FSE

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Thirty years ago the ARK arrived in Earth’s orbit. The spaceship, colossal in its size, was easy to spot even with the most basic of telescopes. It’s gleaming silver hull had shimmered under the light of our distant star when the first satellite footage played over all the network television stations. Millions of streamers broadcasted to many more millions of viewers as everyone scrambled to record their own footage with every camera that could zoom in enough to catch even the tiniest glimpse of the gleaming wonder floating overhead.

What transpired that day altered the course of human history, and the world that humanity knew was forever changed.

The ARK was a colony ship, and contained within its walls were the last survivors of a distant and cataclysmic civil war. The surviving population of a now long dead world, remembered only as Paradise. The civil war had been fought by the planet’s two races of beings, the Heaven Striders and the Hell Drivers. Having fought for centuries against each other with technology and weapons that only grew in their terrible power, the two factions eventually lost their way. The leadership, desperate to annihilate the other, had only succeeded in annihilating themselves and any hope their world had of birthing another generation.

With their planet ravaged by war, left as an inhospitable husk, both factions laid down their arms and built an escape pod for their civilization, the ARK. Every last survivor of their world was crammed into statis pods and together they slumbered until the ship could find a world, any world, that could host them.

When they came upon Earth, and awoke from their slumber, they found it already inhabited by a primitive, but very much sentient people, but much like their own world Earth was ravaged by war. Desperate for a new home to call their own, but ridden with the guilt of having torn their own home apart, they could not lift a finger to destroy even a single human city in conquest, nor even a single traffic light.

What was left of Paradise begged for an audience with Earth’s leadership, and a long and difficult negotiation was had. In the end, the Heaven Striders and Hell Drivers alike, saddled with the remorse of having murdered their world, saw the opportunity to pay penance. Earth was primitive, but not stupid. Humanity had the capacity to learn, and the Survivors of Paradise had the capacity to teach.

In exchange for all the technology and knowledge of Paradise, and the eternal gratitude of both Heaven Striders and Hell Drivers, Earth would accept them as refugees and allow them to live amongst humanity. Once a warlike race of beings so devoted to each other’s destruction, the two warring factions had become teachers, creatures of humility whose only hope was that they could alter the course of this new world and bring about an endless era of prosperity for all.

With a swish the front door opened, the metal panel sliding sideways to reveal a very tall and very heavily burdened Heaven Strider in the doorway. The Strider, Raphaellia, stepped across the threshold, bags of fresh groceries in hand, and was greeted by the pleasant chime of music she’d programmed the door to play.

“I have returned.” She announced, her voice sweet like honey, and stepped into the small kitchen, the flowing fabric of her narrow skirt rustling easily in the cool air of the room. The apartment was not a large one, but it did have all the necessary appliances and accommodations for a couple, though it had not been built with the expectation that one of the two occupants would stand at nearly eight feet in height.

Raphaellia was typical of Heaven Striders. She boasted a fine white coat of fur across her sculpted and curved body with a gentle snout and golden eyes with the trademark rectangular pupils that made their kind’s eyes unique. Humans often remarked that they vaguely resembled a sheep whose wool had been freshly sheared. She was as feminine as the greatest of human muses, despite not being human herself. As a Heaven Strider, she was careful to ensure that her appearance was clean and modest, to make a strong example of how she and her peers were exemplar role models.

But a task as mundane as grocery shopping was not enough to deter an Earthling’s gaze, since all Heaven Striders, and even Hell Drivers, were considered beautiful and handsome by all humans. She sat the grocery bags down on the small kitchen island before beginning to remove the items so she could put them away where they each belonged.

“Welcome back!” A male voice rang cheerfully from behind her as she put a gallon of milk away in the fridge. Small arms wrapped around her middle, carefully running their hands over the curves of her hips, before coming to rest over her stomach, slowly stroking the subtle rise of the mound that was her pooched belly. She let her own hand fall to his and touched him, stroking her stomach along with him. She could sense how pleased he was with her return.

“I bought many new ingredients to experiment with. Your new diet should be as delicious as your old one, but much more healthy.” She told him, then gently extracted herself from his grasp so that she may turn to face him.

Before her stood an adult human male of average height and build, a mop of tousled hair sat atop his head. He was unfortunately very normal for a human, which meant there was much work for her to do to improve his life. At first sight she knew she needed to improve his diet so he would enjoy a longer life. As average as he was, he had untapped physical potential and several medical complications lying in wait if he did not alter many of his lifestyle habits.

“I hope so.” He replied, before adding with some trepidation, “I see a lot of green stuff.”

“It will be good for you, and I will make every bite tasty.” She replied with a smile, then asked him if he would like to help her put the groceries away, which he did.

When they were done she tucked the seven empty plastic bags into a recycle container, then turned off the kitchen lights to save on electricity. Many habits humans had were wasteful.

They had been wasteful on Paradise, too, but that was no more. Earth could still be saved.

“Would you like to help me choose what I cook for dinner, or would you rather I surprise you?” She asked, as he took her by the hand to pull her into the small living room. With her help his apartment was always clean, and she was sure to impress upon him positive habits to ensure it would remain so for both his physical and mental well being.

His reply came first as an exaggerated hum before ending with a shrug.

“I’ll surprise you.” She answered for him.

“Sounds good to me! By the way, how did the shopping go?” He asked, stepping in front of her to run his hands over the gentle swell of her tummy. She resisted the urge to chew her lower lip as she reached her hands down to take his, pulling them off her stomach.

“It went well, I did not encounter any problems.”

His hands broke her grip and found the sides of her skirt, as ivory as her fur but with a stylish gold trim. Despite her modesty, it was tradition for Striders like herself to appreciate the elegance of a narrow skirt that covered only the front and back with the sides of their legs exposed. They admired the beauty of their legs, and Raphaellia was no different. With her skirt in his hands he lifted the fabric and started folding it over onto itself while she held her breath in embarrassment.

When he had the front of her skirt folded completely, he tucked a corner of it under her waistband and knelt in front of her. With her great height he was now looking up at her exposed crotch, clad only in the gold fabric of her panties.

“Oh, ho, it’s still there!” She heard him say while she looked away, her eyes wandering the apartment as she tried to distract herself by finding anything in the room that might need her attention later.

“I did not remove it.” She replied in a whisper, then quietly gasped as she felt him tug at her backside.

His hand had traveled between her thighs and found the small, but durable, rubber handle sticking out from her posterior. He tugged again and she shut her eyes and bit her lip as she felt the toy inside her rear testing the grip her backside held on it.

“You ready for me to take it out?”

“Yes, please.” She said. The toy had been inside her for several hours, as he’d inserted it inside her this morning when she’d first woken him.

Ever since taking him on as her newest charge, she’d been subjected to many of his perversions. Despite being such a normal and friendly human, his lust was unquenchable, and it took all of her willpower and mental fortitude to assist him in satisfying his many needs. His hand tugged harder on the handle and she flexed her toes within her high heels.

She grew nervous as his free hand hooked a thumb under the side of her panties and tugged the fabric aside, exposing her vagina to him. As he pulled at the toy in her backside he admired her nether region as diligently as she examined the room for anything amiss she’d have to deal with. Her great modesty made all the sexual encounters with her charge all the harder, as her face and chest glowed bright pink with embarrassment as he knelt before her, her most private of places on full display.

“Are you clenching?”

“N-no.”

She felt him touch her vagina, his thumb first then his knuckles, as he rubbed them across the lips of her sex gently, in a teasing manner. His hand left her sex, then reappeared between her thighs as he used both to firmly grab the rubber handle. When he pulled the Strider felt her knees shudder moments before locking her legs straight through the sheer force of her will.

He’d placed his lips upon her own and was now kissing her down there with a hunger fit for the dinner table. She welded her eyes shut as she gnawed on her lips with nostrils flaring as she tried to keep her composure. The toy pulled harder at her insides, testing the strength of the muscles nestled deep within her backside. As she felt her anal ring grow taut with pressure she could feel his arms begin to tremble with exertion as he pulled down as hard as he could.

Raphaellia tried to ‘relax’ herself down there, but it was so difficult with her legs feeling so close to crumbling. A Heaven Strider was a powerful being, ‘superhuman’ in all areas physical, and yet her modesty and shame left her feeling crippled in areas of romance and bedroom matters.

Finally, she succeeded in relaxing her muscles and the taut ring gave way to the toy’s immense girth. A large rubber sphere popped out of her, leaving her a moment to exhale, body shuddering with relief as the toy made its exit.

“There’s the first one.” He said, his voice carrying notes of admiration. She flushed with greater embarrassment as she could feel his arousal peaking as he tested the sexual limits of her body. The first sphere of the string had been pulled free, but there were more, the other spheres that were the cause of the swell in her stomach.

He grabbed the sphere, an object the size of a softball, and yanked down, making her gasp. Her legs shuddered again, threatening to give out and cave, but she scrambled to hold them together as her hands leapt to her face to cover her mouth.

“You’re not allowed to fall.”

She was obedient. As a Heaven Strider she vowed to serve any human in need, and she’d offered her services to him months ago. She’d found him as a slightly overweight, underachieving, below average male. It was well within Raphaellia’s skill set and ability to convert such a specimen into something greater, to mold him into something more, and Heaven Striders did not give up in the face of adversity.

In the thirty years she’d lived on Earth she had serviced and succeeded in helping dozens of Earthlings, and in six months she’d helped this one lose over 30 pounds, find new gainful employment, and provide him with enhanced self-esteem and improved mood.

The second sphere stretched her ring taut again as she tightened her hands over her muzzle as it grew closer to popping free.

“Let go of your mouth, I want to hear your noises.” He told her, and she put her hands, trembling almost nonstop now, down to her sides.

She clenched her teeth, feeling his arms tremble between her thighs as they pulled with all their might, and her eyes rolled back in her head as the first droplet of drool fell from the corner of her mouth. Her sex was already dripping, quite sopping, as her own arousal worked its way to full swing. It was so embarrassing, so humiliating, to be treated as such a wanton sex object, and yet it never failed to awaken a lurid spirit within her unlike she’d ever felt before.

A loud gasp spat from her mouth at the same time the second rubber ball popped loudly out of her backside, leaving her chest heaving.

“There’s two.”

He let his hands reach up to the new sphere, and held onto it loosely as he let his arms rest. His mouth found her sex and he began to enjoy her as her hands balled into fists. Her legs were threatening to give way at any moment, and she had to keep herself focused on remaining upright lest she collapse.

With a wet slurp she swallowed the excess saliva accumulating in her mouth. Minutes went by before she felt a pressure at her backside again. She looked down, saw her charge casually devouring her mound as the swell of her stomach was noticeably smaller. A few minutes more and she felt her anal ring growing taut once more, but since this was the third time the sphere emerged from her with greater ease. She felt so much relief, and so much pleasure, at having the massive beads being pulled from her body. She would not willingly admit it, but she enjoyed this form of masochism.

“And three.” He announced as the bead popped free, “Just one more to go.”

“Touch yourself.” He told her, and began to pull at the beads again, the last great sphere slowly descending. With a hesitant hand she placed her fingers to her sex and began to massage them through her folds. She understood well how to pleasure herself, and it only added to her shame at letting someone watch as she deftly glided her digits over her petals, teasing her labia and tickling her clitoris with just the right movements.

He stopped pulling at the toy, and she relaxed, fingers still moving through her sex with a steady pace. He started pulling again, the strain teasing at her ring before he stopped again. Again, a start followed by a stop, he was teasing her this way on purpose. She answered him with a faster pace of her hands as her fingers increased their speed, moving through her labia like a blur, her slick juices splattering to the floor.

Suddenly, he yanked hard at the toy and she felt her backside pry open from the force before snapping back shut, the toy shooting out and falling to the floor with a dull, heavy thud.

Panting, Raphaellia pulled her hand away from her sloppy sex and felt a wave of relief wash over her that she was now free of the toy. Her charge pressed his own fingers inside her then, and she gasped as he went straight towards her innermost button. He pressed, moving his fingertips in firm circles over the pleasure center deep within her mound.

“Don’t stop.” He told her.

She put her hand back down and returned to pleasuring herself. As the two of them together worked over her sex she felt his free hand slip between her thighs and behind her. He found her anus, and slipped fingers within. He tugged at her body, and found her pucker was loosened up now from having been stretched open by the four massive spheres of the bead chain.

“How does it feel?” He said, panting himself with energetic arousal.

“G-good!”

Her free hand moved to her tummy where she examined her sculpted stomach, which was now able to appear ‘not pregnant’. The rubber toy had filled her so much, she felt positively empty now without them inside her.

“Mercy.” She began to whine, as the pleasure swelled inside her, her legs once again trembling under her weight. There was a genuine fear she would collapse to the floor if she climaxed now after all the teasing she’d been forced to endure.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet.”

She whined, biting her lip and shutting her eyes as her legs began to tremble harder, a constant stream of slick juice soaking through the fur of her inner thighs and dripping down her legs to the floor. Her left ankle suddenly went limp, her body suddenly feeling weightless in the brief moment she felt herself falling, but she caught herself, the strength of her high heels keeping the shoe from breaking as she forced her legs straight, knees shuddering as 3 sets of fingers stroked and poked at her most private of places.

“You almost lost.”

“P-please, mercy.” She begged, but didn't stop assaulting her own sex as her fingers continued to glid across her clit like a blur. Biting her lip again, her eyelids began to flutter as the world around her began to lose focus.

“Don’t cum.” He told her, and pinched the ring of her anus between his thumb and middle finger. She lifted the hand from her stomach to her mouth, and bit down on her knuckle as he continued to pinch her anus almost painfully, her orgasm being pushed back, but not far enough.

The hand inside her sex slammed its fingers against her button and her knees clamped together, her body locking up tight as she clamped her teeth down on her knuckle harder, eyes rolling back and fluttering.

Then her sex began to quiver, then quake, her folds writhing around her charge’s fingers as they tried to fruitlessly milk them like a male’s penis. She’d failed, she was climaxing, her frozen body loosening up with pleasure as her legs began to shudder and shake as a fresh load of slick feminine juices spilled from her tunnel and all over his hand to run straight down her legs.

“You lose! Again.” He laughed.

She released her knuckle from her mouth and gasped in shame.

“I-I’m sorry!”

“You’ll win eventually.” He told her, and pulled both hands away from her still writhing, flushed pink body. When he stood she followed him with her eyes before lifting her hands to his shoulders to take them in hand and pulling him into a tight embrace. Her affection in the midst of a powerful climax was always at its peak, and at its most honest.

“But now you have to pay up!”

He pulled himself away from her and started yanking off his clothing as he made his way to the couch to sit, fully nude, and with a full erection on display. He had no shame with her now and was bold with his every desire. Though fragile, her legs still felt she made her way to join him, letting her feet slip free of her heels in two steps before standing barefoot at his feet.

She knew what her duty was now. It was a silly exercise, since what she was about to do would still be happening even if she’d ‘won’ rather than lost. Her hands went to her hips, and she unhooked the side of her waist band, catching her skirt by the side and extending it over the floor with a hand before casually dropping it into a small pile.

He admired her hungrily from the couch as her hands rose to her large chest, fingers finding the hidden buttons of her top. Six buttons held her bust in check, and she started from the bottom. With each button undone her chest seemed to swell in size as the compression was released, freeing her breasts to the open air until finally at last the final button was undone and the top split in two, her chest shoving the fabric out of the way so her breasts could hang free as nature had intended.

Without sleeves, her top was easy to remove now. With a simple tug of the fabric with her hands and her shoulders emerged from the holes and then a straightening of the arm. The garment fell down her arms and she caught it with a hand and lifted it above where her skirt lay. Once dropped there was left a puddle of clothing on the floor with her body left on display. All that was left covering her body were the lengthy fingerless gloves she enjoyed, and the stockings that rose up to her mid-thigh.

Kneeling in front of him now, she had but to only pay for the penalty of failure. She slipped her mouth around his erection, feeling him pressing up against the roof of her mouth. For a Strider, this lurid act was beneath her, and yet as her head dutifully bobbed up and down his shaft she felt the fire in her loins rekindle as she milked the beginnings of his seed from him.

Thin watery precum drooled from his tip as she serviced him, his flavor unnatural to her taste buds, and yet so desirable at the same time. Pulling her mouth from him until all that was left in her mouth was the head of his cock, she slithered the tip of her tongue under his foreskin, tickling and teasing the entirety of his head with skilled precision.

He moaned and leaned back into the couch as she deftly assaulted his member, his hands rising to his face as he let out a louder groan with his toes curling on the floor. She pushed his knees further apart and placed one hand under his scrotum, and grabbed his shaft with the other. Raphaellia popped herself off of him, letting her drool drip over his head until it overflowed across her fist. With a gentle tug down she pulled his skin back, exposing him completely to the world, her other hand massaging his nuts gently in her large palm.

“You’re so good at this!” He gasped as she put her mouth on him again, just the head of his cock still, but the hand on his shaft was rhythmically squeezing in tandem with the rocking and rubbing of the hand under his balls. Her tongue lashed out, swirling around his glans while her mouth gently suckled at his tool.

She heard him moan loudly, then felt his hands grab at her long ivory ears. When he squeezed her ears she flushed red, submitting to him again just before he slammed his hips into her muzzle. She let go of his cock, letting his full length fill her muzzle until her nose was crushed into his stomach by his now frantic thrusting. He bred her face for thirty seconds before his body began to shudder, his cock spasming inside her mouth to fill it with his cream. She swallowed every drop, her eyes fluttering at the intense flavor, her embarrassment and humiliation driving her wild as the human male filled her belly with his seed.

When he was done he let go of her ears and sagged into the couch, which allowed her to escape him long enough to wipe the drool from her chin. Her entire body felt white hot with a burning arousal that still needed quenching. She’d not known the pleasure of masochism before meeting this newest charge, and now when she looked down at her soiled body she saw such a luscious and vivacious display she hardly recognized herself.

The lips of her sex with flushed bright pink and swollen with arousal, her nipples had swelled erect and puffy and were desperate for another’s touch, her ivory fur tinted a warm pink across her face and breasts. Her body hungered for more of this human’s abuse, she needed him to push her further and across the threshold of forbidden pleasure!

“More, please.” She asked him.

He groaned as he stood, putting a hand on her head to run fingers through her hair, which would have left her purring had she the ability to do it.

“On the couch then.” He told her, and she complied, crawling onto the couch and rolling onto her back, the couch creaking and groaning under her weight. When she was in position she watched with excitement as he knelt next to her on the floor, spreading her legs wide and pressing his thumb over her slit to run it up and across her clitoris. She moaned happily at the attention, then felt his fingers slip inside her.

He found her button, teased it only briefly, then twisted his hand back and forth inside her as he worked his remaining fingers inside, and then his thumb. When his knuckles strained at the lips of her sex she bit her lip, feeling him press his entire fist inside her body until at last it popped inside. She felt him clench a fist, stretching her inner walls taut.

“Lift your leg.”

She lifted the leg nearest the back of the couch, and pointed her toes to the ceiling while he laid his head to rest on her other thigh like a pillow as he began to pump his fist back and forth in her pussy. He left her panting as he fisted her, faster and faster until she was cradling her heavy breasts within her arms, marveling in wonder at the sensation a balled fist made over a woman’s gspot as it pumped within her like an enormous cock!

He shoved his hand in deeper, and she shouted as his fist met her cervix. She felt him rotate his first, rubbing his knuckles all around her womb’s entrance.

“Want me to get you off again?”

“Please!”

He pulled his arm back, the sound of him extracting his limb from her tight and sodden hole flushed her cheeks even pinker, before punching his arm back inside her. With a grunt her pussy swallowed his arm six inches past his wrist, her larger body hungrily gobbling up as much of him as it could.

Raphaellia grabbed at her breasts, her hands finding her swollen nipples before tugging at them and squeezing rhythmically. He was kissing her on the inner thigh now, his lips trace the edge of her stockings as his dominant hand continued to pound into her meaty tunnel harder and harder until every thrust was pushing a loud and whorish moan from the once proud Strider. It was too much!

She screamed, her pussy clamping tight around his arm, having hit her climax at last, her body locking up for a brief moment before descending into a long laborious shudder that echoed down from the tips of her ears to the ends of her toes.

When she was finished cumming he had to fight to pull his arm from her, her grip had been so tight on him.

She was still lout of breath as he crawled on top of her, his erection back to full strength and slipping against the sodden folds of her sex. A grin crept across her lips as he penetrated her, his cock not large enough to satisfy her like his arm could, but it wasn’t the size that left her smiling.

He started using her, hips thrusting into her quickly as he made use of her cunt like a toy. She burned bright red at the thought of what she’d look like if someone had stepped inside the apartment, watching with shock as the proud Heaven Strider laid limp while a puny human used her however he pleased. Just the thought of it, the shame she’d feel, was like electricity.

“You’re so loose, it’s like fucking a wet sock.” He teased her, his own mouth in a grin as he hammered away at her, his bare flesh slapping against her soaked fur.

“S-so cruel!” She shouted with faux offense, smiling and yet feeling so ashamed at how lewdly her body must have looked and felt. The Heaven Strider tried to clench her pussy, but that didn’t seem to tighten herself up by very much. His fist had left her ruined for the day, and her ass surely was no tighter.

He grabbed her tits, his hands coming to rest on her plump nipples before squeezing them in big handfuls. Her massive chest shook with his thrusts until he forced them still with his grip. She groaned, feeling him tug and pull at her nipples until she was biting her lip again. A strong pull, and he lifted both her squishy orbs before letting them drop to her chest with a dull clap.

“Want me to bully your tits?”

She nodded, biting her lips a little harder, her chest flushing a brighter shade of shameful pink.

With his right hand he slapped her breast, and she yelped. No sooner than that and she felt his pubic hair brush up against her clit and she flinched as a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. He slapped her other breast with his left and she yelped again. She felt him grabbing her nipples with his fingers where he tweaked and tugged them, teasing them just to the point of pain before letting them go so he could slap her breasts together, the shock of which left her breasts slapping together with another dull clap.

“Please!” she shouted.

He planted both hands on her nipples and leaned forward, pressing her tits tight to her chest with his weight as his hips pummeled her even harder. She felt little from his cock, but his abdomen slapped her clitoris with great speed, and each time their bodies met his pubes tickled her button until she was curling her toes and shivering under him with need.

“Mercy!” She begged, but it was a lie, she knew he wouldn’t stop. He’d only abuse her harder if she begged him to stop, and so that’s why she begged. He abused her more, his hands tightening their grip on her swollen and plump nipples until it hurt, her clitoris eagerly accepting its own punishment from the swift thrusts of her human charge.

He surprised her, yanking his cock free of her slit and letting her tits fall free to her sides. Stepping aside and off the couch she saw him lift his hand, palm straightening out, before watching him swing it down to slap her across the cunt. Both pain and pleasure shot through her body like lightning.

The first slap was too much of a surprise to force a word from her mouth, but the second slap left her delivering a shout to his ears. He dug his fingers into her cunt again, quickly finding her gspot before roughly massaging it. Jerking his fingers in and out of her until she was spilling slick juice like a faucet she screamed as her next climax swelled up in her belly.

He ripped his hand away from her cunt and slapped her pussy again, shoving her orgasm to the background as she cried out, her hands grabbed at the couch cushions while her legs shuddered and shook. Fingering her again, she shoved her knuckle back into her mouth, she bit down, trying to stifle her cries as he brutally massaged her cunt until she was near her peak, only to slap her back down.

Her chest was heaving, she was desperately in need of her release, but he wouldn’t let her cum. Every time he’d bring her close he’d deliver a powerful slap to her sex that drove the pleasure back, but not completely.

“Mercy!” She cried, but this time she meant it. “Mercy, please!”

He jumped her, body on top of her's again as he frantically scrambled across her body until he was straddling her midsection, his stiff cock jabbed at the underside of her breasts before he could take a new hold of them by her nipples. Jerking at her tits she shouted again, feeling him thrust against her, cock sliding between her breasts.

Raphaellia placed her own hands at the sides of her bust and shoved them together, tightening the grip her tits would have on his member as he fucked her valley as frantically as he could. His endurance only lasted a minute before he released. Cum shot between her tits and was quickly soaked up by her fur like a sponge, the young man breathing heavily over her as he settled down from his second climax.

She was still desperate for her own release, but dutifully held her tits tightly together, neglecting her own needs as she waited for her charge to make the next move. When he crawled off of her he collapsed onto the empty spot on the couch that tested between her legs with one of her legs trapped behinf his back while his legs laid over her other.

“Please.” She begged him after a minute had passed of him resting quietly in his spot on the couch.

“Give me a minute.” He panted. She whined in reply with a bite of her lip.

She lifted her hands into the air and saw how badly they were trembling, and she could feel her legs were just as weak. Heaven Striders were superhuman beings from another world, and yet she’d been laid so low by this average little male. The humiliation of being made into a sex toy was something her past self could never see becoming real, and yet here reality sat. Raphaellia, once proud and noble, reduced to being but a lurid little slut.

The doorbell rang, the cheerful tune she’d selected herself singing to the two of them that they had a visitor. She flinched at the tune, neither he nor her were ready to greet a guest in any sort of way.

“Go answer the door.” He told her, lifting his legs and planting his feet on the couch so her right leg was free to move.

“I- I’m not decent.” She replied.

“When they see you like that they won't ever visit again, go check the door.” He told her, then hovered his hand over her cunt and thumped her clit with his finger. Her yelp devolved into a submissive whine, and she began to roll herself off the couch, extracting her leg out from behind him. When she stood up her legs felt weak like putty, but she managed to stumble her way to the door just as it rang a second time.

Raphaellia pressed the green button on the doorframe and the door slid open, revealing a tall dark furred figure standing on the welcome mat. The Hell Driver standing before her was ignoring her, being much too busy looking down at the holographic display she held in her hand, an expression of total boredom etched onto her goat-like features. In her opposite hand she held a stack of four pizza boxes. Without bothering to look up at who had answered the door the Hell Driver began to read from the display her prepared pitch for her services.

“Greetings, Human! My name is Belialia, proud Hell Driver and Former skilled pilot from my beloved home Planet of Paradise! To you, I come to offer you my most earnest service and my utmost devotion to your Earthly wellbeing! As a token of my endless kindness and goodwill I have brought an offering of Pizza, in four flavors from Cheese to Meat Lovers! I can only hope that this gift pleases you enough that you might permit me a moment of your time so that we may choose to walk the path of life together so that I can uplift you from your current lowly status.” She finished reading, finally forcing a mostly fake smile to her features before at last looking up at the woman standing in the doorway.

The Hell Driver’s facial expression went slack, then fell harder into a confused frown as her eyes darted up and down at the sight of her former enemy, a Heaven Strider, standing nude and covered in all manners of sexual fluids. Raphaellia’s stomach began to growl, reminding her that neither she nor her charge had had their dinner yet.

“What manner of ridiculous bullshit is this, Strider!” The Hell Driver cursed, taking one step backwards with a new look of raw indignation overcoming her face.

“We’re hungry.” She replied, finding a sudden burst of strength as the smell of fresh pizza hit her nose, shooting out her hand to grab the Hell Driver by the wrist. When she yanked the woman towards the doorway, the Driver naturally struggled, threatening to spill the pizzas, but foolishly caught the boxes against her impressive bust instead of ditching them in favor of escape, her face now wrought with panic and confusion.

“Wait, no, just take the pizzas! I didn’t sign up for the pervert beat!” She shouted just as the door slid shut behind her, trapping the Hell Driver inside the apartment with both Raphaellia and her pervert of a human.

For thirty years Heaven Striders and Hell Drivers had worked diligently to better mankind in all manner of ways, uplifting the human species above and beyond where they’d have gotten on their own. Advanced technologies, medical advancements, a present day life pulled straight from the pages of a science fiction novel.

And of all the survivors of Paradise paying a penance for their misdeeds, a small few of them got stuck helping the horniest little shits Earth had to offer. It was kind of like a harem anime.