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Monster musume: Miia's hidden desire"Wake up," a silky feminine voice cooed, the voice pulled Miia from her sleep, her body struggling to move as the lamia let out a tired yawn."So warm," the monster girl purred, she couldn't help but nestle against the soft pillow that seemed to radiate warmth. A hand ran over her, pressing the equally warm blanket against her body, running over every curvature of her curvacious body."That's it, Darling," the snake woman moaned weakly as the hand stopped on one of her ample boobs. "This is amazing,""Are you enjoying my stomach that much? the voice taunted. Miia instantly recognized the voice this time. It was Rachnera. The giant arachne woman who competed for the love of their human caretaker Kimihito. Miia tried to shoot up only to find her body restricted by the tight warm softness she had mistaken for her bed."Stomach!?" Miia cried."That's right, my stomach. You can't act so surprised that someone finally ate you. After all, you try to make yourself look so tasty. We both know this is what you've wanted for a long time." Rachnera teased, her powerful but nimble hand groping Miia's boob as she taunted the serpent. Miia wriggled weakly, the prison of flesh pressing against her so tightly she barely move. Her eight-meter long body compressed tightly into Rachnera's much smaller body, her tail wrapped around itself more times than Miia could count, she could now feel just how tight the stomach was as it pressed tightly against her body."Why? Why would you do this?! Darlings going to freak when he finds out you did this!" Miia wailed, her face pressing against the taut flesh."Why? Really? Like I said, you asked for this. The way you dress, the way you move. I've seen the way you got lost when Papi ended up swallowing a foot of your tail. I see the way you seem so enthralled by the idea of vore. But unlike Honey, I know the truth. You want to be eaten, not do the eating." Rachnera cooed, her long slender fingers cupping under Miia's chin as if she were her lover.Miia's body shuddered uncontrollably hearing Rachnera's words."W...What...mak...makes...you...say that?" Miia stuttered timidly, her body slumping limply against the warm rippling flesh. Before Rachnera could speak, a loud growl thundered through the tight gut, the spider woman let out a sadistic yet playful giggle before replying."First, Papi, when she accidentally started swallowing your tail, you went limp, you let it happen, you even helped her. One flick would have been all it took to get her off, and yet you let her keep eating your tail for several minutes before Horse flesh got her off you. We both know you were fully willing to let her gobble you up, weren't you?" Rachnera taunted, her fingers running across the bulge of Miia's face gently, almost sweetly."Second, despite all your talk about how good lamia's are at eating things whole, you don't. You make sure to chew your food like a good girl.""It's just good manners to chew your food!" Miia interrupted."Not as much as you do, not when you talk about how good it feels to swallow something whole, and I have to say, you were right. It felt great." Rachnera cooed. "Third, you use the phrase good enough to eat a lot lately when describing yourself. Could it be that you were trying to subtly get Honey to eat you up? Well, sorry to tell you, but he couldn't even if he wanted to. But we both know he never would. Just like he'd never make fried chicken out of Papi or slurp down Mero no matter how much she'd like him to.""Have I?" Miia rasped weakly, her heart beating faster by the second with Rachnera's taunting, the rippling flesh against her soft skin, she was utterly helpless against the arachne powerful body. Without thinking her hands began to move, one to her groin, the other to her breasts, every breath heavy and slow."All those skimpy outfits, those short skirts and tiny tube tops, they were never to get Honey horny, they were to get him hungry. Or anyone, really." Rachnera tittered. "Well, now I can fulfill your dream and digest you into my sexy body.""But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you want to get out of my stomach as fast as possible before you end up as padding for my big perky tits." the arachne's hands slid away from Miia. The snake woman let out a quiet whine as the delicate hands left her, she knew they were running over Rachnera's plump boobs, just to prove her point."All you have to say is that you want to come out. I've even got a guarantee to make me puke you up, some leftovers of your crime against all living beings you call "cooking," "Hey! Don't refer to my cooking like it's a crime against nature. I'm getting better!" Miia howled, her body bursting to life as she beat weakly against the cramped stomach."Interesting that that's the thing you get upset about. That I'd be using your food to make myself throw up. A much bigger reaction than the fact I ate you and plan to digest you." Rachnera giggled evilly."That's enough, Rachnera!" a voice interrupted, it was Kimihito, the human the two both adored. How long had he been there?"Let her out," the human's voice called."No!" Miia cried without thinking, her heart pounding in her ears. "Spidey's right. I have wanted to be eaten, for longer than I can remember." Miia panted weakly."I just didn't want to admit it until recently, after all, a lamia wanting to get eaten? But when we ended up searching up vore by accident, I just couldn't get it out of my head. Wanting to be devoured, wanting to be digested. She's right, I knew you never would eat me, but the idea was too good not to think about it." Miia moaned, as a lamia, the idea of eating someone was always a taboo subject, but if it was brought up it was treated with the expectation that a lamia could only be the one doing the eating. But Miia had had dreams of being eaten since she was young, a dream she'd tried to ignore and pretend wasn't the case. But now, now there was no denying it."Rachnera," the lamia panted heavily, "I'm prey, I want this, so please digest me!" Miia screamed with ecstasy, her body convulsing before slumping limply against the tight pulsing wall. "Did you just orgasm while asking me to digest you? You really are food at heart, aren't you? Such a foolish prey. Well, that's fine. It's no secret that I love preying on people, though normally it's not this literal." Rachnera tittered."So, what do you think, Honey? Can I digest her like she wants?"There was silence for a moment, the only sound the creek of the floorboard before Kimihito's hand took Miia's through the soft flesh."Are you sure about this? You don't have to do this. Rachnera will let you out if you want out. She may talk cruel but you know she loves you too." his words were so gentle and loving Miia couldn't help but smile as she tried in vain to entwine her fingers with his."He's right. I'm willing to grant your wish, but only if you truly want it. If you don't I'll get you out right now." Rachnera cupped her meal's chin lovingly."No! I want this, I want Rachnera to digest me. Please don't let me out." Miia moaned."Smith? Any issue with this?" Rachnera cooed."...I hate all of you. The worst part is this is the third case like this. Apparently, this "vore" thing is a recurring thing among liminals, and I am not okay with it! But no. The exchange bill doesn't cover anything like this, it's just classified as part of "liminal culture" at least so long as it's not a human on the other end. So there's no legal repercussion, at least yet" the tired human woman's voice chimed for the first time since the strange conversation had begun. "Last chance Miia, you sure you want to give up your life to become fat?" Rachnera asked, her voice trembling slightly."Spidey, shut up and digest me."
Adir and the Sky Queen 7: The End has ComeNo one near the entrance was in sight. This was perfect. Spyro and the others still had to be somewhere inside the temple, unaware of the treachery that had transpired. Or that was at least Cynder's darkest wish. Jacquelyn entered the training dojo, gazing up at the massive dragon statue where it stood in the center of the room as before. She hadn't seen it before, but the floor that encircled the statue, it seemed, had been opened to lead down to Ignitus' grotto on flights of winding stone steps. Like with the rest of everything within the temple, that vainglorious statue would not be there any longer. The heroine made her way down to the grotto, anticipating her quarry to be in the next level, but as she entered the room there was only the red dragon Ignitus. He was still looking into the pool of visions when she entered.“Ah, Jacquelyn!" his face beamed, "so good to see you again." Jacquelyn smiled kindly at the red dragon, concealing her inner darkness from him. She looked behind him to see the orb that was stolen from her mistress’s lair sitting upon a stone slab facing the wall. Turning her head like a machine, she surveyed her surroundings, and through some of the other open doors within the grotto, she saw no one else. It didn't take long for Ignitus to notice her odd behavior. "Are you alright?" he asked. “Uh, sure,” she answered with a straight face. “Adir was just asking where Spyro was and wanted to talk to him before bed.” Ignitus shook his head. "I'm afraid to tell you that he is not here. While you were with Adir and the Samurai, I instructed Spyro to hide his family in a new refuge deep in the swamps, and for their safety he is not to tell you or Adir where it is." "Does that mean you don't trust me?" asked Jacquelyn. "Oh no, It's not that," said Ignitus. "But Cynder has ways of slipping past our defenses; that includes attempts to capture one of us for torture until we tell her what she wants to hear, so we must be careful. I was not informed where they would be taken, but the young dragon said he would return very…GASP!”Ignitus was caught off guard when his throat was suddenly squeezed so hard that no air could enter him.The Dragon turned his eyes to see it was Jacquelyn, squeezing onto his throat with her incredible strength. It was only for one moment, yet it was enough for him to see the inner darkness through her glimmering eyes. “….No…” He choked, realizing that Jacquelyn had been corrupted. He had no idea how it was possible and cursed himself for not sensing before. He tried to fight her off, but then he was slammed against the side of the wall like a ragdoll. For all of his strength, he could not deter or break his attacker’s tight grip; an admirable fight he was putting up but her strength greatly outmatched his own. Again, Ignitus was slammed against the other side of the wall, wincing from the pain. It was not long before the Great Dragon fell limp on the floor. Jacquelyn callously let him drop, not knowing if he was dead or unconscious. Using her superhuman speed she quickly grabbed the glowing orb that was still sitting against the wall and flew straight through a few of the walls with ease, busting through each of them and made it outside before turning back towards the temple with an evil smile on her face.Following the voice inside her head, she returned to the Samurai’s camp that had long been reduced to rows of burning tents Amidst the blood hewed corpse, under Cynder’s command, Adir the purple dragon samurai was left unconscious from the unexpected betrayal of the one he befriended. She lifted him over her shoulders and carried back to her Mistress’ lair.These are the accounts of Cynder’s personal chronicler, who alone upholds the privilege of recording her victory over her enemies and what came of it in the aftermath: It was over for all who defied Cynder and her armies. Any hope for the defeat of the darkness was cast away. The Dragon Samurai were all either dead or imprisoned, and the Purple Dragon himself, Spyro, had fallen. The great Ignitus would not live to see the bleak end of his beloved protege, the Purple Dragon Samurai whom all the Guardians and the samurai had put all their hopes upon. The Prophecy was forfeit. In a final attack upon Cynder’s fortress, the purple dragon rallied all the remaining Dragon Samurai and the guardians, who had evaded death or capture, to assault the Dark Fortress. No doubt their family and friends and all of the world depended on their success, if only to delay the inevitable. They came upon the sight of the massive fortress with steadfast courage. They were ready to face the might of the terror of the skies and all that she had mustered under her. Nothing would make them retreat as they were all that was left between them, and an age of darkness. They challenged the might of Cynder as they charged the entrance and attacked from above; a full frontal assault to show they were not going to stand down. They would not be deterred, and they would fight to their bitter end until they stood above the corpse of the black dragon and raised their weapons high above what would have been the ruins of the fortress.But that would never come for any of them. They fought through the fortress with valor and might, past the Apes and the defenses in the interior. Though her fortress was being invaded, Cynder sat atop one of her dark towers as she listened to the reports of her minions, overhearing the sounds of battle from below. Yet, Cynder never moved from her roost; her aloof demeanor was all a ruse to help her ‘guests’ to feel like they had a chance. She would have quite a surprise for them if they would make it to where the tower stood. She expected them to, and when they arrived there with fire and sword, nothing would save them from the regret they would suffer for defying her. After an hour of brutal melee from both air and ground level, the invaders had defeated most of the fortress’s defenders. Most of the apes either laid dead or cowered while some of the strongest among them still tried to hold back the intruders in the name of their Mistress. Cynder only laughed when she laid eyes upon the ones who invaded her fortress from below as they looked up at her, swearing her end was going to be on that very night. How wrong they would be when out of the darkened sky, as fast as the streak of lightning that struck near the dragons and dragon samurai, slammed the ground like a comet before them.They all looked upon Cynder’s secret weapon, and to their shock it was Jacquelyn. Dressed in armor that resembled the black dragon, it only made them realize that this time she was not on their side. Unaware of the dark enchantment that held sway over her volition, in their eyes her true allegiance was shown, and in a brief gloat she revealed how it was her Mistress’ machinations that brought them all there; she was the one who had taken down the temple, slew Ignitus, captured the four great Master Samurai, and captured Adir. Horrified and enraged by what was told to them, all the dragon samurai and the guardians engaged their former ally, but she was too powerful for them. Her strength lifted up the guardians like they were nothing, slamming them each into walls and each other. Her speed was so great that no one could get a clear shot at her with an arrow or fireblast. No matter what, they could not even strike her.One by one, the Guardians fell. On Cyril she flew so fast she pierced through his icy chest, breaking glacier barrier with ease, ripping through his organs till she came out from behind and killing the dragon from within. Volteer; she massacred by grabbing his head and ripped it off of him when she flew upwards. And finally, for Terrador, she wanted to make a good example for her Mistress. She grabbed his tail and ripped it off. Before he could even roar in pain she used the tip of the bony club at the tail end and bashed his head into the ground; bashing it till there was nothing left.The Dragon Samurai tried to avenge their fallen mentors and friends, but their might and power paled in comparison with Jacquelyn's. Fueled with her own power and the darkness that her mistress had given her, the family of warriors were easily dispatched. And once she was finished knocking out the last of them, she looked upward to the tower to see that Spyro was engaged with Cynder in a final showdown, unaware of his friends and mentor’s defeat.Spyro was about to finish Cynder, but just before he could unleash his power his wings were suddenly grabbed and torn off, leaving him to fall hundreds of feet to the ground below. The agony was extreme, the pain in his heart hurt the worst when he saw the remains of the Guardians and the Dragon Samurai. They had fallen! They were the world’s last hope... and they all were dead or incapacitated. The world turned black in his eyes as a bladed tail came down and sliced his head clean off. Alas, the Prophecy was no more. All resistance to our Mistress’ rule and the coming of the Dark Master were now put to shame. Even now, the halls of this great fortress echo with the triumphant roar when she held the purple dragon's head in her grip before squeezing it till it shattered; leaving little remains of the only one that could have been able to stop the coming darkness. It was not long after the defeat of the purple dragon and all his allies, before the Dark Master had finally returned. From the dark realm, he emerged from it with Cynder flying by his side. He was greatly joyous and satisfied to finally be free of his prison after a thousand years. His return was met with prideful screeches and howls by the thousands of apes that awaited the long return of the one that took them under his wing, and made them into the powerful force that served as his eyes, his claws, and his fangs. With tales of the slain purple dragon Spyro and the presumed death of Adir, and the loss of the Guardians along with the other Dragon Samurai, all hope was diminished. Malefor’s forces pressed onto the outer lands and they were met with little resistance. Without hope, there were only pockets of those that were not willing to let the Ape Armies conquer their homes and take their lives without a fight, all eventually brushed aside with little effort. Malefor would not only send Cynder out to dispatch those that continued to resist him, he sent out the one that his pupil had corrupted with her own power.The mysterious human from another dimension, who had such power that even Malefor could not believe existed, provided him the tool he needed to conquer the world expeditiously. If his own ape armies could not diminish what tiny resistance they faced, Jacquelyn would handle it personally. Watched tentatively by the one who had corrupted her mind to begin with, Cynder relished her prized warrior cutting through her enemies with ease. It was never a dull sight for both her and Malefor, as he at times would fly out to the latest land that had yet to be conquered to spectate the warrior himself. He was quite amazed by what that Jaquelyn girl could do; it seemed that nothing could stand in her way. No one could match her. Even he believed a fight against her would be a challenge in itself, and that would have put him on edge if she were against him. If she had sided with Adir and the others, then his return would have been prevented, and everything he had dreamed of would have been exterminated.The capture of Adir was a stroke of genius on Cynder’s part; using him against Jacquelyn from the beginning to force her to surrender and be corrupted later. Compassion. A weakness in most beings that believe in the good of all things. Cynder learned firsthand from her Master that only the strong could survive, and thus had the obligation to use their power to put those of weak-willed nature in their place. With someone as powerful as Jacquelyn it disappointed them that she was the only one of her kind. The lands across the world took time to conquer as resistance groups were many and Jacquelyn could only be used in one place at a time. Malefor had often wondered: “Was she truly one of her kind? What if the realm of where she came from had many beings like her? What if they would invade the world and try to retrieve her?”Many questions stirred through the dark dragon’s mind. He could not be at ease knowing that possibly someday his rule, soon to be an empire, could come under attack by more of Jacquelyn's kind. This was something he could not allow. But how would he prevent this from happening? Soon his reign would dominate the entire world and he would need to replenish his armies. Apes, however, would mean little to what Jacquelyn's kind could do. Malefor himself would not be interested in having a challenge to his rule after he would have the world in his grip. Time would pass, after the fall of the Great Tall Plains, that Cynder would approach Malefor with her reason of keeping the boy alive all this time. From his throne in the Dark Fortress, he smiled wickedly at his right-hand’s proposal. It seemed that there would be no reason to dispose of Adir after all, for very soon, a new army would spearhead his total control of the rest of the world. One that the two humans would breed.Cynder traveled to the ruins of the Dragon Temple. It seemed fitting that the plan she was about to put in motion would happen to where it all had begun. She flew toward what was left of the once proud temple. The Structure was once a sign of hope to dragon kind and to all that followed them. She remembered how it stood proudly on the side of the cliff overlooking the land. She was told that was where her egg came from. She was in the nursery when Gaul raided the temple and stole the egg. But Malefor told her that the dragons were feeble. They were simply going to be nothing more than a mere foot soldier in what little ranks they had. Just a pawn to hold back the inevitable. Malefor had sworn to her that she would have a true purpose in life. She would serve him, true, but in return she would have glory. She would be second in command over his apes as well as what would make the new bulk of a new army. She would have the honor of taking charge of what would be the next step of his plan. Her name will be marked in history for it. Cynder’s eyes beamed at the thought as she landed on the balcony of the ruined temple. The Dragon’s order that she would have been part of would have held her back. They would deny her real power. They would never allow her to be more than anything greater. Malefor had given her far more than the wretches of that weakened race could offer her. It was time for a new age; to make her kind rise to something greater than they could have ever hoped for. They would become a dominant species, no more troubling themselves with lowly creatures. Cynder walked up the ruined path crushing some of the fallen pieces of the walls of the temple. She scratched the pathway, sharpening her talons as she came upon the dojo of the temple. Some of the walls still stood but in relative tatters, and a mere knock with her tail could send it crashing down. She saw that the statue that was once in the Dojo was gone. Nothing but the feet of the dragon statue was left. She went down into the grotto where the pool of visions still remained, being the only thing in the entire temple that remained intact. Her eyes stared down into the green pool for a few minutes, but nothing was shown. She understood that only the Guardians were capable of seeing what came from the pool. Snorting in frustration, it was now clear how Spyro and Adir always managed to find where she once kept the imprisoned Guardians and the Dragon Samurai masters.She twirled one of her sharp claws in the pool of visions, waiting impatiently for Gaul and his bumbling idiots. Sometimes she would often wonder why her master would choose apes to make up his army? They were eager to follow him, and they made great troops by the numbers to overwhelm enemies, but they were greatly incompetent. How else would they allow prisoners to be freed in many fortresses across the lands including her very own fortress? They had the numbers and every matter of defense, yet they fell easily to the purple dragon of prophecy and his allies in nearly every encounter. What she had planned would solve that issue.They needed something to add to their army; a new breed of soldier that not only knew loyalty, but was vested in cunning and skill; soldiers that would become Malefor’s elite possessing power in their hands instead of meager weaponry. He had given her his permission to carry out her plan where and how she willed, and there was no better place than to begin such production than at the ruins of the Dragon Temple. Cynder chuckled darkly. On this day, history would mark a beginning.She heard the screeches of Dreadwings coming from outside the temple. She looked through the entryway out of the dojo to see a dozen Dreadwings flying towards the ruins, each of them flanking her prized warrior who cradled a certain purple samurai in her arms. “You are late, Gaul,” Cynder growled, rising up from the grotto to greet her minions as they dismounted. “A thousand apologies,” said Gaul in a low voice, “oh patient one. While you were roosting safely inside your temple like a little bird, we faced some trouble along the way.” “You found them then?” asked Cynder. “We are not sure,” replied Gaul, “but our scouts believe that they are being assisted by fairies, which means that we can uproot every tree in the forest or swamp all we want, and we’d never find this samurai brat’s family.”“Soon,” the dragon smiled, “it will not matter one bit.” She gazed back to her prized warrior. “You, Jacqyelyn!” She called out, “Bring the boy here!”The ape escorts all stood to one side, letting the strong woman pass and present Adir to her. Even in her corrupted state, she was permitted to retain some semblance of an emotional connection to her dear friend, which was why she was gentle with setting him down. Adir knelt before her and the dragon, his body and mind succumbed under some drug-induced state by Cynder during his imprisonment, and all his armor and clothes were long gone.Jacquelyn knelt down next to Adir, his head hung low as if in sleep. Gently, she brushed her soft fingers against his bare chest, moving them over his battle scars until she came beneath the raised areas of his breast. These, she stroked to harden them. Adir opened his eyes as the attention he was receiving could not keep him asleep. She smiled at him, keeping his head up so he could look deep into her eyes. “Morning, Adir,” she greeted warmly, though Adir himself could barely even acknowledge her as the drugs kept his state weak and groggy, unable to barely speak a word. “I think you will be pleased to know we will soon make good use of you, after all,” Jacquelyn explained, continuing to massage his chest until he was harder than a diamond. For a moment, she broke through the mist in his eyes.“...J-Ja-Jacq...” he mumbled aimlessly, his lips almost curved into a goofy smile. “What is going on here?” Gaul grunted. “What do we need him for? It's better to just finish him off!” “And that is why your kind lacks anything when it comes to imagination,” Cynder snorted. “Enough, slave! You two apemen, prepare him and then drop him into the pool down there. Feet first.”The two apemen behind Gaul took Adir from Jacquelyn and carried him down to the grotto, each minion roughly carrying the boy by his legs and arms like a sandbag. Once there, they fitted a purple crystal ball neatly into his mouth like a gag, then they tied his hands and legs together with a stone chained to his ankles and dunked him, feet first, into the pool where his whole body vanished under the water. Their task having been completed, the apemen returned to the dojo without another moment. Inside the pool, the boy was losing air fast, and with his arms and legs tied and the drug still invested in his body he could not struggle. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gurgled one final word, losing the last of his air. “Jacq...” The last string of air bubbles seethed through the crevices of his lips before he stood completely still.End of Part 1
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