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Cubi Ascension: Laceration

Written by Senera

2009

Age Disclaimer: Aunty Senny sez, little runts who are to young to be allowed to view this adult material will experience the nearest thing they can to being a bird caught in a jet engine. So help me.

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Fact: Mortals converted into demonic servants are given limiters. Many kinds of demons have great potential for power, however for their own safety, their masters institute a spell into their creation that keeps them from reaching full power, or performing certain abilities. The haste of Senera's transformation meant she was not given limiters. This also means she maintains all memories of her mortal life, instead of the ones that fuel her powers. This also mean the demonic aspect of the personality is not as overriding as others.

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Suddenly I had become popular... because I had become obediant.

Yes, now I was nothing but a completely clueless bunny slut. Oh, I've grown to like beng a slut, but not when I was as singleminded as the hapless sperm being pumped into me day after day. They never even questioned my change of heart, though they were never very thoughful regardless, not worrying wether or not I'd get pregnant by one of my 'clients', though some virtue kept that from happening all those months. I certainly didn't know at the time that I was just sleeping, in my own way. You could say the shitbrain I'd turned into was me sleepwalking. I sincerely hope to never experience this again.

I'd gone from place to place, happily lifting tail or sucking cock for whoever came to call. Sure, I still do that, for the most part, but the price is very high. Even that little wolf shit who'd taken my virginity had come back for seconds. Admittedly, I should like to say that my sleepwalking self certainly knew how to keep him going better for longer than my weak former mortal self could. Instead of a few minutes, I'd managed to hold him back for an hour, that little weakling in control of my body gladly letting him in, but knowing just how to keep him from creaming for quite some time.

One day, though, after a few months, things changed as they often did with one person. I grinned stupidly to answer the rather malicious looking grin the feline was giving me as he ponied up unusually large amounts of cash for me. Once the pen was opened, he nabbed me by the ears and yanked me out, dragging me whimpering to one of the rooms. He still had that grin on as he threw me to the bed, stopping for a moment to sharpen his claws on my thigh, letting out plenty of blood.

"P-please, sir. You're hurting me." I mewled pathetically. He just laughed, sucking the blood off from his claws before reaching into his pocket. "Don't worry." he said, "It's about to get worse. But it won't last, I promise."

From his pocket, he took out the most malicious looking invention in that era's sexual world. Held carefully in his thumb and forefinger was a large cockring, it's outsides lined with very sharp razors. My heart jumped to a speed to make a vibrator break. Even my addlepated bimbo self could tell he meant to kill me right here. Of course, that other side, the side I had no control over, still stayed very obediant, laying there bleeding with her lega apart as he dropped his pants, setting the ring around his cock. He still had that grin as he pounced atop me, that grin a deer must get from a puma before he eats it. He got off on my pain, my suffering, perhaps the makings of a great incubus, as he leaned over, biting into an unessential part of my neck, drawing more blood, making me let out a pathetic bunny squeak. It only got worse, as he gripped my arms tighter and tighter, until I felt the jolt and crack of the bones breaking. I didn't have time to dwell on it though, as he plunged himself into me, cockring and all. They probably heard me shrieking downstairs as he drew ribbons of blood from my ruined cunt as he drove himself into me again and again.

His hand was pressing tightly between my breasts, letting him feel my rapidly pumping heart as it busied itself shooting out more of my blood to mark the sheets with. Already my vision was becoming stars, greying, fading. The feline above me was nothing more than a shape haloed by the torches of the room. His hand was beginning to close, beginning to crush my little bunny heart. And not even with a breakup.

"It's been fun, little one. But you really must be going. I want to see the life fade from your eyes. I want to see it because it'll make me cum in that little corpse of yours." He drove the point home literally by jamming that sharp cockring into me harder, blood gushing and bones breaking as my heart began to struggle to find room, but only bursting, cutting open. He got his fix, and I could vaguely feel his seed beginning to shoot into my shattered cunt as blackness came for me...

Then the light came back, my eyes opened again, irises bathed in red. He saw, his large feline hands shooting to my slender neck, crushing it firmly. I only laughed, laughed to the ceiling, laughed at him.

"Why won't you die?!" he yelled, that same composure gone. He grunted as he felt a sharp tugging in his loins. He was still cumming. He hadn't stopped. He couldn't. "Ahh! Ahh shit!"

He was beginning to look like a famine victim, as more and more of his cum ejected inside me, my wounds disappearing, my breasts enlarging. I knew. I knew now what was happening, smiling as I watched him, hair turning back into it's new pitch black. His balls were gone now, the rest of his organs following as he liquefied from the inside out into cum. His grip on me faltered, leaning back with his face pointed to the cieling as he began to gargle his own cum, which was once his tongue. Something in my pwer was keeping him alive for the whole thing, until at last it got to his bones, my breasts taking on several sizes more as he emptied the last of himself inside me. In essence, he ejaculated himself to death.

When he was done, there was nothing left but an empty pelt. I picked up that torturous cockring from his totally limp cock, spinning it around on my finger wen I noticed something moving under that pelt, something that made light appear through the skin. It escaped from the gaping mouth of the dead feline pelt, a bright light that attempted vainly to fly away. His soul, it made me hungry, I pounced it as I did he, lovingly wrapping it with my long tounge until I swallowed it whole, never to be seen again.

All that I was, all that I had become, it was all back. I was a succubus without a master, free to my own devices. I knew I had to find my sister, perhaps even share with her this wonderful gift, and to present suffering untold to our father. I checked my wings, making them appear on my head and back, before wrapping that felines pelt around me, making it change shape into a highly sexual black corset with a matching skirt. Looking back at the room for a moment, I had no regrets going as I stepped out, giving an otter and his pregnant squirrel bedpartner a start in the middle of their sloppy fuck as I slid in through the wall.

I shook my head, gaining my bearings, not even realizing until that moment what I had just done. "So sorry. Don't stop on my account." I left them still flummoxed as I walked through the both of them and then the outer wall, from which I flew away into the dusk.

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I was more lost than I realized. It'd taken about a month and maybe three or four empty pelts left inexplicably in bedrooms or alleys before I found the familiar village. There, somewhere in the memories of my mortal self, held dormant for a time, was the crude mish-mash of buildings that I had once deluded myself into calling home. Speaking of home, my house was easy to recognise, and I was down on the ground next to it without even thinking. I could feel the presence of my sister and father inside, their emotional energies. My father, his location logged, was a dull presence, likely sleeping drunk. But my sister...

There she was. I sighed happily as I felt the familiar comfort of my younger sister's presence, and there was an intoxicating hint to it now, like a shot of booze added to a good coffee. There was a hint of malice there, as well as a tinge of nervous excitement. I slid myself inside, almost stopping as I saw my father there, the walls seemingly exapnding like a lung and creaking for just a moment. I could have torn him to shreds right there, but Minara was my first priority. I could see her in the kitchen, and why I was picking up those unusual emotions from her. She was in the kitchen, and as I peeked in on her from one of the walls, I could see how she was coveting a rather large kitchen knife and eyeing the living room. Her heart was racing rapidly, and it was hard to miss that flush of arousal that pinkened her white cheeks. I could use this.

I slipped up behind my sister, my slender arms moving gently about that waist. Was she thinner? "My sister. Oh, my poor, beloved sister. How I've missed you so." She started at my touch, and an image of her mistaking me for our father that popped in for a moment made me wonder if he'd touched her. Control, Senera...

The image, popped like a bubble when she heard my voice. "Sister!" she cried out as she turned about, the joy in her face disappearing for a moment as she saw me. I realized that that point how different I looked, but a look into my eyes reconfirmed for her who I was. She didn't need proof, though I saw her eyes dart to the small wings that adorned my head. Even still, I could tell that the hatred had ebbed for a moment, when in fact, I should be encouraging it slightly, but I could not help but beam love upon my sister again as I caressed her arms, sending crackles of pleasurable energy to her, and her heart was racing a mile a minute. I used to know what that felt like.

"Yes, Minara. It's me. But things have changed. I've been given great power, immortality. I've come to give it to you, and I've come to deal with... him."

Minara seemed to blush heavily at the very idea, and I could feel that excitement coming back to her again, as she remembered she was still holding the knife. "I was going to do it anyway. But maybe you have a better method?" I stepped up close to her, bust to bust, forehead to forehead, our heated breath mixing together. "Of course, love." I said. "I am a succubus. A demon of lusts. But I have become more than that. For so long, my anger towards our father stirred, and it is this that gives my kind our power. Mine is strongest of all, with no thing and no one to hold me back."

I saw her blush, I felt it. We were thinking the same thing. "I can share my power, sister." I said, clutching her close once again. "I can feel your desire to see him suffer. The very thought of it stirs your arousal. I shall use that to fuel your rebirth." Our lips met, a deep, loving kiss that I had missed so dearly, my elation giving her a jolt of pleasure. The knife clattered to the floor as I took her by her hand into the living room. The fool hadn't even stirred at the sound, whereas I was able to hear a mouse scratching inside the framework of the house before. It was still there, in fact.

I wasn't interested in spending ages making him suffer, there would be others who could do that for me later. But I wanted to add my own touch to start it off, make it short and sweet, and give me sister the catalyst she needed. I woke him up the best way I could think of, straddling over him on the arms of the chair, I dealt him a solid, old-fashioned punch. That woke him up. I could see the surprise as he recognized me, but he was fool enough to revert into his old, domineering instincts. The mouth opened, but no words came out. "Don't bother trying to talk." I said. "It'd take to much brain power for you to handle. In any case... Father... It's your soul I want to hear scream."

I felt Minara cling to me tightly as the barbed wire burst from my flesh, drawing blood from him as they held him down. I could feel a sadistic pleasure in my sister as the wires tightened, and I released more, impaling the old fool as though he were on a spit. The wires creaked as they shifted, all of them moving closer to each other within him, a surge of malice running from my system to him, setting his soul on fire, and not in the way one feels with a fresh love. "No one will take me from my sister again." I muttered. The blood poured from his body, the flesh peeled, bones broke, and still did my sister derive pleasure. I could feel the shifting that indicated she was playing with herself between her legs. I would need to hurry it up, so I moved like a pianist hitting that final note. The barbed wire reared up, rendering our father into a pile of flesh, then moved away from him, tearing the clothing from Minara, then caressing her gently, flattening their points as they lifted her up before me, making her straddle the sacrificial offering I had left to ensure her transformation.

"Do you accept what I have to offer, little sister? A life of eternal beauty? Eternal pleasure?" I shifted my hips, showing just what my shapeshifting could do, labial lips filling up, clitoris extending, widening, until I carried a large, plentiful and masculine erection for my sister. She grinned as she eyed it, her nethers being sprayed by our father's spurting blood. It made her blush with need so much. "If it's with you, how can I refuse." she said, shifting her hips closer. I needed no second bidding, wrapping my arms around her waist, entering her soundly. I beamed all the pleasure and love of the world into her, my hips bucking like any male of our species worth his salt. My pre began to mix with her juices, oozing back out of her. It landed on our father's remains, sending out little blue sparks wherever it landed. We and the chair became encompassed in a loose cocoon of barbed wire, gently shifting in a bubble all around us. She moaned in her joy as my energies moved into her, along with that column of flesh and blood that speared to her very dark depths.

Our movements became very primal, her body moving languidly like a snake as her body processed the immortal pleasure, as I leaned over to bite gently at her neck. All in all, not common actions you'd expect from a pair of herbivores. But I was one no longer, now I was a predator, and one that sought to increase it's numbers. I shoved her back against the chair with a growl no ordinary rabbit could every muster, taking my bite deeper. A burst of insight had hit me, and now was extending to her, working it's way into her blood through tendrils that wriggled their way from my teeth. Like the barbed wire on me, it'd be her blood that would be an extension of her power. Hers, like her own body would soon be, would be mouldable and shapeable, acting on her will. My thrusting increased, her gasping and moaning intensified, the distending in her veins visible even through her fur. We were getting into the moment, and her juices dribbled more and more, fueling the blue fire made of our father's remains. Then it all happened at once. I came, unleashing demonic seed within my sister, the veins bursting, making her body split like an overfull plastic bag. The remains beneath us burst completely, my sister and I straddling a blue pyre that signaled her rebirth.

Her blood issued forth, yet, as if changing it's mind, moved back, covering her lovingly from top to bottom, remaking her as the barbed wire did me. What emerged was the same young girl I'd loved as my sister and more, but like me, changed. Darker. Like mine, her hair had turned black as coal, her wings white to offset my white ones. Truly now, we were yin and yang. Her eyes opened once more, briefly as red as embers before turning back to their original blue. "Thank you, sister." she said, nuzzling up close to me, stroking at the emerged manhood I carried until it changed back into it's original introverted state. "Mother."

We barely even noticed the flames we sat upon, even as they licked eagerly at our nethers. There was little left of our father, save for flame and ashes. But out of this, between us, a flaming light emerged. His soul, still suffering. I held it between my hands, showing it to Minara. "No extinguishment for him. I think we can dine of far finer tonight." I said. "Instead, he shall know damnation." I let the soul drop, it disappeared as it fell through the chair, and the ground, letting out a wave of flame as it did. The flames spread, beginning to engulf the house. I stepped off the chair, taking Minara's hand to help her down, the fire around us nothing. She took the time to create some clothing for herself, and I smiled as I was made certain my sister knew how to use a short skirt to entice our next meal.

"Come, Minara." I said. "Let's leave our past behind and show this world what we can do together."

Her hand clung to mine, and I could feel our energies mingling pleasantly with one another. "I look forward to it." she said.

So we stepped out of the house, out of our life. Our family died that night, but my sister and I created a new family. From the ashes, maybe. Indeed, no one could explain why our house burned to the ground that night, nor how a highwayman found on the road the next morning came to be nothing more than an empty pelt in the road.

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Finito.

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Feh, blocks suck, especially ones that you could have concieved and birthed a baby in the space of. Well, this isn't the end of the Senera stories, but that's only if I can get the inspiration. Until then, keep your dick on the ice.

© Senera, 08/13/09