smooth stomach. Next her tight jeans soon became uncomfortable, almost painful, as her rear expanded as well, her hips widening in sync with her other growths. A mild burning sensation hit her face as she felt her Asian features being altered, something she forgot about and quickly spoke once more in the unknown language, the changes to her nationality halting, however her skin quickly became smooth and her eyes framed by thick lashes. Her hair remained the same as always; a curtain of black with locks of various colours running through it.

When the transformation was done, Yami felt her pussy boiling with desire. Not that she minded at all, as she let her hands traverse her new body, feeling her naked, baby smooth skin against her fingers. She ran her hands across her new ass, her jeans having been forced off, and moaned at the sensation of her fingers sinking into the soft expanse, the flesh firm yet soft, like a mix of solid muscle and jelly. While it wasn't as large as the first card she had seen, it was a vast improvement over her previous size, same to her breasts and hips. Yami knew better than to choose a card with the otherworldly endowments she had granted them, lest she be caught by Sors, and thus she had left one card free of change; the only one with a figure any model would die for. Yami couldn't help her vanity as she strolled out of her room to the family's bathroom.

At least, they thought she was their family. The two who owned the house, and their real daughter were all under a spell cast by Yami, believing the Japanese girl to be of their flesh and blood, even now, if they saw her new form, they wouldn't think anything of it, thinking that it was how she had always been since turning eighteen. Yami pouted her new, full lips at herself in the mirror, knowing any straight man, or lesbian, who saw her would lust after her. She even took off her shirt, now several sizes too small on her longer torso and much larger breasts, now G cups, and pushed her tits together. They were perfect, soft to the touch, but firm to the appearance while standing proud on her chest. Yami couldn't hold back the grin on her face as she put the too small shirt back on.

It had been a long time since she had possessed such a figure. Having indulged herself long enough, Yami returned to her room, bumping into her 'younger sister' who grinned stupidly having felt her 'siblings' large breast on her arm. Yami gave her a slight grin as normal, and went back to her room. Once there she locked the door and reached to the top of the bookshelf, finding her spare deck and playmat. She had been preparing for this tournament a long time, mastering the game and waiting for when this day came, fulling intending to master her new deck. Before she began, Yami read each ability carefully, making sure they remained ingrained in her memory, before beginning. Her cards, though uninteresting in appearance, compared to what she had expected, were armed with high power levels and strong abilities. A fair trade, but Yami didn't care about fairness.

When she had altered the card appearances, she had also powered them up. Each card retained the same skull count however, despite their overpowered abilities, each card with a count of 6 or lower more than powerful enough to be considered an ace card. She placed each mat against the other, and began. Yami had no friends, and she couldn't risk asking her 'sister' to play against her, since the constant transformations Yami would no doubt go through, might weaken, or even break, the spell she had crafted. As such, she played against herself. It was perfectly fair, since Voluptus Ludum didn't make the contents of a player's hand such a valuable thing to know, as it didn't change the play style, though it would allow those who saw it to formulate counter strategies. Yami's deck however, was centred on this, with her card effects focusing on forcing her opponent to discard cards of her choosing. They were often allowed to draw to replace it, but that was of no concern.

Yami began to play, bracing herself for the first transformation. She played her first creature, one far more endowed in the chest area than her current form, and had to bite her lip to prevent her moan of pleasure from escaping. She felt her shirt rise higher as her chest pushed it up and out, until the cloth couldn't even cover the bottoms of her breasts. Her rear expanded as well, however the change was minimal and would have gone unnoticed, were it not for her pants, already at their limit, beginning to tear loudly. Yami sighed in discomfort, pleasure and frustration all at once, standing and stripping herself of her clothing, revealing her body to any who could see, though no one but she could. Now free of her constricting clothes, Yami returned her attention to the game.

As she continued however, and played creature upon creature, Yami could hardly control herself. Her pussy was aflame, her juices running down her thighs or dripping to the floor. She adjusted her position in an attempt to fend off the encroaching lust, but it did nothing, if anything the actions made it worse, as her always voluptuous breasts bounced around, the air alone enough to stimulate her. Yami, despite her power, knew she couldn't alter the cards any further, for fear Sors Nepellus would discover her. She continued to play, her hands shaking with the need to sate her building desire, her mind constantly imagining how it would feel to have her cards come to life and pleasure her. Eventually it became too much.

Yami let herself lay back down. Her breath coming in deep pants as her hands ran over her current form, hefting her large, heavy breasts in her hands and finding her erect nipples, pulling on them with her thumb and forefinger. Her moans came in low, sounding half hearted. Her mind refused to fully give into her own lust, however her hands moved on, running over her taut stomach and to her pussy, the lips engorged and moist with arousal. Yami was unable to hold back a loud moan as she pressed against her clit, the nub poking a full inch from its hood, twitching in desire, something Yami couldn't resist. Her left hand returned to her breast, groping herself and stimulating her large nipples, while her right stayed at her pussy.

With her lust raging out of control, Yami finally gave in. She let her body do as it desired, her right hands fingers lightly digging into her dripping pussy, the thumb remaining free as it all but latched onto her clit, rubbing the sensitive button with lustful abandon. As she closed her eyes to let the pleasure roll over her, Yami felt something wet on her other hand, the fluid warm and sticky. She looked down in surprise and saw milk leaking from her nipples, the liquid thick enough to resemble cream. She didn't question it however, and simply let her body do as it needed, pinching on the lactating nipple to release a powerful spray, launching her milk into the air to fall on her. Yami unconsciously let her mouth open as a drop landed in it, her moans increasing at the taste.

As she tried to taste more, she felt her body heating up further. It wasn't the same as the build up to an orgasm, however it was similar, as if her body was becoming more and more sensitive in its need to cum. Yami grinned through her pleasure, noting the potential weapon she possessed, before crying out suddenly as she gave a particularly strong tug on her nipple, the other now throbbing with need. She switched her hands around, using her right to milk her much fuller breast, while the other, still coated in her milk, forced three of her digits into her pussy, while her thumb and forefinger reached to her clit, treating it as she would her nipples. Yami felt the pressure building within her body, her juices flowing fast and heavy from her pussy.

Like a crescendo, Yami's pleasure continued to rise. Both of her breasts expressed milk constantly, though the unattended left tit only leaked an unending stream, while her right gushed powerfully, dousing herself and her floor in the cream. She had abandoned her clit, now seeking to stretch her tight hole, adding a fourth finger to her cunt, the thumb soon joining it with ease. Yami had made her pussy perfect a long time ago, making it able to stretch however much was necessary, but remain tight as if it belonged to a nun. This showed as she struggled to push her fist inside, followed by the wrist, her walls clenching tight around the invader. As the pleasure increased, Yami's moans turned to cries.

She was certain the family could hear her, however that was far from her main concern. Even if the neighbours, or Sors Nepellus heard her, she wouldn't stop. Lust and desire dominated her mind, pushing her body to greater levels of pleasure as her orgasm rapidly approached. Yami's hips began thrusting against her hand, treating it like a cock or dildo, seeking to derive even greater ecstasy from it and succeeding as her orgasm crashed into her. Her body seized, her hips in mid air as she panted rapidly, like an animal in heat, before letting out a silent cry of bliss as her climax forced her eyes to roll back into her head. Her pussy squirted around her wrist, juices landing on her floor or the playmats, while milk exploded from her breasts in twin streams. Yami babbled to herself throughout, having gone so long without such pleasure that she soon passed out from it.

She came back to reality from as series of knocks at her door. As she sat up, Yami felt warmth run down her chest, her breasts continuing to lactate while she was unconscious. She wiped away some from her mouth and walked over to the door, uncaring that she was naked, nor that her body was coated in fresh and dried milk. Yami opened the door to see her 'sister', smiling happily even as she appraised her.

"Hi there, Yami. Dad wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie with us. You'd have to get dressed though." Hiroko Itsuka said, pouting at the last part. To her, Yami's nudity was as endearing as it was sexy, the Japanese girl housing incestuous desires for her elder sister.

"Sorry, Hiroko. I'm kind of busy, see." Yami said, her tone as nonchalant as if she were talking about the weather, even when she gestured to her constantly lactating breasts. Hiroko unconsciously licked her lips, something Yami caught and smiled at. The younger girl blushed and looked away.

"Oh, uh, that's too bad. Well, see ya." She said and left. Yami almost wished she wasn't deceiving the family sometimes. They were kind, as evidenced by how she was able to get close enough to cast her power over them. Yami had to be in contact with what she wanted to alter, though she could do it without from any distance, however it could require vast amounts of energy, enough to put her in a coma like state for days. The Itsuka family had let her into their home, believing her story that she was homeless and in desperate need of food, which they were happy enough to help with. If it weren't for her life up to that point, Yami might have felt remorse for what she was doing.

"Hey, Hiroko," The girl stopped and turned back to her sister, "If you're up for it later, maybe you could help me." Yami offered, interested in seeing what her body was like with a partner, while simultaneously getting used to how the battles would be fought when they came. Hiroko's face lit up in delight and she nodded eagerly, before going off to her parents. Yami smiled, glad that she was giving something back to the family, even if it was just to their eighteen year old daughter. She returned to her room and sat back at her mats, the one imbued with Sors Nepellus's power remained clean, even with the massive pool around it. Her normal one however was soaked, though the cards had been mostly spared.

Hours passed, with Yami trying, and failing, to keep in control of herself. She didn't stop playing against herself, having every intention of using every type of deck she owned as practice, however her time was used heavily by her constant masturbation sessions. Yami was able to manage a dozen turns before she lost it, however, as she came again and again, her will power was already crumbling. She found herself wanting to transform more, even when she was using a powerful creature, just to give herself an excuse to masturbate. Knowing she was losing control, Yami called it a day and returned to her bed, where she pondered who her first opponent might be, while hoping to ignore the constant throb of desire in her empty pussy. As she sat there, a series of knocks came at her door.

"Hey, Yami. I came to help." Hiroko said through the door, her voice wavering in uncertainty. Yami stood and opened the door, her pussy already growing wet once again in anticipation, before grinning lightly at the sight of her 'sister', naked as the day she was born. Hiroko let out a moan mixed with a gasp at seeing her sister, her voluptuous form coated in layer upon layer of dried milk, with fresh streams always running down her mountainous bosom. As before, Hiroko licked her lips in want. Yami grinned at her and wiped some of her fresh milk onto her finger, offering it to the girl, who looked between the digit and Yami's face, a smile on which encouraged her to accept the offer. Hiroko licked the milk from Yami's finger, almost immediately moaning in satisfaction and desire.

Yami walked back to her bed, Hiroko following close behind. Both took care not to mess up Yami's cards, almost a dozen decks lined up in a perfect row on her playmats. Yami had put back the card she'd taken the form of during her first masturbation session, so as not to further weaken the spell on Hiroko, who's mind expected to see Yami as she was now. The two sat on the bed, with neither saying a word, nor making any movement, until Yami smirked and leaned towards Hiroko. She let her elder sister do as she wished, even puckering her lips as Yami's came closer, only for nothing to happen. She looked at Yami with questioning eyes, but her sister said nothing.

She stood and brought Hiroko with her. The younger girl looked down as she saw Yami's eyes run over her form, taking in her modest bust, each nipple hard as bullets, while her slim waist and ever so slightly pudgy stomach flared into her motherly hips. Her legs were long and luscious, especially her thighs, thick and toned from her regular walks. Yami turned her around, taking hold of her arm and twirling it as though they were dancing, giving her a good look at her 'sister's' ass, the cheeks jiggling slightly as she tried to to steady herself. Yami grinned at her, Hiroko returning the gesture only to gasp in shock as she was grabbed by Yami, pulling her in close. Her eyes went wide as she felt Yami's soft, full lips on her's.

Even in her wildest dreams, Hiroko had never thought she would feel this. Yami was forceful, barely giving her a chance to think, as her lips were conquered by her voluptuous sister, who only pulled her closer, pressing her massive bust against Hiroko's comparatively meagre mounds. Both let out muffled moans as their nipples found the other's, the sensitive tips grinding against each other to both of their delight. Hiroko recovered from the surprise, and let her eyes fall closed, giving herself over to Yami completely. Only to cry out in shock as she felt a finger slide down her pants, before finding her already moist pussy, the digit rubbing along the lips. She tried to pull back, but Yami held firm.

Hiroko moaned involuntarily as the finger dipped into her wet heat. She wasn't ready for this, she thought, she wanted this to be special, for her and Yami to give each other the same sweet pleasure. Yet she couldn't find the will to stop Yami, who's lips remained conformed to Hiroko's, the elder sibling's tongue entering her mouth and subduing her tongue. Hiroko couldn't hope to resist, her fantasies had all been the opposite of this moment, however, she was simply too happy that Yami was also interested in her. The transformed girl grinned inwardly, knowing Hiroko was more or less her's, now and forever.

She wasn't sure exactly what the cause was. Whether, Hiroko had harboured feelings towards her, or if the aphrodisiac laden milk was also comprised of overwhelming pheromones, either way she was going to enjoy this moment. Yami pulled back, lightly panting, while Hiroko gasped for air as she looked at Yami, as if in need of direction. The elder sibling simply smiled and glanced down at her breasts, the massive mounds leaking milk rapidly, Hiroko's shirt now soaked in the delicious fluid. When the inexperienced girl simply looked down, confused, Yami lightly gripped her head and brought it to her breast. Hiroko quickly understood and immediately began drinking.

The reaction was instant. Yami was even taken aback by the force of it, as Hiroko suddenly began pushing against her, forcing her to the bed, where she could get a better angle, actually grabbing Yami's free breast and pushing it into her mouth, the flow increasing to the point where the milk began to leak from her lips. Yami didn't stop her, the pleasure partly responsible, but also because she was curious to see the effects her enhanced milk would have in larger doses. Hiroko continued to drink and drink, her pudgy stomach actually expanding from the sheer amount, and yet she showed no signs of stopping, nor did Yami, who's breasts continued to supply the, apparently, addictive fluid. Only when Yami felt skin that wasn't there before, did she force Hiroko to stop.

The younger girl fought back, however the creature Yami embodied had enhanced strength, far beyond that of any star athlete. She took hold of Hiroko's wrists, forcing them over her head, while Yami used her legs to keep her sister's from thrashing about.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 06



"Please, Yami... please, I need it." Hiroko all but cried, now realising that brute force wouldn't get her any where, instead trying to beg.

"No you don't, you've done what I wanted." Yami said. She no longer cared about keeping up the facade that they were sisters, though she left the spell in tact, knowing that if the parents found out, things may become troublesome. Hiroko didn't reply, instead she merely squirmed harder, something Yami found amusing, then she tried something new, "Hiroko, stop moving." Hiroko stopped her squirming, instead breathing heavily, but never moving her arms, legs or even her head and eyes. Yami's smiled broadened immensely.

She stood and stepped away from Hiroko. The girl stayed completely still, as if bound by invisible rope, or frozen in time. Magic often took from the user's personality, something Yami had learned many decades ago, alongside her dominance. The card itself probably lactated anyway, however she had altered it, her magic seeping into the very core of the creature, making its sexual ability designed to bring someone under her command. While she liked it when her partners fought back, the very idea of having absolute control was enough to have her pussy burning with desire in an instant. Yami gazed at Hiroko's prone form, taking it in before letting her lust have its way. She climbed back onto the bed, moving until her dripping cunt hung over Hiroko's face, who showed no reaction to this, except for an increase in her breathing.

"Lick my pussy." Yami ordered simply and lowered her lips to Hiroko's, who moved her head to the perfect position, opening her mouth and reaching out with her tongue. Yami moaned low, as the muscle met her moist lips, the appendage moving to run over her slick pussy in time with Yami, who moved her hips slowly back and forth. She sat herself on her haunches, keeping herself elevated, but in the perfect position to potentially smother Hiroko with her cunt. The dominated girl continued to lick along the swollen lips, her moans mixing with Yami's as they enjoyed their roles. Yami reached up and groped her own breasts, the sound of her pleasure increasing as milk squirted from her nipples, landing on Hiroko who paid it no mind, her entire being focused on the task Yami gave her. After a while, Yami noticed her submissive sister was literally only licking her pussy.

"Pleasure me." Yami moaned, amending her previous order to encompass all that Hiroko could do. Instantly the prone girl reached up her hands, simultaneously moving her mouth to latch onto Yami's swollen clit, sucking on the button with glee as her hands replaced her tongue. Each finger played like an expert pianist on Yami's mound, each touch specially orchestrated to pleasure her, while Hiroko's tongue and lips massaged her clit. The pleasure rose to greater heights, attaining the level of ecstasy as Yami let herself embrace the sensations, grinding her pussy against Hiroko's lower face now, coating it in her juices as they leaked copiously. Hiroko continued like that, until her fingers found a note directly at Yami's cunt.

As if she was truly playing an exquisite piece, Hiroko sunk a single finger into Yami. The moan that came was high and quick, followed by a low moan of need as Hiroko removed her digit, only to replace it with three fingers, earning another sudden cry. Yami had long suspected her 'sister' of having practice with other women, but she had no idea Hiroko had combined her vigorous piano playing with this act. Her fingers moved quick and with purpose, while her mouth sung against her outer lips, the hums and moans vibrating against Yami who released low sounds of her pleasure in concert with Hiroko. As she was about to near orgasm, Hiroko's fingers stopped their song, as did her mouth.

Yami noticed the lack of stimulation, but didn't say anything. Her order was absolute; Hiroko would pleasure her, no matter what. However, as she continued waiting, she began to worry, as her sister remained still and silent. Just as Yami was about to repeat the order, Hiroko forced three fingers from each hand into Yami's pussy, sending her into a sudden orgasm, voiced by her constant scream. Hiroko put her lips around Yami's clit once more, the button heavily engorged and jutting a full inch from its hood, giving her the perfect target as she moaned against it. As Yami's cry ebbed away, Hiroko removed her fingers, only to sink one inside, adding two more, then a fourth using a mix from each hand. She removed them and put them back, each time as if she were playing her piano.

As Yami came down at long last, she let herself fall to the side. Hiroko kept her actions going however, her order still in effect as she tried to push her sister to another orgasm.

"Stop." Yami managed to groan, her voice exhausted from the screams of her climax, but also disappointed in herself for being unable to handle any more. Hiroko removed her fingers from her pussy, and pulled away, awaiting her next order, "Act normally." Was all Yami could think to say, as she eyed the digital clock by her side, reading 11:25PM. She was meant to have been asleep almost an hour ago,

"That was great, Yami." Hiroko said, her first words since drinking Yami's milk, and she moved closer, draping an arm over her sister as they both began to drift off. Before she fell asleep totally, Yami moved Hiroko away, before placing her own arm over the sleeping girl, the act one of possession. The two slept peacefully, despite the constant stream of milk running from Yami's breasts, coating Hiroko's back liberally. As she slept, Yami dreamt of what would come in the days to follow, a smile forming on her face.

Morning came as it always did. Hiroko sat up and stretched, wiping the sleep from her eyes to notice that she wasn't in her own room. She looked to her side, seeing Yami sleeping soundly beside her, breasts bared for all to see with rivers leaking from them. Hiroko smiled and leaned down, kissing her sister lightly on the lips, moving her lips to the leaking nipples and taking a small mouthful from each, gulping it down with a happy sigh. She stood, noticing she still sported a greatly rounded belly. Hiroko bounced lightly on her feet, giggling at the strange sloshing sensation in her stomach.

She opened the door and left with a quick look at her sister. Yami awoke shortly after, to the scent of toast and grilled egg wafting into her nostrils. She opened her eyes to see Hiroko, laying on her side and holding a plate of toast with an egg on top, a simplistic breakfast, but one that Yami enjoyed nonetheless.

"How was it, Yami?" Hiroko asked, clearly anxious for the reply as Yami finished the last piece of toast.

"It's great." She said simply, before deciding she needed to test something, "Hiroko, sit at the foot of my bed and spread your legs as far as you can." Yami ordered. Almost before she had finished the sentence, Hiroko began moving, following Yami's instructions quickly.

"Is this right?" She asked, blushing lightly, but sounded more eager than embarrassed. Yami grinned and nodded.

"You can sit normally now." She said and climbed out of her bed, heading over to a small drawer. Hiroko followed her like a dog seeing a toy, only for her eyes to widen as Yami opened the drawer, reached in and pulled out a latex choker, or rather, a collar with a shiny tag hanging from it, with Hiroko's name already inscribed on it.

"Y-Yami? What... what is that?" She asked, struggling to properly process what was going on.

"It's your collar, Hiroko. I need to make sure people know who my pets belong to, don't I?" Yami replied calmly, as if she were talking about which wallpaper to use. Hiroko was about to speak against when she stopped short, her thoughts clouding. She didn't want wear something so degrading, but Yami wanted it, and she even calmed her a pet... Hiroko bit her lower lip. She didn't want it... she didn't want, but she did. She wanted Yami to be her owner, to be her Mistress and for everyone to know it. But it so much...

"Yami, I-" She was cut as Yami lunged over and put the collar on before she could finished another word. Hiroko fell back from the sudden lunge, her eyes wide in surprise as she reached up with one hand, feeling the latex of her collar, then the small circle, with her name inscribed on its front. She felt more at the back and guessed it read; 'Property of Yami'. As she touched it, Yami climbed onto her, looking into Hiroko's eyes.

"So, Hiroko... am I your mistress?" She asked, her voice warm and terrifying and sensual all at once.

"Yes... you're my mistress." Hiroko said, her own voice filled, not with shock nor horror, only submissive desire.

"Who do you love... who do you serve?" Yami next asked, leaning down to whisper the words into Hiroko's ear.

"You, and only you, Mistress." She answered, struggling not to touch herself now.

"And what is your purpose in life now?" Yami pulled away, her eyes looking into her slave's, who gazed back, unblinking.

"To serve and please you, Mistress." She replied after only a second, her face turning to one of confusion as if this was common knowledge. Yami had created the collar long ago, almost from the moment she had cast her spell over the family. The collar was imbued with her power, making the one who wore it, become completely submissive to her will, only if their name was written on it of course. Yami moved back slightly, pulling Hiroko up, until their eyes were level, letting her see that the slave's eyes were bright and alert, however filled with total subservience.

"Very good, now come with me. I need a shower." Yami said and stood, Hiroko following with an eager bounce in her step.

"Am I going to clean you, Mistress?" She asked, excited to do so.

"Well, you did make me cum last night, so I suppose you can." Yami answered, not turning or even making the slightest motion that she was truly speaking to her slave. Hiroko didn't mind, and simply smiled in delight. Her mistress's pleasure was her own. If Yami was clean, so was she, if Yami was happy, so was she... if Yami died, then so did she. That was Hiroko's very being now, seeking to stay by her mistress and please her until they died.

As the day passed by, Yami went about creating more collars. She had caught the names of everyone in the tournament, and, while they weren't looking, had memorised their faces. Then she came to the one called Emily Ralia, who had won the American Nationals. Something seemed different about her, not physically. While she was extremely good looking, enough that Yami was already fantasying about the woman on her knees, begging to pleasure her mistress, however that might not be as easy as Yami would like. She shook the thoughts away, focusing on making the collars.

The creation required immense focus. Hiroko had asked why her mistress couldn't have bought the collars and then imbued with her power, however Yami explained that her magic had much more effect when every little inch of crafted material was created through it. As a precaution, Yami took extra care with Emily's, unwilling to take a chance with the woman. Once they were finished, Yami didn't rest, instead she returned to practising, no longer worried by her constantly changing body despite Hiroko sitting directly behind her. The slave didn't question it, even as Yami went from a beautiful, ridiculously endowed Japanese woman, to a similar form, the only difference being that her breasts were at least three times bigger than before, and, from what Hiroko saw, that was one of the smaller cards in the deck. As she watched, she noticed Yami growing visibly aroused.

By the time Yami had beaten herself once more, she turned to Hiroko.

"Hiroko, you know what to do." She said, her slave instantly jumping from the bed and waiting for her mistress, who sat at the foot and spread her legs, awaiting Hiroko's service.

By the time night fell, Yami was exhausted. Every time she grew too aroused to think straight, Hiroko was there almost immediately, bringing her mistress to orgasm repeatedly, before sitting back. She was never touched in return, but she came nonetheless, her collar allowing her to share Yami's mind altering bliss. She knew her position, that she had no right to be pleasured by her mistress. Even as they slept, she had asked, or rather begged, to sleep beside Yami. Her mistress, kind and merciful as she was, allowed Hiroko to do so, placing a hand over the slave and holding her close. Both fell asleep with small grins on their faces.

Yami was surprised when she opened her eyes to see a massive field. She knew it was a dream, but also that she was watching something actually happening before her eyes. Yami was certain that what she saw now was the first match of Sors Nepellus's tournament, something that was confirmed when she saw two girls materialise, recognising them as Emily Ralia and Rebecca Black. As before, she felt something different about Emily, though it was difficult to place. Yami watched with great interest as the game began, her face breaking into a massive smirk as Emily played her first card, turning into a massive creature, distinctly feminine in shape, despite the monstrous visage, with the massive exception of the penis and balls, each far beyond a grown man's. Yami could already feel her spectral pussy grow moist at the sight.

In her current state, Yami couldn't see the goddess's power on the other decks. However, as she continued to watch, she swore she could see small pulses of colour from Emily's cards whenever she touched them, as if they were reacting to her. Yami almost thought that Emily might be like her, a human capable of magic, however nothing boosted this idea, given that Yami, in her vast experience with sorcery, would have been able to sense if someone like her was nearby. Yami continued to try and think of what was causing the strange surges of power, bringing her attention away from the actual battle. Before she was able to come to a conclusion, she heard the voice of Sors Nepellus declare the battle to be over. Emily Ralia had won.

Yami couldn't help but close her eyes. When she opened them again, she was looking up at her ceiling, Hiroko's sleeping form by her side.

"Shit." She groaned aloud and sat up. The time was 9:01AM, when she usually woke up. She tried to think back on the battle, trying to recall how Emily played, but she had failed to pay any form of attention. She sighed and decided to think about it at a later point, in the meantime she needed a shower, having slept in what was becoming her standard form; a tall, voluptuous woman with constantly lactating breasts, the milk from which held mind altering abilities. It didn't matter how much leaked or was drunk from her, Yami never stopped secreting the white fluid, however it seemed to slow exponentially when she wore clothing, a possible perk from her magical meddling. As Yami showered, she thought back to the battle, focusing her mind on Emily.

What was it about her that drew Yami's attention? The strange reaction of her cards aside, she was no different from the rest; a beautiful and strong Voluptus Ludum player. Yami, having resided in Japan for decades at this point, was very familiar with Anime, the type of program being her favourite above all others. She began to compare Emily to a protagonist, wherein she should have a defining characteristic or hidden potential that made her the fixation of the plot, however nothing added up. Yami sighed again, turning off the water and stepping out to dry herself off.

The thoughts refused to leave her mind. Even as she ran a towel over her magnificent breasts, feeling the perfect orbs bounce from her touch, milk dripping to the floor with loud drops, Emily stayed on her mind. I'm becoming obsessed, she thought and decided to lock away the thoughts, using a brief spell to keep them at bay until she wanted to focus on them. Yami returned to her room, finding Hiroko awake and kneeling on the floor, almost like a dog awaiting its owner's returning. The comparison was quite adequate as Hiroko's face perked up upon seeing her mistress, leading Yami to believe if the slave had a tail, it would indeed be wagging in her happiness. Yami even went so far as to stroke her head as she passed by.

The day passed as the others had. Yami perfected her every strategy, while using Hiroko to relieve herself when the lust became too much. However, by the time the sun began to set, Yami had completely perfected her play style, no longer needing to practice. She leaned back against the bed, Hiroko sitting above her, crotch always wet and face covered in Yami's juices, both fresh and dried. Yami had discovered that the cards had different levels of orgasm, to the point where some had squirted with the force of a backed up hose, as such her slave's chest was also soaked. The parents had never bothered them, the sounds they heard seeming completely normal to their magic altered minds.

"Hey, Hiroko?" Yami began.

"Yes, Mistress." Hiroko answered, all but purring from the sound of her mistress saying her name.

"I'm bored, shall we go see a movie?" Yami asked, standing and stretching, showing off her curvaceous form, currently sporting breasts several times the size of her head. With inhuman dexterity, Yami used a foot to replace the current creature with her usual one. Hiroko was on her feet in an instant.

"Of course. What would you like to see?" She asked, excitedly thinking of all the jealous stares they would get.

"I don't know, let's go see what's out. Oh and there's some clothes on your old bed I laid out for you." Yami said and went about dressing, while Hiroko nodded happily and all but skipped to her old room, the familiar walls no longer as welcoming as they used to be without Yami there, but her eyes fell on the gift laid out by her mistress. The clothes, if they could even be called that, were a mix of latex and leather, though she was certain Yami had just bought these, rather than make them herself. Hiroko picked up the simple straps, knowing that almost all of her skin would be on display. She didn't feel embarrassment and simply got dressed.

When she finished and left her room, Yami was standing outside of her door. A smile broke across her face at the sight, and she nodded approvingly.

"Now for the finishing touches." She said and pushed Hiroko back into her room. She forced her slave down to the bed and chanted under her breath, her the index fingers on both of her hands glowing brightly.

"What are you doing, Mistress?" Hiroko asked, curious as what the finishing touches were.

"I've got to make sure everyone knows who you belong to." She answered and looked over her slave. The outfit was a series of intricate straps, criss-crossing over her flesh, while leaving her still bulging stomach bare for all to see, "But first, let's get rid of this shall we." Yami didn't say it as a question, more of a statement to herself, and chanted once more. Hiroko gasped in surprise as she felt her stomach shrink until she sported a flat belly, she even showed the beginnings of a a six pack, "Much better." Yami said and went to work.

The straps left Hiroko's lower back bare as well. Yami ran her glowing fingers over her flesh, painlessly tattooing the same words on Hiroko's collar: Property of Yami. The mistress grinned at this, knowing full well that her name meant darkness, and that everyone in Japan who saw her slave would know too. She did the same on her lower back, before moving up. The straps left Hiroko's collarbone free, giving Yami the perfect place write her last words; Slave: Hiroko. It was the final touch to make sure any who saw it would know. Yami knew it was somewhat redundant with the collar, however she was an extravagant person, at least when she could afford to be. When she was finished, Yami ordered her slave to stay there, while she brought in a full length mirror, telling Hiroko she could stand. The slave gasped in happiness at the sight of herself.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 06



Across her toned stomach, and at her lower back anyone could read that she was Yami's. Not only that, but they would know her status as a slave just by looking at her upper torso, assuming they looked passed her breasts, a single strap running over her nipple on each, leaving the modest mounds bare for all to see, even now the material did little to hide her erect nubs. Latex also connected to her collar, implying that Yami had made it with the outfit in mind, while criss-crossing down her back, before two straps ran down her sides to connect with the scarce covering to her crotch, a single, latex thong. Her ass cheeks were supported by twin straps, but nothing else covered it. Her legs were the most covered, with the criss-cross pattern covering her skin to her foot.

"How do I look, Mistress?" She asked, despite knowing the answer.

"Exactly how you should, Hiroko. Can you imagine how many people are gonna be staring at you?" Yami asked, smirking when her slave shuddered in arousal.

"Mistress, I realise I may be out of line here, but won't I be arrested for indecent exposure?" Hiroko asked, suddenly concerned however Yami simply laughed.

"Don't worry about it. I may not have made the clothes, but they're still enchanted, anyone working under the law will only see two modest young women." Yami explained, putting the mirror down turning to leave.

"You're amazing, Mistress." Hiroko said in happiness, her heart swelling with joy that she served such an amazing person. Yami simply grinned and continued onward, Hiroko following close behind. She almost wondered if Yami would give her a leash, but it wasn't necessary, since she would never run and the sight of her alone was enough to cement her status as this woman's slave, and Yami knew it.

"We're just going out." Yami called as they passed the sitting room, where Hiroko's parents sat, happily drinking tea and watching the television.

"Alright dear," The mother replied, looking up from the tv to see Hiroko as she passed by, "My, my, youth these days. Make sure you don't catch a cold, Hiroko."

"Don't worry, Mum, I won't." She called back as she and her mistress left the house. They lived in a nice neighbourhood, each house separate and well cared for. Yami walked ahead of Hiroko, who kept her eyes peeled for the stares she was certain to get, doing so to also keep her gaze away from Yami's rear, encased in tight jeans that were too short for her before, but now they were more like shorts. Hiroko was certain her mistress had used magic to fit into them. They caught a bus into the city proper, Yami chuckling as everyone's eyes looked to them, or rather, looked to Hiroko. The slave didn't show any signs of embarrassment, if anything she stood taller to show herself off.

Everyone looked away the moment Yami met their gaze, but those she didn't look at simply continued to stare. Many of the men sported erections in mere moments, while the women chatted amongst themselves, clearly ridiculing Hiroko's outfit, however Yami could sense some of their own arousal from the sight. They arrived at their bus stop shortly, departing to be met by more unapologetic stares, each one out of lust, disgust or curiosity. They passed a little girl, who stared at Hiroko with wide eyes. Yami smirked at her and winked, knowing the girl would never forget what she saw today, despite her young age. They headed to the movie theatre to see they were showing the live action Death Note movies, strange, considering it wasn't the anniversary of the franchise, but Yami didn't question it and chose to see the movie. Hiroko was nervous about this, since she was easily creeped out by the mere idea of Shinigami, but her mistress wanted it so she said nothing.

After the movie, the sun had vanished, replaced by the moon. The two lived in Tokyo, which, like any other massive city, had scum just as one would expect. They came out at night as normal, either heading to bars, strip clubs or to simply harass young women. Yami didn't show any surprise as they stood at a bus stop, waiting for the next bus to come, when a group of men approached them. Each was staggering slightly, the scent of alcohol wafting through the cold, night air as they came closer. Hiroko barely spared a glance at them, knowing her mistress wasn't worried.

"Hey girl, why don't you come play with us?" One slurred, invading Hiroko's personal space, even going so far as to put his face within mere inches of her barely covered breasts.

"Bring your friend along as well, she's fucking hot." Another said, openly drooling at the sight of Yami's barely contained bust, her shirt damp and sticking to the perfect mounds.

"Yeah, we'll show you two a real good time." Said a third, draping his arm over Hiroko's shoulders and reaching to grope her breast. The slave jerked at this, but did nothing else, as the arm was quickly removed. Yami had partially hoped they would get the message and leave, since she had no desire to make a mess of her clothes, however the second they touched her slave, those thoughts were thrown aside. She took a step closer to the man whom she had pushed away from Hiroko, his face one of anger, however it quickly turned to terror as he caught sight of her eyes. Hiroko didn't say a word, nor did she look at her mistress's face, certain the rage on it was more terrifying than a Shinigami could ever be.

The other two stumbled towards her, each one about to unload insult upon insult. Yami didn't give them a chance to take a breath, as she kicked one in the face with her heel, twisting on her other foot to send the same heel into the other. Both fell back, clutching at their faces in pain, while the one she had pushed away tried to rush her, but that proved futile. Yami turned and waited, the second he was within reach, she kicked him square in the testicles, grimacing at the feeling of how small they were. He fell away with a cry of pain, falling onto his side.

"You saw my eyes and yet you tried to attack me," Yami said, her voice calm and cold, "You even had the audacity to lay a hand on my property, or can't you read? I'm sure I enchanted the letters to appear in one's native language." Yami knelt down in front of him, Hiroko joining her as she looked indifferently at the sight. The man was beyond words at this point, the pain emanating from his destroyed testicles so great that Yami was surprised he hadn't passed out. She glanced at Hiroko, who looked to her with joy in her eyes, before returning to a near blank gaze when she turned her gaze back to the man. Yami wanted to kill them, it was quicker and a good way for her to vent the anger she still felt, but Hiroko offered a more amusing option.

"Mistress, why not use your magic to remove their sex?" She said, a hint of sadistic amusement in her tone.

"Good idea, Hiroko, I like it. Hear that?" She addressed the man, "You're never gonna have sex, and never feel pleasure ever again." Yami's own voice was filled with joy at the thought of these three suffering for all time. She went about chanting her words just as the bus arrived. The three men passed out as they were stripped of any form of sexual identity, not only that, but also their very sense of pleasure; happiness would be nothing but a memory to them now. Yami got on the bus, Hiroko following close behind, giggling to herself. The driver didn't ask what happened when he saw the three men, easily guessing what had happened, he also didn't say anything about Hiroko's outfit, though Yami spotted the slight bulge in his pants. She grinned slightly at that and went on her way.

That night, as she slept, Yami was once more greeted by the sight of a vast field. She knew another battle was about to commence and waited for the players to show up. To her surprise, she saw Emily materialise once again, alongside the German girl, Alice. Yami could almost believe that Sors Nepellus may have taken a personal interest in Emily, given it was her second battle in a row, however she threw the idea away, knowing that the Goddess very rarely took interest in just plain mortal women. The fight began, with Emily using the same creature as before. Yami made sure to pay close attention this time, mentally taking notes on each players' style.

As it progressed, Yami knew Emily's deck focused on single attacks for high damage via orgasms. This worried her, given how sensitive her body was now, and that the more creatures she played, the more aroused she became. Alice used her cards to power her creature and force her opponent to take damage by paying with her own, however she managed to gain the upper hand. Emily however, didn't look perturbed by this and simply continued playing. Yami wasn't certain, given how far she was forced to watch from, but she swore Emily smiled as she took damage. Then came the final move.

Emily summoned what was clearly her ace creature. Like in anime, she gave it a dramatic introduction, before placing it on her mat. A burst of light temporarily blinded Yami as she looked on, her eyes widening as she saw the new creature, its beauty great enough to make her feel self-conscious. Not only that, but it was armed with a penis at least five foot in length and hard as stone, while her balls grew as well, though Emily seemed not to notice, their size reaching what looked to be basketballs. Yami watched as Emily gained a full foot in height, putting her at about seven feet tall, her wings were spread each one twice as long as Emily's body. With her transformation done, Yami stared in desire at the creature named; Angelus Urinam.

The card was insanely powerful as well. Alice had nearly all of her damage counters remaining, however Emily simply attacked, or rather, fucked her. The German came over and over again, before Emily herself reached climax, unleashing a literal ocean of cum into the girl. Yami's eyes widened as Alice inflated to the point where an elephant would have been comfortable inside her womb. Emily was announced as the winner, the moment the announcement was finished, Yami closed her eyes, awaking once more in her room. She raised a hand to rub the sleep from her eyes, only to realise she was shaking.

As she sat up, Yami tried to determine why she was shaking. Is it desire, she thought, or am I actually afraid? The former seemed more likely, given her own obsession with massive phalli, but at the same time she had seen how formidable Emily's play style was. Yami thought back to the previous days, remembering how long it usually took her to attain orgasm, her longest being fifteen minutes, however that was with Hiroko's thin, though skilled, fingers and her mouth. If she was penetrated by Emily's cock she was certain she would cum from the entry alone. Yami looked at her deck, tempted to alter each card's attributes once again, however she couldn't risk it. They were no doubt tied to Sors Nepellus in some way, or to her representative, Puer. Anymore alterations and they might take notice.

She'd have to work on her tolerance to pleasure. Yami knew it would be far from easy, given how sensitive her transformed body was. If she had chosen the other option on the letter, would it have been worked better against Emily, she thought, no, she beat the first girl easily enough with the same deck and strategy. Yami sighed as she came to the conclusion that battling such an opponent would be difficult, especially given how she fulfilled nearly all of Yami's fetishes.

"Oh, Mistress, you're awake already?" Hiroko groaned from the bed, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was still clad in her revealing outfit, however that was of no concern to her, so long as Yami wished it of course. The dominant girl turned around, determination in her eyes, alongside an unknown anxiety that Hiroko couldn't determine.

"We're gonna be busy for quite a while, Hiroko." She said and began to give her orders, telling her slave to sit behind her, while she played against her new deck, designed to replicate Emily's all or nothing style. While Hiroko was behind her, she would constantly be pleasuring her mistress, using whatever means she could.

"Oh, I've got just what you need, my mistress." Hiroko said excitedly and ran to her room, returning with a large box. She opened the lid and Yami couldn't hope to hide the smirk on her face, the sight of her slave's various sex toys, though most were oversized dildos.

"You knew my fetishes didn't you?" Yami asked, noting that each and every plastic phallus was over a foot long, and easily as thick as a large man's wrist. Hiroko smiled and nodded, having looked through her mistress's internet history. The toys weren't quite as large as Yami would have liked, however they were far above the norm for humans. With everything set, Yami had already built the deck making it as close to the play style she expected from Emily. Yami knew the futanari based player would be her greatest opponent, possibly the only one who could beat her, even after her own cards received such a power boost, however she had no intention of not preparing for such a foe. And that began today.

Throughout the day, Yami played against herself. Behind her, Hiroko was constantly pleasuring her mistress, never stopping her ministrations, only slowing to then push the oncoming climax. Yami changed constantly, though never so drastically that Hiroko had to change her position, even though she often had to calm herself from the constant changes to her mistress's bust, her eyes always locked on them, seeing them grow, shrink, or become truly monstrous, to the point where each, massive breast rested on Yami's lap. Hiroko said nothing of course, not wishing to impose her own desires on her mistress, however Yami seemed to know without hearing her, as she seemed to make an effort to stay on the gigantically endowed creature. Though this was done mostly because the creature was one of her most powerful.

When the day was over, Yami restored her 'normal' form and went to bed. Hiroko was once again permitted to sleep beside her, the slave snuggling against her mistress, seeking warmth that the straps hardly offered. Yami was asleep quickly, eager to see what the next round held, knowing that the dreams were similar to recordings, taken earlier in the day. To her disappointment, Yami saw two strangers, at least until she heard the names Alex and Bell, the same as the twins. She was surprised by their appearance, seeing the larger sibling was a bipedal wolf, with fur, a tail and even a muzzle, while the other was the same, except she was a slender bipedal cat. The battle didn't interest Yami, who simply watched for entertainment purposes, already certain that Emily was the only real threat. In a short time, Bell was announced the winner.

When she woke, Yami immediately repeated the previous day. She had failed each and every time she had tried to deny her own orgasm, her sister's skilled fingers teasing her to no end, or a massive dildo spreading her vaginal walls so delightfully was always too much for her sensitive form. Once Hiroko was awake, she went back to her previous task. By the end of the day, Yami was on the verge of feeling discouraged, as she had came during each battle, and knew that Emily would be able to draw out many more in a single turn. She showered, allowing Hiroko to join and wash her. That night they settled in as before, Yami wondering who would be next.

To her delight, Emily was once again chosen to play. To Yami's surprised the Futa Player, as Yami was becoming fond of calling her, had changed considerably, as she now sported a bust that easily rivalled Yami's current form's, maybe even more. Putting the thoughts aside, Yami looked to see who Emily was against; it was Bell this time, the first battle where two contestants had already played and it showed in how they carried themselves, Emily in particular who merely sighed and went about shuffling her deck. Bell was clearly still somewhat nervous, but hid it well as she greeted Emily with a wave, shuffling her own cards with a nonchalant smile on her face. Bell seemed overly confident in her abilities, treating the battle with all the gravitas of a walk around the park. On the other hand, Emily was, unknowingly, grinning from ear to ear.

Yami could tell the futanari player wasn't aware of her expression as she played like it was for her life. In a sense it was, given that her failure to achieve victory would spell the end of her free life, however, despite knowing that, Emily was clearly enjoying herself. Every turn, every bit of damage she took or gave, she kept her grin. The grin only disappeared when she fucked her opponent, dissolving into an expression of building ecstasy, matching her foe who came repeatedly. When they finished, Emily asked why they weren't sent back, having brought Bell to climax more than enough times to win the game, however the furry had managed to survive through a card effect. Even so, she only had one damage counter left, and the effect caused her to end her turn immediately after drawing.

Yami saw the disappointed expression on the catgirl's face, knowing she had been hoping for her ace card to show itself. Yami no longer cared for the result and instead tried to formulate further strategies, something she was doing more and more in the past few days. Emily won the game, however, unlike the previous times, she didn't do it through a final act of unimaginable sex, instead using her ace card's effect to win the game almost automatically. This worried Yami even more, since it meant that Emily didn't have to simply fuck her opponent to win, and not only that, but her deck would only get stronger the longer they didn't battle. Yami wasn't sure if she felt excitement at the challenge, or fear.

With the battle over, Yami awoke back in her room. As before, she continued to practice with Emily's deck in mind, Hiroko eagerly helping as always. The day progressed in much the same pattern, she would play a game and barely manage to win before she came, something she was growing frustrated at. Yami, even when she was young girl, had always been a fast learner, progressing quickly with her magical ability and various other endeavours, however this proved far more difficult than she would have thought. As the day dragged on, Yami felt suddenly drowsy, like she hadn't slept in days. She fought against it, focused on improving her current situation, but the urge to sleep was overwhelming.

When she opened her eyes, Yami realised where she was. She sat up and looked around, taking in the vast field, a wind picking up to ripple the tall grass. She stood and found that she could see nothing but grass, as if she was in a new dimension of nothing but herself and the plant, until she noticed a small burst of light, which faded soon after, revealing a mildly familiar girl. Yami recognised her as one of the triplets, though they were all so similar she couldn't tell who it was, not to mention the fact that they were several metres away from each other. It didn't help that the girl was tiny, only five feet tall at best.

Karen stood up and looked around, clearly disoriented by the sudden change in her surroundings. She had been with her sisters, all three of them playing together in an attempt to better understand their decks, considering the strange dreams they'd each been having at night. Every night, they were frightened by the prospect of being chosen next, at least, if they had to battle Emily, who seemed fond of using creatures with penises as big as Karen and her sisters were, and then some. As she managed to calm herself down somewhat, she looked around, noticing a vaguely familiar figure several metres away. She squinted to try and see them better, eventually catching sight of the multi-coloured hair.

"Hi there, you're Yami right? My name's Karen!" She called out in greeting, hoping that talking to someone might relieve her nervousness. Yami said nothing, merely nodded slightly, something Karen couldn't see, and continued to look around, "Geez, rude much?" Karen muttered under her breath. When the two were both standing, and Karen had recovered a semblance of calm, two tables materialised in front of the two girls, followed by the voice both recognised as Sors Nepellus's representative.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 06



"Round 5 of the tournament will now begin. Good luck to you both." With that their decks appeared on the table. Yami immediately began shuffling while Karen hesitated, having seen the images on the cards and, given her upbringing as a devout Christian, was naturally horrified by them. Her deck was disgusting, nothing but blob creatures called slimes, though most were in a humanoid form. Their skills were decent, however their appearance disgusted her, at least that's how it looked on the outside. Karen would never admit it aloud, even to herself or her sisters, but the slimes were intriguing to her and not in the platonic sense. She'd caught herself fantasising about it multiple times over the last few days.

Knowing she probably didn't have a choice, Karen began to shuffle. She was glad to be doing so, the familiar motions of the cards in her hands almost soothing to her. Yami said nothing, her face a mask of indifference. Karen looked closely at her opponent, struggling to remember if the Japanese girl had always been so well endowed, but couldn't recall the first day very well. When the two were ready, Puer returned.

"Begin!" Was all she said, and the two drew their starting hands, Yami looking her's over analytically, while Karen blushed. She had drawn the only cards in her decks where they depicted the slimes in actual shapes, each one taking on that of a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Their faces were featureless, save for what looked like lips and eyes, but Karen couldn't be certain. Aside from their embarrassing appearances, the cards had good effects and a low skull count, allowing her to play them early. She looked to her opponent who was already drawing for her turn.

Karen was about to say something, but stopped. It didn't make a huge difference who went first after all, especially since it meant she could attack first. Yami played her first creature, her appearance changing only slightly, with her assets shrinking an inch.

"My creature's ability activates: When its summoned, I can look at my opponents hand and choose one card, then that card is taken out of the game until my next turn." Yami explained, her tone one of indifference and even boredom, as if she knew the outcome of the game already. Karen gasped when her cards suddenly flew from her hand, flying over to Yami who looked them over, before selecting the only card Karen could have played during her turn. Done with her choice, the cards returned to their temporary owner, "I end my turn."

Karen didn't say anything and simply drew. She was never good at speaking up against cheaters or rude people, and Yami was no exception, especially since she was so gorgeous. Karen shook her head, trying to free herself of any impure thoughts, returning her attention to her hand. Fortunately she had drawn a card she could use right then and there, doing just that, she summoned for the first time since she received her new deck. Karen, like her sisters, were half asleep when the letters came asking whether they would turn into their creatures or not. Their minds weren't in the right state, and each had chosen yes, only reading what was written as they circled the answer. None of them had summoned a creature using their altered playmats.

Karen let out a groan of discomfort as a kind of numbness spread over her body. She looked down at her hands, her cards falling from her grip to land neatly on her table, as her arms became transparent, her veins, bones and various other components of her body vanishing, yet she stayed together. Karen looked at the rest of herself in a panic, seeing the rest of her body doing the same, her clothes stayed on to her gratitude, but only because they stuck fast to her new body, the slime... her slime soaking through the plain shirt she wore in moments. She reached up to her hair, feeling returning to her body now as she felt only a dozen or so tendrils of slime from the top of her head in place of her well cared for hair. With the change done, she picked up her cards again.

Her slimy fingers had no trouble gripping the pieces of thin card, nor did they become wet from her new skin. Pushing aside her horror and wonder at her new form, Karen then played an equipment card, a standard power boost that turned her creature of seven thousand power to one of ten thousand. Yami's had nine thousand, meaning Karen would be the first to cause a damage.

"I attack." She decreed and, following a new overwhelming instinct, she leapt at Yami, swiping a slime arm at her. Karen's eyes went wide as she took in the sight, Yami's magnificent breasts bared for all to see, and yet she didn't show any sign of embarrassment. Karen shook her head, lashing out with her arm, the limb stretched out and acted like a whip, making the same sound upon impact as well, though accompanied by a squelching sound as well. Yami didn't flinch, though Karen swore her face looked slightly flushed, though not in anger nor shame. With her attack over, Karen leapt back and ended her turn. Yami drew and took a deep breath, as if steadying herself.

She looked over her hand briefly, seeing the equipment card she needed.

"I equip my creature with the Legion Armour. So long as I discard one card whenever I attack, my opponent must discard one card from their hand whenever they take damage. Not only that, but if I remove a random card in my deck from the game, my attack causes two damage." Karen visibly shrunk back at this, knowing full well that a card like that shouldn't be playable so early in the game, however she said nothing, "I then equip my creature with Force of Might. This gives my creature fifteen hundred power whenever I attack, until it or this card is removed from the field." Yami didn't let Karen rest, declaring her attack and leaping at the Christian girl.

The two caught eyes and Karen froze. She could see complete and utter dominance in Yami's gaze, no remorse, no mercy, nothing but a need to make Karen see her place. The Christian girl shook the thoughts free just as Yami made her attack, aiming it at Karen's chest, or rather, her shirt, tearing it away with a single move. Karen cried out in shock and tried to cover her breasts, however Yami's next move forced her hands away, giving the gorgeous Japanese girl full view of Karen's bust, even if it was transparent and comprised of slime. Yami leapt back without a word, while Karen shook from the assault.

To her eternal gratitude her shirt returned in one piece, covering her torso once more. Still shaken by the attack, she shuddered as she chose two cards to discard, she was about to get rid of her least useful ones but then her eyes caught Yami's again, despite them being so far away. The Japanese girl shook her head and motioned to the right, where Karen held her strongest card. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she followed the instruction without thought, only realising what she had done after the fact. She took a deep breath, hoping to steady herself and began her turn.

The card she drew was definitely helpful. Her luck was turning around, she thought and played it.

"I play my Water Restraint Shield. This card prevents my opponent's creatures from gaining power due to other card effects, it also gives mine an additional two thousand power at all times, for each of my opponent's equipment cards." Karen explained, her power increasing to fourteen thousand, making her impervious to Yami's attack next turn, assuming luck stayed on her side, "And now, I attack." Karen leapt over once more and whipped Yami with one of her arms, before going back. She wasn't sure, but she swore Yami was grinning at her, like one would at a puppy playing.

Karen ended her turn with that. Yami kept her grin, drawing her card and playing a new creature, this one with a skull count of eight. She released a moan of pleasure as her breasts, hips and ass grew, gaining a couple of inches over her usual form, before turning her attention back to the game.

"I activate my creature's effect. During the turn it is summoned we can both discard two cards from our hands and then draw two, and yes it is optional." She explained, choosing two cards that were useless at the time and discarding them, while Karen held onto her's. Yami glanced over her new cards, seeing one ideal for her current situation, since her card only had six thousand power, "I equip the Double Edged Gauntlet, this card makes it so that, once per turn, every damage I take you also take, and vice versa." Yami explained, but only went on, "However if my opponent's creature has more than two times the power of mine, the effect only applies to me. This means whenever I take a damage you will too, but not the other way around." Yami then declared her attack. When she was finished, Karen took her turn.

She was pure, at least that's what she was brought up to believe. Karen never disobeyed her parents, nor her religion, and she believed it to be her duty to right any wrongs to the best of her abilities, and Yami was one of those wrongs. But if she's so wrong, then why is she so beautiful, Karen questioned her own mind, but shook the thoughts away. It's the cards, she told herself, repeating it in her mind and under her breath as she drew for her turn. With Yami's equipment in effect, attacking her was pointless with her current level of power, but that was easily remedied. Karen played a new equipment card over her Water Restraint Shield, erasing the power boost from it.

"I equip Armour of Oceans, with this in effect my creature is immune to any of your cards, however it loses two thousand power at all times." Karen explained, her creature still had more power than Yami's, and their damage would still remain even if she attacked, as such she did. With the action complete, Karen's turn ended. Yami drew but did nothing, simply attacking, causing both to take another damage. Karen took her turn, but nothing in her hand was of use at the time, every card having a skull count of five or less. She repeated Yami's action, only she noticed the foreign girl smiling from ear to ear, as if victory was in her grasp from that single added damage. And it was.

Yami drew her card, this time playing a new creature. This creature caused her body to resemble any anime enthusiasts idea of a wet dream, with breasts very nearly obscuring her navel, while her hips became twice the size of her waist, her rear accompanying the growths to resemble anyone's idea of a 'ghetto booty', at least, as far as Yami thought when she saw herself later that day. As always, nothing else changed, her height stayed at roughly six feet, her arms were still slender, her legs still long and luscious, as they had been for a very long time.

"My creature's ability activates: when I play this card, if I have five or less damage counters my opponent takes one damage, and then I can choose two equipment cards from my deck and add them to my hand," Yami explained, doing as the effect stated, before continuing, "I then activate its second ability, I can discard any number of cards from my hand, my opponent then must discard the same number. If three or more cards go to the drop zone from this effect, my creature gains four thousand power and causes two damage." Yami ditched three cards from her hand, leaving only the two equipment cards she'd added earlier. Karen did her part, leaving her with only one card left.

"I'm not done yet," Yami added, something that almost had Karen childishly stomping her feet, "I then equip Life Drain Corset," Karen wasn't certain, but she thought she heard her opponent say 'really?' under her breath, "and Final Hour Crown." Yami said, her body shimmering before her massive bosom was contained, barely, in a tight, leather corset while a large, heavily jewelled crown appeared on her head, "The corset makes it so that when I'm attacked my opponent loses one damage counter, which I then add to mine. The crown makes it so that once during either player's turn, I can cause my opponent a damage in return for losing three thousand power, however whenever I take a hit from my opponent, I take two damage." Yami explained, having knowingly put the drawback on some of the cards, so as not to draw too much attention from how overpowered they are.

"I activate my crown's effect, and then I attack." Her creature had a power of eleven thousand, enough to damage Karen, who gaped open mouthed at her enemy, even as she leapt forward and attacked. Yami's cards were far stronger than Karen would have expected... in the actual game there were very few cards with anything even resembling the level of power Yami's deck boasted. She took the damage as normal, except for one difference. After Yami did her attack, she took hold of Karen's chin, her grip gentle, almost like a caress, but the fingers held a power completely at odds with the soft hold. The small girl looked up at her.

"I'm going to win, you know that right?" Karen nodded dumbly, certain that nothing in her deck would be able to turn the tides in her favour, not only that, but even if it did, something made her hesitate to hope, "Don't worry. When you're mine, I'll open up your mind, to a whole new world of pleasure. Those sins you resent so much, they'll be your very life when I'm done." At those words, Karen regained her senses, pushing the taller girl away, looking at her in horror, but Yami merely chuckled, before leaping back. Karen drew for her turn, trying to keep her mind focused on defeating the shameless Yami, though at least she was now somewhat covered. Karen looked at the two cards in her hands.

To her happiness, and dismay, she had drawn her most powerful card. It's skull count was two, with a power of fifteen thousand as a base, and with a skill that may, or may not, be enough to turn the tables. Karen bit her lip as she looked at the card image though, it was similar to her current one, a woman made of slime. The key differences, or at least the two differences that really stood out, was the breasts, their size far greater than Karen's head, though that wasn't something too distracting when compared to the other facts. She could hardly believe the sight of a woman, again one made of slime, with four breasts. Strangely enough, that wasn't the most horrifying part of the creature.

Karen let her eyes wonder down on the image, blushing fiercely as she saw it. The creature, distinctly feminine in appearance, sported a penis easily two feet in length, based on Karen's estimation, with a sack containing two testicles, each one easily as large as bowling balls. She was hesitant to play, knowing her clothes would do a meagre job hiding the endowments, however it was her only hope to win. Taking a deep breath, Karen played the card. The change was different than last time, instead of feeling numb, Karen let out a gasp of unknown pleasure, the sensations surging through her body stronger than anything she had felt before. Through the growing pleasure, Karen felt her shirt leave her body.

She looked down at herself, gasping in horror as her breasts grew. The second pair forming quickly beneath the first, growing incredibly fast to catch up to the original. Karen couldn't hide the happiness she felt despite herself, seeing her formerly flat chest blossoming to the point that she outmatched even the most well endowed girls her age, before expanding further to make even the most shapely models envious. Her attention was so focused on her breasts, that Karen nearly missed her additional growth, however it soon grew into her view. Her gaze went from her sinful busts to the phallus growing right before her very eyes.

The shaft was mostly obscured by her expanding breasts, but the head protruded several inches beyond. Her eyes stayed locked to it, the horrifying penis soon reached its full length of two feet, the shaft looked to be twelve or thirteen inches around, the vast expanse of flesh was riddled with thick veins, each one throbbing in her unbidden arousal. Unnoticed due to her other changes, Karen felt her balls against her legs, shuddering in part disgust, and part desire. When her changes ended, she was gasping heavily, trying to keep her mind free of the impure desires raging within it. Once she had calmed down somewhat, Karen began her turn properly.

"I activate my creature's skill. My opponent's creature loses five thousand power, while mine gains that. Then, if the card's power is less than eight thousand I can choose four equipment cards from my hand, deck or drop zone and equip them to my creature, regardless of their skull counts or requirements. I choose Sword of Tides, Th-Thong of Calamity, Shield of Gales and the Storm Cloud Armour. They each give my creature an additional two thousand power, then its second skill activates. When these four cards are equipped to it, my opponent takes two damage and the effects of their equipment are nullified during my turn. I then activate its third and final skill." As Karen went on and on, Yami had to stifle a yawn.

It was amusing to see something struggle so desperately, but after a while the amusement ran dry. Yami simply wanted this over with so she could take the girl's deck, more determined than ever after seeing the new creature, however the colour drained from her already pale face as she heard the third ability.

"If I have s-s-sex with my opponent... th-they take a damage for ever orgasm they have." Karen said, barely managed to finish the sentence before hanging her head in shame. She was going to be damned for this, she knew it, however it would be no better if she lost. Karen was certain Yami would use her as a sex slave, making her do all manner of deplorable acts. With that being the case, she decided to win, even at the expense of her beliefs. Yami had clearly heard the last part, as she looked at her opponent with wide eyes, clearly perturbed by the upcoming events, or she would have been, if she didn't have a safety measure for this. Karen took a deep breath and said: "I... attack."

Before she could leap over however, Yami stopped her.

"I activate my Final Act equipment card from my deck. By reducing my damage counter to one and removing all cards in my deck, except for one, from play I can negate my opponent's attack, instead we now must make the other orgasm. Whoever cums first takes a damage." Yami explained, clearly having planned this. Karen looked at her in shock, but decided it would still be the same outcome. They met each other in the middle, with Karen instantly trying to force Yami to the floor, however the larger girl simply grinned and remained where she was.

"You don't want to fuck me, do you girl? I overheard you and your sister's that day, about how you're devout Christians. You don't want to have sex before you're married do you?" Karen hesitated in her actions, giving Yami the opening she needed. The taller girl pulled Karen in, forcing her lips directly against an erect nipple, her milk instantly spraying forth to fill the small girls mouth. Karen, in her surprise, reacted instinctively, swallowing down the mouthful. Yami felt this and grinned, knowing her opponent's fate was sealed.

Karen managed to pull away, her slimy body letting her slip out of Yami's grip. It was too late however, as she felt her body heating up all over, desire running rampant through her mind and body. Her cock throbbed powerfully, releasing a large spurt of transparent pre-cum, while Karen did her best to keep her hands from her body, struggling to hold back the moans of pleasure she felt coursing through every cell in her form. Yami went over to her and stared down at the slime futa, who tried to grab her, still hoping to win, however Yami merely grinned. Karen looked up at her eyes, seeing the taller girl's desire to cause her pain.

Yami knew Karen would never submit willingly. Even if she lost, the girl would fight to prevent Yami from putting on the collar, however, if she was pushed to the point of mentally breaking, where she recognised Yami as her true god. Karen looked up at her, fear, lust and a desire to win all present on her face, but Yami paid it no mind, instead she actually kicked the small girl in the stomach, narrowly avoiding the lower pair of breasts. Karen went flying, landing on her back with a loud grunt. She got no respite however, as Yami ran over to her, lifting her by her hair tendrils, before proceeding to throw to the ground again. Karen cried out in pain, though swore she heard something else in the sound.




Voluptus Ludum Ch. 06



Yami couldn't hold back the sadistic smile on her face. Even with her powerful magic, she was still bound by the laws of humans, as such she had refrained from indulging in her darkest desire for ever so long, but now she had the perfect opportunity to let loose. She walked over to Karen, who tried to get up and continue her own fight, but Yami didn't let her, instead she kicked the slime girl in the side of the head, sending flying several feet away. Yami walked over to her, repeating the act over and over again.

Karen couldn't take it. She just couldn't, every hit was mind shatteringly painful, but something else was there. She had no idea what it was, maybe her need to win. It was becoming more and more distinct from the repeating pain, to the point where she felt hopeful. As she was hit again and again, Karen finally realised that it wasn't her desire to win, nor was it hope building with every hit, no, it was pleasure. She felt Yami's next kick on her slime body, the act as painful as it should be, however it was tainted by spike in her pleasure as well. She wanted more, Karen thought, this time unable to shake the thought. The next blow came, this time bringing a cry of happiness from her lips.

As Yami repeated her action, she heard a sound she had not been expecting. It sounded like Karen was enjoying it. Wishing to test this, Yami simply stood where she was, her eyes on Karen who tried to get up, freezing as in anticipation of the next blow, however Yami could see her cock twitch in longing, spurting more pre-cum onto the grass. When the plain/pleasure never came, Karen looked to Yami, who stood completely still, showing no intention moving from her position.

"Aren't you... going to attack me?" Karen asked, gulping as she heard the obvious want in her voice. Yami walked over to the waiting girl, who's eyes practically shone with her delight, however the taller girl merely crouch beside her. The two looked at each other, their eyes completely opposite. Yami's were calm and cold, tinted with her enjoyment at seeing Karen's suffering, while Karen's were bright and hopeful, though not to win.

"Who do you serve?" Yami asked.

"Huh? I-I-I don't..." Karen stuttered, to which Yami stood, turning to walk away, "I mean... I serve you?" She said, her tone uncertain, but the answer clearly correct as Yami turned back around, this time kicking Karen once more, directly on her massive lower pair of breasts, sending even greater pleasure through the corrupted girl.

"Correct," Yami said, walking over to the now moaning girl, "What do you want more: Your faith in a false god, or the pain I can give you?" She asked, crouching once more and reaching out to caress Karen's face, seeing tears of obvious pain in her ecstatic eyes.

"I don't know..." Karen began, trailing off as she tried to think clearly, but Yami's presence, the promise of more pain, clouded her mind." Yami didn't wait for her to think, instead she grabbed Karen's 'hair' and threw away, displaying immense strength, when Yami was by her side once more, Karen gave her answer, "I want the pain, oh god... I need it." She gasped, as Yami raised a foot to place it on Karen's cock, crushing it under her weight and strength.

"Good girl, I can tell you're gonna be a fun pet." With that Yami pushed down with all her might, eliciting a loud scream of pure agony and bliss from Karen, who experienced her first orgasm of her entire life. Cum sprayed from her cock, the amount enough to rival a thousand prolific men. When she was finished, she looked up at Yami with submissive adoration in her eyes.

"I'll see you, my mistress." She said before the world went dark. Yami awoke in her room, with Hiroko by her side.

"Did you have fun, Mistress?" She asked, knowing Yami had won, as she always would.

"Oh, yes I did. You'll have a new playmate in three, two, one..." Exactly on time, a burst of light filled the room, before fading to reveal Karen, who knelt on the floor looking around in confusion. After the battle she must've have reverted back to normal, Yami thought and stood, heading over to the drawer that held the collars, otherwise she would still be in her slime form, she finished the thought just as she found Karen's collar and went over to the formerly pure girl.

"Hi, Karen. You'll be a good pet right?" Yami said, reaching out and putting the collar on before the girl could say or do anything in response. The moment the collar was snapped into place, Karen's body seized, before relaxing suddenly, her eyes looking to Yami.

"If you keep making me hurt, I'll die for you, Mistress." She said and Yami grinned evilly, knowing Karen was just one of many to come.

Sors Nepellus was almost appalled by what she'd seen. Puer was by her side as always, having returned from the battle, and she too was aghast at how Yami had won

"She's brutal, she could have won easily, but..." Puer stated in her shock.

"And her deck, it's far more powerful than it should be. I must have made a mistake again, though at least Emily should have an interesting opponent." Sors said, only partially interested.

"Are you sure we shouldn't alter her deck to make it less, I don't know... overwhelming?" Puer said, but Sors silently shook her head.

"I think I'll just give the remaining decks a small boost, though I'll leave Emily's. Something tells me her's won't need it." The goddess said, waving a hand dismissively. All the contestants who had yet to play gasped in shock as their decks shone with the light of a star, before returning to normal, all of their skills, power levels and appearances augmented. This should be pretty fun, she thought and leaned back in her throne, motioning for Puer to take her place. The representative straddled her goddess, pulling aside Sors' cloak to reveal her massive erection, already spewing pre-cum eagerly.



Voluptus Ludum



Emily was staring in fascination of this person. Was this what the letter meant about it being a tournament unlike any other? No, there had been plenty of championships where the players had been given unfamiliar decks to use.

"No. 4, you cannot forfeit a match. Those are the rules, now for the section of the letter that pertained to this being a tournament unlike any other. There is now only one creature slot, however there are now four equipment slots. The reason that there is only one creature slot is simple; you are now whichever creature you summon." No one said anything. It was too much to take in. The rational part of her mind wanted to believe this was some kind of joke, but the rest of her mind believed this person. Her subconscious knew this wasn't a lie.

"This is a joke right?" Rebecca spoke up, her tone thick with disbelief, "You can't actually expect us to believe that nonsense."

"We're standing above the clouds with no visible floor. We woke with no idea how we got here, and we haven't been able to leave." Emily stated, her mind explaining some of these with rational explanations, but there wasn't one for there inability to leave this place.

"Emily Ralia is correct. I take it some of you have tried to leave here, but have encountered an invisible barrier?" They all murmured yes, "This is the power of a Goddess. The power of the creator of pleasure, and the card game Voluptus Ludum; Sors Nepellus." Emily followed the example of everyone else there, and stared open mouthed at the entity. The creator was some guy called Akira Takahashi, not Sors Nepellus, but what reason was there for this entity to lie?

"The game you all love was the Goddess's way of decided who would be her consort and eventual successor. Each of you are the most powerful candidates for this. There something that you should also know; the loser of a match becomes the winner's sex slave, bound for all time to do as she says." Before anyone could question this the world turned black and they all fell to sleep.

Emily woke up with a start. Staring around she breathed a sigh of relief, it was her apartment, not some meeting in the sky, where the representative of a goddess was trying to tell them that they were in some tournament where they were the Creatures and that the loser would be the winner's sex slave, and that the one who beat all others would be the consort to the goddess of pleasure. Shrugging to herself she pulled out her deck and nearly dropped it. This wasn't her deck. She shuffled through it, often gasping at the sexualised card illustrations and effects. There was three that stood out in particular, a new type called Futa, and two equipments, one being tentacles(?!), and the other being some ability that let you breathe out pheromones, and aphrodisiacs. Still shrugging it off as a joke she pulled out her game mat and summoned a Futa type.

For several moments nothing happened then Emily felt a sharp pain in her crotch. It was strange, rather than crying out in pain, she was moaning in pleasure. She could feel a dampness spreading across her panties, as her pussy began to react to the pleasurable heat that now radiated from her every pleasure synapse. She had never felt so aroused so fast, she began to react on instinct, pulling off her jeans and then her panties. She stared down, over her 34C breasts, trying to see her wetness in the flesh. She removed her shirt and bra, seeing the nipples standing proudly, begging for attention. Her mind fought against the pleasure, trying to retain her rationality, but her lust was an unstoppable force, breaking down her defences. Her hands moved to her nipples, pinching them and kneading the firm, yet yielding flesh. Spreading her legs she felt more air brush her hyper sensitive pussy.

"Oh god, what's going on?" She moaned aloud. She moved a hand from her breast and moved it to her dripping pussy, adoring the feeling of her fingers running over her swollen clitoris and between her engorged lips. Her subconscious noted that her clit seemed larger than normal, but her pleasure addled mind couldn't recognise abnormalities, it could only recognise sexual euphoria. Her fingers brushed over her entrance, lightly penetrating herself. This brought her to new levels of pleasure.

Wanting more, she pushed a finger inside her slick walls. It wasn't enough, she needed more, more fingers inside her. Pushing in another one she curled them, scratching her g-spot and bringing a loud cry of pleasure from her mouth. She could feel an orgasm approaching and she needed it now. She pushed a third finger inside, now stretching her tight walls, and adding to the insane lust that was quickly consuming her mind. Her thumb pressed against her engorged button of pleasure, her subconscious once again noting its increased size. At the touch she felt herself clenching around her fingers, squeezing them in a reflexive need to milk the penetrating object of its semen. Her cries reached a new level as the most powerful orgasm of her life washed over her.

She felt her cum spray around her fingers. Coating her hand and widely spread thighs in her juices, while also creating a quickly growing puddle of cum on the couch and floor. Electric shocks pulsed through her entire body, forcing the orgasm to continue. During the mind blowing sensations, she failed to notice the now six inch clitoris that continued to rise into the cool air. Her mouth was opened wide, trying to scream her orgasm to the world, but no sound came, such was her pleasure. After two full minutes her climax began to fade, and she floated from the clouds of euphoria.

"That was... amazing..." She panted to herself, grinning lazily from the afterglow. All the while her clit continued to rise, becoming a monstrous member that wouldn't let her rest as soon as it finished forming.