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Tyrant Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Claire hunkered down on the snowmobile, in front of Steve, hissing through her teeth as the Antarctic chill ripped at her body. It was as if the wind was striving to dig icy little fingers into her coat, though it was not as if it was all that much protection for her. If she had planned things better, she would have worn something better suited to the dry cold – as it was, escape didn't always come with a way to clothe oneself properly.

She could be glad she had a jacket at least.

“How much further?" She shouted back to Steve, her throat raw. Even though he was close, she had to raise her voice to be heard over the din of the snowmobile. “Don't know how much fuel this thing has!"

He said something. Well, Claire thought she saw his lips moving. But she never heard what Steve said as the snow exploded before them in a shower of white, hailing down in faint, bristling powder.

She swerved violently, wrenching at the steering – yet Claire could not make the snowmobile do more than it was supposed to. The vehicle tilted at a dangerous angle, cutting through a snowdrift, juddering and rocking as she fought to regain control.

Yet there was no sense in fighting it, not as the tentacle twisted and writhed, wrenched from the ground as if it had been there all along. It sprayed snow from its glistening, grey hide and lunged for her, the tip curled like a hand, her eyes wide.

It slammed into them, knocking them viciously sideways, bodies flopping about like rag dolls. Her head bounced off the controls, but she hauled her torso back upright, a gleam of fresh blood on her forehead, blinking and dazed.

Yet the tentacle came again – that time intending to knock her out completely,

Her scream sliced through the air – and then was cut off, as if it had never been. Steve grabbed for her and the controls, cursing, but it was no use and he was not familiar with the vehicle from the Umbrella base.

“What the hell?"

Fear brought a hard edge to his voice as the tentacle smashed through the snowmobile, wrapping around it and crushing the mental, crinkling it in as if it had no more substance to it than paper. But they had never been truly meant to escape.

With the snowmobile crushed and the tentacle curling around the unconscious bodies of both Clarie and Steve, the next step was ready to move forward.

After all, Claire was needed.

*

Alexia blinked slowly as she awakened. Ah, but she had never been meant to wake up either, breathing slowly and evenly, feeling oxygen fill her lungs all over again.

How many years had it been? Her body had not wasted away in cryostasis and a rush of jubilation seeped through her, warming her body from the toes up, completely naked – but who would care about that? Something had roused her, however, and she contracted her muscles in the upright chamber, testing out everything she could as the containment chamber door hissed open.

She was not human, of course, but mutated. That was what others called it, but Alexia merely saw it as ascending to a higher status and power, her body grey-skinned with a creeping, bulging network over her left leg and right arm. To the unknowing eye, it could have looked like a chain of roots, but it was really just a deeper understanding of what made up her transformed body, a long sweep of thick hair coming down over her right eye, heavy and yet functional.

“Mmmm…"

Alexia breathed in slowly, the facility that she stepped out into in disarray, machines smashed, electricity sockets sparking, bare wires dangling. As if detached from reality, for she had never had all that much compassion in her in the first place, she looked down at her brother – her twin brother.

He gurgled, blood running from the corner of his lips, but Alfred was already gone. She stood imperiously over him.

He was weak, so very weak… Someone else may have felt something, looking down at their twin dying, but Alexia only saw opportunity, doors opened to her. It was a pity, of course, that he had died, but he would not have if he had been stronger.

“So… Who did this to you?"

She cast her senses out, heightened with her transformed, the dull roar of a snowmobile catching her attention.

Ah. So, that's where they were.

“Run, run, run," she mocked, though Claire and Steve were, evidently, too far away to hear her, even if she could hear them. “Go as fast as you can… Oh, I do so love a chase…"

Her yellow eyes gleamed, naked breasts exposed, with some of the root-like substance curling around her right tit. It did not hinder her movement in the slightest, merely evidence of her transformation, the power trembling within her body that was bristling to be let out.

Soon…

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She had plans for those two and would need them back. Someone strong enough, even against her brother, to evade capture was worth bringing back. Of course, she would need to make some modifications to her chosen victim to render them the ideal bodyguard for her.

“Ruling the world was never meant to be easy," she said with a smirk that no one saw. “But I would never remain in cryostasis forever, was I, dear brother?"

*

The tentacle curled around Claire in the underground laboratory – additional security, of course, in place, though Alexia had no fear at all of Claire escaping her grasp. That was not what she let happen, smiling as she walked up to the woman.

She was just a body like that, knocked out, unconscious.

“Farewell to your old life," Alexia said softly, a dark undertone curling through her voice. “I'm sure it was not worthwhile, regardless."

The syringe, complete with a fresh, glistening needle in her hand, boded ill for Claire, though Claire would never know what was happening, not as she slumped forward. It was far too late for her to do anything at all about it either, her jaw slack and a gleam of drool at the corner of her lips, but Alexia could take that control for her.

“My obedient champion…" Alexia said, injecting her special virus – further modified for her means – into the woman's body, easily finding a vein. “You will be my guard. Your friend, however, well…he will serve as entertainment."

Or for experiments, more accurately. Standing back, Alexia set the syringe aside and smiled at him. The man floated in a tube-like tank filled with bubbling, green liquid, an oxygen mask around his face. He didn't need more than that to survive in there, not as the machines tracked his vitals and the effects of the liquid on him.

“Unff…"

“Ah, I see you have awakened."

Alexia turned back to Clarie as she blinked, trying to lift her head, though it seemed to take a great effort of will to do so.

“Unnff… Who…" Claire forced the words out, her tongue thick and heavy in her mouth. “Who…are you?"

“You should know that already, though I have been asleep for…hm…it must be fifteen years now."

Alexia smiled and Claire stiffened, doing her best not to reel. No… No, she couldn't let the mutant see that she was getting to her.

“That means nothing to me," Claire hissed, though the tentacle tightened around her, not even allowing her to close her hands into fists. “Mmmph… Urgh… Let me out…"

“Oh," Alexia said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “I don't think I shall. I rather have something fine in mind for you…"

“I want nothing of it," Claire hissed. “You don't need me. You don't need anything. All this… You're just like Alfred, caught up in your twisted plans…"

“Oh, so you know me a little more than you seemed to let on," Alexia said pleasantly – though nothing could ever be pleasant with her. “Dear… This is my game now. And, soon, it will be my world too. You should be grateful that I am even allowing you to be a part of it."

Claire grunted and struggled, pushing back and forth against the tentacle, though it was coiled around her like the tail of a snake. It pulsed lightly and she gagged, holding down her retching the best she could.

“Urf… I'll never…give in…"

But she would. Claire, of course, did not know that she had been injected while unconscious, her skin rippling and pulsating lightly, turning a darker shade.

What is this?

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She almost didn't want to know what was happening to her, ripples of fear rolling around her heart, pulling into her lungs, even as she wheezed. Claire grunted and gasped, eyes rolling back into her head, though she had to keep going, had to keep fighting, the room dipping and twisting sickeningly around her.

The lab wavered, her vision blurring. Her fingers twitched faintly, no longer in control of her body, huffing and panting, lips parted with a sheen of saliva coating them where she was drooling slightly.

“Unff… No… No…"

Her eyes narrowed, fighting it with all her will. Her stomach roiled and leapt but it was not Claire's will as to whether it stayed where it was meant to be or not.

“Mmmph… No… Won't…"

Alexia held the woman's gaze, better able to see what was happening to her as her shoulders thickened, bulging and rippling with fresh reams of muscle. Ah, so her test subject was already in the process of becoming the perfect bodyguard. Even her hair was growing thicker and longer as more collagen was pumped into her body, the varying levels of proteins making it oddly thick and lustrous, turning a darker shade of brown-black.

“My wonderful bodyguard… You will be the best of my creations. Of course, there will be further modifications to be made to you too, if you stay by my side. But you will accept each and every one of them."

Alexia did not add that it was because Clarie didn't have a choice, watching as Claire stilled, no longer fighting, trapped by her gaze.

“Unff…"

Claire stared and stared, falling into those eyes, the two different shades capturing her. When had Alexia's hair pulled back away from that eye? She didn't care, not one bit, not as she fell and fell and fell, losing herself.

She didn't need to be found, however, not when she was being used. She had a far more potent path in life ahead of her, though it was perhaps not one that she would have chosen for herself.

More tentacles throbbed, surrounding Claire, rising on all sides, twisting and writhing. Suspended over an open area, Claire's body was at their will, Alexia smiling faintly as her lips moulded back down to a soft line, neutrally held.

“Sleep now, Claire…"

Claire slept. Or, at least, she dreamed, fire and more tentacles clamouring around her, flames leaping and dancing, though they did not scorch her or the green and grey tentacles. Her lips parted in the dreamland they had sent her to, no longer bound but not able to go anywhere either.

The tentacles throbbed and throbbed, beating as if in time with her heart. She did not know that it was growing larger and stronger, taking up more and more space in her chest, the cavity of her ribcage forced to expand to fit it all in. It pounded, sending blood around her body, organs needing more than a regular human body could ever provide.

“You're almost ready, Claire… Soon, you will be my greatest creation. Rest easy."

Claire's head lolled forward in sleep. She heard Alexia…but couldn't respond. Not aloud.

Ready… Ready for what? Ready… Let me go…

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The tentacle twisted around, the tip resting above her head, the tip brushing her hair. Though there was nothing tender about it as the gaping maw of it swallowed her up, taking her entire body down into the tentacle. However, she was not fragile, no, not as the virus mutated her body, lips moving without needing to take anymore air into her lungs.

The tentacle rippled and bulged around her, pulsating as it carried her inside it. It was as if Claire had become nothing more than a prey item inside a giant snake, though no harm would come to her there. Her clothes softly melted away, disintegrating from her form, revealing bare, darker skin, changing from anything Claire would ever have recognised in herself.

Inside the tentacle, the soft, fleshy cocoon, she was safe. She could rest there, velvety, wet innards caressing her body, smoothing over her new, tyrant form, though she was still very much in the process of transforming, not in the know.

Alexia walked by the tentacle on the outside, the largest of them cradling Claire's form while the others stood guard, a smaller nest of wriggling appendages. She took her time, for there was no rushing perfection, checking the security cameras.

While she was in charge, there would be no mistakes, no intruders. She would make sure of it.

Claire wriggled within the tentacle, the bulge of her body showing through the exterior of the tentacle. Moaning in her sleep, she twisted and turned over fitfully.

“Ah, Wesker, we meet again."

Who was that? The voices came as if from a great distance away and Claire frowned, rolling over in her fitful, transformative slumber yet again. At least she wasn't being digested in there, though the tentacle within Alexia's control could most certainly be turned to more nefarious means.

Not that Claire would find out about that. She was on the side of the one who was going to rule the world. Either way, she didn't have a choice in the matter.

She didn't know where she was, what was real and what was a dream. Yet power rolled through her body, fleshing out her muscles and pumping them up slowly as if each and every one was swelling with fresh muscle, her body taking energy from the tentacle and the slimy substance around her to fuel her transformation.

She didn't know that Alexia was talking to Wesker. But she heard the voices, filtering through the tentacle, the soft, fleshy expanse that held her close and safe and warm.

So warm…

Claire whimpered.

“I'm…surprised to see you up and well, Alexia. Especially with the T-Alexia virus…"

“Oh, do you not believe the evidence of your own eyes?" Outside the tentacle, Alexia turned in a slow circle, evidently showing off the power of her new form. “Hm… One of small mind, like yourself, likely would never have imagined I would have awakened from cryogenic sleep."

There were mutterings and mumblings, but Claire didn't absorb any of it. All she heard was Alexia's mocking laughter rolling over and over her.

Nothing else existed for her, her past life slipping away. It wouldn't be useful to her anymore, oh no. Not that life, not the one that was better cast aside.

She panted softly, throat pulsing with air dragging down through her windpipe into her lungs. The flow of her muscles bulking up pulled through her entire body, aching deeply, though it was not a kind of pain she could set aside easily at all. Neither could Claire process it, her neck aching deeply, as if there was a long line of pain tracing down either side of her spine.

“Unff…"

She trembled, her fingers hooking into claws, her nails growing longer, much longer. She didn't need fingernails, after all, no, not anymore. Her lips curved up into a smile, even though those very lips were harder and less yielding: very much not the lips that anyone would have wanted to kiss.

That was okay though. She would have someone to kiss her, but not someone that she wanted…

Claire would not know that, however, and that was alright.

The drumming of her heartbeat rang in her ears.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

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Had her heart ever felt like that before? As if it was pounding so hard, yet sending blood around her body with driving intent? She murmured in her sleep, transforming, curling her toes up and then relaxing them again, testing the new movement in her body.

In her mind, she was running, leaving cracks in the hard-packed ground behind her, arms pumping. But Claire had never run like that before, hammering the ground with her bare feet, toes digging in lightly. A groan ripped itself from her throat as she ran, launching herself across the land, a bare, red landscape that she didn't recognise.

But she didn't need to recognise it as her hair slicked back, bigger and more flowing than it had been before, coming down to the centre of her back. She powered into the run, leaning forward, knees rising and falling sharply, pumping to get her body into the frantic pace that she desperately needed.

Only… Her run came with much greater ease than it ever had before, as if it took a lot less energy just to run. She leapt, easily three storeys high, and grabbed a horde of enemies. Claire hadn't even seen where they'd come from, but it didn't matter, every one of them nameless, somewhat humanoid-shaped but only that. She just couldn't stop herself from squeezing, her fingers crushing all the way through arms and legs, their bones whispering into dust right there before her.

“Rrrrraaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!"

She bellowed, her lungs trembling with the force of air leaving her, a roar like no other streaming from her lips. Claire stomped, bringing one powerful foot down into the ground as she raised flames to burn her enemies to ashes, their screams ringing in their ears. Twisting, she hauled up a larger enemy, something squirming and thrashing that seemed to have too many legs.

It was a monster. But she, Claire, would never be a monster. She pressed harder and harder around its head, hefting it up above her head with a smirk.

“Heh… Heh, hehe…"

That chuckle didn't sound like anything that should have come from her lips, but it was alright. There was nothing there that could hurt her. In fact, nothing would ever physically hurt her ever again.

She pulled back into the tentacle, though she was comfortable there. What she had seen and felt was only a taste of her power, what the pump of fresh blood around her body, tyrant blood, could do for her.

It would come, in time. Her transformation simply had to complete itself first.

“Ah, Claire…"

Alexia… Yes, she could hear Alexia again outside the tentacle, though Claire didn't have any gauge of how much time had passed. Around her swelled throbbing, fleshy sounds, as if the wet tentacle was pulsating around her. Yet it was difficult for her to hold on to anything that was not a part of her body, her skin prickling, all the small hairs on her body falling away.

Smooth, perfect skin was left behind. A mutant – yes. But Claire would be so much more than that for Alexia.

“Don't resist this gift, Claire," Alexia said, stroking the tentacle, the indent of her fingers soaking into it lightly. “You are mine now… You will always belong to me… My beautiful seed…"

She moaned. But time passed.

The tentacle carried her and supported her body, though Claire did not know whether an hour or a day or even a week had passed. Her body had to sustain every change, after all, increasing the tensegrity of her muscles, the bounce-back effect. There was so much more to her transformation, after all, than merely growing muscle and gaining strength.

Flexibility.

Stamina.

Endurance.

Energy.

Other abilities.

Ah, but those would come later as she drifted from lucid dream to dream, Alexia humming and singing all the while to her outside the tentacle. As she went about her duties, Claire was lulled sweetly, until her awakening came.

Slowly, she awoke, though she didn't open her eyes. But she was aware of a silky, soft space that she was confined within, as if she was trapped – but she didn't feel trapped either. She felt comfortable there, as if she was being cradled in a hammock that wrapped itself all the way around her.

There was so much heat, something closing and tightening around her, squeezing up from her legs over her hips and waist and then her chest too.

“Mmmmph…"

Claire groaned, the sound soft, but it reached her ears that time. Everything was dark and she didn't need to open her eyes to see that as she was squeezed and nudged, pressed towards something that felt a little lighter, a little more open.

The tentacle trembled, ready to have her be reborn, ooze and gunge slowly secreted from the tunnel within it, in advance of Claire emerging from it too.

The maw gaped, a slow, driving gurgle rising from it as Alexia watched every moment as the massive mouth of the tentacle gaped, wider and wider and wider – wider than should have even been possible. The hot slosh of fluids spilling from it splattered to the grind as the tentacle gurgled once again and expelled the body of the newly transformed tyrant, Claire finally complete in the form Alexia deigned her to have.

“Ah, my sweet…"

Alexia smiled proudly down at Claire, the tentacle lifting a little as it pulled away. It hung open wide as it drew back, leaving a slimy, stringy trail of fluids as it broke the connection between them with a wet splatter. Closing softly behind Claire, it remained near her, ever watchful, knowing where its place was.

It was surrounded by its brethren too, though it had done its job, every one of them under the control of Alexia.

As it should have been.

Claire sat, her arms wrapped around herself, although she was not truly awake yet, her eyes still closed. Her body rang with grey and a hint of purple, though that would come through more and more as the slime dried on her, evaporating to reveal her true colour. The tentacle curled up behind Claire, watchful as it waited, hovering anxiously as if it was guarding her still.

In her human form, Alexia exhaled, lips parted. Claire… Well, what more could she say other than she was perfect?

And then Claire's consciousness returned, albeit in a new form and manner. Her human half, of course, had been tucked back and locked away by the virus, ensuring she would not have a battle of consciousnesses within her. Just another neat little nuance of the virus she had been injected with, though Alexia was a woman who would always search for perfection.

Claire groaned, tipping to the side and catching herself, her legs uncurling to come under her. Everything ached… Yet the aches seeped away softly, like water running off her skin.

Claire blinked, down on her knees. How was she there?

Something felt wrong, very wrong – but more in the sense that she was no longer sure of her own body. It was as if something was different, her fingers longer…or something like that.

She blinked again, watery, gloopy fluid clearly from her eyes as she blinked it away. It was all she could do as she came back to the present moment, finally taking a deep, full breath. Air wheezed through her lungs and she leaned back, her hands grasping her ankles, though it was not a position, not anymore, that felt challenging to her.

Strange…

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Where had she been? Had they knocked her out? Claire tried to gather some manner of understanding of what was happening to her, what was going on.

I've got to work this out.

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But everything was okay. She felt it in her soul, deep inside her, as if a sensual appearance of peace had taken up its rightful place inside her, coming to her with every deep inhalation she made. It was easy to breathe deeply without even thinking about it, taking in the moment, every second.

If everything was okay, she was okay too. She scrunched up her toes and released her ankles, settling on her knees.

The weight of everything sank into her knees, her calves, even her feet, the soles tough and unyielding. She breathed carefully, lips twitching into her smile.

Had she really been living before? Everything just…felt so easy. Had things never been that easy for her before?

“Hello, Claire."

Who said that? Carefully, she wiped off her eyes, the slick fluid not disconcerting in the slightest, though she needed to remove it to be able to see fully and clearly.

And there was a woman, not someone she recognised immediately. First, a pair of dressy, black shoes on a small heel came into view, her vision clearing with every blink of her dark eyelashes. Her gaze travelled up to a long, purple dress, though it didn't quite seem to be out of place there, not as Claire took in those long, pale legs and the rise of a pair of feminine breasts through the soft, luxurious fabric. The dress even had a little shimmer to it, though they didn't seem to be somewhere that had a great level of lighting.

That was okay.

“Arise, my dear. Oh, my beautiful servant…"

Claire stood slowly, obeying without question. She was pale and young, the woman who stood before her. In her mind, she had been expecting a man with blonde hair, someone who bore the name “Alfred," though the details of him in her mind were fuzzy and faded, like old telephone numbers that she no longer needed to keep in there.

Alexia…

Alexia was alive?

Yes, she recognised her as she was, though she didn't remember what was going on there, what had happened to her – or, at least, it did not seem important enough in Claire's mind to hold her attention for all that long. It was no more important to her than taking a bus somewhere, yet it had been a long, long time since she had used public transport of any kind.

It just wasn't needed in their world, no. Not then… Not with things as they were.

A hunter clicked up alongside Alexia, the smiling woman holding her smile for too long. Yet it was warm, even if it stretched a little too far, making her cheeks appear ever so slightly pinched.

So, Alexia was alive, definitely so. Warmth settled into the pit of her stomach.

The hunter growled, a low sound, just like a death rattle, hunkering down, curiously inspecting Claire. She didn't even flinch: how could a puny creature like that be a threat to her? She flinched briefly, though it didn't quite make sense where the thought had come from. Dimly, in the back of her mind, the deep, dark recesses…Claire thought she should have been afraid of the hunter. Maybe… But it was all fogged up and she didn't see the creature as a danger at all to her as Alexia softly stroked the hunter, running her hand over her head to the back of its neck.

She was just okay, very much so. Her body was naked and yet she merely looked down at her new, grey skin, tinted with a touch of purple, as if a richer hue was blossoming forth there.

Her human side still tried to push back, to rise in the back of her mind, to hammer its tiny, insignificant fists against the barrier that had gone up there. Though that was not something Claire needed to worry about as the virus coursed through her bloodstream, colouring every cell in her body with tainted DNA.

As she breathed, more colour flowed into her body and she took in her new body truly for the first time as Alexia allowed her the space to do so.

She's so kind.

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Once again, the thought leapt unbidden into her mind, yet it felt right there. She couldn't see Alexia as anything bad, no, just warmth and kindness, the kind of ruler she wanted above her, someone overseeing everything she did.

The deeper purple of her skin was the most evident in her hands and her feet, the extremities of her body, though Claire could not see her head and face at that time. Her hair felt stiff and long, like it was thicker but also clinging to her head more securely, unwieldy and tight where it was placed. But it was none of her concern, not in the slightest, not as she breathed in slowly and deeply, fascinated by the rise and fall of her chest.

Her breasts rose firmly, bigger than before, and Claire murmured faintly as she ran her hands over them, stroking the tender flesh.

“Oh…"

It was all so sensitive, despite her skin feeling firm and filled, as if there were more breast tissue in there than had been before. Her nipples perked up to the lightest brush of her fingers and she grunted softly, trembling in anticipation.

In that moment, she wasn't thinking about using her muscles at all, but, as far as she could see, she rather looked like a tyrant. The name leapt to her mind and that was easier for her to bear, putting a title to her body, shaking her head lightly as she stroked her hands down over her body, feeling the armoured plates where they rose. They were knotted and tight, as if they were made of organic matter, but she frankly did not understand what the complete makeup of her body was.

Her hair… She ran her hand back over it, smiling a little as she realised it was just like the armoured patches on her body, the texture the same. It was good to know that her powers of deduction and reasoning were still intact, after all, but she was herself, regardless of anything.

She turned, twisting around to look at her lower back and backside, not bothered at all by her nakedness. It would have been strange, she was sure, if she had tried to wear clothes and it didn't look like anything would fit her proportions anymore.

It wasn't just about her backside, the round shape of her glutes giving her arse a firmer rise, thick and round with muscle with a soft layer of fat over the top, just to add to the shape. It was in how her legs had lengthened too, her calves much thicker too and her thighs bulging with muscle and thick, yellow-green veins running down them.

“Mmmm…"

Why was it so good to touch herself? It was as if she couldn't follow one thought in her mind at a time, constantly distracted by new features on her body. The veins… They were everywhere! And Claire loved them all just as much, following and tracing their paths all over their body, as far as she could see and reach. Some of them even crossed across her breasts, one circling a nipple where it forked into two branches, and flicking it with the tip of a finger.

Yet Claire did not have a tip to her finger anymore, not where long, dark, hooked claws had grown. She tilted them back and forth, admiring how the light glanced off them in a deadly sheen. They were so sharp… Would they need polishing and sharpening? She wouldn't mind seeing just how swiftly she could eviscerate and disembowel her enemies, the enemies of her mistress, with them.

“Mmmm…"

Oh, she was power… She rolled her shoulders back, relishing in her strength. She was the sheer embodiment of raw power in the best of ways.

“Here… Take a good look at yourself, my creation."

Alexia presented her with a mirror – well, it was as good a reflective surface as she was going to get in the laboratory, for it was not an area created for those with vanity in mind.

But the mirror helped Claire see just a little more of herself, the crown-like crest on her head where the armoured plates reached up and over, taking the place of hair. It was strange how her mind tried to apply reason and sensations that she knew and understood from her former life to new ones that she could not have ever referred to before.

But it was okay. Everything was right with her little part of the world, her body strong and lean, rippling with functional, powerful muscle. Her buttocks were heart-shaped, more easily enjoyed with the mirror to reflect her form, and she smiled as she turned around, very much enjoying just how the veins stretched around to her upper back and the base of her neck.

“Mmm… Yes…"

She breathed deeply, expanding her ribcage with every breath. Even every single beat of her heart rang through her body more and more powerfully, as if it was trying to draw her attention to the enlarged size of the organ.

Although Claire would no longer need to eat, like a human, as a tyrant, she would still need to feed in a manner, to fuel her body. Of course, it was that fuel that Alexia would supply her with, so all was well too.

With Alexia, there was nothing to worry about.

Or was there?

Unease stirred in the pit of her stomach and she stood tall, her smile fading lightly. She was much taller than before and that was not right. Why had she changed? Why could she not remember?

Claire tried not to let her concerns show, her expression falling neutral.

“You are my greatest creation, my dear," Alexia said, leaving the hunter as she stalked around the tyrant, who stood perfectly still, in a tight circle so she could observe her from all angles. “You are the first of my seed, my wonderful concoction… Oh, there will be no end to what I can do! All with my champion at my side, my personal guard. There is not a soul who would dare lay a finger on me while you are here, with me."

Claire bared her teeth, something urging her to do so, to show off the more feral side of her nature, that desire to break bones and crush skulls urging, once again, within her. Her tongue flickered up against her sharp fangs, eyes narrowing.

“Come here…"

Claire's body jerked into action without honestly thinking of what she was doing. It was all automatic, as if she was being tugged and pulled by the strings of the puppeteer – her mistress. Yes… Yes, that was what Alexia was to her, her mistress, her commander. And there was no one she would have wanted to serve more.

That sense of wrongness, however, remained, even if Claire could not put her finger on it and could not understand why there was something in her that was out of place when everything else was exactly as it should have been.

“You are perfectly designed for me."

Claire shivered.

“Yes, mistress, I will always be with you."

She smiled again, her heart surging with adoration for her mistress. Yes… Yes, that was right – and it was much better when Alexia's lips brushed hers. The kiss deepened quickly as Alexia pressed on, turning the kiss into a hard stab of her lips, her tongue slicing between them to claim and dominate Claire's mouth.

“Mmmph!"

Claire moaned into Alexia's mouth and submitted to it, her legs quivering. How could she have so much power in her body and then be as weak as she was to her mistress? Yet that made sense too, in the fact that Alexia was the only one in the world that she should ever have been weak to.

Her surroundings no longer mattered, not then, not ever, not as Alexia demandingly ran her hands over the tyrant's body. Everything about her tyrant victim was for her to control and enjoy and, oh, it had been so long since she had taken any kind of carnal, wicked pleasure of herself. That was her right to enjoy, time after time again, and she pinched one of the tyrant's nipples, just to see her flinch.

She couldn't imagine Claire flinching like that if she was in battle, no… Not if she was fighting for her, commanding and demanding the moment in defence of her mistress. But her touch could draw a flash of strain to her, drawing on cords in her nervous system unlike anything they could have experienced without one another.

She needed more, so much more from her, her hands greedily running over Claire's body, ignoring the woman flinching and twitching. If Alexia had been paying attention at all, she would have seen just how Claire was trying to pull away from her, just how she tried her best to fight every last moment of it.

But she could not, not even if she had truly wanted to. The urge to fight was more of a pulse in the back of her mind, like the light throb of a heartbeat that didn't quite belong to her.

It was there…but it didn't have any firm root, no… Not really. So, she didn't pay it any mind as her hands landed on Alexia's hips and stroked down, admiring the lines of her body, how strong and in control of herself she was, even in a human form.

Somehow, she knew Alexia was greater than the body she was appearing to her in – but that was not up to Claire to dictate, no, not one way or the other. Her mistress would command her however she pleased and it was up to Claire to go along with it, to take every moment exactly as it came.

The pounding of her heartbeat called her on, pulse jumping at her throat. Alexia's lips felt good on hers, even though she was bent over to get down to Alexia's height in her human form – and she was never dominant about it either. No… She allowed Alexia's tongue to sweep around hers, stroking up against hers, exploring her mouth softly.

“Oh… Mmmmm… Mistress."

“Stay still for me, my sweet."

Alexia grinned, baring her teeth as she stroked down Claire's stomach and between her legs, parting them lightly, though there was no question as to whether she would get what she craved or not. It was all that she hungered for, that sweet release of sexual pleasure, and she dug her fingers between Claire's thighs into the sweet, hot treat of her pussy.

“Mmph!"

Alexia held Claire tightly to her with her fingers curled around to the back of her neck, just to keep her in place. Claire quivered and thrust, jerking up against her, though she couldn't help the moment be any more than it was, panting heavily into Claire's mouth. Eventually, Claire would learn that she didn't truly need to breathe anymore, that it only fuelled more oxygen into her body, pumping up her organs with all the elements needed to function at optimum levels.

Tentacles wrapped around Clarie as she fell back, her feet no longer even in contact with the ground. She barely even knew where she was as Alexia took her, along with the tentacles, into the master bedroom in the base, a tunnel leading off from the lab taking them straight there. It was a little feature she had added in during recent weeks, while Claire's transformation had been completing within the largest tentacle.

And it served them well as the tentacles twined around Claire and her body crawled with sensation, dragging her mind to her breasts, her arse, how the tentacles insisted on thrusting between her legs. Her pussy ached with head and she moaned – but there was a tentacle in her mouth, stuffing it full and grinding into the back of her throat.

“Mmmph-hmph!"

Claire howled, her body jerking. She could have been vertical or horizontal or at an angle, though none of it mattered, not as more tentacles curled around her limbs, spreading them all out so the tentacles and Alexia had easy access to her body.

“Oh, my creation…" Alexia breathed, in close, watching conflicting expressions cross her face, up close and personal. “You are beautiful, wonderful. Even so, you will crumble for me, as always, before me."

All Claire could do was gulp around the tentacle in her mouth, the slimy skin slick against her lips, making an increasing bulge in her throat as it worked its way down. Claire's gag reflex proved to not be all that strong anymore, which was just as well for her as another two tentacles ground between her legs, teasing back and forth through her pussy lips before taking what they craved. She didn't get a say in the matter as they pressed urgently into her pussy and anus, spreading her body open around them, stretching her to their will as if she was only fit to pull around them.

Claire moaned into the tentacle stuffing her mouth, the tentacles pounding her holes, taking her as they pleased. They were all over, everywhere, crawling over her body and forcing her to keep her legs all the way apart, her pussy wet and slick around the thick, meaty tentacle plunging into her.

And she ached for it too, gulping hard, the tentacle pulling back from her lips as she moaned, more than a little dazed. Yet Alexia was on top of her, supported by the tentacles, her dress gone – every article of clothing, in fact, gone. Her bare pussy, still in her human form, ground down against her lips and Claire leaned into it without even thinking about it. She didn't need to think about it to eat out Alexia, to sweep her tongue tenderly between the lips of her pussy to spread them open and dip her tongue into the sweetness of her passage. Her arousal came thick and fast, drooling on to her tongue, and Alexia humped languidly, using Claire's mouth as a sex toy.

“Mmmm… I see…ah…you have more skills, my dear."

Alexia trembled with power, though the brief twitches and pulls under her were nothing. Clarie could not help but submit as the tentacles cradled her, forcing her to please Alexia's pussy even as she transformed, slowly, into tyrant form.

Her muscles thickened and the knotted, armoured sections of her body fleshed up all over again, although her skin itself, just the way it was, was protection enough. She reared back with a feral groan, tongue flickering out against her sharper, more dangerous teeth, as she closed her thighs around the tyrant guard's head and neck.

A hot rush of arousal flooded Claire's mouth and she lapped increasingly eagerly, her breasts back within Alexia's tight grip, fingers digging into even the firm rebound of her flesh. She lapped and ran her tongue around Alexia's clit, though she really had not lavished it with as much attention as she should have. It was hard not to be swept up in the moment, panting, licking her lips, the trickle of Alexia's juices running from the corner of her lips and glistening on her jaw.

“Mmm…"

Alexia rose from her, panting heavily. Her eyes met Claire's and she smiled warmly.

“Ah… That is my obedient champion. I see you in there, I see your submission. I see how wonderful it is."

Claire shivered. Oh, how good the praise felt, even if her head was still spinning. It curled around her, warm and longing, though the moment was still theirs to share. She tilted a little more upright as Alexia teasingly hooked her fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and admiring the sharp fangs.

“Mmmph… Nnnggghhh…"

Claire groaned, though she didn't know what else she could do but let pleasure roll through her. Thrust after thrust clawed at her and she moaned aloud, brushing her tongue lightly against Alexia's finger. There were claws there too and she suckled on it wantonly, sweeping her tongue around and around, pulling her tongue along the length of it, though the sharp tip did not cause it any harm.

Her body was not her own and that was alright too, as long as the tentacles were there to make use of her, pounding her holes, stretching her open. She was just a vessel for Alexia and, truthful, her power was not even her own.

Everything she had and everything she was… It was all for Alexia, only for her, forever and always.

That was all she could hope for, grunting softly, letting herself drift in pleasure. Orgasm tore through her body, her pussy clenching down on a tentacle as she bucked and thrust in climax. Desire curled through her, twisting up in the pit of her stomach, yet Alexia was back on top of her, arching up to meet her mouth as she demanded her mouth please her all over again.

“Yes… Yes, my wonderful creation… Ah…"

Alexia shuddered, using her large, muscular thighs to keep her servant in place, taking her completely and utterly. With Claire's submission, there was no question whether she would rule the world or not, huffing and panting, her lips bared in a feral grin, power arcing through her.

It was everything she had ever craved – and she was just getting started!

Alexia drew away from Claire, only to let her champion slide her clawed fingers into her. Of course, the claws did not harm Alexia in the slightest, folding in together so the sharp edges pointed towards the centre of her pussy. Yet even a tyrant could be gentle when they were called on to be such under her command.

“Mmm… Make me orgasm, my guard, my champion…"

Claire shivered, her eyes half-closed, Alexia's lips on hers once more. Alexia didn't even have to do all that much to dominant her and the pounding of the tentacles made her head spin and spin and spin. It was the right place to be, however, even as her body quaked all over again, orgasm rippling through her.

Yet it was not Claire's orgasm that mattered, no. Not at all, not when she worked her clawed fingers back and forth within her pussy, twisting up against the nub of her clit, fat and fleshy, pounding with the pulse of blood around Alexia's body. She had to be pleasing, letting her mistress deepening the kiss, holding Alexia's clawed hand with her one free one.

Alexia bellowed in climax, bucking her hips up sharply and roaring, but the rush of pleasure, hot and coursing, was not to be denied. Not as she revelled in her creation, in everything she could take from the world, her power rolling through her. Her eyes flashed in orgasm, breaking the kiss only to stare lustfully into her servant's eyes, Claire's grin as wide as hers was.

Together, they were one. Alexia, of course, would forever remain in control, the more powerful of them together, but they would always be together.

Let Claire's silly little human side fight her in the back of her mind… It was not important and, frankly, it never had been. She would take what she longed for anyway.

Alexia's tentacles wound together into a makeshift bed, near the base of the master room. She had not outfitted it to be comfortable, with only some furniture to store her clothes in there so far, but that could change. Until then, the tentacles would serve, withdrawing from Claire's pussy so Alexia could tease and finger through her wetness, but leaving her backside stuffed.

After all, Alexia was not yet done with her. She had so many plans for her champion, all while they were in the privacy of the base, no one there to disturb them.

Meanwhile, Chris clung to a Harrier Jet, one of Alfred's that, of course, was stolen, racing to Antarctica. He'd known something was wrong when Claire had not returned along with Steve, though not even he could have known what foe he was racing towards, what he was trying to save.

All he could do was hope that Claire was alright, though he didn't know how she could be. In the process of escaping Alfred's mansion, he'd overheard that she'd been captured in as lucky a twist of fate as he could have wanted. The secret Umbrella base in Antarctica would not be easy to find the entrance to, though Chris did not have any other choice.

Not when it came to Claire, his sister.

Whether or not he would get there in time to recover even a brief jolt of her human reality, well… Only time would tell.