Fraud Correction
A Twisted Tale from The Dark Skies
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From town to town, village to village, people made their living. In the tattered ruins of the broken world, little settlements eek out a living worthwhile. They farm and delegate, build and aspire, and all this builds to the gathering of coin and currency to enter the world of trade. And what was most enjoyable, delectable, and fascinating about these hardy people? How easy they were to rob blind.
“Please, we don’t want any trouble!” Trembling mousy voices that all had at some point mushed together into this gelatinous sugary lump. She was almost ashamed she had let this trickery become career mundane, but at the same time it only stroked her ego to come to think that she had gotten so good at this game that she had almost gotten bored of getting exactly what she wanted.
Atop her head, two white horns glimmered in the light of the midday sun. Her pink hair was long and flowing in the windy breeze. She adjusted her tight underboob showing top, and swung her flowing cape to the side. “You know what I want~ Tribute, pathetic humans~ If you are not prepared to cast aside your humanity and offer yourself as piggy batteries for my demonic engines, then instead you must offer me your coin. For each human you wish to be spared, I expect, 50—“ She gauged her audience. Nah, I fucking have them. “No! 100! 100 Satons!”
There was a silence as the gathered villagers stared ahead blankly. But the woman with pink hair was dead serious. This was the price of appeasing a demon. The woman raised her finger and summoned a swirl of dark energy pulsing through the air. In the distance they could hear the sounds of mechanical engines flicking alive, of demons preparing their raid.
She left with a sack filled with enough coin to spare every head in that village. It was heavy, but it was a weight she only felt in her arms.
Typically the people she was scamming were scummier and had it coming. Airship trading companies that preyed on the weak and dependent, guilds with old men pilfering all the coin. But at times, Devola knew, she had to use her wits on those who would fall for it. Besides, with that much coin? She’d come around and repay them later. This was enough money to buy a cheap air ship herself and actually stop ferrying her way around.
Oh well. She had one more trip to go. She made her way back to the airship dock.
But a figure stopped her.
They were standing opposite on the road. There was this tall looking figure standing in rags. 9ft tall. Covered in flowing ragged robes, like she tore the flag of a dead nation and wrapped herself in it. Devola wasn’t impressed, tilting her head and wagging her hips in a bratty notion, implying with the curve of her neck and the perk of her brow that this stand off was rather inconvenient to her. “Can I help you?”
“Faker.” Brief, curtly spoken. The figure was not impressed with what it saw.
“Nice to meet you too?” Devola grins, running a finger over her horn. “I’m the real deal for the record. Forget whatever you heard. I’m a demon. A real ass demon…” The figure just stared, continuing to cast this judgement on Devola. Its posture set her off. She growled and raised her finger up, summoning her magic, bringing in the force of the demonic engines in the distance. “Don’t make me summon an air strike! I’ll do it! I’ll make you real scared you—”
The figure raised its arm and shot something. This black ball exploded from its arm and flew forward at mach speed. Devola was hit with a loud POP and blinding white light. When she rose from it her palm was empty and her head was hornless and her ass was tailless.
“Ouch! Ouuuch!” She tore her shirt to the side and toss it from her chest. She tore a grubby bit of technology, this ancient tech covered caterpillar looking thing the size of her fist. It was fizzling. As was the ring around her finger. Devola tore them off of her body. It left a red mark on her ring finger and between her breasts where the device had perched.
Her demon tech was ruined. Everything she used to create her scams: completely destroyed in an instant. The tall stranger just stared lifelessly ahead, its hood still hiding whatever its intent was. It was waiting for Devola’s response, gauging her like a wolf would injured cattle. Devola felt weak.
Devola rubs at the center of her chest, grumbling, trying to hide her fear beneath a warm blanket of annoyance, sweat dripping from her forehead. “EMP? Heh, alright, I’ll admit that serves me right. Yeah, I’m the one tricking the villagers. It was a pretty low scheme, even for me, but I needed the coin something fierce if I wanted to get off this rock. I’ll pay em back, and then I’ll stop pretending to be a demon, alright?”
“You will no longer need to pretend to be a demon,” The tall woman replied.
“Yeah, that’s what I just said—“ Devola couldn’t even make her point before the robed figure was suddenly lunged forward and grabbing her by shoulders. “H-hey!”
“I will uncomplicate such matters for you. Imposters will not be tolerated.” Suddenly, all those robes were flying away as the thing below was stirring. The sounds of sliding, of a slick fluid combusting and sliding open. The robes flung open and flew away from the steam bursting from this creature’s carapace.
Beneath the robes was a woman. Her body was armored head to toe in this bio organic appearing material, chitin that was smooth as latex and soft to the touch yet rigid and sharp. It was incredibly intricate yet it all came together to form the shape of a tall, bombshell woman, shaped more like a regal dominator than any typical warrior. From a flat armored chest sprouted two huge massive breasts, gushing to life and rapidly forming glowing purple tips. And from her crotch a massive flared black and purpled tipped dick emerged. Equine in shape, almost as big as Devola, and pulsing with huge purple veins of energy beneath the surface. It started out slick and smooth, polygonal and inhuman, before suddenly it bulged to life with even bumps and ridges, flaring out into more complicated human shapes as if this sharp device beneath was just a mold for the growth to form around, a skeleton to guide this demonic function.
Devola was left shocked. Even being near this thing… The heat was different. The same way warmth can be thick and hydrated with clothes drenching humidity this cock was putting off a thick aura of undeniable nerval electricity. It was like inhaling caffeine through the air. It made her skin sprout goose bumps, it made her brain undergo a medicinal haze, and it stirred her loins to the point of creaming herself. “W-what is this… that you… is what is… can’t even…” She was powerless beneath the might of this monster.
Her head was topped with two long purple horns, black at the base, more purple at the top. Her hair was flowing and highlighted with purple slashes, her eyes were pools of black with purple in the center, all three of them. Her face was covered in black armor crawling up her cheeks and purple veins gliding down her face evenly, purposefully. She had four arms, each bulging with muscle, each segmented like a puppet. Two grabbed Devola’s shoulders, two grabbed at her ass and began ripping her clothes aside. A hand grabbed her top like a handle and RIPPED it away, revealing what laid beneath, now flopping out and blushed with the artificial need.
That cock was pressed against Devola’s front. It hit her stomach and pulsed with heat. It pushed between her tits and pulsed with unbearable, scorching, skin changing heat. It pushed up through the valley and gushed out the tip into Devola’s face with that unbearable, scorching, nerve soldering heat~
She licked the tip on her own. The taste… No words for it. It skipped words, it skipped the senses. It was like eating literal thoughts, literal code, injecting right into your memory and your mind. Devola’s eyes shot open as she instantly felt it. It was like every through in her head crashed into a numb tumble. It was flown from the cart, dashed across the rocks, and didn’t feel a single thing, standing on two broken legs and walking back on the path. She licked it again. This time it had a taste. Sweet. Sickly so, but every lick lowered the sugar until she was openly sucking at the tip of this cock that was impossible to suck.
Her eyes lowered as tentacles emerged from the side of the cock and wrapped her throat, squeezing tight and encouraging. It pulsed in time with the suction of her mouth. It was so warm, so pleasant. She kept sucking, kept licking at the long slit of that demonic cock, running her hands around it, wrapping her legs over it. She pushed and she pushed…
Shlrk. Her face pushed in through the tip. The tendrils pushed her down, sliding down her body to her shoulder blades to start pushed there. Her head slipped through. She was pushed up to her ears. Inside the cock was a tube covered in feelers, grubby little drooling grabbers that eagerly slurped at her, pushing her deeper inside. She literally had nothing inside her identical to a need to struggle. The last sane part of her smiled. Something about this… is so thrilling~
I’m… I’m not going to be a human anymore~ That’s what she meant, right? Well, goodbye humanity, you never did anything for me! I wanna see… I wanna see what it’s like to be what she’s going to make me. I knew as soon as I saw her… That I was going to be hers forever.
She was placed… somewhere. It was tight and it was cramped. She was constantly being worked at and touched and squeezed. Something was pushing inside her, thick terrible tendrils that never gave her a moment of rest. Constant thrusting, constant chemicals, constant reprogramming.
Something was in hear ear, whispering, slithering, making her feel new feelings, and making her feel less old ones. She under the surgeons knife, slicing away anything that wasn’t of consequence. Life was like this an amount of time she would never venture to guess. It wasn’t merely days, it felt like at least.
She only learned where she was on the day of her rebirth.
Click clack click clack, fluid engines pulse and latex smooth components slide away and rip open like the foreign maw of some grand and terrible fish. Leviathan.
Devola emerged slobbering with black fluid. One step, then another. She was woozy, high off of an existence she can never truly explain. The black cords inside of her snapped one by one as she walked clean from where she was. She turned her eyes to watch as the demoness who absorbed her closed her front back up, the maw sealing shut, the latex smoothing over, her body becoming one clean component again.
“Mistress…” Devola said it without so much as a second thought. It came so naturally. “I feel so much better now.”
“As you should,” The demoness smiled. “Look upon yourself through what I see…” She reached out a tentacle and tapped it to Devola’s head.
Devola saw through the eyes of the other. Devola was taller, stronger now, still made to look small in comparison, but so much more than she was before. Her body was covered in black armor, her organic components still there but enhanced. Protruding from her head were two true demon horns. Between her two massive breasts, doubled in size, was a pulsing purple crystal heart. She ran her hand over it and felt the warmth.
She was truly a demon now. A genuine demon.
“What may I call you… my mistress?”
“Gwen,” the demoness replied. “My memories are not yet fully restored, so I shall use still my orphan name.”
“Mistress Gwen…~” Devola bowed onto one knee. “Thank you for sparing this one, for ascending her.” She smiles up at her, running a hand up Gwen’s thigh. “How may this one show her servitude?”
Gwen simply responded by shifting her flesh and starting to sprout that same cock again. Devola licked her lips in excitement, primed and ready to serve again.
Forever.