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How quite fortunate, dear reader, that we have found a compromise! The story behind how Eshere became much more comfortable with writing will be posted another time, but for now--

Took fucking long enough. Shitty slime girl has some real issues. If I—

Hello, there. This is Eshere. Tik Tik has asked me to continue the writing for now, because the pesky demon in her head is starting to complain. I apologize that I couldn't finish telling the story before today, but that whole issue is far behind us. So without further delay, I shall end this preface and continue with the story previously left off.

Sis is a mimic, a creature that can take the form of anything she wishes. Currently, she is a house, but she was not always such a prodigious size. She is one most ancient thing and has seen much in her time. Perhaps the first truly wondrous experience was her encounter with the initiation of a new High Priestess.

What she didn't know at the time was that she would become a part of the initiation herself.

Taking the form of a phallic altar and covered in the berries that the priestess had turned into a paste, Sis was feeling a way she had never felt before. Her perception became hazy, even as the warm flesh of the woman loomed over her. The priestess had disrobed and lowered her slit towards the altar to the great spirit, not knowing that Sis had broken the pole and assumed its form in haste.

So, when the nether lips of the priestess touched Sis's form, the mimic found itself in a situation it had never imagined.

Inside, it was delightful and warm. Certainly, it was darker than she was used to, but the squeezing muscle around her eased her worries. As the woman sang her prayers, Sis became much more relaxed than she ever thought possible. Indeed, the relaxation that came over her was strange. She didn't know that the lubricant the priestess rubbed all over her was, in fact, an aphrodisiac. The relaxation was only the first step, as the next part of the process began when blood pumped all throughout Sis's body, heating her up, stiffening her, engorging her, making her twitch and spasm.

The priestess gasped, gripping onto the statue in front of her. Her eyes widened as she looked to her deity, biting her lip as her own berry-induced lust grew within her. “My great spirit," she sighed. “You have… chosen me…?"

Her rocking increased in fervor, plunging herself harder upon Sis, sending the mimic deeper into her core. Sis felt an uncontrollable urge to put all of her extra mass into the shaft. She pushed up further, deeper, burrowing past the unplumbed depths of the priestess.

When Sis met resistance, she fought against it and tore through the barrier. Her mind was too enamored with the toxins flowing through her, keeping her from thinking clearly. What exactly was she doing? She didn't know, but she knew it felt good to go deeper, so she writhed and flailed, fighting against the convulsing walls to push even further inside!.

Soon enough, another barrier kept her from reaching her innermost goal, quivering and puckered, this doorway is her ultimate enemy, and she would ram through it, no matter the cost!

The priestess fell upon the altar of her god as he ravished her insides, bursting through her maidenhead with no regard for her safety. The pain that shot through her was a source of fear, at first, but she soon melted into the moans of pleasure and delight. She had been chosen by her deity, and his fervor has shown how much she was favored by him. She rocked her hips, urging him forward, further than he had gone before, until, suddenly, the tip of the rocky phallus struck against the entry to her womb.

She screamed, one hand held herself up while another clutched at her belly.

Panicked voices called from beyond the veil, asking their priestess if she was alright.

“Stay back!" she shouted, her voice strained. “I can… I can handle this. Our spirit… has chosen me!" She rubbed her stomach, watching as the bulgejostled inside of her, feeling the movements of the determined mimic within her body.

Sis, feeling that pressure coming from outside became more determined. She pulled back and hammered against that barrier. She struck at it over and over, each time, causing the priestess to yelp and cry. But it was no use. She was just too large, just too hard. But she is a mimic, and she can mimic what she pleases!

She changed, becoming more liquid as she poured herself into the innermost chambers. Feeling the warm liquid filling her up, the priestess throws her head back and holds her arms up high towards the statue of the Great Spirit, crying in her exultation to her deity. “Your seed! I have received your… yours! Aaaah!" With that, she collapsed back, her belly swollen with the mimic riding inside of it, a smile etched with the perverse joy of a sex priestess impregnated by her deity.

And so, the people of what would become Anteronia celebrated when, a day later, the priestess gave birth to the child of the god. They were in awe of Sis's ability to transform, and they fed her, and they helped her grow, and, for the longest time, she was finally content with herself.

Her contentment, though, only lasted for a short while, as the people of the cult dispersed as more buildings grew around the temple, and as the temple of sheets and furs was replaced with buildings of stone and masonry, the people changed. All sorts of new creatures populated the area, and new foods for Sis were abundant, but the warm vibrant land became cold streets and small alleyways. She found more places to hide, more places to hunt, but one thing she didn't have for the longest time was a family.

That is, of course, before she found me and before she became my Sis. I'm happy to have met her, and I'd like to think that, maybe, just maybe, she's happy to be my sis, too.