Desolation: The Visitor
#1 of Desolation
Desolation: The Visitor
By Von Krieger
Yuriko moaned as she put her wait upon her wounded leg once more, despite the unnaturally accelerated rate that he body healed, as well as the painkillers her cybernetic additions were pumping into her, the gaping hole in the flesh of her calf felt like white hot agony every time she took a step.
The soldier could not possibly imagine what the poisoned sting of the monstrosity she'd battled would feel like to an un-enhanced individual. She deeply regretted accepting the task of exploring the strange new world that stolen dimensional transport technology had brought her to.
She had faced the best metahumans that the forces that opposed her master could offer, she had bested them, from the day she had been born, Yuriko had always excelled, always been the best. Perfect grades, military commendations, or at least the implanted memories of such.
Yuriko was one of about three dozen individuals genetically engineered, her growth accelerated, false memories psychically implanted to give her a background and knowledge, making her and her sisters the perfect soldiers to serve the organization.
Her immune system, her reflexes, her senses, all of them had been enhanced beyond the measure of mundane humans. It did not matter to Yuriko that her past was a lie, she was proud of her service to the organization and to its leader. As a reward for being one of its top operatives, she had been allowed to undergo the procedures to make her an even greater warrior, the addition of the cybernetic limbs that adorned her back.
Without it and the biomechanical additions added to her to support the grafts' weight and to be able to control them, Yuriko would have perished some time ago. Of the four additional appendages, she was using one of them to serve in place of her wounded leg, the slightest jostling of which sent it into agonized spasms.
The harsh sun blasted down upon her, and upon the barren, rocky landscape. Her vision had long since blurred into uselessness, the fire control system for the energy weapons concealed in the spidery limbs that jutted from her back now her only guide, the monochromatic display overriding the information of her optic nerves.
She needed food, she needed water, and she needed a place to rest. She shouldn't sleep, though she was becoming increasingly drowsy. She should've shot her leg off before the poison had a chance to spread, not merely using the overheated blaster in one of her claws to cauterize the wound.
Yuriko could see that she was in some sort of former stronghold of civilization, she could feel the concrete that her clawed cyber-limb dug into to help support her, she could see the outline of ruined buildings, the computer contained within the carapace of the backpack-like cybernetic graft assessing each for snipers.
Craving shade, she hobbled to one of them, cut out of the side of a rocky bluff. It was shaped like a massive vault door, and it had been welded shut. Her cybernetics could tell that there was a variance in temperature, shifting over to thermal to read it.
The words warned her to keep away, that there was radiation inside. But her own Geiger counter told her that the outside environment was also highly radioactive, it had showed high readings since she had arrived.
She gritted her teeth and triggered another device, one that she was loath to use. With the sound of a rising trill, Yuriko teleported to the other side of the vault door, hearing the faint thunder that resulted from the sudden lack of matter where she had been moments before.
Her Geiger counter told her that the radiation was low here, but something else seemed to have taken the place of the unpleasant rads; some strange sort of ambient energy, not quite radiation, but not quite any of the magical forces that she had encountered as part of the organization.
There was no light and little differential in heat, but her carapace also had variations of RADAR and SONAR built in, all powered from the small nuclear battery concealed within.
Radiation resistance had also been granted to her through genetic engineering, as well as additional processes to allow her body to function optimally with a football sized nuclear reactor grafted to her back.
Yuriko shuddered as she felt a hot pulse surge through her, the nanites in her bloodstream activating dormant genes that had been spliced into her for potential later use. This particular gene sequence had been isolated and improved upon by a massive, immoral corporation that had no qualms about selling it to the organization. It boosted her radiation resistance to a point where rather than be harmed by it, it would allow her to thrive.
She sighed softly as the pain began to finally fade from her leg, her body sucking in the radiation and using the energy to heal herself. Her vision clearing, she made her way deeper into her refuge, seeking out the food and drink she knew her body would crave within short order.
She would be ravenous the moment her adrenaline wore off, the nanites and her healing both required raw materials, and Yuriko had little in the way of body fat.
Still using one of her cybernetic limbs as a makeshift leg, the sharp claw spread wide, as piercing the floor here could end in disaster. The remaining three limbs were put to use, the red-blue-white glow from the energy cannons concealed within each claw, running their test cycles, served as a light source in the pitch black vault.
Looking around the entry tunnel Yuriko found evidence of past campfires, of sand, and of leaf litter from the small, skinny, sickly trees and shrubs that found shelter from the sun within the shadows of the ruined buildings and the rocky cliff face.
Yuriko's wound still burned, the sensation spread out over her entire leg rather than merely confined to the gaping rent. She still had no idea of the true extent of the damage; the giant scorpion's stinger had pierced her armor, the blood flow concealing the wound.
She hadn't seen the stinger itself, but if the wound was as big as the gap in her armor, it was terribly large; the size of a half dollar, there was no telling how deep. She had experienced terrible and dire wounds before, her body bearing the scars of injuries that upon a normal human being would have killed them twice over.
Yet she was proud that she carried a dozen such scars, reminders from her battles with the most powerful beings and creatures her world had to offer. Such power that her world looked to others, some factions, like her own, seeking to becoming master of new realms devoid of such high-powered defenders.
It was why she had been sent through the dimensional portal, to scout this version of Earth, to see if it would be suitable for the organization to take and rule as her master saw fit. So far there had been no dangers that would prove to even slow a half dozen elite agents like herself, she had taken three of the scorpion's legs during the battle, and if her armor had held, or if she had been able to network her carapace's targeting system with that of a comrade, her keen reflexes would have allowed her to evade the deadly sting.
She moved deeper into the vault, finding the entrance area to be some sort of vehicle depot, a few trucks, motorcycles, and light tanks were identified by her carapace's recognition system, variations of designs that were state of the art, not even to prototype stage yet.
Yuriko made a note to check them later for schematics, as the vehicles looked to be several decades more advanced than her own world's mundane military. As she ventured further into the hidden depot the devices within her implants able to detect energies of a magical nature showed the readings continuing to climb.
The deeper she went into the base, the greater the energy, the less her leg ached. Within a few minutes she was truly walking again and had found a few rooms with beds in them. She entered one of the rooms, which had recessed bunk beds in three walls surrounding a central bank of dressers and lockers, as well as a small, two-person table with a pair of stools.
The covering of dust on the floor told her that no one had come this far into the base in years, perhaps decades. There was no hope of finding anything fresh, but as it looked like the place was meant to survive a nuclear war, there would likely be canned goods that were still preserved.
W few more minutes of exploring and she found herself with a mess hall, the kitchens attached by doorways and serving counters, allowing Yuriko easy access.
She found herself feeling quite present, a little euphoric, likely due to the massive amount of painkillers that had flooded her system. Under the lavender light of her four improvised torches, she discovered shelves upon shelves of canned and vacuum sealed food.
No stranger to rations and the like, Yuriko began stuffing meal bars into the pockets of her flak vest, as well as dumping more into a small canvas sack she had liberated from the belt of a sorcerer from her home dimension, it was much bigger on the inside than the outside.
She took a deep breath of the stale air and sighed happily, unwrapping a bar and taking large bites out of it as she went, enjoying the taste of the dried meat. One of her genetic boosters had contained genes from a rare subspecies of snow leopard, allowing for improved insulation against the cold. A few additional genes had come with it, adding tan rosettes to Yuriko's skin, putting a bit of a point to her teeth, and nudging her meal preferences towards having lots and lots of meat.
She returned to the barracks with her meal, grumbling to herself. She'd been an idiot, fogged by pain and heat. She had a tendency to toss things in her magic pouch and forget about them, picturing a can of soda and a bottle of water in her mind, she reached into the sack, grinning as her gloved hand gripping something cylindrical.
In total she had several weeks' worth of water all together between forgotten and half-finished bottles of water, as well as a dozen cans of her favorite cola. She had enough to last her for quite some time, even if she couldn't find fresh water before returning to her entry point to be picked up in a month's time.
Using the inhuman might of her cybernetic limbs, Yuriko shoved the lockers and dressers up against the door, which opened inward. She would be quite safe and secure in her little hidey-hole while she rested.
Even though all signs pointed to nothing being in the base, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
With a contented sigh Yuriko tugged the top cover off of one of the beds, careful not to send the dust into the air. She set it aside and gathered several blankets and pillows, still in protective plastic cases in the dresser drawers.
With great relief she began to strip off her armor. Its own self-repair nanites would work on the damage it had taken from her battle with the scorpion. But Yuriko's own weren't nearly as efficient, so she would have to bandage her wound until it healed naturally overnight.
She wanted to be sure that no shards of armor had become embedded within the wound. Her body would quickly encapsulate them and push them out, but muscle movements always felt funny when she had lead fragments or something of the like working their way out.
But to her surprise she didn't find the wound, only the normal, perfectly smooth skin without even a scar. Must be the rad-absorption ability that she'd had activate. Very, very effective.
She set her carapace to sift through the data and estimate her healing capabilities, if they were good enough she could dump a few of the least comfortable pieces of her armor to increase her mobility.
Finding ways to further enhance her combat capabilities was something that Yuriko greatly enjoyed. Her memories, real and artificial, drove her to push herself, to excel, to be the best she could be. Someday she hoped she could defeat her master in one on one combat, to prove herself to be the greatest creation the organization had ever produced.
After having filled her belly she stretched out, lying on her side, as the grafted backpack did not allow for comfortable laying on her back, pulling the covers over herself as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
-o-
Yuriko awoke in the morning feeling more rested than she could ever remember feeling. Each breath into her chest came with ease, the faint pressure in her head from the allergies that even genetic engineering couldn't eliminate had vanished, and her entire body felt the gentle ache of the servitor lust.
That was Yuriko's term for it, a trait that had been added into herself and the other clone soldiers; a feel of sexual satisfaction upon following the orders of the organization. It was not the minor twinge Yuriko felt before and after exercising, keeping organization property in peak condition, nor was it the climax-fueling throb experienced after getting away safely from a job well done.
It was something in between, stronger than obeying orders from a superior, but less than the sensations felt when she was in her master's presence. She'd felt this level a few times, but it was a drawn out, sustained feeling that often lasted for weeks. The sensation that rewarded her and her sisters whenever they sacrifice for the organization, most often when they traded away bits and pieces of their humanity to become better soldiers.
Cybernetic implants, grafts of magically altered, reanimated, or preserved tissue, injections of new serums intended to alter DNA into something better than human, the bonding with an alien creature to create a gestalt being, to take on an ancient demonic spirit to gain forbidden knowledge, or any of a hundred other acts that the organization would perform upon members to grant greater power.
Was the activation of the radiation absorbing genome really worth the intense satisfaction Yuriko felt? She felt great regardless, which was its own reward. She yawned and stretched, tearing clothes that were already strained to their breaking point by her powerful body.
Yuriko looked down at herself with confusion and awe, or at least she did once she moved off the bunk and onto the floor, her sudden increase in height made sitting on the bed impossible.
"Wh-what?!" she murmured, looking down at her grey skinned frame. Her well-muscled frame had grown even thicker, her build was wrong. Her enlarged muscles weren't the bodybuilder type with every muscle defined, but rather the thick, solid slabs of working muscle and the definition patterns were not purely those of a female.
Though her frame was clearly feminine, her musculature looked somewhere in between male and female. Her carapace calculated a 45 percent increase in muscle mass in ratio to the same build she would have had at her new height.
Yuriko was a good two feet taller than she had been when she had gone to sleep, already tall for a woman, she was absolutely gigantic now, freakishly so. Though then again she was a metahumans, and she was not outside the range in that particular subset of humanity by any means.
Due to her intense workouts, Yuriko's breasts had always been smaller than they ought to have been, but paradoxically instead of being reduced with her increased muscle mass, they had grown. Not merely large, they were the sort of massive orbs that she would expect to see on the sluttiest of superheroines in skimpy, flesh-revealing outfits.
She was rather horrified at the sight, not only would they have to construct armor specially for her, but she would be seen as some sort of sex object despite her powerful build, reputation, and fearsome warrior ways.
The soldier gripped her new additions with lightly clawed hands, fuller lips parting in a delighted moan as she explored her enhanced bust. Hecate's dagger, were they ever sensitive.
Yuriko lay back in bed, closing her eyes, letting her carapace report the further changes to her body as she reveled in her new additions, her caresses multiplying the pleasure of the servitor lust.
No wonder she was feeling it so strongly, her strength and stamina had been boosted into the mid-ranged metahumans levels. Her skin and muscles were also incredibly resilient, not as much as her armor, but enough to where small arms fire would only cause minor bruising and she would've have to worry about some punk with a knife getting in a lucky shot if she were unarmored.
Her senses of smell and hearing had improved as well, though not without alteration. Her ears had grown larger and changed shape, the carapace's scans showed them as somewhat triangular and elongated, almost elven, but a bit wider, almost like they were halfway between a human and a cat.
How very fitting, as it seemed that her alteration was also enhancing and co-opting genetic traits that had been suppressed from the addition of snow leopard DNA. Her face had pressed forward slightly, not quite a muzzle, but on its way. Her canine teeth had grown larger, and the carapace told her they were still in the process of growing, albeit slower than when she had been asleep.
The faint rosettes that had dotted her skin before were no longer so faint; they were pure black now, standing out upon her pale grey flesh. While it was unexpected, surprising, and unwanted, Yuriko did not mind her altered form at all. She was willing to give up everything for the organization, and in this strengthened shape she would become an even greater asset.
Her panties had stood up much better than the rest of her clothing had, so Yuriko kept them on as she slipped a hand into them, content to enjoy the side effects of her transformation.
The merest brush of fingertips over her puffy, slightly swollen loins made Yuriko moan and buck, her breasts were not the only thing that had increased in sensitivity. Her sex had altered in shape; her tunnel was no longer projected by folds of skin, but opened directly out into the world, flanked by an oval of puffy, raised flesh. Powerful muscles held her inner sex closed, opening only slightly as she shoved her fingers inside.
Her inner walls gripped the intruding fingers tight, tugging on them, coaxing them deeper and deeper into her slit. Yuriko crammed more and more of her hand into her aching pussy until she was fisting herself. She pushed her fist deeper and deeper, finding that she the full sensations of her enhanced sensitivity went all the way up, a definite improvement over the 'off the shelf' model of the female sex that she'd had before.
Of all the improvements the organization could have made to that particular portion of anatomy, Yuriko had long since bemoaned the fact that none of the scientists involved within the project had improved upon her loins as they had her mind and muscles. Either because they did not find it important or that some prude in a position of power had put the kibosh on it.
Her carapace advised her to explore the surroundings so that she could find raw materials that her carapace's nanites system could use to improve itself. Much like Yuriko her cybernetic grafts were under constant revision, constant improvement. With her larger, more powerful frame, her biomechanical backpack could be altered. There were dozens, perhaps hundreds, of designs within her carapace's memory core, revisions made from the pack's designers upon learning of successes and failures, as well as ideas that never came to fruition due to limitations of space or cost.
She told her carapace to review previous scans of her journey so far, no sense on wasting time roaming aimlessly around the base if it managed to find acceptable materials beforehand.
Yuriko's mental training allowed her to separate the sensations of the body from intruding upon her thoughts, allowing her to think clearly when wracked with incredibly intense pain, or as she was feeling now, wondrous pleasure.
She inventoried what she knew she had in her magic pouch, as well as what was available from her uniform and armor. Her armor was adjustable, but almost none of it would fit her enlarged frame, there was not that much variation in hardly anything. Only the flak vest she wore could be able to be worn at the moment. In order to accommodate her carapace, it had been split in half, buckles attaching it to the side of her graft.
Even with the straps and such at their largest, Yuriko would be unable to close it. She had a few simple articles of clothing made of unstable molecules, allowing for them to stretch, covering her body, but they were simple things, a halter top and a pair of short shorts. Not a uniform, but acceptable.
Yuriko was coaxed out of her planning by the urges of her flesh, not merely her lust and pleasure, but a rising hunger within her. So much mass had to come from somewhere, the energy aura that surrounded every metahumans could only provide so much before becoming depleted, Yuriko would need to eat soon, and eat plentifully.
Unable to stop herself, the soldier let out an intense moan of lust, her body beginning to long for, as it always did during prolong periods of servitor lust, for the caress of another, to be satiated by flesh not her own.
But her own touch was good enough for now, as she did not have a fellow clone nearby as she usually did, allowing both to satisfy their intense desire, creating emotional bonds to one another, and by extension, to the organization.
Yuriko's climactic cry that soon followed likely shook the walls all the way to the surface, a torrent of lubricating fluid pouring forth from her, soaking her hand, her panties, and the bed.
Yuriko panted, recovering from the most powerful climax of her life, hunger blossoming in her belly and in her loins, still craving attention. She smiled as her carapace returned results of its log searching.
The giant scorpion she had fought sported a heavy, chitinous exoskeleton with properties superior to the performance of her own armor as well as the metals of her grafts. Over the span of several hours in close contact, her carapace's nanites could reconstruct her grafts using a super-material derived from the skin of the foe that made this all possible.
Yuriko giggled, she really ought to be thankful for the scorpion's sting, which had made all this possible. She began gathering her clothes. She would go out immediately and hunt the scorpion. It was wounded, after all, and she had damaged it greatly as she had been before.
Improved as she was, the scorpion would be a much lesser dangerous foe. It had only been dangerous because of its venom, and even though she was likely immune now, Yuriko was not interested in taking any chances. As mighty as she was, she could probably rip the creature's tail right off.
She dressed quickly, admiring the way the grey-black fabric clung to her every curve, accentuating it, making her appear like some sort of muscled goddess with a dual portfolio of sex and war.
Donning her vest, Yuriko teleported out into the hallway and broke out into a run, hungry, eager to hunt, eager to take her revenge on the beast that had bested her the previous evening. Vengeance would be hers, and her grafts would become trophies of her victory over the most terrible creature this wasteland of a world had to offer.
-o-
Yuriko sat happily in the mess that had once been a giant scorpion, not minding the fact her body was splattered with the internal fluids of the massive arachnid.
Behind her was a pile of prepared pieces of scorpion chitin, the flesh singed off of them by low power blasts from her energy cannons. In front of her was a roaring fire, over which chunks of delicious scorpion meat cooked.
It was an intense, visceral feeling, the sensation of a hunt completed, a predator devouring her prey. She gnawed on a leg she had roasted over the fire, her large canines allowed her to crack the tough carapace and get at the meat inside.
The harsh sun no longer bothered her, and she had a goodly supply of water within her pouch. Yuriko wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been eating, but her body commanded her to continue, to consume more to restore what was lost during her transformation.
The conversion process for her upgrade was slow; the nanites from her carapace seemed to be waiting on something before they acted. Yuriko didn't mind, she was enjoying her meal.
She continued to eat until she no longer felt the compulsion, the sun beginning to sink down to the horizon.
She wanted her carapace reconstruction to be complete, but she also didn't want to be out at night. If there were giant scorpions, there could very well be giant carnivorous, blood sucking moths, or something of the like.
Her carapace calculated how much of the chitin would be needed, an amount that Yuriko could easily carry. She picked up a bit more than what was needed, making her way back to the bunker with a rapid series of teleportation hops.
With the materials secured, herself secured, and her belly full, Yuriko sought to get more comfortable. She was covered in bug gunk, and though the servitor lust had dimmed while she was working, now that she was no longer carrying out a specific objective that required concentration, her altered loins began to ache for attention.
It was rather ridiculous; her skin tight shorts clung to her nethers outlining every curve and swell of her sex. It looked more like a rubber sex toy than a real vagina. Yuriko was almost positive that it had changed somewhat since the morning; she didn't recall her clitoris being quite that large and prominent.
She had found a communal shower near where she'd slept; she'd also tested to make sure that the water did flow. It was lukewarm and had a bit of a mineral smell, but it was better than nothing.
She also had her own soap, shampoo, and conditioner, once more unthinkingly stuffed into her pouch when she used it as luggage when traveling. It would probably be a good idea to go through the contents of the pouch entirely and have her carapace monitor what she put in, to keep stock of what Yuriko carried with her. It would improve her efficiency and likely reveal herself to be a bit of a packrat.
She entered the shower area, and just as she was about to set down her burden of chitin, it suddenly turned to dust in her hands, as apparently her carapace had decided that whatever condition it required to begin to process had been met.
Yuriko cried out and staggered, crashing into a bank of lockers as her arousal jumped several levels. She tore away her clothes and tossed them aside, pawing at her tits and cunny as she stumbled into a shower alcove.
She had to turn on the water with one of her cybernetic limbs, rather than one of her hands. She couldn't stop, couldn't stop pleasuring herself even for a moment. She struggled with her desire, the magnitude of it greater than anything she had felt before. Her carapace said there was nothing wrong, that it was part of the process, but Yuriko wasn't sure she believed that.
After all, what would possibly be grander than being within the presence of her master? Save perhaps for a touch; a clap on the shoulder, a shaking of her hand, some small token of one-on-one congratulation that would later send her into a fit of sheer ecstasy when it was appropriate.
But this? This seemed to be too much of a reward, almost a punishment. Yuriko longed for sex, craved sex, desired sex, not with herself but with anyone, anything that happened along. She'd felt a similar sensation before, but it had been independent, on its own, divorced from her servitor lust. It hadn't been a part of her programming, and thus easily overcome.
An odd feeling of numbness had begun to creep into Yuriko, a cold chill spreading outward from her carapace. But the coolness was no competition for the heat that burned within her. Ignoring penetration, Yuriko rubbed frantically at her clit, the nub sending bolts of pleasure through her with each caress.
As the water washed away the dust of chitin that covered Yuriko, washed away the blood, ooze, and ichor that covered her. Yuriko clenched her eyes shut, concentrating on slaking the incredible lust that suffused every fiber of her being. She was climaxing rapidly, if you could call it that. Her pleasure kept surging upward, a thick fluid pouring from her sex with each peak, the flow ceasing, her pleasure declining, only to spike again a few moments later.
She wanted to stop, she needed to stop, but Yuriko could not block out the need, to banish the pleasure that drove her to orgasm again and again, only making her body crave more.
The soldier could only look on from the confines of her mind as her body fucked itself silly. She couldn't regain control, she could distance herself from it, however, letting her flesh enjoy itself while the portions of her mind enhanced by cybernetics worked to identify the problem.
She commanded her carapace to run diagnostics, to inform her of what was happening, what was causing this incredible lust, this near animalistic feeling of heat and need, her body begging to be fucked.
Her carapace now came back with an answer: Loyalty and Enhancement Gratification, Grade II. That was what it called the sensation she felt as a reward for allowing herself to be altered to better serve the organization, but there had never been a second grade, there was only the base scale.
Not true, her carapace told her, she had allowed for the selection of upgrades based on the current circumstances, the increased scale of the LEG system being one of the new systems that was being applied.
She wanted it turned off; she begged it to be turned off, but the carapace computer refused. The LEG reward system was a built in part of her physiology; this was merely an upgrade to it. Her carapace could not remove key systems utilized in Yuriko's design, after all.
But if she was getting essentially a second dose for upgrades, what was being upgraded? The last time she had her carapace redone, she hadn't been subjected to the lust. It wasn't quite...
"Oh goddess, oh no..." Yuriko whispered, seeing the diagrams in her mind. She'd forgotten, forgotten that they had needed to make many modifications to her body in order to make the carapace system work fully. In allowing it to grow to optimum efficiency, in providing more than the necessary raw materials Yuriko had allowed her graft to reach a level where he body, altered and enhanced as it was, would be unable to support the new alterations.
Instead of improving itself to where it would be optimal for Yuriko's new form, the carapace was instead altering her form in order to support its maximum strength and capacity.
"No..." Yuriko whispered, tears leaking from her eyes. Her hands no longer needed to stimulate her body, responding to her distress the carapace directly stimulated the proper portions of her brain, coaxing her into obedience, forcing her to enjoy the transformation.
With Yuriko's increased height and build, the original carapace looked small and out of place upon her back. No longer, as it slowly began to grow, transforming from its state of pure black metal that sent back a deep emerald reflection, to some other sort of substance. Not metal and not flesh; a bio-metallic substance better than all but the strongest of metals could create. Inobtainium, Orichalcum, Impervium, Ur-Metal, Adamant, those were the only metals that could pierce her carapace now.
But rather than grow outward, to retain its shape and scale, the carapace merely grew broader, growing to fit the contours of her back and then beyond. Yuriko could see the blue-black bio-metal creeping forward onto her shoulders, bonding with her skin deeper than her carapace had before.
Her cybernetic graft was truly becoming a carapace, a hard, outer skin. Yuriko felt muscle and bone shift, the reinforcements created for her comparatively frail human frame to support the weight of the entire carapace system no longer needed. Not merely because she was stronger, but because soon it would no longer be a graft.
It was going to be a part of her, its systems tied in with her own. Yuriko could only watch the darkness creeping across her skin, down her arms, coating the backs of her hands with the blackness, armored plates forming upon her skin.
She would no longer need her armor, for now Yuriko would carry it with her forevermore. The growing shell spread over her fingers, binding the first and last two together, transforming the claws into something even more wicked and formidable. Her thumbs grew to match the thicker digits, also clawed.
Her hands had become three fingered abominations, more like the claws of a scorpion than human hands capable of fine manipulation. Yuriko's body was being refined purely for combat purposes, a super-solider. No, a weapon, merely a weapon to be wielded against the organization's enemies.
Yuriko clenched her eyes shut once more, not wanting to watch her body warp, twist, and distort into something horrific and monstrous. She'd been created to appear human, a normal human despite all her enhancements. Later she had been gifted with the cybernetic grafts that would mark her forever as a part of the organization. She'd had to give up a portion of her humanity to accept the implantation, but she was still recognizably human.
Her arms began to grow, larger, thicker, even larger in proportion in relation to her body, even with the incredible amount of muscle they sported. Yuriko cried out in agony, it felt like burning metal was being pumped through her veins. She heard the bones break, felt them break, felt them reform into a different configuration, a more efficient design to take on whatever purpose her carapace demanded now that she also had an exoskeleton that muscles could be attached to.
Yuriko's palms burned, she had to know, had to see what was going on. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, seeing the black-blue chitin spreading down onto the grey skin of her hands. She could feel the myriad bones within them fading away, the muscles for movement grafted to points upon her exoskeleton now leaving room for...
She felt sick, she wanted to gag but her body steadfastly refused to even allow her to fake it. Not content with merely her four cybernetic limbs, the carapace had stolen even more of Yuriko's humanity. Yuriko tried to make a mental image, but her carapace infuriatingly provided her with detailed diagrams and schematics of what it had done to her.
Flesh ceased halfway down her forearm, replaced by synthetic fibers, tubes, wires, and metal. Another pair of cybernetic limbs, complete with energy blasters concealed within her forearms, their firing ports hidden behind retractable sections of chitin on her palms.
Yuriko sobbed, fear and despair filling her for one of the few times in her life. She felt as if her existence was a vase placed in a burlap sack and beaten with a baseball bat, mind, body, soul, everything felt jagged, shattered, hurting.
Tranquillizers filled her system, the carapace coaxing additional chemicals from her glands, claming her, making her placid. Drugged, Yuriko could still feel the changes, she still knew her outrage and anguish, but they were merely constructs of her mind, she no longer felt them.
Her tears ceased as she watched the darkness spread to her sides, adding armor plating along her ribcage, along the sides of her torso, protecting her vital organs as well as the carapace's systems, the two growing harder and harder to distinguish with each moment that passed.
The black spread down her legs, leaving her thighs uncovered, but consuming everything from the knee down. The human design was inefficient, the flesh and bone consumed by nanites for use elsewhere, biomechanical circuitry replacing them.
Yuriko watched dispassionately as her legs were devoured by machinery, another piece of her humanity eaten away. The replacement was more fitting to what she was now, digigrade feet with three large toes, each sporting a massive curving claw, the tip of each just barely touching the ground.
The design was more efficient for movement, able to reach far higher speeds than Yuriko had been capable of before. The thickening of her legs muscles to properly allow for optimal movement granting her incredible leaping capability as well. They were better than Yuriko's old legs, far, far better.
But she would miss them, long for them, yearn for the return of the soft flesh that would ache at the end of a long day, that would get annoying calluses upon the heels, that were inferior in nearly every possibly way to appendages Yuriko had been granted.
She closed her eyes, she didn't need to watch her transformation with her eyes, her carapace was perfectly able to monitor her warping body and give reports in far greater detail than Yuriko's simple human eyes could provide.
The tranquilizers meant that Yuriko could no longer feel her lust, though she could still feel the pleasure, still feel her body react to it, it just didn't matter.
She stood, claws digging into the tiled floor as she took her first steps as a biomechanical monstrosity. She fumbled with the water taps with her clumsy claw, taking several attempts before she could turn them off, and even then she shattered the decorative plastic handles, leaving the raw threaded metal beneath.
Allowed free reign, her carapace took advantage of the circumstances as it transformed her completely mechanical, grafted limbs. Made to extend straight up from her carapace, firing over her head, they migrated outward, two positioned right behind her shoulders, two right below.
Utilizing the stolen biological material from her consumed arms and legs, the carapace transformed Yuriko's spindly, spidery limbs into proper ones. They were now as real as any other part of her, part flesh and bone, part metal and circuitry, part sorcerous ceramic, part living technology.
The four limbs were smaller that her claws, not even bothering with the pretext of being hands, they were truly claws, an immobile, longer upper portion with a concave underside, and a smaller, mobile, convex portion that fit perfectly into the upper portion, the edges of the upper claw razor sharp, both of them ending in a sharp tip.
Yuriko stumbled, a hand-claw digging into the wall beside her to prevent her from falling over as her spine began to warp, a few brief moment where it no longer supported her body as it transformed into a new configuration.
Yuriko cried out softly as her carapace cracked, raw tissue and nerves exposed to the stale air of the bunker for a few moments before her carapace covered the flesh. Not content with the eight appendages Yuriko sported, her body saw fit to add a ninth, a reminder forever of the creature that had made this all possible, with the sting that caused her transformation, providing the food that fueled her carapace's alteration of her body, and granting her the raw materials to make it all possible.
Much larger and thicker than her claws, Yuriko's tail was also more maneuverable and more dexterous. Not content with a direct port of the biological version, Yuriko's tail contain a massive energy cannon, rather than a stinger. The greater size and mass allowed for the construction of a device of a different nature than the ones concealed within her claws.
It was covered by four segments that reminded Yuriko of a two-bladed fist dagger, like the kind another branch of the organization used. On each side was a long, triangular blade that came to a point above a gap. The shape also reminded Yuriko of some space fighters she'd seen in a Sci-Fi movie. The blades were sharp, even combined. Using her tail blades when contracted and then expanding them to full she could essentially eviscerate an opponent.
Yuriko sighed, her body now matching the schematics that the carapace computer displayed within her mind. She would grow used to her new body in time. Upon becoming one of the cybernetic elite she had taken a step down the path to becoming a living weapon and this was merely and extension of it.
An extension created by her own carelessness and lust for power. She allowed her carapace to expand without the oversight of organization scientists who could control and shape it according to the will of her master.
Yuriko had no one to blame for this but herself. She lowered her head in shame. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt warmth spreading through her body, the nanites receding, returning to their storage chambers, which had been located within Yuriko's breasts.
The sensitive orbs swelled even larger, even more than would account for the nanofluid. Her carapace wouldn't make a change like this on its own, it was compensating for the additional weight and mass by adding a few spiked flourishes onto her tail, making it look all the more sinister and intimidating.
Yuriko wondered what had triggered that change, and why the carapace had waited until she was back inside the vault before... oh.
The weird magical radiation, it had capitalized upon using the energy to fuel her transformation. Her body was soaking it in, which was why she had transformed overnight. It had also, somehow, added designs into her carapace's schematics, it had...
It had downloaded the Loyalty and Enhancement Gratification System, Grade II into her carapace. That wasn't right, not only would a computer system have to be compatible with her own, but it would have to break the pass codes and encryption, and do so without triggering her carapace's security alerts as well.
She needed to see what the source of this strange energy was, why the vault had been sealed up, despite it being a grand haven for any survivors in the wasteland of a world.
The carapace's sensors told her which direction the radiation was strongest in, and Yuriko growled, digging her new claws into the concrete, rushing towards it.
She wanted to find the source, wanted to break its hold over her, to use its energy to transform herself back if she could, wanted to destroy it if she was going to be forever trapped in her biomechanical scorpion-shaped body.
Even against inanimate objects Yuriko had a powerful sense of vengeance.
The radiation, after all, had provided her with the perfect form to destroy anything, after all. It would be a shame to waste it.
-o-
As Yuriko neared the source she felt her lust begin to rise, breasts and loins aching, precum and milk trickling down her body. She could feel herself continuing to change, her skin darkening, becoming a deep grey-green. Her elongated canines continued to grow, the upper pair too large to be contained within her mouth, poking down over her lower lip.
Deep within the base she found what she was looking for. A warehouse filled with creates and drums. She was able to hear the magical energy now, a gentle, pulsing hum, like a heartbeat.
She approached closer and closer, sheer will forcing her body to move as she climaxed on the spot, again and again and again. She ground her teeth; bit her tongue, focusing on the pain.
Eventually she had to drag herself forward, claws digging into the ground to pull herself along. Smashing a pair of massive crates aside Yuriko's gaze settled upon the source of the magical energy.
An anguished cry escaped her lips, tears leaking from her eyes as she scrambled back from the object before her.
Laying upon a cable spool turned on its side for use as a table, a book lay with its cover closed.
A deep black book, bound in black leather, strange writing embedded in silver leaf, a rounded crystal with blue, pink, and red mists swirling within it.
"No!" Yuriko cried, "No, no, no, no, no!"
"I got rid of you!" she said, pointing and accusing claw at the book.
"Hero and villain alike banded together, we launched you into the sun!" she whimpered.
She felt a phantom caress upon her cheek, unable to help herself she leaned into the touch. She felt a presence before her, sensual, beautiful, feminine. She felt soft lips upon her own, felt the tickle of long hair upon her body, the sensation of arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug.
"I missed you, my little lily flower." Whispered the spirit.
Yuriko wrapped her clawed arms around the spirit, hugging herself to her former mistress. Tears of joy, shame, hatred, and rage leaked from her eyes, every fiber of her body and soul embracing her mistress, her conscious mind and carapace core attempting to get her away.
For Yuriko had indeed felt the sensation of longing and lust before, the exact same sensation the last time she had come across the Book of Black Revelry.
-o-
Every parallel Earth that could support magic had a Book of Black Revelry. The book had never been written, instead made manifest by the will of an extra-dimensional being, one that fed on lust, love, passion, and desire.
Great power was contained within its pages, as well as details for sexual pleasures, forbidden acts, tantric rituals, and darkest carnal pleasures beyond the imagination. To merely gaze upon it drove men and women into frenzied lust. To touch it with bare skin was to invite the demon that dwelled within into your very soul for as long as you stood before the Book. To give into your lust, to gaze upon the lurid images contained within as you experienced climax enslaved you to the Book, making you a slave to your sexual urges for as long as you lived.
Each Earth had one book, one book that could never be destroyed, only hidden. It took a mighty will to resist the carnal delights the Black Revelry had to offer, even more to carry the book away to a place where it could not bind others to its will. It took the devotion of a saint to then toss aside the text, dropping it into the waters above the deepest undersea chasm, into the magma of a volcano, or when Yuriko had last seen her world's copy, into a missile to be fired into the very heart of the sun.
"M-Mistress..." Yuriko sobbed, "F-forgive me..."
The spirit pulled away from the transformed soldier, her form made manifest within Yuriko's mind. She was not truly there, merely a mental projection, but her control over Yuriko was absolute. Yuriko felt every caress, ever silver hair that traced over her carapace as her mistress stood.
The Black Revelry appeared to Yuriko in a form much like that of her mother, the woman within her implanted memories, the one who Yuriko knew she never had truly seen, but still longed for.
The features were the same, as was the long hair, but the coloration was far off the mark. Her mistress was colored as the book that was her gateway into the mortal realms. Her skin was deepest ebony, her hair shimmering silver, her eyes swirling pools of red, pink, blue, and purple, as were her garments.
Yuriko bowed before her, a lesser being would have passed out from emotional overload at her first caress, but Yuriko was strong, and that had made it all the easier for her mistress to break her.
"Please, Mistress Revelry, forgive me!" she whimpered.
The demon smiled, spreading her black wings, wrapping them around her shoulders like a cloak. She laughed softly, the sound like tinkling bells. She knelt before Yuriko, reaching down and placing a finger beneath her chin, raising Yuriko's gaze to meet her own.
"There is nothing to forgive, little flower," Revelry said "Destiny is destiny, and time is time. In time I shall return to your world, as I have always done, and were I to take you as mine then, to take you and keep you forever, I would not have my Yuri-pet in the here and now."
She coaxed Yuriko upwards; just enough so that she could reach down and caress the cyborg's plentiful breasts. "You are older, wiser, stronger. And here in this place I have all the time in the world to shape and train you to my heart's content. So beautiful you've become already."
Yuriko couldn't help but smile as Revelry ran her fingertips through the solider's close cut hair, coaxing it outward, making it grow into a thick jet mane, allowing Yuriko's naturally lustrous and beautiful hair to be displayed in a way that her military code would not allow.
With the changes to body came changes in the mind. Her carapace computer ceased its warning functions, for this was Yuriko's mistress after all, the mistress was no danger. For the first time Yuriko accepted her newly altered form, seeing it for its beauty and its power; a blend of technology and flesh, human and animal, animate and inanimate.
Her carapace gleamed, looking wet, slick, and slippery, like fine leather or latex; smooth, sleek, beautiful. Her bulky form and green-grey skin were a transformation common upon this world, a virus that drank in radiation, altering the host into a powerful mutant, much like several heroes and heroines from her own world. Though this world's transformations were permanent, not merely when in the throes of deep emotion, and not with an exponential strength increase.
Revelry ran a fingertip over Yuriko's fangs, ran her fingers through her pet's lengthened hair, and scratched her ears as she would any other pet.
"Mmm... my little sex kitten." She said with a giggle. "I have such plans for you, Yuriko. But first..."
Revelry reached down, taking Yuriko by the claw and pulling the soldier to her feet. She wrapped her arms around Yuriko's board midsection, her wings folding around her, engulfing Yuriko in darkness.
She found herself back in her room, the Book of Black Revelry nearby, the cover gem glowing softly in the darkness.
Revelry herself was snuggled up to Yuriko upon the bed, which was all the mattresses of the many bunks in the room plaid on the floor in two stacks to accommodate Yuriko's massive bulk.
"Rest my pet..." purred Revelry, "Tomorrow we will continue where we left off all those years ago."
Yuriko smiled and nodded; her many limbs curling around Revelry, "Yes, of course, Mistress." She said, obediently closing her eyes and drifting off into the comforting embrace of sleep once more.
-o-
"Awaken my little lily flower," Revelry purred, "We have much to accomplish today."
Yuriko yawned and stretched, opening her eyes. She looked over her new body and smiled, it looked so stunning with its gleaming black carapace, offsetting her rubbery gray-green skin.
She pushed herself to her feet, her smaller claws instinctively moving to remove the blankets from her massive frame. Large as she was, she could still be brought down by a deadly bedroom linen ankle-constrictor.
She remembered what had happened to her, remembered her fear, her anger, her outrage, he despair, but none of that mattered now. Her transformation had been guided, been chosen by her mistress, and that made it all better.
She smiled at the spirit before her, her clawed digits twitching, wanting to reach out and caress Revelry's beautiful silver hair. The demon laughed and took Yuriko's hand in both of her own, raising it up to allow her pet to feel the sweet softness.
"I... I'm sorry." Yuriko whispered, "I... I didn't..."
She had been convinced that her mistress had warped her, corrupted her, that the love she felt for the beautiful being before her had been in some way less than real. But as Yuriko looked upon her owner, she knew that she had been lied to.
"I... I hated you... I couldn't help it." She said, her eyes filling with tears.
Revelry reached up, running her lightly taloned fingers through Yuriko's hair, resting her head upon the massive beast's breast.
"You have nothing to feel ashamed about, my pet." She cooed as she stroked Yuriko tenderly, "What else could you have done? They stole your mistress away from you, your sweet, loving mistress who has never asked anything of you that you were not willing to give. They tricked you and stole me away, banishing me from your world. You were of no use to them pining away for me, so they used your feelings, your sense of guilt, shame, and loneliness and turned them against you."
Revelry reached up and coaxed Yuriko to lean down so she could properly hug the mighty creature, "You did nothing wrong."
Yuriko's breath escaped from her as an incredible sigh of gratitude and relief, she hugged her mistress tightly against her.
"Now, the last time we started on your training, I had very little time and we were rudely interrupted. I know you're here alone, and the vault has sadly been sealed away for years, leaving me with little to do but wait, but I want to make sure that we have your form perfected immediately."
Revelry grinned, "We can even work on your training in the mean time."
Yuriko's eyes widened, a small shudder going through her body as she recalled the acts she had been made to perform the last time her mistress decided to train her.
"I... I..." she stuttered before regaining her composure, "I'm not a whore, mistress. I am a warrior, and I feel that my talents are wasted in pursuing such a lifestyle. No offense meant."
The spirit laughed, "None taken. But you need to diversify, my dear. You cannot fight all the time. I will not ask of you anything more than you feel comfortable providing. If I ask something you find objectionable, you need merely tell me no and we will move onto the next portion of your training."
Revelry stepped away, straightening her gown and flapping her wings a few times to get them properly situated, "Does that sound acceptable, my pet?"
Yuriko thought it over for a moment before nodding, "Yes, my mistress." She said, feeling her servitor lust, grade II, begin to rise up again from suppressed levels.
"Nothing human for you to play with nearby, little flower, but now that I'm free, I sense some creatures who have grown powerful and beautiful basking in the radiance of my book." She said with a grin.
"Why, there is even an underground ecosystem that has developed that feeds off of the magical energies of this world." She said, the room suddenly vanishing around herself and Yuriko.
"Some Earths do not have magic; some Earths do not have technology stemming from electricity. Often it is one or the other, precious few can support both. But this one could, thousands of years ago."
"Before the rise of civilization, nearly all the world's magical energy was utilized to seal this world away, placing it beyond the scope of beings of my nature. With only a few small spikes of power throughout history, this world developed with technology and did so more rapid than your own."
"But a nuclear war wiped it clean. The test of the most powerful bomb ever devised leaked over onto the elemental plane, shattering the spell that held things in check for so long."
"Like a beacon in the night this shining new world drew us in. What would be called angels, devils, demons, and monsters arrived, and in a blind panic one nation launched its nuclear weapons. Long at war with other countries, they took at as a sign of attack. They launched their missiles, provoking a cascade, leaving most of this world a nuclear wasteland."
"But life goes on, and humanity had managed to survive. But humanity is not the only thing that has survived, however..."
The darkness around Yuriko remained, but it was a darkness with presence. She could faintly hear the sounds of running water, could feel the humidity upon the air, could smell the scent of mushrooms upon the air.
Yuriko blinked, sideways, a membrane coming over her eyes, allowing her to see in the darkness. She gasped softly as she saw the wide, sprawling cavern before her.
Water cascaded down from a surface river, creating an underground lake, the shore of which sported a lush fungal forest. Boosted by magical energies, an entire ecosystem had emerged in the two centuries since the nuclear war.
A soft rumbling sound drew Yuriko's attention, she turned to see a silver scaled lizard-creature behind her, head tilted, seemingly admiring her. It stood perhaps a foot shorter than Yuriko, but built just as solidly.
It was humanoid, but with a broad upper board and smaller legs, hunched like a gorilla. It sported large, curving horns, with a third upon the edge of its snout. Slitted eyes watched Yuriko with amusement, a long, muscular, tapering tail slowly swaying back and forth. Twin rows of spines protruded from its back.
It reached out with a clawed hand, the first joints long and broad to allow for locomotion, the last, however, ended in an absolutely massive, mole-like claw. It ran its fingertips over her carapace, churring softly, apparently enjoying the texture.
Yuriko found herself beginning to pant, her lust rising to intolerable levels, levels where she would take a cock from anyone, from anything, as she admitted to herself the previous day.
"No..." she whispered, "Not with a beast..."
Her gaze wandered downward, seeing the creature's erect member protruding from a reptilian slit. It was massive, long, thick, wide, the shape of it like some absurd sex toy with the variety of features.
Revelry chuckled at the sight, placing her hands upon Yuriko's shoulders, coaxing her pet down to her knees, "And to think, they used to be common pond salamanders." She said with a laugh, "Though I think some of my own ideas crept in. I love the look of that cock, don't you, Yuriko?"
Yuriko opened her mouth to protest, but quickly closed it as Revelry continued to speak, "Doesn't it just make your mouth water?"
Of course the moment her mistress said so, Yuriko's mouth did indeed begin to water. She wondered what the beast's cock would taste like, what those delicious rings and ridges would feel like inside her tight sex toy of a pussy.
"St-stop it. Stop it!" Yuriko whimper, trying to keep herself from drooling, trying to keep herself from leaning forward, trying to get her oddly elongated tongue back into her mouth.
"Just imagine what that monster will feel like sandwiched between those huge, gorgeous tits of yours; thick precum oozing forth, coating your skin, allowing easy passage up into your mouth; how wonderful it will feel to wrap your lips around it. Won't it feel so nice to have it in your throat, so hot and warm, so sweet, so wonderful, growing warmer and warmer until..."
Yuriko couldn't take it any longer; she lunged forward, taking the lizard creature's member into her mouth. It felt so nice, just as her mistress had promised. Her huge, sensitive breasts seemed to have been made for this, the feeling of slick lizardcock pressed between then sent shivers of pleasure through the soldier's body.
"That's a good girl." Revelry purred, kneeling behind Yuriko, reaching around her massive frame to caress the she-beast's breasts, to enhance her pet's pleasure. Yuriko's lesser arms joined in on the fun, allowing her claws to move downward, to rub her smooth chitinous fingers clumsily against her dripping, aching, needful sex.
"But you want more, don't you? I know you want more. You're pawing at yourself so hungrily, your body craving a cock. You don't need to be ashamed about your needs. It's not like anyone but the two of us will ever know about your moment of weakness."
The spirit gently coaxed Yuriko's head back, the lizard creature's cock slipping from her mouth as she did so. The cyborg's eyes were half lidded as she was filled with lust. She shook her head and gulped, licking her lips absently to lap up stray traces of bestial precum.
"I... I don't..." she protested, her body following along as Revelry coaxed her to roll onto all fours. Her biomechanical tail moved down, covering her sex, preventing the lizard from mounting her.
"You know how good it will feel, little flower, like the perfect sex toy made to fit your perfect sex toy of a pussy. The two of you aren't genetically compatible, there's no worry of him making your belly swell with eggs, unless that is what you want?" the spirit teased, running a hand over Yuriko's taut belly.
The scorpion-soldier moaned, the perverse thought of being impregnated by this creature, of having her belly grow round and fat with his eggs growing inside of her, of laying those eggs, having them hatch into tiny lizard-scorpion creatures that would serve her.
"Just think, my pet, you'd be free of your reliance upon the organization. Your monstrous offspring would be easily controlled. Bestial intellects, easily commanded by the biomechanics that your carapace computer is able to pass onto them; the eggs growing inside your belly until they're ready to hatch, their cybernetics putting them into a stasis, waiting when you wish to have them by your side."
Yuriko found herself pondering her mistress' words. Upon her own world, the global teleportation system allowed her to rapidly call a few of the robotic spiders and floating combat drones to her aid.
She could also call upon another of the organization's warriors, though a lesser one, through her connection to one of the four commanders below the master. Her choice had been influenced by her all too brief bonding to her mistress, it was no surprise that she had taken the only female patron, an undead spirit whose devotion to the organization meant eternal unlife for as long as the organization existed.
But her mistress was her patron now, and Yuriko knew Revelry could grant her far more than the Widow ever could. By relying upon her mistress' gifts she would conserve resources and allow the organization to allocate them to other warriors, making things more efficient.
"If you do not wish to care for them yourself, I can bring them here, I can guide them, raise them, shape them into more powerful forms, whatever you desire." The spirit whispered, leaning closer and closer until Yuriko could feel her phantom breath upon her ear.
"I can indeed grant you power greater than any of the organization. I can even grant you a portion of my own abilities. Wouldn't it be lovely to capture your foes, seduce them, make them enraptured by your beauty and power, make them yearn for your caress, make them beg and plead for you to pleasure them, and then..."
Revelry's tongue traced over Yuriko's ear, "Then when they belong to you, mind, body, and soul, you shape them to your will. Grant them a portion of your power and beauty. Perhaps even before, shame them, frighten them, humiliate them, make them yours more and more as you warp their flesh and their minds."
Yuriko moaned softly, her tail moving upward with almost glacial slowness, but it was still moving.
"It would be wonderfully efficient, turning enemies of the organization into your loyal slaves, making your foes into your fuck toys, making them into monsters of your design. Making them serve your mistress and your master. Don't you want that, Yuriko? Don't you want to serve?"
Yuriko cried out, lifting her tail entirely, tears leaking from her eyes, she wanted it, she wanted it so badly, "I... I want it..." Yuriko whispered, "Make my belly swell with eggs, please allow me to use your power, mistress, just a little bit. I want... I need it. I'm yours, Mistress Revelry. Yours forever!"
The spirit grinned and nodded, stepping back from her pet, wanting to get a good view of her mating. The lizard rumbled softly, having dealt with shy females before, patiently waiting for the tail to move enough so that he could mount his prize.
He was on Yuriko in an instant, pleasured growls escaping him as he entered her, and found her sex incredibly tight. The mating was not painful, but Yuriko's sex clenched the male's member tight enough that he could not withdraw, only to push in further into his monstrous mate's depths.
Yuriko growled as well, the tears leaking from her eyes no longer those of shame, but of joy, sweet, delicious pleasure filled her. She could feel every inch of her male's member, every swelling, every curve, every protrusion; it was like the creature's cock had been designed to perfectly stimulate her sex. Or that her sex had been designed to receive optimal pleasure from this creature's cock.
Her mistress had planned this from the start, intent on bringing her into the caverns to spread her legs for the lizard creature. She didn't mind, she knew something like this had been coming. Revelry delighted in manipulating her pets into doing things that they found humiliating and shameful, but oh so pleasurable.
She loved to destroy inhibitions, reveled in coaxing her pets to enjoy the sexual freedoms written in her book. Yuriko already found herself thinking like her mistress, thinking of heroes and heroines she had faced, what she wanted to do to them.
The thoughts were delicious, erotic; they gave her such pleasure, plotting her revenge as she was fucked. How she longed to stand before a captive heroine, run her claws over the skin tight, tatter spandex uniform she wore, her captive moaning, unable to prevent herself from leaning into the caress.
Her eyes would open in fear and confusion, not knowing why her body longed for the touch of the monster before her. She would whimper softly in fear, her mouth opening, tongue moving across her lips, the opportunity for Yuriko's own to enter. Her prey would try to cry out, try to dislodge Yuriko's invading tongue, but quickly she would succumb to the sheer joy of it.
Her struggles would cease and her legs would spread, to allow Yuriko's clawed hand between her legs to caress...
Yuriko snarled in rage as a hot sensation flooded her loins. She whipped her head around and glared at the male, roaring her displeasure at him. The stupid lizard had climaxed, and Yuriko had wanted her fantasy to peak with her own pleasure.
The ignorant beast had pulled her from her dream and was now trying to pull away, his own urge to mate satisfied. Yuriko kept a tight grip on him, turning to Revelry.
"Th-that wasn't fair!" she complained, "I wanted to... to..."
The spirit smiled, "I know, my pet."
"He's also not long enough, I'm so much bigger, and his cock doesn't reach all the way inside of me. I want him to pierce my cervix, mistress; I want his length in my womb."
A wicked gleam filled Revelry's eyes, "Tell me, my pet, what is it you want?"
"I want him deeper inside me." Yuriko said, grinning, delighting in her debauchery. She knew it pleased her mistress to hear her pet beg for a bigger cock to fill her. Yuriko grinned around her saber fangs; she could not imagine why she had been so frightened of this. It felt so liberating to embrace her inner slut.
Revelry approached, placing one hand on Yuriko's shoulder, the other upon the beast.
"How deep?" she purred, trying to prevent herself from laughing aloud.
"As deep as you can make him go!" Yuriko cried, "I want every inch you can grant him inside of me!"
Revelry could no longer contain herself; she chuckled wickedly, "As my pet desires." She said, whispering words in a dark and sinister tongue.
Yuriko sighed with delight as a sweet warmth flowed over her body. The pleasure did not last as her need surged upward again, the ache in her loins maddening. She felt like little more than a beast, needing to fuck, needing to come. Conscious thought was nearly beyond her, but she was aware enough to recognize her carapace's display, informing her that she was being rewarded for allowing another upgrade, and with it an increased magnitude of her servitor lust.
She would have cried out with rage, not wanting to be transformed any further. But she was beyond that now, she wanted to cum, she wanted to cum so badly that it didn't matter what she went through as long as a climax was her reward for it.
Her male had ceased trying to pull out, but he had no interest, it seemed, in mating her. He leaned down, nuzzling her neck, embracing Yuriko with his clawed arms. She felt his warmth upon her chitinous hide and then she felt warmth beyond it.
The creature was merging with her, its scaled flesh slowly seeping into her own. It felt wonderful, the most intimate, wonderful embrace that she would ever know. Her mistress guided the fusion process, caressing Yuriko in the areas she deemed fit to change with one hand, the other nestled between Yuriko's legs, stroking her clitty, granting her pet the sweet, sexual pleasure every fiber of her being called out for.
Silver scaled skin slithered slowly over Yuriko's carapace, sinking into the blue-black darkness. In a few moments it was no longer dark, no longer the abyssal void of a creature of darkness. From this day Yuriko would not be a hunter, an assassin, a weapon to be wielded by the organization.
She would instead be a force for lust, desire, affection, corruption, seduction... She would be a stunning, radiant, shining beauty, the faintest light making her metallic hide gleam in all its glory. It would hamper her stealth, but then again she was a nine foot tall, armor plated colossus of a woman with huge claws and a massive tail, hiding and sneaking would be out of the question anyway.
Her male's legs were the first part of him to be consumed. Dexterous, clawed toes gripped Yuriko's thighs, the male having a renewed libido, beginning to thrust in her anew, putting all the force he could manage behind it.
Both the lizard and Yuriko growled softly with pleasure as the male's member began to grow and swell, drawing upon the mass from his vanishing legs.
The creature's mighty claws remained as the creature's toes vanished into Yuriko's legs. Straightening out, they became decorative spikes upon her legs. As the feet and ankles themselves melted away, flowing into Yuriko, she found her own legs and feet changing to become more like them.
A fourth toe joined her other three, the claw just as impressive as the others. While Yuriko's carapace had changed colors, her claws had not, remaining a deep black, making them proper claws rather than mere extensions of her exoskeleton.
"Oh yeah..." Yuriko moaned, "Oh yeah... oh yeah..."
The lizard's cock had grown longer and thicker, not yet reaching as deep into her as she craved, but providing more delight than it had before. The muscles of Yuriko's sex were doing all the movement now, the lizard's shaft rather like some sort of living sex toy as the creature's body was consumed more and more.
The tail was next, the spikes on top seeming to pierce Yuriko's carapace, but they went through as if her chitin and flesh were mere water, emerging upon the top of her tail, taking root as her scorpion-like tail altered, becoming tapered rather than segmented, the underside becoming smooth scales.
The fusion proceeded upward, the creature's belly becoming a part of Yuriko's back, additional organs attaching themselves to Yuriko's various systems. She wasn't sure what they all did, or if they even did anything, but there was potential there. Her mistress would not give her anything that was useless.
The creature's ribcage became a part of her own, their spines uniting at the base of their shared tail, the creature being pulled further and further into Yuriko. Both could feel the whole of their fusing body now, all the nerves felt by both creatures. Yuriko's delighted moans were silenced as she was awe struck by the feeling of the cock that was now hers. The flesh had merged with Yuriko's own, sealing the entrance to her sex.
It grew still, tantalizingly close to the entrance to Yuriko's womb, just a few more inches and then the creature could release, bringing Yuriko to intense, blissful, perfect climax.
The spines along the creature's back were now a part of Yuriko's, more and more of them appearing as the smaller beast was not large enough to have a full compliment to grant his mate.
Yuriko felt her remaining skin transforming upon her belly, neck, and throat, becoming smooth silver scales with the barest hint of green. She felt the creature's head changing as well, a mask of silver chitin spreading across its face and snout, covering the sockets from which its three horns grew, transforming them into a solid mask.
The creature's forelimbs changed also, the musculature transforming, though the size remained the same. The limbs that looked huge and oversized upon the gorilla-like lizard were proportioned just right to look a little bit smallish upon Yuriko. The arms moving to a place beneath Yuriko's primary claws.
The clawed hands shifted ever so slightly, just enough to grant Yuriko a pair of properly proportioned hands. The claws on her upper arms were growing again, the two fingers merging together, leaving them nearly immobile as a pair of massive crushing claws, her thumb's claw interlocking with the gap between the two, allowing her to pierce, crush, and rend.
"Yes!" Yuriko cried, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Make me yours, mistress! Make me your beautiful, powerful, mighty slut-pet!" she cried, throwing her head back as the creature's cock shoved aside the comparatively weak ring of her cervix, thrusting into her womb.
The creature, now little more than a head and neck, roared as his cock erupted into Yuriko. As it had with their tails, the creature's snout passed through Yuriko's head, hair, skin, skull, and brain all providing no resistance. Its snout settled over Yuriko's own, their eyes in the same position, their tongues moving in sync for a brief moment before the two became one.
Yuriko looked out upon the underground cavern with eyes perfectly adapted for the darkness. She drew in a breath through her keen snout, scenting each type of mushroom in the entirety of the vast cavern, knowing immediately what was food, what was poison and what would provide some rather... interesting effects on anyone who came close to the specific types of mushroom.
Yuriko felt Revelry's hand wrap around something, stroking it rapidly. A few more changes rippled through Yuriko's body, a shift in her build even further to making her a hunched, bestial creature, her thickened tail providing a counterbalance. Spikes appeared on her shoulders, forearms, and calves, matching those upon her hips. Her hair thickened, spreading downwards onto her neck, back, and shoulders, becoming a long, thick mane of deep amethyst, save for a black streak in the middle and a bright red patch over her eyes.
Yuriko was delighted, as she was her mistress' creature now, sporting her colors of silver and purple. She jammed the sharp tips of her four blast-claws into the ground, digging in with her foreclaws, her taloned hands, and her wickedly clawed feature.
She threw her horned head back and roared as her last change announced itself, her clit surging fully forward into the thick, monstrous, sex-toy of a cock that had until moments before been inside her femsex, her netherlips reappearing in time to gush slick wetness down her silvered thighs.
Yuriko's manhood proudly announced itself with a torrent of seed pouring forth from the tip, splattering the mushrooms before her, which began to glow with a silvery light, growing larger as Yuriko emptied her new internal testes.
She panted, her servitor lust conspicuously absent. Yuriko would no longer need it. Her body had become the perfect blend of man, machine, and monstrosity. Anything that needed improving would be asked for or granted by her mistress. She would no longer be at the beck and call of scientists and technophiles wanting to poke, prod, and experiment upon her.
She could feel the male's seed within her, being whisked away into specialized organs for her later use. She would birth hundreds of eggs from her male's twin climaxes into her.
The lizard-insect hybrid felt a new world of sensation and thought opened to her. Alongside the cold analytics of her carapace computer and her own human thoughts and emotions were the feral instincts and yearnings of a beast, a beast that knew how to hunt, how to track, how to use his senses to their utmost to survive.
Though hunting would be a luxury, a leisure activity, something done for the fun of it; for the thrill of blood upon her chitin and scales, the raw meat slithering down her throat. The small nuclear reactor that had been a part of the mechanical portion of her backpack was a part of her now, merely another organ in her body.
It had been altered by her mistress as well, no longer feeding upon decaying metals, instead the energy that burned within her came from another source. Yuriko could picture it in her mind, a translucent ball of purple crystal, tiny runes etched upon its surface in a microscopic scale. A copy of the Book of Black Revelry, her mistress' power a part of her.
Yuriko gasped, placing all eight arms over the her belly over where the orb was situated. Though it was closer to the back than the front, placed ahead of her spine, behind what remained of her pelvis, the deepest within her body it could ever be. I could not be removed save for breaking through Yuriko's armored hide, parting thick muscle to reveal the synthetic diamond sphere grafted to her spine and pelvis.
As long as that sphere remained within her, Yuriko had the full might of her mistress ready to aid her when she deemed it necessary, able to restore her even if the rest of her body was destroyed.
"No, my pet," Revelry said, her tone serious, "You are my creature, mind, body, and soul. Even if every atom of your physical form is wiped away, I can bring you back. You are mine, little flower, forever."
Yuriko purred happily, nuzzling the spirit's neck, "Yes, mistress, forever." She sighed contentedly.
Revelry kissed Yuriko's snout, an amused gleam in her eyes, "The reclamation party does not arrive for several days yet, and though we could send you back right now, I think it best for you to follow organization protocol."
The spirit's grin widened, "Besides, we ought to ensure that you're well familiarized with your new powers and capabilities. Not to mention having some fun."
Yuriko's mistress turned, spreading her arms and turning slowly in a circle, "You have an entire cavern full of Deathclaws to play with. So many males, so many females..."
Yuriko grinned, "And so many potential targets to practice my flesh and soul shaping powers upon."
The hybrid creature darted off into the darkness, her new cock stirring from its half-erect position as she wondered what it would feel like to shove her cock into one of the female creatures.
She knew her mistress would approve.