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Omnipocalypse

Reign of Rats I

By Von Krieger

Some predicted the world would end in fire, others in ice, yet more believed the world would be swallowed by void, or consumed by zombies, invaded by aliens.

In the end?

It turns out that everybody was right.

And wrong.

Today the world ends and a new one begins as one apocalypse battles another on the battlefield tainted by a third in a pattern repeated again and again across the globe.

The darkest horrors of human imagination crawl out of the woodwork. Have they only just arrived, or in all the chaos have they only chosen now to step out of the shadows and into the light? Lycanthrope, vampire, alien, demon, horror, and so many others.

Upon a college campus the end has come in the form of Angels seeking perfection, to put the world in its most exalted state where it will remain forevermore.

As each tiny apocalypse kicks off, the discovery of two ancient artifacts of long forgotten divinities releases their power as the world cracks, letting things from outside reality in. An opportunistic automated system, created in a universe that no longer exists many layers of existence away slips in, eager to spread its gift far and wide.

And what form shall salvation take for those poor souls doomed to such a fate?

A world that does not end in fire, nor in ice, but in rats.

And nerds.

And nerdy rats.

And ratty nerds.

And an astonishingly friendly black hole.

And the aforementioned divinities.

And also a snake.

Sssss.

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The world ended on a night just like any other. The rich and famous gather to carry out strange, eccentric parties put on by their equally strange and eccentric social groups, unaware that it will be the last. Video game fanboys waiting with rapt anticipation of the impending announcement from their favorite series, unaware that their beloved scenarios will shortly become all too real. Investigative reporters investigated reports of strange activities in strange locations, unaware that they're soon to become the strangest of them all.

And lurking within the men's room an investigation into strange energies was about to come to an end.

>>>Error_Flynn: Anything interesting happening over there?

A tiny, insignificant broadcast emanated from the cupboard that housed the restroom's garbage bins, one for paper products and one for the rest of the trash, with just enough room between them for a skinny young woman in a slightly oversized sweater.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I think the tiger is just as bored as I am, and is lacking in my social graces, as he's quite flagrantly licking himself.

>>>Error_Flynn: How do you know it's a he?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Because of what exactly he's licking.

>>>Error_Flynn: Eww.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Hot.

Emma Flynn made a disgusted face within her cramped wooden hiding place.

>>>Error_Flynn: What?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I'm kidding, Ems.

Meanwhile her partner in crime, Mei O'Malley, was a few miles away, red hair done up in an elaborate fashion, clad in a stunning daisy-yellow dress.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: So yeah, my weird energy emanations are definitely coming from either beneath or within the altar here.

>>>Error_Flynn: Bleh. So what do the energy readings say about the dingus?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Dingus?

>>>Error_Flynn: It's what Humphrey Bogart's character used as a term to refer to the Maltese Falcon in the movie of the same name.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: You and your old movies. Just say MacGuffin like everybody else.

>>>Error_Flynn: Nope. Don't want to. Don't want to accidentally summon a brightly colored fast food monster clown by mistake.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: McDonaldland is not a real place.

>>>Error_Flynn: Mei, I am currently speaking to you through alien cybernetic technology in my brain and drilling through a wall with tiny alien robots that are also controlled through aforementioned alien cybernetics in the hope of tracking down magical energy emitting artifacts whose energy fields have intermingled and are creating all kinds of weird shit.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Is that a scientific term?

>>>Error_Flynn: You have a closet full of magical items, alien technologies, and who knows what the hell else they are. I'm not ruling out McDonaldland being a real place and running afoul of The Motherfucking Grimace.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: The derpy purple gumdrop guy?

>>>Error_Flynn: No, no. This is the original one. The evil, fun-hating, milkshake-stealing four-armed bastard.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: And I don't have a closet full of whatevers! It's a vault.

>>>Error_Flynn: Which you access via some kind of dimensional fuckery with a mirror in your bedroom closet.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: It's not a closet.

>>>Error_Flynn: It's part of a closet!

The two were silent for a bit, the only sound reaching Emma's ears being the soft, steady whine of the laser drill drone slowly burning its way through the thick stone wall.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: So I've got the scans done, the dingus over here is about the size of my fist, so once you're through the wall there I'm going to need to borrow Black Bart once you're through with him.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: There's a storage closet right beneath the altar, so we can probably come up from below.

As might be expected of somebody who liked old movies to the point where their chosen username on their alien cybernetic communication network was a reference to an actor famed for his swashbuckling, Emma had named all of her little robots after pirates.

Black Bart was so-named because his namesake had perished to grapeshot, and the little spherical drone's laser drill shined with an intense shade of purple.

>>>Error_Flynn: According to my estimates, he could be through at any time now.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Great! I hope it's soon, the quicker I can get out of here the better.

>>>Error_Flynn: Why? What's up?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: It's creepy.

>>>Error_Flynn: Well that's why you're over there and I'm over here. Your family's alien thingamajig from beyond the stars merely stuffed a bunch of knowledge about how to build small pieces of technology. Unlike some lucky people who got a boost to durability, regeneration, and hard light wings, claws, and a tail.

>>>Error_Flynn: If you see something creepy, just stab it to death with your pointy butt.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I don't have a pointy butt!

>>>Error_Flynn: You can project a cat tail with a stinger on it. You have a pointy butt.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I'll show you a pointy butt!

>>>Error_Flynn: Girl, I've seen your pointy butt. It's nothing to write home about.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: But my thighs are amazing!

>>>Error_Flynn: ...okay, yeah. I'll give you that.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Anyway, it's not the sort of creepy that I can solve with stingers and claws and whatnot. I'm pretty sure that they're like... symbolically marrying that young woman over there to a hyena, and also to her dad?

>>>Error_Flynn: What in the Arkansas by way of African savannah-dwelling fuck?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: It's this weird rich people Fraternal Brotherhood of Water Buffalo meets machismo-dripping doofuses that are obsessed with both greek letters and erroneous pack animal social dynamics.

>>>Error_Flynn: Oh please tell me they're not Alpha/Beta/Omega therianthropic LARPers.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: ...I'm better off not knowing what that is, aren't I?

>>>Error_Flynn: I'm still working on a cybernetic implant that will let me selectively add or delete data from my memory. The Omegaverse is one of the first things that's going to be purged from my thinkmeats.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Blergh! Anyway, I think it's some kind of purity ball thing? Pledging to her dad to retain her... uh... "purity" until the time comes.

>>>Error_Flynn: The time comes to what?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Get married and have her husband be her new daddy.

>>>Error_Flynn: Which may be the hyena.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Which may be the hyena.

>>>Error_Flynn: Hot.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Okay, okay, you have avenged yourself. Let's move on to some other topic.

A soft peep came from the hole in the wall that flickered faintly with purple light in its depths.

>>>Error_Flynn: Black Bart says he's almost through! He's got a tiny opening, and it'll be a minute or two before the hole's wide enough to admit Mary Read and Anne Bonny and we can figure out what we're dealing with.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Great! I'll just stay here so he can pinpoint the right room to go to once he gets his little round butt over here.

>>>Error_Flynn: He's a robot, Mei, he doesn't have a butt.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: He could have a butt if you weren't a coward about it.

>>>Error_Flynn: Why would a robot need a butt?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Why wouldn't a robot need a butt?

>>>Error_Flynn: Yeah, okay, I think some kind of creepy boredom induced delirium is setting in. I'll try and hurry things up over here.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Free me, Emma. Free me from my suff... aaaaaand they just brought the hyena out of the cage on a leash and had her kiss it.

>>>Error_Flynn: No. Do not give me color commentary on whatever weird hyena erotica situation you've got going down over there. Keep it to yourself.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: With your love life this is as close to the action as you're going to get for ages.

>>>Error_Flynn: True. But while at this very moment I may be thirsty, I'm not THAT sort of thirsty.

Emma felt around in the dark for her bottle of Spurt Citrus Soda, accidentally knocking it over and setting it to rolling as she hit it with the back of her wrist rather than her fingers.

Of course this precise moment was the one where Black Bart had drilled completely through the wall, emerging into the open space on the other side.

It was also the moment when the end of the world began.

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Welcome to the System!

Your universe has had the good fortune of being integrated into the System, as without it covering the places where reality has cracked all sorts of unpleasant, undocumented monstrosities could slip in.

The well-known and widely documented monstrosities provided by the System are, on average, much safer and easier to deal with.

As a result of the cracks in your reality, wellsprings of non-native energies have begun to leak into your world and rather than allow them to build up to levels where the sudden release will cause widespread calamities, the System provides an outlet in the form of monsters and items created from these otherwise dangerous energies that are yet unknown to your world. Probably.

Your sector has been closed off and "instanced" to allow the System to slowly stabilize this section of reality before spreading outward.

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Emma noticed a momentary flash of blue before her eyes as she rapidly felt around for her sugary drink.

"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no!" she muttered to herself as the bottle rolled around out of her reach.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she finished triumphantly, several further instances of blue rapidly flashing through her vision.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Emma, what the fuck did you just do?

>>>Error_Flynn: What makes you think I did anything?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Because I can't move and I've got a weird screen overlaid on my vision about editing my appearance before the sector is reformatted?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Wasn't that week where you were stuck thinking you were a goblin enough to dissuade you from installing shady MMOs on your alien cyberware?

>>>Error_Flynn: I'm not installing anything! Let me go ask the system what my last few actions were and I'll screenshot and show you!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: You haven't renamed your AI helper yet?

>>>Error_Flynn: Why would I? It's easy to remember.

>>>Error_Flynn: System, show me my action log, please!

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User: Error_Flynn's actions undertaken with the system are as follows:

1. Attempt to assign the System Manager with the tag "ONO" as Sector000000 administrator

2. Accept the System Manager with the tag "OOO" as Sector000000 administrator

3. Be unable to take ownership of Wellspring0000000 and Wellspring0000001, due to the lack of a guild and decline to assign ownership to a known guild

4. Decline to customize auction settings, sending Wellspring0000000 and Wellspring0000001 to system auction under the default settings

5. Decline to retain Sector000000's location on the Overworld, creating an Underworld Instance

6. Decline to adjust your appearance in the Character Creation menu and imprint your current settings into your System integration

7. Decline to pick your own essence, class, and subclass for System Integration, allowing the system to assign and roll for these traits using the default tables

8. Confirm "Ratling Broodmother" as your primary Essence

9. Confirm "_DEBUG" as your class

10. Confirm "_DEBUG" as your subclass

11. Enable Sensory Streaming and Patronage

12. Limit Player access to Users with a Patron

13. Begin energy integration and engage the default manual timer for Patronage gain

14. Initiate default countdown timer for instancing and reformatting

15. Accept OmNomNomine as your patron

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>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I renamed mine Emma. So that way when I tell at least one Emma to do a thing, she'll actually listen.

>>>Error_Flynn: I DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Exactly! You not doing things is why I... hey... I feel kinda... weird?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: It kind of feels like somebody's cuddling me through a blanket?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I can't seem to turn around or move or anything because this stupid character creation screen is up.

>>>Error_Flynn: Mei, I didn't install anything and the System is telling me that I did fifteen things that I most definitely did not do!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Only fifteen? Girl, I could've sworn that your list of potential dates where you've been shot down in flames was waaaay longer than... mmph... that.

Just then Emma's drilling drone manages to widen the hole enough to send her scouts through.

>>>Error_Flynn: Well, on the bright side the drones are through.

>>>Error_Flynn: It looks like a rotunda with pillars and a central statue.

>>>Error_Flynn: There's writing in a language I don't recognize engraved on them and it looks like there's some various art on the walls. Tapestries, paintings, murals, a mosaic.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: This is probably where the college stores all the really, really bad art projects that can never see the light of... mmm... day.

>>>Error_Flynn: What are you mmming about?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I dunno. I feel... kind of nice? Warm and tingly while I'm looking through my character creation options.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Oh what the hell? Mmmph. I didn't pick those ears, Emma's Stupid Game, and I didn't pick those spots either!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I don't appreciate being locked into character creation options I didn't choose!

>>>Error_Flynn: Okay, that's a fountain in the middle. Looks like it's meant to fill up to a certain point and then spill over into four channels.

>>>Error_Flynn: Yup. They're matched perfectly to the four cardinal directions.

>>>Error_Flynn: Looks like they're covered in some kind of dried, crusty residue.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Oh c-come on game! Emma! This stupid thing suddenly changed like half of my potential customization options and locked them in!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I always go with a cat theme! I don't a-a-AAAH-appreciate being forced to play a character with a great big rat ta-AYE-il!

>>>Error_Flynn: I'm going to deploy Teach as an emergency scout to figure out what the heck is going on with you, Mei.

>>>Error_Flynn: You're being weird. And I'm pretty sure that you're moaning.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I'm not mo-OOOOH-aning! I'm paralyzed. I literally can't moan. The nice, happy warms are feeling pretty gosh darned good though.

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Phase I reskinning of Sector 0: Manrattan beginning.

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>>>Error_Flynn: What the heck? The fountain is starting to flow again.

>>>Error_Flynn: Mei, you may be right. I'm pretty sure that this fountain is like some kind of monument to bukkake.

Anne Bonny swung around the central statue, that of a winged woman in armor reaching up towards the heavens. And also gripping a rather phallic-looking object from which gouts of liquid spurted down onto her face and body, trickling or splashing down to land in the fountain below.

But the flow of fluid didn't correspond to the rise of the fountain's level.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Emma! Your game kicked me out of appearance customization entirely! I'm like some horrible rat-hyena thing! It's telling me I have "Freeform Essence," whatever that is, and that it's slowly filling up with Ratyena!

>>>Error_Flynn: Just skip it, Mei! Just skip over everything and see if that lets you move again!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: But what if my character ends up as some kind of horrible, ugly, bad to play weakling?

>>>Error_Flynn: ...do you actually want to play this game thing?

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Well, no.

>>>Error_Flynn: Then skip it!

A weird, sweet scent began to fill the air around Emma as the fountain and channels filled up with thick, glowing goop.

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Application of your Unique and Patron perks now in progress.

Applying:

-Unique Perk: Seven Sinister Saints

-Unique Subperk: Manyfold Destiny

-Patron Archvyl Meatgristle's Perk: "Phallus in Wonderland"

-Patron All-Consuming Hunger's Perk: "Hegemonic Hunger"

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Emma winced as a sudden pulse of intense sensation shot through her. The sensation dulled, but it seemed to settle into her loins

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Em... Emmie. I need you here.

The somewhat pleasant sensation quickly became one of discomfort, and then one of pain. It was like something had pushed its way out of her groin, which suddenly made her pants way too tight.

>>>Error_Flynn: I wish I could, Mei, but I'm dealing with some more of these weird pop-up window things and something going wrong in my pants!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Mmmm! I've got something going wrong in my pants too! The character creation screen has change mah... mah... muuuuh! My sex! I'm listed as a hermaphrodite!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: The silly thing is showing me with great big balls, and a huge, thick, black, bestial cock!

Emma finally managed to wrangle her pants open, sighing with relief as the feeling of tightness vanished. Only to be replaced by the feeling of the warm, sweet-scented breeze from the hole in the wall washing over her massively enlarged clit.

>>>Error_Flynn: Oh my god. Me too! Err...

>>>Error_Flynn: I don't have a character creation thing, but whatever this is is making me grow a dick!

She slipped her fingers and felt around beneath her new organ, but rather than her familiar sex, she instead found only a slightly moist divot and a pair of odd, sensitive bumps. And... what the fuck?

>>>Error_Flynn: AND IT'S GLOWING!

Not only had her lady parts undergone a revolution and joined the other side, but they'd also decided to adopt a radium green glow somehow. It was bad enough having your genitals shift on you, but having to deal with a potential radiation contaminated cock made it even worse. The disgusting thing drooled equally green, equally glowy fluids.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Emma. Emmie. I need you here. I need you with me. I need to shove my dick into your nice, tight pussy.

>>>Error_Flynn: Mei, I... uh... I don't think I have one of those anymore.

>>>Error_Flynn: If I could get over there and help you, I would.

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: I wanna fuck you so bad, Emma.

>>>Error_Flynn: Not that kind of help!

>>>AniMeiOnnaise: Please, please help me. Please come... because I need to too! I need to cum so bad, Emma.

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System Manager Ophidian Overlord Orochi has become a Patron!

Applying:

-Patron Perk: Multiheaded Multithreading

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Patron Archvyl Meatgristle has used the token granted by "Paragon Lady of Lust" to double the power of the Unique Perk: "Phallus in Wonderland."

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Corrupted Priestess of Pleasure Fantomiel Fellstar has become a Patron!

Applying:

-Fantomiel Fellstar's traits to the existing Patron Perk "Phallus in Wonderland."

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It felt like somebody took a hammer to Emma's brain, but rather than shatter into a million pieces, it felt like her brain broke cleanly into fifths, each one just as good as the original brain. Except that four new streams of consciousness weren't quite right. Just as she tried to put a finger-claw-talon-foreblade on what exactly was off about them, several trains of thought derailed from streams of consciousness that hadn't quite existed before this particular moment.

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Additional digital thought patterns and desire to transmit to the location of Party Member: Mei O'Malley detected.

Which thread of consciousness would you like to transfer?

1. The original consciousness

2. Consciousness generated to be compatible with Patron: Archvyl Meatgristle

3. Consciousness generated to be compatible with Patron: All-Consuming Hunger

4. Consciousness generated to be compatible with Patron:

Ophidian Overlord Orochi

1. Consciousness generated to be compatible with Patron: Fantomiel Fellstar

2. Two consciousnesses

3. Three consciousnesses

4. Four consciousnesses

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"Aaaaaah!" cried Emma, clutching her head.

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Transfer in progress...

Error! Player no longer qualifies for a Patron Applied Drawback due to no longer having a suitable mentality for alteration.

Target is subject to reformatting for optimal placement in Sector: Manrattan's final revision.

Applying basic details of "Star Elf" backstory to the most compatible thread of consciousness...

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And with those two windows, the previous occupant and driver of the meat vessel known as Emma Flynn was no longer present. Excised from the brain she had occupied and transferred digitally to aid her partner Mei, just as she had stated that she desired, though not in the way she expected.

So too along with Original Emma went her tiny drones and the connection she had to Mei in the first place, the now instanced nature of the "sector" moving controlled "pets" along with their owner.

"GLORY-PRAISE BE TO THE GREAT RATCKED RAT! WE SHALL KNEEL-BOW BEFORE HIS MAJESTY-RADIANCE AND SPEAK-SQUEAK HIS GOSPEL FOR GRANTING US THE WONDERFUL GIFT OF BEING ABLE TO DISCARD-DITCH THIS SHELL OF WRETCHED MAN-THING FLESH!" shouted Emma, all of a sudden hunching over and furiously stroking her new cock.

Her posture shifted again, still hunched, but the movements more stiff. "Thizz vezzel iz not optimizzzzed for combat. It iz very fragile." this different Emma buzzed, "This vessel's ovipositor is particularly small and underdeveloped. It does not seem suitable for either egglaying or implantation."

Emma ceased hunching and her body language turned confident and sexy. She ran her fingers over her glowing, growing cock with familiar expertise, rubbing and caressing it in ways that made it spew thick gouts of glowing precum.

"Oh girls, we're not going to need to worry about that. This sweet summer sausage is going to be oh so much fun once it's fully grown." the third Emma purred, going full sex kitten.

She pushed her index finger into the slit at the end, "We've been blessed with a truly divine organ. It will be whatever we need it to be, as big as we need it to be, as wide as we need it to be. It will fill and be filled with seed, taking the Essence we need to create eggs, and it will in turn be able to force those eggs into the needy soil of our lovers' wombs."

And then Emma's body language shifted once again and now she was proud, regal, elegant. She carried herself as if she were significantly larger than her five and a half foot frame would allow. She also pulled her hand away from and out of her cock as if instead of a hot, glowing sex organ between her legs, she instead had something else hot and glowing. That is to say she yanked her hand away like it was on fire.

"Wh-what?" the fourth Emma stammered, voice poshly accented, "How did I get here? Why am I a girl? Where is this? Who the bloody hell are all of you? The last thing I remember, I was in the Great Stellar Wood and... AAAH!"

There was a sudden surge in the length of their shared member, which once more spat out a thick gout of glowing green goo.

"It... it was just like this. There was a puddle of this glowing green substance! There had been reports of corruption in the Great Wood and..."

The loud Emma took over, "YES-YES! DELICIOUS CORRUPTED AND VISITS TO THE GREAT WOOD HAVE GIVEN US GREAT WOOD OF OUR OWN! SO HARD AND THROBBY AND MAKES DELICIOUS-SWEET TREATS!"

And now there was a hand back on their cock again, while the other scooped up all the glowing goo on their member with the loudest of the Emmas stuffing her fingers into their mouth, and then began to lap up the goo from the floor.

"We... we shouldn't do that! The forest! It corrupted the forest!" posh Emma prorested.

"Zzzzzzzm, consider," the buglike Emma buzzed, "It is coming from inside of us, and thus we are already corrupted as we are the source of the corruption. It should be perfectly safe for us to enjoy the delicious honey that we produce."

"But, but!" posh Emma protested, "We must maintain our pure and holy radiance!"

"Sweetie, the only way we're going to get any more radiant is if we start to glow in places that aren't our dick. Oh, hey! There they go!" added slattern Emma.

The skin upon their hands had begun to change color, taking on a pale green color that spread through her veins, which had begun to adopt the same green glow in places.

"YES-YES! DISCARD THE USEFUL FLAT-BLUNT NAILS OF THE FEATHERLESS BIPED! ALL GLORY-PRAISE TO ARCHVYL MEATGRISTLE FOR GRANTING US CLAWS!" shrieked the loud Emma, making it obvious to anybody within 100 feet (or possibly more depending on the quality of the walls) that they were growing claws.

"No! The corruption is spreading, just... just like it did then!" said the one weird Emma who actually seemed to be upset by this whole set of circumstances, rather than delighting in it or examining it with clinical detachment.

"I had sent my hyena familiar, Fiend, to sniff out the corruption ahead of me and guide me to it. He found something, but we fell out of mental contact! I found this stuff, knelt down to examine it and... oh... oh gods..."

"THE GODS OF RATLINGKING LOOK DOWN UPON US AND GRANT-GIFT US THEIR BLESSINGS!"

Their cock shuddered once again, the flesh beginning to swell at the base into a knot, and that was joined by a swelling on the opposite side of their body. It was like a big, disgusting, round zit turned gigantic. A pustule filled with glowing green goo.

The Emmas cried out in pain/pleasure as another part of their body decided to get in on the whole splattering the enclosure where they were hiding and also the trashcans with glowing gunk action.

The pustule burst as their new tail erupted from the base of their spine. Fully formed, the closer to the end the roughly textured skin of the naked tail was, the more green and glowy it became.

"I... yes... this happened to Fiend too! He... he'd been changed by the corruption into some kind of half-rat abomination!" said the forest-loving Emma with a shudder.

"I... I didn't see it until later, but the first thing I knew, he'd jumped on my back, knocking me onto my hands and knees into the goo."

While the one Emma retained control of their mouth, the others were able to seize upon the distraction of buzzkill Emma to continue to pleasure and explore their body.

The loud Emma used her new claws to tear off her jeans and panties, gleefully lubing up her fingers with their slick goo, plunging them into their tailhole.

"It was just like this. He clawed my clothes open and he slid into me and mated me right there in the muck. And then I could feel him in my mind again, and our connection was tainting me there, too! I couldn't move from the sensations as I was warped and corrupted on three fronts. And I began to change!"

Emma's clothes felt weird upon her body, as all of a sudden her proportions began to shift. Her shirt was increasingly loose and her less than ample endowment allowed her to escape the use of a bra. But down in her pants, legs got in on the action, but in the other direction.

While Emma overall seemed to be getting shorter and smaller, her legs were instead becoming thicker. The muscles growing and lengthening, her skinny frame gaining the curves that she'd long envied and desired. Her clawed feet tore through her shoes and her bones began to shift to a new configuration.

"YES-YES, GIVE US POWERFUL-SPEEDY RATLING LEGS! SUPERIOR FOR PUSHING, SUPERIOR FOR SCURRYING ON ALL FOURS!"

The green taint upon their skin had spread up to their shins and forearms, where snow-white fur began to sprout.

"I... I couldn't escape. Fiend's cock had swollen up inside of me just like this, trapping us together as he thrust into me again and again. I could feel him changing inside of me too, his manhood twisting into something to give sensations, textures that I'd never imagined..."

Their rod continued to thicken and length, looking somewhat horse-like with its length and girth and the ring in middle. The skin near the base had thickened and darkened, and their recently formed balls had swollen up to match in size, and so too were covered by a layer of soft, white fur.

"And the spines... oh the spines..."

The Emmas shuddered as their manhood began to develop cat-like spines that tugged at their hand as their frantically jerked themselves off.

"THE GREAT SHAPER-DOCTORS OF CLAN FLESHMYTH DELIGHT IN THE POTENTIAL OF THE HYENA! IT IS A DOG-CAT, IT IS A CAT-DOG, IT IS A LARGE, POWERFUL FEMALE WITH A COCK! YES-YES! IT IS ONLY NATURAL THAT RATYENAS SHOULD BE ENHANCED IN SUCH A WAY TO MAKE THEM MORE DOG-LIKE, AND ALSO CAT-LIKE, AND ALSO MORE USEFUL FOR SECURING CAPTIVE MAN-THINGS!"

"Oh gods... we fucked... we changed... he... he made me a girl. He gave me curves, he gave me breasts..."

The changes of the one Emma that hadn't just poofed up out of nowhere were mirrored in their body. Though none of them were satisfied with the results. The three "female" Emmas thought that their growing breasts were not big enough, and the Emma that had been a woodsman felt that they were too big and unnatural and longed to return to a properly masculine (and also non-corrupted) frame.

They felt their inside begin to change and shift, and they had a solid line of wriggling, surging, growing, shifting flesh running from the tip of their cock, up past it into their belly, out from their spine and down their tail. Cock and tail both continued to grow even though they already looked somewhat oversized upon their tiny increasingly ratlike body.

"Fiend came inside of me. We... we climaxed and... oh gods."

The fur had reached Emma's neck, creeping upwards around her face, saving that last aspect of humanity for last it seemed.

"THE GREAT RATCKED RAT LOOKED DOWN UPON YOUR COUPLING AND BLESS-BOOSTED IT! YOU WERE WELCOME-INITIATED INTO THE GREAT BROTHER-SISTERHOOD OF RATLINGS AS A BROODMOTHER!" the loud Emma, the one that seemed to be a cheerleader for the Rat God that had given them his patronage.

"But... but... I'm a guy!" the equally just as feminine as the other three Emmas protected.

"We're whatever we need to be to bring more sweet love into the world, hun." the most sexual of all the Emmas said, using their tongue to caress the roof of their mouth and tracing over their lips, somehow conveying the sensation of a deep kiss to their other selves.

"I'm not sure what exactly is going on, but with me here, I do know one thing." their eyes began to glow, but not with the sickly green glow of all the goo that they'd been producing, but rather a lovely, seductive shade of pink.

"We are an angel of love in all its forms. A divine being empowered by whatever heavens or hells that sponsor us given the purpose to show that love in all its forms. We will snuggle, we will suck, we will fuck, we will breed, we will birth. With anything and everything that desires us. Because that is our purpose."

"Nnn! No, no!" whimpered "male" Emma.

"GREAT RATLORD, GRANT YOUR BLESSINGS UPON US! SHOW THE UNBELIEVER AMONGST OUR SOUL-SPIRITS PROOF OF YOUR FAVOR!"

The Emmas felt their skull crack, what seemed like dark roots worming their way out of their twisted, multithreaded brain. Two of the roots began to branch in the air, taking on small points, while one grew straight from the middle of their forehead, smooth and sharp.

"WE HAVE BEEN GRANTED THE ARCHVYL'S BADGE OF FAVOR! LOOK UPON OUR HORN-ANTLERS AND WEEP WRETCHED MAN-THING, FOR IT IS OUR DESTINY TO BE A HOT, SLUTTY BROODMOTHER!"

"Mmm," the scientific buglike Emma murmured, "I hope it's eggs. I love eggs. Live births are so silly, especially when eggs from different impregnations can easily co-exist within you."

They could feel a delicious swelling deep within them, though their physical form only had their tummy take on the slightest of curves as their first clutch of eggs began to develop. Somehow "male" Emma's fertilization had transferred over.

"What! No! We... we're not even the same species! Fiend should not have been able to get me pregnant even if I had those parts!"

Bug Emma giggle-buzzed, "I have spent my time monitoring our changes. Our body is empowered on a conceptual level to attain pregnancy. If this is the power of a Ratling Broodmother, we do not even need to be penetrated to be fertilized. We need merely touch the seed of our lovers in order to take it within ourselves and turn it into progeny."

"No! No, no, no!" protested the buzzkill Emma, "I am not a female! I am not a broodmother! I am not a Ratling! I am one of the Destined Immortals of the Stars! I am Gem-Green Leaf Upon a Tide of Vengeance, I am a Star Elf man and I... AAAH!"

Elf Emma's rant was cut off in part by the bones of their face cracking, spreading out into a rodentine muzzle, and also in part of the shifting eggs inside of him moving into their birth canal.

"Yeah, shut it, Elfboy. You're just as green as the rest of us Emerald Emmas..."

"GREAT ARCHVYL MEATGRISTLE HAS A LIST OF SUGGESTIONS FOR NAMES-TERMS FOR WHICH WE WILL DUB OURSELVES! WE SHALL BE CALLED VIRMA, A COMBINATION OF VERMIN AND IRMA, WHICH COMES FROM THE GEORGIAN WORD "IREMI" MEANING DEER..."

"That's a no. We're not letting somebody who calls himself the "Ratcked Rat" pick our name. Those logs in the back of our brain state pretty clearly that we're all Emmas."

"I... mmm... I'm not!" protested Elf Emma.

"You're a fuckin' Emerald, bro. That's a green gem." stated Angel Emma.

"Mmm... no!"

"Petition to nominate that we are collectively known as Emma/Emmas to maintain continuity with our old human identity, wherever the fuck she went, and to piss off Elfboy. I vote yay."

"YES-YES!" "Affirmative." "NO!"

"Motion passes 3-1! This brings to a close the first vote of the Council of Emmas."

"I would like to make a petition that we spend all the time we can self-pleasuring. Because for some reason Elf Emma is barely capable of coherent speech when we are doing so, and that it would help his development as a part of the Council of Emmas to be able to do so."

"STUPID ELF-THING IS OVERWHELMED BY THE SUPERIOR SENSATION-FEELINGS OF FEMALE SEX ORGANS! LAUGH AT THE FEEBLE BOY-THING WHO HAS NEVER KNOWN THE DELICIOUS-DELIGHTFULNESS OF PROPER CLIMAX, YES-YES!"

"My in-depth analysis of our biology has shown that we do retain the traces of several systems and subsystems not normally present in Ratling biology that are instead commonly found amidst Employee-Spawn of Hegemonic Hunger LLC."

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User: Bug_Emma has shared "Hivemother.dna," "Broodwhore.dna," and "Hatchery.dna" with User: RAT_EMMA and User: St._Emma.

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"Oh that's going to be fun!"

"PUSH! PUSH HARDER ELF-BUG-ANGEL-THINGS! LET US FULFILL OUR PRIDE-PURPOSE TO BREED-BIRTH MORE FOR THE GLORY OF RATLINGKIND!"

"What? N-no! No! I don't want... want... WANT... WAAAAA!"

And then the first of Emma's Ratyena eggs pushed down out of her womb and out into her mutated psuedopenis, the girth of the egg incredibly obvious as it stretched her wide.

Their body tensed and the fully transformed Council of Emmas felt their first orgasm as a Ratling Broodmother, the bliss of egglaying further enhanced by the most minor of improvements from a race of ravenous insectoids.

The football-sized globe tumbled gently into their awaiting arms, but the passage of the egg had somehow acted like a cork, backing up the fluid and pressure of their arousal and climax and then allowing it to release in a titanic spurt.

Elf Emma was completely overwhelmed by the sensation of what seemed like gallons of glowing green goo and equally luminescent pearly white cum surging out of them, and the other three Emmas were rendered mute by the sheer bliss of their first shared climax.

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Phase I Sector Reformatting complete!

Preceding to Phase II in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

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But the Emmas were in no position to pay attention to glowy blue windows as their second egg emerged into the world with a geyser of sticky, corrupting goo just as large and impossible as the first.

Nor did they notice the black collar forming around their neck, a rat-shaped crystalline charm (glowing green of course) dangling from it by the tail.

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House Konker's Daughters of Fellstar Conduct Collar online...

Applying settings:

-Broodmother

-Couratesan

Populating database...

Creating mandates...

Assigning tasks...

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Quest: I Cannot Self-Impregnate

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The momentary drum beat that the Original Emma would have recognized from the killer robot movie that the quest name had been adapted from joined the pile of things that went unnoticed as well.

But once the Emmas' corrupted ratling-with-a-slight-dash-of-bug body was done with the throes of climax from their first clutch, they would certainly notice their new attire and new quest and be compelled to comply and carry out the task given to them.

Well... maybe not immediately.

They had to get Elfboy Emma used to talking during sex, after all.