Blog Unbound: The Shimmering Black Chaos of the Harbingers

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. Directly following Harbinger of Darkness, this story concludes the Sci-Fi cycle. This story follows Cabal Master Jason, Rogue Queen Elizabeth, and others connected with the too young galactic alliance against the “Harbingers,” who created the half-alien Queens. The initial tools will prove to not be enough against the emboldened Harbingers … Enjoy!

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The Shimmering Black Chaos of the Harbingers

For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I an an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. — H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider.

The Death at the End of the Tunnel:

With little ceremony, due to the impending war, Jason received his promotion to Master within his ancient and battle scarred organization. He would now serve on the Cabal council, and given the special task of personal liaison to Elizabeth, who many in the Cabal still did not fully trust. Indeed, the promotion granting was passed by only one vote by the five local Masters.

Though the Masters worked with her surprisingly well in strategy — she always knowing just what to say, there was wrangling in many issues. For centuries, they worked in the shadows to fight the shadows. That was about to change, regardless of what they really wanted. They were working extensively with wealthy and galactically connected Jennifer Winthrop, whose power as a Titan allowed her to take control of the very intergalactic organization that kidnapped her long ago. Winthrop already made tentative agreements with many extraterrestrial races already in all out war with the Harbingers, which is what the Cabal has come to call the coming invading force in recent months.

The Cabal worked with Titans before, but not all of them at once. They were the heroes and villains that inspired many legends and comic-books. Time itself subdued them, as they either cancelled themselves out or let themselves fade into oblivion. Yet, they could always sense sudden and great change. They have returned to fight for themselves and the world. Winthop’s super-powered charisma is now guiding the Titans, including the powerful Demoniacs.

Elizabeth was always the biggest confusion, though, and she lived with it. Many wanted elaborate testing of the part-alien woman, whose choice to break herself from the Harbingers caused the now destined war. There has never been the chance to study a live Queen. Elizabeth outright refused any biological testing, successfully arguing that she could fill in whatever gaps in knowledge they have without it. However, she did consent to cognitive and psionic testing, if only because she was somewhat different from her many predecessors in that department. She was also curious about applying abilities she knew she had.

As she warned them, that testing often provided sobering results. Her mind processed data as fast or faster than any present supercomputer, while she surprised one of the researchers by taking rudimentary control of his motor functions. Such control, including telepathic thought transmission and mind reading, was very tiring for her, but after using those skills, she suspected their use may become easier. With distinct ease via her lower level empathic ability, she amusingly mesmerized the researchers, actually making them hallucinate. It was quite the experience for all involved, while it was a bit of a ploy to establish much needed trust. She truly did not want to hurt or permanently control any of them, but that was something very easy for her to do.

* * * *

The healthy, middle aged Dr. Brianna Summers, the “Necromancer,” quietly sat in her little cell. Her door had already been unlocked numerous times for her consultation. A biomedical scientist, she learned ways to conquer death, as she knew just about every “crime lord” in the world. Yet, she liked to keep the secrets of necromancy more caged than she, as she ensured that anything that would give them away would be destroyed by the time they were analyzed.

The Necromancer was waiting for a very specific moment to unlock her vast scientific knowledge. She was patient …

Her cell door suddenly unlocked. A salty haired man walked in, flanked by the omnipresent guards. “Leave us,” he stated to the guards, who promptly closed the metal door behind them. “Dr. Summers, I am Dr. Nathaniel Demerest. I am here representing the Department of Health and Human Services.”

The scientist looked over the man inquisitively. She could see he had a very specific agenda that probably went well past hist official employers. Given that she was still breathing, he likely represented an organization that very recently came to stand against her. “You must be Cabal, assuming the world has yet to be enlightened.”

He smiled in confirmation, and sat, crossing his legs. “We assumed this would be the moment you were waiting for. Do you know what is finally coming, Dr. Summers?”

“With you asking, I can only assume that a Queen finally chose to do something different.”

He was taken aback. There was no evidence that she would know so much.

“You should know, my dear doctor, that working in the shadows makes one very good at understanding whispers. It was only a matter of time before one of the those alien-human hybrids realized that they could more powerful independent of extra-terrestrial influence. Yet, that Rogue Queen must know that she may have doomed us all.”

He sighed. “Things are coming together, Dr. Summers. Jennifer Winthrop, a Titan, has pulled together her awakening people, as she has already made alliances with us and other alien races.”

“Fascinating!” she stated with a big smile. Leaning forward slowly, she asked, “I assume there’s a price of admission to this Grand Alliance.”

“For you, perhaps …” He leaned forward. “Let’s make this clear, Madam Necromancer, it was not my choice to come here. I don’t think we need your secrets anymore …”

“But, they are yours, Dr. Demerest, under one condition.”


“The end of my imprisonment, of course.”

He deeply sighed. “We figured as much. Everything is being prepared already for you: a residence, a lab. Just be warned that we are merely ending this imprisonment.”

“I, too, figured as much …”

The Secret Inside:

It was dark, safe secluded. He was inside her, as she was inside him. Their head tentacles flowed freely in the liquid environment. A quiet storm flashed in the distance before it passed into its own oblivion. The pleasure between them was beyond anything. Their dark forms explored each other’s shelled bodies, as their deep minds explored each other’s. It could only be called making love. The physical and mental onslaught of pleasure grew more and more powerful …

Helena came loudly in orgasm, finding herself awoken from with wild dream. She was drenched in thick, cold sweat. It was the most powerful dream of her life, and she only started remembering them within the last year. She joked to herself that it was her subconscious telling her she needed a boyfriend, but the reality was she had no idea what they meant. She took a quick shower, and went downstairs for breakfast. Her long blonde hair was tied back.

Her parents were waiting for her in the kitchen, a plate all but ready for her. Since starting her first semester at MIT for physics, she was all but used to a degree of self sufficiency, so it was slightly awkward for others to do the work right then.

The new, silver haired President chirped on the small kitchen TV. He had only been sworn in a month ago after his highly disliked yet polarizing predecessor was removed from office.

“So how’d the finals go, Helena?” her father asked. “Would’ve asked if you didn’t get in so late last night!”

She sat across the table, noticing but not thinking much of the President’s silently uncomfortable tone and demeanor. He spoke of his plans on tax reform or something. “Yeah, I checked online last night after dinner: All A’s.” The woman was as attractive as she was intelligent. However, she never really applied herself until high school, where she transformed herself into the woman ready for anything.

“Good!” he exclaimed. “You know we can’t cover you if you loose that scholarship!”

“I think I’m gonna aim for astro and biophysics in the long term. Theirs a push for cross-field with their students, and Jackson likes the idea. That, and the push for physics majors to have a strong direction if they intend to do graduate studies.” Biophysicist Dr. Jackson was her adviser, and he turned her onto the subject, while she still loved astrophysics. “The thought of crossing the two subfields is really interesting!”

Her parents had a subtly odd look between them.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’!” her mother deflected. “Just wish you had this drive before high school …”

Helena grunted. The reality was that she was a borderline outcast until high school. She never really fit into the main crowd, until she taught herself otherwise. And even then, she never saw herself as “popular.” The key for her, she learned, was to show she was comfortable with herself, while applying that hitherto unknown outgoing aspect of her personality only revealed at the tail end of puberty. She positioned herself somewhat untraditionally. She was a liked A student, but never boasted. She was neither a trophy for a jock, nor a Prom Queen. Her eventual boyfriend was somewhat geeky, and was more accepted thanks to her. She was drafted into becoming one of the more successful class presidents senior year, though, while she was involved in the science and Latin clubs. The former was partly due to ending the rise of a clear bully with manipulation she never knew she could do. Long story short, the guy was forced to make an utter fool of himself.

Her phone buzzed. The text from Brian read, “Hey blondie! Wanna meet for lunch?”

She smirked, having learned to love her boyfriend’s teases long ago. It was his clumsy way of showing affection. With him at UMass Boston, their’s wasn’t much of a long distance relationship, but they were still on opposite sides of a convoluted city. The result was mostly seeing each other on the weekends, while the internet allowed for more regular non-physical contact. She texted and teased back, “Laurie’s diner at 12:30. Be there or no sex tonight!”

“Was that Brian?” her mother asked. “Ask him over for dinner tonight when you see him.”

She shrugged, “OK …”

The Gathering of Defenders:

Earlier that morning … The Titan Jennifer Winthrop, the Rogue Queen Elizabeth, The Cabal Master Jason, and the powerful Demoniac Brianna stood in the Oval Office of the White House. They were tasked with revealing to the new president about the cosmic war to come, a disliked president that stepped in a month before after his now reviled predecessor was removed from office While Elizabeth found no reason to psionically mask her not that off appearance (glacial eyes, sexy Amazon physique), it was a present necessity for Brianna. Her real, voluptuously muscular form was horrifyingly sexy with red and orange skin, a tail, sharp teeth, cat eyes, etc. This rather religious President has been playfully teased over his apparent discomfort with being alone with any woman besides his wife, after all!

“As I’ve sure you were already told, I only have …” he glanced at his watch, “twenty-nine minutes until I do my speech on tax reform.” His flat, midwestern demeanor was much harsher off camera, while his blatant obsession with scheduling was apparently a recent quirk. “Let’s make this ten minutes.” He stood ponderously for a moment. “What is this anyway?”

“Mr. President, we represent an organization that has always looked out for the best interests of this country and the world,” Jason stated, placing a hefty-looking folder on the aged “resolute” desk between them. “This is also being shown to other members of the UN Security Council.”

“Before you open that,” Brianna, daughter of the ancient Glooskap, began seriously, “perhaps one of the hardest things in life is to learn that your greatest truth was a lie.”

The deeply religious President felt a chill down his spine. His world was a hazy one of lies and truth. Like many politicians, he was not opposed to twist and blur the conversation to make his point. He never lied to himself, though, or so he assumed.

He slowly opened folder that was no folder. It showed him a truth he was not yet ready to believe. He went teary eyed, and slowly looked up. “This … My God! What is this!?” he called in a quiet yell.

“More like the Devil, but less fun, Mr. President,” Brianna said with as much truth as sarcasm.

Before anyone else even opened their mouths, the President cracked, “I have to ask you to leave now … I still have my speech. We’ll be in touch …”

* * * *

The UN Security council deliberated well into the night over the information revealed to them by the Cabal. Like the United States President, none of them wanted to believe that an alien invasion force was coming, let alone an ancient struggle against those already allied with those aliens. Yet, the data was irrefutable, including the spatial anomalies detected just outside the Kuiper Belt. Those were merely coming representatives of other races willing to ally with Humans, but still more than sobering. They passed a short resolution well after midnight that mostly described the next steps, particularly with the alien ambassadors.

Breaking News! The TVs chimed.

The UN Security overnight passed an unexpected resolution, details of which are not currently known. It is speculated that they are a revision of some of the sanctions against the continually provocative North Korea. The President is expected to speak within the hour ahead of the UN Secretary General. Sources have confirmed that these events are connected, but did not provide further details …

The blatantly uncomfortable Present sat at his desk, teleprompter and camera at the ready. ‘That woman was right,’ he through to himself. ‘I’ve lived in a world of lies for so long …’

“Mr. President,” a man chimed behind the camera, interrupting the President’s thoughts. “Ten seconds …”

The cameras soon came to life, as did the speech he helped to prepare.

“My fellow Americans,

“As many of you may already be aware, the UN Security Council had an emergency meeting last night … What I am about to tell you all brought me to my knees. For many decades, humanity has searched for intelligence beyond our world. Our call to the universe was never answered, and we never heard calls from out there. That was a lie.

“I now know that contact was many centuries ago, and it was not to our benefit. An ancient organization known as the Cabal of Defenders, many of which great American heroes, kept us ignorant of them until now. Something changed …

“We do not know the name of the invading force, but some call them the ‘Harbingers.’ They are coming, right from out nightmares. The Cabal, the UN, and others already took steps to prepare the coming extra-terrestrial invasion. This includes a coming meeting at the UN with other extra-terrestrial beings that have struggles against the Harbingers for longer than I know.

“My fellow Americans, when I became your President a month ago, I did so with great humility. I never thought this great country could be so divided, and admit now to not knowing how to move forward.

“I look to you, my fellow Americans, to come come together at this time of global, galactic crisis. Look to your local leaders, look to your news outlets. They will provide you with as much information as it becomes available …”


The war began as a stalemate. The Harbingers adapted far more quickly than anticipated, as no leader from Earth had experience beyond terrestrial war, including those of the Cabal. Dr. Summer’s highly advanced resuscitation technology, though controversial, proved quintessential for even achieving the stalemate. The Harbingers at times seemed like a zombie horde, bringing back to life any that they killed. Even Summers was taken off guard, never going that far in her more villainous days, so everyone, Humans and eventually alien, had on hand her special drugs to fight back death before the Harbingers too them.

It was quickly discovered that the remnants of the Protectors, who once protected and shepherded the half-alien Queens, banded together in the shadows to undermine the war effort. When Elizabeth learned of this, she put all her attention to ending the Protectors. Their network collapsed within a month, but that success came at great cost. Without the Rogue Queen on any frontline, the war turned against the Alliance, and Elizabeth, for the first time since she was Human, could not immediately see a path forward …

“I had that dream again, Brian …” Helena stated, watching the rather apocalyptic news.

He looked curious and uncomfortable. “Startin’ to bother you?”

“I’m not sure,” she answered ponderously. “I mean, it doesn’t fell wrong in any way — feels amazing, but you know how strange the imagery is.”

“Yeah,” he agreed wide eyed. “Like some amazingly bad B-movie!”

The majority of the orbital stations, including the ISS, are now being recovered. However, sources tell us that the computer virus will force software purging and replacement of hardware for an unknown period. The TV chimed in the other room.

She nudged his shin. “I’m serious Brian! This is really startin’ to confuse me.”

“More than what’s goin’ on up there? … You know, Lena, I barely passed that mandatory psych course,” he deeply sighed. He really wanted to help her, but wasn’t sure how. “You want me to talk to that psych professor? I don’t remember if he’s licensed for counseling …”

She shook her head, and deeply sighed. “Don’t bother, not yet at least. Hey, we both just went through a life change, right? Probably what’s fuelin’ it.”

Brian smiled. “You’d probably see right through that professor and figure yourself out long before he pins you!”

Helena smiled teasingly. “You can’t figure me out!”

She suddenly grabbed him, and aggressively shoved her long down down his throat. The woman was suddenly just incredibly, incomprehensibly horny. All she wanted was his dick to make her cum, and Brian was not protesting.

Their clothes flew away, as Helena’s mind kept flashing to her dark, erotic, alien dream. His dick slipped in and out of her hungry pussy, until it exploded into her. But she wanted more! She kept humping for more, until she realized she just wanted him to fill her with his cum.

Flash! Her skin was solid. He was in several of her pleasure holes, as she was finding all the pleasure holes of the Human

Flash! She was on top of him on the couch, reaching under his but-cheeks to finger his ass, and again forcing her very long tongue down his throat.

He came again and again. Impossibly, Helena pushed through to a modicum of rational thought, and pulled herself off of him.

“Woah, fuck …” he barely stated.

Helena finally knew something was wrong with her, or at least, something was radically changing within her. With the world so crazy fighting with and against aliens, she knew someone needed too examine her …

She talked directly to her parents first, while they surprisingly thought they were being confronted. They revealed to her that she was diagnosed with a fatal genetic disorder, one that would have killed her about the time she hit puberty. A research scientist, Dr. Matthis, who died several years ago, treated her with a kind of retrovirus. It was something new, and though they did not believe it at the time, Matthis claimed it was extra-terrestrial DNA. Helena was the first and only recipient that they are aware of, as the experiment was “off the books.”

“Did he say where he got the DNA?” Helena asked overwhelmed.

They said they didn’t even ask.

“The Cabal,” Helena forwarded ponderously. “They may know something or someone …”

Helena found herself walking into some lab outside Washington DC. Her sexual urges were growing steadily, but she was maintaining control over herself. What was truly freaking her out were physical changes, which where not quite yet visible to those not in intimate contact. Her skin had become smooth and flawless, yet subtly tougher, as her body became fuller, more athletic.

A rather attractive, somewhat older woman walked into the room. Her dirty blonde hair pulled into a simple knot behind her head.

“Dr. Summers?” Helena said bewildered.

“Rules do get bent in times of war, don’t they?” she smirked. “World domination was never my goal. Or at least, not initially!”

“I don’t think I’m dying …”

“I don’t think so either!” she exclaimed, swiping through documents on her tablets. “My initial diagnosis is that you are changing, but you already know that. Matthis was quite ingenious with his retrovirus. The DNA used, which appears to be Trianctan, fully repaired your genetic disorder by essentially acting as a replacement for the imperfect DNA. You are essentially a hybrid, but quite a bit different from our Rogue Queen! Based on timing, the meningitis vaccine you received before college reacted with the altered Trianctan DNA, causing the transformation and conflict you are experiencing. Why that vaccine and none of the others prior, I really don’t know. Perhaps a cumulative affect … ?”

“How do we stop this!? I wanna fuck so bad. I’m changing …”

Summers looked inquisitively at the confused woman. “I’m not quite sure yet. Unlike Elizabeth, a full transformation for you might indeed be full. Our Trianctan friends are practically  the opposite of the Harbingers, so you might not have to worry about going on the murderous rampage. Trianctans apparently are highly active sexually. Still, transformation can be unpredictable. Will you still be you? Will your mind be mush? Will you even survive? I need to analyze this further …”

Two sides of Helena soon became apparent: a sex-crazed fiend and scared Human. She was now taller with light skin now almost hardened. Her hair was becoming like long tentacles, while her sides were developing holes of pleasure. It wasn’t that she just wanted to mate; it was that she just wanted to fuck. What bothered yet fascinated Helena the most was how this alienness had been with her from almost the beginning of her existence. How separate was she ever from it when it was embedded deep within her very DNA.

One test after another by the amazed scientist never really told either anything more than they already knew: Helena was loosing what she thought was always her. The present solace was in how it distracted the transforming woman from a war that could mean the end of all she knew. She was at war with herself, as galaxy was at war with itself. The galaxy, too, seemed to be loosing against the darkest recesses of its very being. Were Harbingers practically there from the beginning, too? Did they once save the galaxy from something far worse? Such secrets seemed long forgotten.

Helena spent weeks under the care of Dr. Summers, who split her time working with the Alliance. “Care” was perhaps inaccurate, Helena knew. It was more like she was under the fascination of the mad scientist. Helena was not quite a “pet project,” but Summers, the Necromancer, did not really care about the transforming woman.

Her boyfriend kept in regular contact through it all, but no matter how much both wanted to be together, Helena did not trust herself. Though, she did not think she would hurt him intentionally. She simply just didn’t understand all she was feeling.

Something eventually came to Helena: what was happening to her was not really synonymous to the horrid war above. She was continuously amazed at how nearly every physical change involved pleasure and sexuality. She could pleasure herself now through multiple holes on her sides, as well as her crotch! Even her mouth, tongue, and asshole were all becoming pleasure centers. Indeed, she was becoming a pleasure center. Was thinking about this in extremes wrong all along? Was this really about Human versus alien?

Then, something finally became clear: her mind. She quickly contacted Dr. Summers, who just finished meeting where she was proposing developing toxins to kill Harbingers.

“I just figured something out, Summers,” she stated in her now deep tones.

“Yes?” Summers responded with her usual fascination.

“My mind. It’s impossible that the Trianctan DNA didn’t affect me in some way throughout my life. It replaced some of my DNA with itself!”

“Yes, certainly, at least passively. From all your tests, I agree that there were possibly some cognitive affects. Your brain, structurally, continues to be as it was when you first came here, more or less. I do lack that kind of data before you started changing, but it seems unlikely that it was much different before that vaccine. Now, your synapses tend to fire differently than the average Human. I don’t have the data yet, but your brain presumably is processing a bit like a Tranctan’s. On the subject of you mind, assuming it has not changed much, it might be theorized that your mind always functioned similarly to a Trianctan, while developing other such traits physically made that mental processing more apparent. How this theory may help you, I’m not sure.”

“I think … we’ve been going about this all wrong, Summers. I think … we shouldn’t see my changes in extremes. I haven’t been fully human for nearly my entire life. My mind may be the strongest evidence of that. There is two sides of me, but I can’t be two. If I am to survive, I think I have to be both and neither. I have to be me.”

“And who are you, Helena?”

“Something as new as the Rogue Queen …” Helena breathed, feeling her mind and body coalesce in a way she didn’t fully understand, but it felt right. “I want my boyfriend here,” she continued on feeling alone. “I want him to be the key.”


Jason walked into a dark room. He felt confused and anxious.

“Hey,” Helena said quietly.

“Helena? Are you OK? Where’s the light switch?”

“I want it to be off …” She slowly walked up to him.

She kissed him deeply with her soft lips, pulling back quickly to prevent her tongue from growing erect.

“I’ve schanged,” she barely said with a partly erect tongue. “Make love tah me … I have to embrace all of me … Ssave me!”

She then pressed her shelled self hard against his unexacting body. There was no doubt he could feel Helena was rather different physically, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. His clothes were quickly torn away, and she thrust her hips around his growing member, penetrating her dripping crotch. Indeed, all her pleasure holes were lubricating themselves. She guided his mouth so he would suck off her throbbing tongue and press his lips against hers, before guiding his hands into two of her side holes of pleasure.

Jason wasn’t really sure what was happening, but it felt too damn good to care. Things had gotten so crazy with the war that the love of his life apparently not being Human was almost a breath of fresh air! The justices leaking from her member-like tongue were remarkably strange and addicting, too. He embraced her in all possible ways now. They were inside each other, especially after her whole fist somehow penetrated his ass. He looked deeply into her strange, inhuman eyes somehow knowing it was the love of his life.

They were soon thrusting widely, lovingly into each other at so many points of entry. Thrust, thrust, thrust, they went all over. Slick alien juices leaking out of Helena. Grunts both Human and inhuman echoed loudly within the room. They found themselves naturally syncing up, not as deeply as the nervous system, but their bodies seemed to learn each other. Helena’s juices dripped down their quivering bodies. They were close, so close. This quickly became a great need to experience an orgasm unlike either ever knew.

Hungering, they thrust more and more wildly. And then, explosion! Helena’s entire body came, half-alien cum spewing out of her and all over and within Jason, as Jason spewed so much cum into Helena it hurt.

They stumbled onto the bed, covered in goo. Helena switched on the lamp next to the bed to let Jason really see her. She looked as different as she looked the same, and Jason seemed to lover her all the more …

The Secret of Evolution:

Elizabeth sat quietly in meditation. What she did not want to tell anyone was that she could no longer see a way to win the war against the Harbingers. The Protectors succeed in defeat. Her first true miscalculation was devoting so much of her energies toward finally ending them. That focus away allowed for the Harbingers to make key moves, victorious or no. Now, the Alliance is practically surrounded by the shimmering black death the represent.

Not yet wanting to yield, she reached out toward every corner she possibly could with her mind. She desperately looked for any new factor she might have missed. At first, she found a few new possibilities, particularly via that Necromancer, but further calculation suggested a mere delay of total defeat … No … There was another.

Helena … She became a variable. Elizabeth did not put much thought into her before. She just might be the key element to enhance all others. This hybrid had a mind as different as Elizabeth’s own. Now that Helena steered and concluded her unexpected transformation, this new being could find very different pathways from any other.

Elizabeth finally understood something very important about life in that moment. Evolution’s greatest secret and strength is the minds created out of its processes. Humans hybridized with may subspecies eons ago, as Elizabeth herself was a kind of hybrid. Every offspring of a species might as well be a kind of hybrid. There is great chance, yes. It took millennia for a hybrid Queen to choose a different path. Now, the dice rolled for Helena, who much be the key to beating back the chaotic death surrounding them …

Helena had no real experience in fighting cosmic invaders, but no one from Earth really did. She didn’t want to become a part of the war. She didn’t even know what Elizabeth and the others really wanted from her. Still, Helena knew that she was something new. The Harbingers had known just about everything about Humans and their Queens, as they knew all about the others the fought.

It was a slow shift toward the Alliance’s favor. Helena helped as much as she could, learning more about herself than she ever thought possible, as all others pushed onward with the new influence. She specifically worked to learn about alien relatives, who were quite surprised and aroused about her existence.

The aid was almost intangible at first. But without the Protectors feeding their alien masters new information, Helena’s influence proved unpredictable to the Harbingers. Their chaos was met with another.

After five years, there was no surrender. The Harbingers fled from the war they could no longer win. Where they went was unknown, but their continued existence solidified a lasting alliance …

When One Door Closes, Another Must Always Open:

They two lay next to each other in bed. In spite of everything, Elizabeth and Jason were still madly in love. It was truly remarkable for them both.

She placed her hand on his cheek, and said quietly, “I need you to relax and clear your mind.”

“OK. Gonna experiment on me, Ellie?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not exactly. Just clear you mind, Jason …”

He did so, quite interested in what she was going to do.

‘Can you hear me, Jason? This is still not easy for me …’ she said in his mind.

“Yes!” he answered, amazed. “You’re as loud as my own inner voice.”

‘Use your inner voice, Jason. I will hear it …’

‘OK,’ he thought, also feeling her emotions bleed through to a degree. They were … uncomfortable.

‘Good … I need you to know I am pregnant, and they will become twins.’

‘What?’ he thought shocked.

‘When we made love before I transformed. The most logical instance. I didn’t realize until after, when they started to form. They are why I refused biological testing. I can sense that Queen DNA will be fully active in them. Ironically, I think it was assumed all prior Queens would procreate afterwards at some point, but the modern Cabal was always quite … courageous against my enslaved predecessors … I froze their development until the war was done.’

‘Will … they be OK?’

‘Of course, Jason, and they’re not even really ‘they’ yet. I think they will form within a few months now that I let their development resume … The world will never be the same, but we all will shape the new one to come.’

All Jason could do was hold her tightly …

And so, Earth became part of the galaxy, as you, dear reader, always knew it would. I, Jonas Treigg, did not know exactly how it would be written out, but there is a degree of satisfaction nonetheless. The future touched on earlier in this Unbound Saga is assured through chaos of this universe’s own making. It she be interesting to see what changes to even this moment might occur as the story moves forward. My Nameless Masters now silently feed, and I must now wait for my part in the ending of the Multiverse …


Blog Unbound: The Return of the Titans

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. While intricately connected the the rest of the Sci-Fi mythos, this story is not the planned second, climactic part of Harbinger of Darkness, which will conclude this narrative cycle. This story is actually a taking from multiple story ideas I’ve had, pulling them together to expand this mythos. It follows multiple individuals that are more than Human, and how their return from the shadows will rewrite the past and shape the future … Enjoy!

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The Return of the Titans

In Igne Procuderunt

There was fire and chaos and madness all around him. The old Bennett family was crumbling under the weight of time and its own dark eccentricities, as its massive house was finally crumbling into nothingness. Yet, she was still alive! But what is life after false-death? The madness that ran through her family suddenly overtook her, as it already overtook her brother over the course of his life. Jack could see the two were at their throats through the purifying flames. Death was what he wanted for them both, and she deserved her vengeance. Yet, Jack could not let her die, no matter how lost she seemed them. Somehow, Jack pulled the vengeful woman away the mad-eyed brother. The ageless chandelier suddenly crashed behind them …

Jack suddenly awoke in a cold sweat. That night happened over a year ago. He thought and dreamed of it often. No matter how many times it churned in his psyche, even the days leading up to that night made no logical sense. He quietly married Marry Bennett with the local county clerk before her brother and sole family member even knew they were engaged. Marry insisted, saying her brother was too lost wallowing in their family’s sordid history to care. They did agree to have some kind of more traditional event later, even if Jack was not all that traditional either.

Of course, after the death of her brother and destruction of her family home, there were serious legal matters. She was committed to the local insane asylum (on her insistence in a brief moment of lucidity), and there were serious questions relating to the fire and death of her brother. They really were just getting ahead of the judge, really. Today, Jack was to meet with the judge, her psychiatrist, and the case’s detective at the local courthouse …

Jack finally walked into very old judge Haller’s chambers. The graying Dr. Louis Samuels and the fairly young Detective Sally Corinth barely beat him there. Jack took a seat between them. The three were practically friends at this point, no matter how strange the circumstances were. The silent stenographer sat next to the judge.

“It looks like this is finally wrapping up now,” the judge said gruffly in his authoritative tones. “Dr. Samuels, you may report on Ms Bennett’s mental state …”

Jack had only seen Marry twice since she was committed.

“She is now stable mentally, in my opinion, and ready to stand trial if the state were to press charges. As you all know, I am legally and ethically bound not to provide more details with non-family members outside a trial.”

Jack learned through this process how convoluted legal matters were now in Maine when it came to mental illness. A formal hearing could not even commence until a licensed psychiatrist gave their blessing, let alone the state’s attorney general’s office. Even more significant, the judge had the authority to reject or ignore any possible testimony of those deemed “mentally incompetent” (the judge having full authority to assess such competence) long before that formal hearing. The judge took the middle-ground by waiting on Samuels’ report.

“OK,” the judge stated with a respectful nod towards the doctor. He shifted slightly. “Detective?”

She opened her brown folder. “We’ve gone through most of this before, but there are more up to date findings … That building’s extreme age is evidence alone for structural problems. We actually did uncover an insurance report last week from 2001 stating structural inadequacies, such as bug damage, and just about all the above. On the arson investigation, we have concluded that the fire was not intentional, and the shifted and ultimately collapsing fireplace led to a burning log or dying ember escaping the fireplace in Mr. Bennett’s room. Now, that would suggest negligence on the part of the late owner, Mr. Bennett … On the murder investigation, we believe her actions were in self defense, due to Mr. Leonard’s testimony and evidence found on the scene. The coffin did indeed have claw marks and blood from the suspect, and Mr. Leonard made it clear that Ms Bennett’s brother was trying to murder her. Testimony suggests Mr. Bennett was mentally disturbed, and Your Honor allowed investigation into the deceased Bennett’s mental state. It was also confirmed that the house’s butler died as a result of the fire and structural collapse. We concluded that he was the one that freed the suspect. While Mr. Bennett’s ultimate cause of death cannot be determined without the suspect’s testimony, it has been decided to not file charges against Ms Marry Bennett.”

“OK,” the judge stated with subtle relief. “Do any of you have questions?”

They all shook “no.” The case now hinged fully on the judge.

Judge Haller put his hands together audibly, interlocking his fingers. “Let the record show that there were no further inquires … With already given testimony of Mr. Jack Leonard, the new testimony of Dr. Louis Samuels and Detective Sally Corinth, but contingent on any future findings, the Special Mental Health Case of the death Mr. Vincent Bennett and the destruction of his residence is now closed. Per Governor Executive Order 11256, Dr. Samuels may continue to care for Ms Bennett until she is deemed fit to leave Pennamaquann Psychiatric Center, but the state of Maine is no longer required to pay for future services. Thank you all for your cooperation on the case.”

They all shook. The judge told them he still needed to do some paperwork with the Detective and attorney general’s office, but everything was indeed closed.

“Jack,” Dr. Samuels called over while they were walking out. “She has been wondering when you will see her again. She is really doing well, I’m sure you seeing her maybe today will confirm she’s ready to leave.”

“Yeah, I wanted to see how this meeting went, but I do want to see her,” I sighed. “I’ll meet you down there …”

Samuels and Jack walked into the doctor’s office. He already asked one of his nurses to retrieve Marry. They sat on the comfortable couch. He knew Jack probably needed just as much help as Marry, but tended to mask his emotions.

“Still having that dream?”

“Yeah …” Jack sighed. “You know, it’s like seeing another interpretation of events every time I dream it. Never really changes; just see it differently.”

“How different was it this time?”

I shook my head. “It felt the same … chaos and time crushing an old family. I think that’s all it was now. Vincent just gave up. Instead of wanting to push his family’s legacy forward, he wanted to push the last chapter. I mean, the Bennett family has not exactly been revered for over a century! Not that I ever cared about her family’s history.”

“Do you still think the Bennett’s history here doesn’t matter?”

“It did matter to her, I know now. She wasn’t like her brother when we first met. It was painful for her to talk about that history, so she did not say much. All I did know before I married her was that she wanted to be better than her ancestors. She liked having a lot to prove. Her brother, well, he was so far gone by his last days … You know the rest.”

“Yeah,” the doctor subtly sighed. “Just remember, you can move on, but you can’t change what happened. You just have to find a way to something better, in this case … Marry can leave whenever she feels ready at this point. Something like this may always be in the back of her mind, but she is no danger to herself or others anymore. It may always be in the back of your mind. [someone knocked on the door] The only one she wanted to kill was her brother, who already tried to kill her. It’s all over now. Time to be better … Come in.”

The slim, young yet visibly tired Marry was guided into the room by an older male nurse. A big smiled washed over her face when she saw me. All I could do was cry, and leap into a long embrace. Never much of a hugger or kisser, but that was all I could do right them. I could only see her before through glass like an old jail. The closed case removed that barrier.

We eventually sat, hands clasped. “How’r you feelin’?” I barely asked.

“Better, Jack. Nothing will be the same, but that’s OK, I think … There are things you have to know about my family …” She lightly moved her finger through her dark hair, suggesting nervousness.

“Your brother told me too much of it …”

The doctor oddly interjected, “There are things only now being understood. Doctor-patient confidentially allowed me to keep those details from the judge. She asked me to keep some from you. I don’t fully understand it all anyway …”

“What the hell’s he talking about, Marry?”

“What is the one thing about that night that really bothers you? The night the family madness almost killed us all,” she asked with a deathly seriousness.

Jack knew exactly what she was referring to. It was something he forced into the back of my mind. “The coffin … Those chains and locks looked as if something ripped through them. I thought the coffin, too, looked mangled. The police thought your butler released you, but … I’m just not sure …”

She nodded. “In Igne Procuderunt … Forged in Fire, that’s what the old family crest always said. I told you the family legend, which I now know has more truth than I ever knew. In 1406, England, William Bennett was to be burned at the stake for crimes he did not commit, but impossibly survived, forged in fire, to end the rein of the corrupt Sheriff. As reward, the King gave him and his decedents earldom of his shire, the true power over which faded in time …”

“Yes, I know …” I said bewildered. “That power and prestige dissipated. The family moved renounced that peerage, moved to America over 100 years ago with their house but without much money, leading to highly unethical business practices.”

Unethical is one way to put it!” she said with a light laugh that was always hers

“What does that have to do with the coffin, chains?”

“Everything,” she said seriously. “The prequel I certainly would have told you already, if everything didn’t literally fall apart, turns out to be more important than I ever realized! One of William’s parents, as the legend goes, was not Human. That’s why he survived the fire. His mother was claimed to be very different secretly. The story is vague, but she was said to be stronger with power over people. How much power is never said. What is interesting is that there is no record of her death. Anyway, she was the one that taught William to fight injustice, which led to the Sherif trying to execute him …

“I enjoyed the old family legends, even if I saw them as more than embellished. Now I can feel the truth burn through my veins. I did rip through those chains in my rage and vengeance! You could not see what I already did through the fire. I did kill Vincent, while our hands were at our throats. The sound of his neck snapping shifted the fuel of my madness to pure pain. I killed my own brother, because he was trying to kill me. For all his own madness, I loved him, even then. That’s why you were able to pull me away.”

I shook my head in confusion. “I understand you were defending yourself, but the chains … They were solid iron, I think. Alien blood?”

“Not quite alien,” the doctor said in what was clearly continued amazement, “but there is something different about her family’s DNA. It is not a genetic predisposition to insanity, I don’t think. It is more something that can lead to mental illness. If you watched a wound heal over time, but did not even know you could heal, how would you react? Would you think yourself divine? Would you think yourself possessed by evil?”

“Look, Louis …”

She placed her warm, loving hand on Jack’s cheek. “What’s happening is bigger than all of us. I am still me, I always will be. The shock of everything woke me up in a jolt, when I might have woken up on my own anyway. It was always there, poking at us quietly, and that seems to be one reason why my family became so horrible when they immigrated here. It drove my brother completely insane, as it did me for a while … I’m only just learning a lot of this now. It seems that my distant ancestor was akin to the mythical Titan. William’s mother may indeed still be alive, wherever she is!”

“But, why now?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“I don’t know all the details, but something is happening, happened worldwide. It seems like Titans try to take a back seat until something is really wrong. The Humans with that trait then wake up, too. All me and Louis really know right now is the Titans and something that may indeed be alien is preparing to fight a force that we may not have the strength to fight. Did you notice how shocked the winner of the last election was? I just learned that he’s only now learning he was a pawn, manipulated as much as many of his last-minute supporters. Yet, it may no longer matter. All I know is what manipulated the last election is now powerless in this country, but everything is still shaky. We’ll know more soon. I’m meeting people in Boston.”

“I married a superhero?”

“I’m no hero, be we can make things right …”

The Liar’s Daughter

Jason always suspected something was different about the rather private Brianna. Everything about her was, well, powerful. The raven haired, athletic figured woman has the air of a goddess about her. Yet, there was nothing domineering on her end. It was a relationship of equality. Still, that powerful nature made it difficult for Jason to really ask her about anything, and he honestly did not know much about her life prior to their meeting a few years back.

The wonder about her finally hit a peak a week after they starting living in an apartment together. They were watching an old supernatural soap opera, and hit an episode when a formerly antagonistic witch was trying live a “normal” life after learning to leg go of grudges. What really seemed to affect her, though, was how her leading her new husband was really part of some ancient cult. A cult she always perceived to be something far worse than what any witch’s practice.

Something about that subplot made Brianna uncomfortable. Jason was not exactly following some ancient, apocalyptic philosophy. Was Brianna really hiding something from him, he wondered?

“Not liking this plot line, Brie? It wasn’t the most popular at the time …” he forced.

She smirked oddly, before putting herself in a clearly deep thought. “I haven’t told you much about me …”

“I, uh, I guess I’m just not that nosey …”

“Ever had to keep a secret. Jason? Like you put on a mask so no one really knows who you are?”

“Like some comic book superhero?” He really did not know what to make of this burgeoning conversation.

“Depends on how you look at it, Jason … You all but worship me as a goddess, I know. Well, I always got that from people. You always wanted to know why, but could never bring yourself to ask. Then, you probably asked yourself what stopped you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I trust you. You don’t want to worship me, but don’t want to ever leave me. I’m saying the witch reminds me a little of me. I am trying to hide in a normal life, but I am capable of anything but. The concept of Titans, the Giants of the Native Americans, superheroes all comes from a reality I was born into. We just haven’t advertised for millennia. My father — you met him — was known as the fabled, briefly not confirmed bachelor Glooskap, who helped many here in the Northeast a very long time ago. We can save people from violence as much as we unintentionally create that violence, though. I always care more about the individual, and some of us can be worse than the violence my kin tried to prevent.”

“You can’t be serious …”

“You know I am telling the truth. You can feel it, you always have … I never lied to you — not really; I just never told you some things.”

“How old are you?” he asked awkwardly, feeling her mask fall away, “You’re not Human?”

“A subspecies of of humanity, I guess — obviously most can have offspring with Humans, but … I, as much of my kind, are quite old now.”

“But, you’re barely half an inch taller that average me …” He almost mumbled to himself.

“Perceptions of us vary. Think back. How tall did you think I was after we first met?”

He was taken aback, the incidental music chiming on the TV. “I thought … I did think you were very tall. You’re father, even taller.”

“My father’s only about five-foot nine,” she said with subtle amusement.

He felt like a weight melted off his shoulders, a weight he did not realize was there.

“And you feel a change now, I see. That’s fine. Knowing the truth frees Humans of whatever bizarre reverse-empathy my kind emits.”

“There’s more isn’t there. You needed to tell me, but didn’t know when or how.

“Yes.” She leaned in for a deep, loving smooch. “There’s been a change, and this time on a global level. This isn’t really economics; though, that change turned out to be a precursor to what is calling us now …”

“This is something new isn’t it?” he asked with a chill down his spine.

“Yes, Jason. It’s never been felt like this before. We feel, we know it is not of this Earth.”


“We’ve had on and off — mostly off — relations with this ancient Cabal that fought an alien worshiping cult for a very long time. That cult miscalculated economics for once back in 2008, and the Cabal finally overwhelmed them. Now, the Cabal got super-weapon with alien DNA on their side. Never saw that coming!” She deeply sighed. “Those worshipped aliens are coming for that defector and will aim suck this world into oblivion. That is what my kind is sensing now. We are conglomerating in Boston of all places. I am leaving tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a couple days. I want you with me on this as much as you can. I’ll keep in constant contact. This coming war won’t be fought tomorrow or the next day, but it will be here sooner than we can truly prepare …”

Her Return

The wealthy heiress disappeared at seventeen, 2002. Jennifer Winthrop reappeared five years later within the Granary Burying Ground in Boston, Massachusetts, at the tomb of some of her ancestors.

There were only more questions. Jennifer never seemed to answer anything clearly. Indeed, she did not seem to be five years older. The now mysterious woman only seemed to confide in her older brother, John, who also refused to answer anything clearly. The only thing that seemed clear was that Jennifer was running from someone or something, which was never referenced directly.

Then, as suddenly as she reappeared, she gone …

John Winthrop sat pensively at his desk on the top floor of the aging though well kept Boston high-rise. He didn’t know why he was thinking about his sister right then. Indeed, he barely thought about her ten years, since she disappeared the second time. Much has happened since. Their father retired from his role as CEO a year before, while still officially Chairman of the Board (often too busy yachting to attend personally), and John was voted in as his successor. Though, John proved hands-off to a fault, leaning heavily on Brian Jackson, the company’s long-time COO.


“Yes?” John answered.

“Someone is here to see you, sir,” his assistant chimed through the phone.


“I think it best you see her yourself,” she answered oddly.

Her? … Sender her in …”

A striking woman, who barely looked more than twenty, confidently walked into the office. She had wavy strawberry blonde hair, healthy athletic frame, and green eyes. A shimmering gray dress adorned the woman.

“Jennifer!?” He stood, almost hyperventilating at the sight.

“Yes, John, I’m back,” she stated with quiet confidence that didn’t exist those hazy years ago.

“What happened to you?”

“Too much, but much has changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot needs to be be done. There’s no more running. That’s why I’m here.”

John walked up to her. “Jennifer …”

She subtly backed away. “I can’t stay long, but I will not be disappearing again. Just wanted to see you before I get to work.”


“Reclaiming my life, among more important things. Decided to come here first.”

“Oh, right. I’m sure the cops will have a few questions …”

“I’m sure they would. I’ll see you later. I did miss you more than you will know.” Her words were as sad as they were true. Yet, it was clear John was not a high priority on her checklist.

“Whatever you need, Jennifer. Just ask.”

“I will, Jason … You don’t need to put me on the payroll, but I’ll take an ID whenever HR can print one.”

“No problem!”

“Bye.” She quickly left.

The next few weeks were strange in Jason’s eye, and it all seemed to revolve around his sister. Jennifer, without any questions asked, all but took over a whole floor, which was vacant of late anyway. A variety of people came and went: sometimes business leaders Jason at least knew of; sometimes nameless people of supposed importance. Through it all, he saw very little of his apparently busy sister. It’s not clear if she told anyone about what happened to her.

Frustrated, Jason made his way to the floor his sister practically usurped. He walked up to the empty reception area. As it was a part of the building designated for renters or otherwise special projects, it was built to function independently and privately. The main door behind reception was locked.

Jason quickly turned to two rather large men behind him.

“May we help you, Mr. Winthrop?”

“Uh, yes,” he answered surprised. Where did the come from!? “I would like to see my sister. Is she available?”

“No,” the burly one on the left said flatly.

The other clarified, “She is presently in a meeting with several people. Even though they should be concluding any time now, Ms Winthrop has a full schedule today.”

Their watches quietly buzzed, and they glanced at the notification.

“Their meeting just ended,” the one on the left stated.

The two walked over to the wood door, flanking it. Various people filed out, casually greeting Jason.

“Jack Weld?” Jason called to an acceptance. He was on the Board of Directors of Jason’s company, and was the Chief Operating Officer of a medical research start-up.

“Oh, hi, Jason!” he greeted and shook pleasantly.

“So, how was that meeting?” Jason asked curiously.

“I thought you were notoriously hands off!” Jack teased. He was always very direct, albeit lightly. “Unusual, Jason. Looks like your sister is interested in building a kind of futurist research company. Hasn’t talked with you about it?”

“Not really, but she clearly has our father’s aggressive streak. I remember him going forward with ideas he was really excited about without bringing everyone in right away!”

“Yeah, guess that explains it,” he said ponderously. “I’d say were were sworn to secrecy, but looks like she’s keeping everything very regimented. I guess she’ll put it all together soon enough.”

“I’m sure she will, Jack.”

Jason got a glance of his blue dressed sister a moment before that heavy door swung shut.

In a deep sleep, Jason suddenly found himself awake in his moonlit bedroom. He rubbed his eyes. With a surprise that felt tempered by external forces, his eyes focused on his lace wearing sister casually sitting on the chair at the far end of the room. She slowly, silently stood, and walked over to the side of his bed, sitting on the edge. She gave him a long, loving kiss.

“I made a mistake,” she said quietly.


“I didn’t want any distractions for what needs to be done. It’s so important …”

“What are you talking about, Jennifer? What happened to you? What have you been doing?”

She places her soft finger on his lips. “Remember …”

Jennifer Winthrop appeared at the tomb of her ancestors. It was as if she was trying to learn something about them. Indeed she was.

Jason soon after found himself alone with his sister. There was an endless barrage of questions from the detective assigned to her disappearance, but she refused to discuss any of it. There was not real pressing, as she was perfect, too perfect physically.

“Where did you go, Jennifer? Why won’t you tell anyone?” Jason asked desperately in her room.

“Lightyears away.”


“Only a couple. It’s nothing when you know how to work around certain limitations … I was kidnapped, Jason. Our family is so much more. I had no idea until after I learned why they took me. None of the tests were really invasive; they did no have to be with their tech. I was so lonely … I guess they weren’t bad. All they wanted was to learn more about us. Us, as in the Humans that are more than Human.”


“Yes, Jason. I’m not sure if you have the gift, but I do. It could have laid dormant, but they forced it to emerge. The charisma, for good and ill, has been powerful throughout the Winthrop line. The voice of Governor John Winthrop can still be felt today, even if his gift was never fully awakened … That is our power, Jason: empathetic charisma. It’s like telepathy, but somewhat more specialized. I’m still learning how to wield it. It is how I escaped, but they will be back for me soon. They will make you forget much of this. Try to remember this. You may have at least an echo of the gift …”

Suddenly, Jason was back in bed with his sister.

“What the fuck …?” Jason breathed. “They did come to me, to us, the day you disappeared … We thought they were cops, and we remembered they were …”

“I’ve gotten a bit better since I left. More time passed for you than me, though. Interspace travel is annoying in that way!”

“Are they coming back for you, Jen?”

“No,” she answered with a hint of pride. “Turned out to be more powerful than they anticipated. I, err, I run that syndicate now! They overstretched themselves, skirting around legalities of various worlds. Can’t say we adhere to every law now, but we don’t exactly kidnap anyone anymore. What’s important is why I’m back.”

Jason was speechless. He believed her, he hung on every word. The simply fact that he believed her so easily was proof enough. Such charisma could influence undying loyalty.

“Titans, some have called us. There’s something deep in our genetic code that enables us to sense great change or need. Such extreme shifts can be dangerous to all Humans involved … I felt it across the stars, as all Titans felt it here, even awakening potential ones. The newest Queen of the Dark Sky has chosen to break from the ancient Protectors of the Queens, and has joined the Cabal of Defenders, who has finally decimated those Protectors. Everything has changed. Many other races warred with the beings coming for this world, and I ensured that they will join us sooner than later. I’ve been coordinating with the Cabal starting right after I returned to you, and began to seek out other Titans even before. I’m building something here that could surpass that stalemate so many other words are still in. Will you help me, Jason?”

“Anything, Jennifer,” he said, before passionately kissing and hugger her.

The Demoniacs

Jennifer Winthrop had one Earthbound puzzle piece left: To unite the Titans. They were never a truly homogeneous people. Some good, some evil, some anywhere in between. Yet, millennia of shadowed existence had led to a neutralizing malaise, as the worst of the Titans were long gone. Many Titans were technically immortal, but many simply ran out of gas or learned they were not invulnerable. Regardless, the sense of change awoke them, leading to most jelling around Jennifer’s call to action.

The one apparent exception were the Demoniacs, a very special type of Titan known for inspiring concepts of demonism and lustful revelry. The first were normal Titans, who supposedly created themselves, while they can “corrupt” a Human into becoming a Demoniac. They were never truly “evil,” but their, well, demonic appearance and mastery of manipulation inspired the rather shady cautionary tales of many religions. They, however, embraced “Demoniac” (demon-like), being a rather accurate description.

Their true difference from other Titans, in terms of culture, was their unity. Though they rarely come together in council, the Demoniacs followed a clear though somewhat flexible set of rules.

As a show of unity, Jennifer decided to have the Brianna of the “old” and Marry of the “new” accompany her.

The three were let into the flashy club in Vancouver, Canada, to meet with the more than aptly named Asmodai and Voluptas. There did not seem to be any Demoniacs let alone regular Titans present. It was just a night club filled with drunken dancers, not unlike any other.

They were eventually ushered into the large back office. The two there were beyond doubt Demoniac. They sat in rather gushy, mahogany thrones behind a matching desk. Asmodai and Voluptas stood, toweringly, and walked over to their guests. The glorious Demoniacs had bodies that fully showed off their epically erotic power (the more elaborate the better with their kind). Asmodai was exceedingly musclebound, six feet tall, blood red skin that actively shimmered hypnotically, and an approximately fifteen inch dick with terrifying girth. Voluptas’ body lived up to her name. She was taller than anyone in the room at over six feet. Her highly athletic body was full figured hourglass. Her latex-like skin was pink with orange and red striations resembling hypnotic fire, while her large nipples and areolae were pitch black.

“Welcome to the Drunken Hellhound,” Voluptas greeted pleasantly.

“It is nice to have people back here that don’t require us to put on a false appearance, at least at first,” Asmodai stated almost teasingly.

“As you already know, I am Voluptas of the Three Graces, Daughter of Cupid and Psyche. Some call me Hedone, but I like Voluptas lately.”

“I am Asmodai, the original King of Lust. Tomorrows orgy starts at 10 PM, if you’re interested.”

“Indeed,” Jennifer breathed, feeling the arousal like her compatriots. “What do you need to know about the great change bringing us together?”

“We live in the shadows, not under rocks,” Asmodai echoed.

“We have maintained our neutrality,” Voluptas continued, “because as you, we’ve had little interest in nudging the world for millennia. None of us got it right all those eons ago.”

“But, what is coming is beyond all our choices then,” Brianna forwarded, sensing an opening on their part.

Voluptas smirked seductively at Brianna with her shimmering black lips.

Asmodai confirmed Brianna’s assertion, looking at her with knowing smile. “We held the first meeting of the Hortus Lubidinis in 1500 years, three days ago, on the very issue forwarded.”

“We came to some interesting unanimity,” Voluptas said with blatant excitement. “It was agreed that we step out of the shadows under specific circumstances, which would ensure unity. We never liked being perceived as ‘evil,’ as we hated the black and white.”

“This unity must be assured through one of you,” Asmodai furthered.

“What does that mean?” Jennifer asked uncomfortably.

“We have never seen eye to eye on much, your people and mine,” Voluptas began, “yet we are kin. We were never at odds like much of your people once, yet we never found a way to work together on anything.”

“To ensure a lasting alliance against the coming chaos, one of you four must become one of us,” Asmodai said hungrily.

They were taken aback. Sure, it was not unheard of for one of them to become a Demoniac, but none of the four ever even considered such a means of sealing an alliance. It was supposed to be a near complete transformation of body and self. Many questions flowed through their minds like if they would even still want what they always wanted.

Before they could even start discussing the proposal, Jennifer suddenly stepped forward. “I’ll do it, Voluptas, Asmodai. I’ll become one of you to make this alliance.”

The two looked at her and each other, quietly laughing sharp toothily.

“You were right, Azzy!” Voluptas churred. “That is the gallant one.”

“We don’t want this to be so simple,” Asmodai began to clarify. “As expected, the one we need must choose out of pure selflessness. The one we already chose: Brianna.”

Brianna gasped. The four of them had one mission: to unite their race. The Demoniacs correctly surmised that Brianna would be the least likely to agree. Yet, the room could not be left without even the possibility of an understanding.

There were no words for a few moments, all knowing how this needed to end. For the greater good, it really didn’t matter to them who joined the Demoniacs.

Brianna deeply sighed, and tepidly walked up to the expectant Voluptas and Asmodai. “How much … how dramatic is the transformation …?” Brianna asked anxiously.

Voluptas smirked sexily, slowly licking her full lips of almost hypnotic darkness with her forked tongue. “Oh, my dear, it’s more profound than you can ever imagine. I suppose you will still be you after it all. But, your very nature will have changed.”

“As a Titan,” Asmodai began, “you’ll only need one epically corrupting orgasm, instead of the Human standard of three magical ones. The real difference? You must be in full acceptance; you must want to be transformed. Otherwise, we’ll just be fucking. You must let yourself take it all in.”

The two Demoniac leaders moved close enough to her that they could hear each other’s hot breath splatter over their quivering bodies. A look of total seriousness and inquisitiveness washed over the darkly sexy beings.

“Do you want to sacrifice all that you are for the future of this world to be one of us?” Voluptas asked with total seriousness

“Ye … Yes …” Brianna said nervously, with distinct doubt.

“Brianna, do you want to become a Demoniac?” Asmodai asked more insistently.

The scarred Brianna stood for a few moments, knowing her doubt was presently overriding the need to bring all Titans together. She really didn’t want to become a Demoniac. She thought about Jason, how he would think. Her very soul might as well be transformed in the process. She would never be the same.

Yet, all those thoughts were out of selfishness. That was the obvious point. They wanted the alliance to be created out of purity. Sure, anyone could practically become one of them. They wanted something more. The world needed something more, and a rebel, half-alien Queen was not enough.

It all hinged on Brianna, who never pushed herself to beyond the needs of the individual. She secretly always felt that her father, who helped so many, might feel some disappointment in her, even though her entire race was self-shrouded for millennia. The liar’s daughter was lying to herself about was was truly right for her own benefit. This was the moment to go beyond herself, to fight for not only the one, but also the whole.

With all the truth that was now her, Brianna finally answered, “I am ready to become a Dominiac, so that we may all fight for this world against the coming chaos.”

Voluptas sensuously walked around to Brianna’s rear, removing their clothes, as Asmodai removed his own, remaining in front. Only one of them was necessary to corrupt Brianna sufficiently for transformation, but it was clear the two leaders shared everything.

The large beings utterly eclipsed the technically tall Brianna.

The gloriously nude Volputas turned her head to the other two guests. “You two may leave, look on, or join …”

“It matter’s not,” Asmodai furthered.

The two silently decided to look on, as morbidly curious as secretly aroused.

The powerful Demoniacs tenderly touched the scared, quivering Brianna, who conversely found herself more certain than ever for this.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” Voluptas tenderly whispered in her ear, kissing it.

“We will ease you into this,” Asmodai whispered with equal tenderness in her other ear, licking it with forked tongue.

Clothes were gone like they were never there. Brianna’s bare skin around her abdomen tingled around the massive dick pressed up against it, as did the skin at her shoulders from Vuluptas’ mouth-waveringly large boobs. The silken hands of the Demoniacs almost lovingly explored Brianna’s receptive body, who crotch began to moisten drastically.

Feeling the fear transform into lust, arousal, Brianna began to feel their firm bodies. She lightly touched their long, pointed horns, before moving downward. Loving, no, lusting over their curvy musculature. She soon pushed herself through inhibition, grabbing at their meaty asses, before reaching further to shove her fingers into their most assholes.

With distinct yet perhaps ironic surprise, Brianna cooed at long, clawed Demoniac fingers in her own wet pussy at ass. The Demoniacs’ fingering was ever so subtly more wanting, aggressive than the prior touches.

Brianna then looked up to the surprisingly caring yet hungrily lustful cat-eyes, and grabbed his head for a deep, tongue filled kiss. His blatantly forked, surprisingly long tongue was unlike anything she experienced. It explored her mouth with an almost wizened lust, making her wonder how it would feel in her other holes.

Suddenly wanting to taste the voluptuous one behind her, Brianna swiveled around, and almost aggressively pulled Voluptas’ head down to hers. Their open mouths collided, leading to an even more intense kiss than a moment before. The forked, longer tongue almost seemed to make lust with her mouth, while Brianna almost desperately tried to follow suit.

Brianna then found herself aggressively feeling down the muscular female’s neck to the mesmerizing breasts. She then starred at the glorious orbs with the black center nipples, letting herself become hypnotized by them, while Asmodai aggressively fingered her twitching ass and pussy. Grunting and cooing on impulse, Brianna then bared down on the orbs of lust, aggressively groping and sucking, lusting at how remarkably erect the infinitely black nipples were. Voluptas moaned, cooed, growled loudly in the intense pleasure, she and Asmodai relishing the surprise Brianna was about to receive.

While she worshiped the lustful tits, Asmodai lifted Brianna off her sexy feet, and shoved his implausibly large member into her surprised yet soaked pussy. “HOLY FUCK!” Brianna screamed in lust, taking it all. She was too mesmerized by Voluptas’ breasts to realize how quickly her pussy adapted to the invader.

Moaning and grunting madly in the pleasure, Brianna continued to lust over the aroused breasts like she never lusted before. “DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP, BRIANNA!” Voluptas screamed in pure lust.

Brianna, through the growing lust and pleasure, felt and saw how Voluptas’ boobs began to grow. It only made Brianna want to worship them more. Her worship grew so intense and mesmerizing that she barely even noticed that Asmodai exploded is thick, dark cum into her pussy, before quickly shoving his still erect monstrosity into her fully accepting ass, feeling pleasure as if it were her pussy. Bitting the nipple hard, Brianna growled at the lust permeating her very being, noticing but not really caring at how her finger and toenails were obviously longer, sharper, and darkening.

Voluptas’ thick tail then penetrated Brianna’s dripping pussy deeply, as Asmodai shoved his tail in Voluptas’ hungry pussy. It just made Brianna worship just that much more aggressively, as did the fact that the boobs ballooned to nearly double their initial size.

Suddenly, Voluptas literally exploded in orgasm, her boobs spewing lust-filled, black cum-milk down Brianna throat and body. Asmodai, too, at the feel of his lover’s cum-milk splattering on his cheek, let loose a massive black load into Brianna’s ass.

They let Brianna fall to her knees, needing to catch her breath. Her mind was just barely there to process some very different things. She was more horny than she ever knew possible, yet in spite of all that just happened to her — all the tasty black cum inside and out, she had yet to cum herself. As she further consumed the addicting cum from Demoniac dick and tit, Brianna noticed how her toe and finger nails were now long, black claws, as she saw how her skin was barely its light olive color anymore. Her skin now had an odd, elaborate tonal mix of dark pink and deep red, clearly overwhelming the original hue. Her nipples were now a deep, bright red, as her areolae were now deep pink. Running her tongue around her distinctly sharper canniness, she quickly realized how different those were, too. She outstretched her tongue, not only seeing that it now was nearly as long as Asmodai’s, but also how it was distinctly forked. A lustful thought quickly hit her how it would be perfect for Voluptas’ and other’s G-spots.

“You are becoming so beautiful, Brianna!” Asmodai proclaimed, unabashedly stroking his member.

“We can tell that you may become as or more powerful than I!” Voluptas proclaimed hungrily, aggressively fingering herself.

“I  fuck,” Brianna barely started through the corrupting lust, rubbing her pussy and breasts. “I need to cum …”

“Your transformation is fueled by our corrupting lust. Your body, your essence is absorbing the orgasm before it even begins!” Asmodai began hungrily.

“You shall cum when you are fully Demoniac!” Voluptas exclaimed proudly. “It will be the most powerful of your life, yet merely a preview of the pleasures to come.”

The all corrupting lust becoming overwhelming, Brianna aggressively pushed the receptive Voluptas to her back, lusting over how she was now almost as tall as Voluptas. Brianna parked her dripping crotch on Voluptas’ wide open mouth. The moment Voluptas’ long, forked tongue penetrated to the G-spot, Brianna felt her new pointy horns force their way out just behind her bangs, playfully curving before stopping at several inches in length. Brianna epically moaned and cooed, feeling her hard yet silken horns, marveling at how her ears were now distinctly pointed.

Correctly assuming her body was becoming more nimble, Brianna then bent backwards, arching her lengthened back with east, to consume the female Demoniac’s soaked pussy. She began to imitate the perfect, lust-filled twirls happening inside her, feeling the corruption begin to penetrate more corners of her being than she knew existed.

Suddenly, Asmodai brought his throbbing member toward Brianna’s mouth, which happily repositioned (long tongue still in pussy) to receive the meal. Brianna’s mouth and throat became like her pussy, feeling pleasure equally, before Asmodai alternated between Brianna’s mouth and Voluptas’ ass.

Grunt, grunt, grunt; swirl, swirl, swirl; thrust, thrust, thrust. The pleasure, the lust was becoming unbearable for the almost fully transformed Brianna. A thick, prehensile tale with gloriously swirling deep red and pink coloring suddenly grew from the base of her spine. Voluptas and Asmodai again spewed massive amounts of black cum inside and out, but it still was not enough.

Brianna almost desperately flipped herself over. Before she began to again consume Voluptas’ delicious pussy, she ordered in a loud growl, “Fuck my ass, Asmaodai, NOW!”

He quickly obliged, as Voluptas and all but Demoniac Brianna consumed their respective pussies. There was lust, so much lust throughout Brianna’s very being now. It uncontrollably overwhelmed all that she was, rewriting her very consciousness.

She looked up wide eyed to her hot and bothered and sexy friends, as her already dark eyes became distinctly cat-like, while skin patterned like a chaotic, alien ocean of shimmering red and pink. Her upper and lower fangs were now distinct and sharp. Her body had grown even taller than Voluptas’, while it was now fuller, more voluptuous, more goddess-like. Her feet were more than proportionally larger, narrower, and more highly arched, unlike most Demoniacs.

Then Brianna felt it. Her body had transformed to its fullest extent. The orgasm she so desperately yearned for was finally coming to confirm her new Demoniac essence. The lust of it was unlike anything she ever thought possible, and that just made her want it more!

“Oh, fuck,” she growled on lustful impulse. “I can’t BELIEVE … It’s COMING! ERRGUH …” At the apex of the epic, glorious orgasm of all corrupting lust, Brianna screamed deeply, “I AM DEMONIAC!”

Orgasmic energy, only a transformed Titan could expel at such a moment, exploded out of Brianna, causing all in the room to cum hard with true lust. Voluptas and Asmodai orgasmed out massive a amount of their black cum, as her Titan friends fell to the floor, squirting all over their clothes in orgasm.

They all lay on the floor for several minutes, recovering from the more powerful than usual birth-cry. Brianna eventually looked over to her friends, and stood, remarking at how she could only stand on the balls of her feet now like she were wearing very high heals. Voluptas and Asmodai stood, lusting at her easily six-foot five-inch stature, amplified by how she stood on her feet.

Brianna walked, with surprising ease on her new feet, over to the amazed, distinctly aroused Titans. “I feel so remarkable …” Brianna stated with a distinctly deeper voice.

“Brianna?” the asked uncomfortably in near unison.

She smiled in a reassuring way. “Yes, well … the Demoniac Brianna. It’s hard to explain …” Brianna realized the self control the two behind her exhibited to make all this possible. She really had no qualms about forcing any of them to the floor to fuck their brains out. “The alliance is secured through me. I am ready to fight for the world with you and my fellow Demoniacs. I am also ready to fuck you.”

Before either could say a word, Brianna forced them to the floor, controlling her newfound strength enough to not hurt them. She quickly found her way to to already we crotches, and fingered them wildly. They certainly would not become corrupted — not wanting to be, but no one was really immune to the lust a Demoniac naturally excreted.

The two began to lustfully make out, pulling open their blouses to grope their boobs. At the same time, they kicked off their shoes to grope their lower extremities with their soft feet.

“Yes! That’s it,” Brianna cooed. “Celebrate today’s success. I want you two to cum in lustful celebration!”

Not wanting to spend too much more time than they already had there, Brianna fingered their G-spots without restraint. In some ways, she just wanted to show them what she became. She was neither truly good nor evil. She was now a lustful being of riotousness and selflessness. She was now what the world needed.

They exploded in the wettest most remarkable orgasm of their lives …

* * * *

Brianna returned home to her lover, Jason. She was honestly not sure how she would react, nor how he would react. So, she emitted the hypnotic field Voluptas and Asmodai taught her to control the day before. The lie allowed her to make him think she had not changed at all physically.

She found it objectively fascinating how she reacted to him, when they hugged and kissed. It took a lot of effort to control herself right then. She honestly still felt love for him, if not more so. Yet, her love was now intertwined with her corrupting lust. She knew was she needed to do, and he was to only like it.

They sat on the couch.

“So, you said everything went well, but didn’t go into detail …”

“It … Didn’t go as expected, Jason. There was … sacrifice, in a way.”

“What do you mean, Brianna?” he asked concerned.

She gave him a true, loving smooch, and answered cryptically, “I decided the ends justified the provided means. Whether that matters here or not, all I know now is that I want you forever.”

Letting loose the corrupting lust of her new self — without shutting off the hypnotic field, Brianna pushed him onto his back while lustfully and lovingly making out with him. His cock ballooned long before she literally ripped off his clothes. Her pussy, though technically massive, shaped itself around his humanly respectable member. She pealed off her clothes, and rode him wildly, she being much heavier yet looking as she always did was lost on him through the pleasure.

Yes, Brianna was corrupting the man she loved. Yes, she didn’t bother to ask. Yes, it probably wound not have mattered in the long run. Making him a Demoniac Titan sooner than later was probably the best option for their continued relationship.

They soon came together in powerful orgasm. He was no Titan, not yet, so this wasn’t going to take long. At the same time, she knew that corrupting a Human should be dramatically prolonged greater lust, but this wasn’t just about lust. Demoniacs, too, she finally understood, were rather particular in who they corrupted and transformed. Indeed, they rarely ever fucked a Human more than once.

“Again!” she cooed.

Before he could say a word, Jason found his mouth was burring in Brianna’s glorious pussy. Brianna sucked his already enlivened cock, as Jason happily and lustfully ate her pussy. She rocked back and forth joyously on top.

Now Jason could not deny how much heavier her lover was, even though she looked no different. She was acting very differently, though … Before he could put anymore thought into it, the corrupting lust began to take hold. He found himself consuming and fingering with great want.

“Good!” she cooed deeply. “Give in to me. Embrace all you’re feeling for me right now!”

They consumed each other more wildly, and soon exploded into their hungry mouths.

With all the corrupting lust inside him now, Jason could all but see through Brianna’s hypnotic field. He could tell that she was physically different somehow. He was just too horny for her to really care.

Brianna decided to lay back, and enjoy her lover’s fucking and inevitable transformation. Jason then jumped into Brianna, and humped her widely, with equal love and lust. He grabbed her ankles, and began to slobber all over her soft, sensitive feet. All Brianna could do was happily moan and coo.

While he humped and slobbered, and began to see through the hypnotic field. She was indeed much bigger, well over six feet and more athletic. Her feet were bigger and longer with distinctly black claws. Horns! Cat-eyes! Tail! Flowing red and pink skin!

“Do you like your upgraded lover, Jason?” she said seductively in her true, deep tones.

“Yeah …” he barely breathed, humping her even harder.

“UMM … oh .. UHM … This was the deal, Jayson. I selflessly became on of them … Fuck yes! … You’re my lover … ERRR … You could only become like me!”

At the moment of epic orgasm, he grew to nearly six feet, his dick doubled in size inside her, his skin turned a light red, small horns protruded, black claws grew, and a healthy tail forced its way out and up. With sharp fangs and long forked tongues — tails shoved in one another’s assholes, they affirmed their love and lust forever …


Blog Unbound: Harbinger of Darkness

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. There are two distinct seeds for this story, which will be told in two parts. The first is Elektra, a very dark antiheroine from comic books, and the second is from an early draft of what became the Other Minds tale, Dark SeedEnjoy!

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Harbinger of Darkness

They had planned to spread – and had brought up that which to help them, but now they must wait once more. — H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth

Elizabeth was happily walking down to her apartment after a few drinks with friends, including the once (and future?) boyfriend Jason. It was only two blocks from the bar. Walking past an alley she past a thousand times, an odd shimmer caught her eye. She turned and walked to where she thought she saw it.

There was an odd stillness around her, like the world was no longer relevant. Before she could put serious thought into the distant world, she saw it. Though, it didn’t look real: a shiny black orb floated within an impossibly shadowed corner of the alley. “Floating” was the wrong word, because it was perfectly still. She felt a powerful pull toward it, so powerful it was beyond any urge she ever knew. She outstretched her hand, and touched it.

A flash of pleasure and power exploded into her, as the black orb melted onto her hand. It moved, expanded over her body so fast, she could not think. Or was she already not thinking? The world became as black as what consumed her. Thoughts flowed through her she could not comprehend, while she felt the darkness flow into her very being. Yet, it didn’t feel like a physical encasement or invasion. It felt as if it the blackness was already there. The orb awoke it somehow. It was the answer to everything. But to what? She could not think. The more she was consumed by what felt liker her own darkness, the more pleasure she felt. It grew more and more, until …

Elizabeth suddenly woke up in bed through the most powerful orgasm of her life. She quickly caught her breath, quickly realizing how different she felt. It must have been the hangover, she assumed. Still, it wasn’t like any hangover she ever had. Her phone suddenly buzzed with a text.

Jason: Hey, Lizzy, couldnt catch up with ya last night after the bar. Hangover not too bad?

Smiling, she texted back:  Fine, I guess. You?

Had worse in college, remember?

Yeah … well, the next day 😛 She honestly didn’t remember most of that night, and neither of them planned drank that much again.

So … Don’t know when you’ll be done working today, but you wanna meet up again today sometime?

Elizabeth was an independent investigative reporter, who now does more blogging than “mercenary work,” as she liked to call it, for news agencies.  Sure, she texted back. She saw it was past ten already, seeing her phone’s clock. I should be happy with the article before 1pm. See you at Sunny Diner at 1:30?


Nothing about the next couple hours felt normal. There was something right about the strangeness, but didn’t even understand it. It made her feel stronger, more aggressive. Well, she was always a bit aggressive and independent minded, and the feeling, she slowly realized, was almost an outgrowth of that. She didn’t know what to make of it, but the decisiveness from it made her write and finish an amazing article on “secret slum lords” in her city …

The two minute walk to the diner was the same yet different. Elizabeth not only felt a greater awareness of the city around her, but also a greater understanding of it. Everything was so alive, vivid. It should have been a sensory overload, but her mind had easily processed it all. What finally unnerved her was a new feeling that she was above them all.

Walking into the diner, Jason sat quietly a few booths down from the entrance. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to tell her things he could not yet bring himself to tell her.

“Hey, Jason” she said sitting before him, automatically hiding what she was experiencing for reasons not fully clear to her.

“Hey, Lizzy” he answered lovingly. He was masking himself, too, and Elizabeth somehow suspected he always had.

“How you feeling?” he asked, failing to hide a deep concern.

“Um, OK … Sleeping late was always a good cure-all. Got the article set for release a day early, too.”

“Elizabeth … Always ruffling feathers …”

“Hey, you wanna tell me something?”

He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “Um, I dunno … I, err, really missed you.”

She saw a deep truth in those words. She sensed she could now see right through him, but feared to do so. “I’m sorry I kinda ran away from you. Didn’t know where we were going. I guess that scared me …”

“It’s all right, Elizabeth. You were the one to always call the shots. When you decided to move on … I forced myself to accept it.”

“But you really didn’t, did you?”

“No,” he said with a nervous laugh, “but you’re an untamable tigress, Lizzy! If I let myself beg for you to take me back then, I would’ve had three black eyes.”

“I would’ve kept you’re man-card, too,” she half-joked. Elizabeth was rather athletic, and was secretly proud of her more than alluring physique.

He laughed with her, knowing the truth in it all.

Elizabeth could tell how crazy about her Jason was. “So, just fucking say it, Jason! I never took that card from you.”

He smiled awkwardly, like the first time they met. “You always went right for the truth, Lizzy! Let’s be together again.”

She leaned over the table, and gave him a confirming smooch …

It just happened really. They found themselves in Elizabeth’s apartment an hour later. The kissed deeply, holding each other tightly. They slowly removed their clothes, and fell into the bed, hot bodies tingling at the touch of the other. Thrust, thrust, thrust they passionately went. Their eyes locked. This was perfection, this was right. They soon grunted and cooed lovingly in mind melting orgasm …

Shiny blackness soon surrounded Elizabeth. It was comforting, yet a part of her felt as if that was an artificial comfort somehow. The tainted comfort seemed to scream at her for not fully embracing it, she somehow understanding that others embraced it. By she and the blackness knew something was wrong, different. Something, somethings were missing. The blackness didn’t care, but Elizabeth did. Her very psyche was being stretched in different directions, and she found herself lost between the two …

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes to her darkened room. She sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. She was resisting something with every ounce of strength she had, but had not idea what she was resisting! She felt pain, weariness, and frustration.

“You OK, Lizzy?” Jason asked with deep concern.

No,” she forced. “I don’t know … Something is horribly wrong … I think something happened to me last night after the bar …”

Jason shifted himself to her side, placed his arm around her trembling, naked body, and said, “I need you to come with me, right now.”

“To where?” she asked confused.

“I’ll answer everything once we’re there. Trust me …”

It didn’t look like they traveled across the city by a regular taxi, but Elizabeth was too overwhelmed by whatever was happening to her to pay much attention. They walked into an aging building Elizabeth never saw before. With an apparent thumbprint in the bright, stainless steel elevator, they went downward. The doors eventually slid open to an apparent reception area likely filled with more more guards than it had normally. An old tapestry hang at the opposite end of the oblong room. It depicted a wise yet troubled samurai in a flowing robe. He held what looked like a broken sword. A vibrant star field shown behind him.

An older, deeply concerned man walked up to them. “Are you sure about this, Apprentice-General Abrams?”

Jason took a quiet yet deep sigh. “Is the room prepared, Master Salazar?”


“What the fuck is happening, Jason?” Elizabeth blurted.

The man stood aside, and Jason answered, “Maybe something new …”

They soon made their way into a small room with what was obviously a one-way mirror on one end. A stainless steel table with two matching chairs sat in the middle. Neither sat.

“Elizabeth … I’ve been a part of this … Cabal all my life. What’s more important is you.”

“Me?” Her confusion was only matched by her extreme discomfort, now mental and physical.

“We defend humanity from the shadows, because that’s where the threat lives. You were born out of those shadows. Not an ‘evil,’ per se, but of a malevolence toward humanity.”

“I’m some kind of mission for you?”

He went teary eyed. “I failed at the original one to … to kill you. I changed the rules for you. I …”

“You lied to me, Jason!” she interrupted in a scream, bashing the table hard enough to leave a slight dent. “I don’t even know what the fuck I am, and you lied to me!” Elizabeth growled through the growing discomfort of her resistance.

He sighed. “Not really … I just didn’t tell you everything.”

“Then tell me now. I need to know more before whatever this is overtakes me …”

“I am part of an ancient Cabal of those fighting against the invasion … You, Elizabeth, are not the first of what you are.”

“What am I?” she growled through clenched teeth.

“A Queen, as we’ve come to call them. More fully, Kurai Sora no Joō or Queen of the Dark Sky. Now, not every detail of this is known or fully understood. Over a thousand years ago, an alien race implanted an artificial strand of DNA into at least one Human, a very distant ancestor of yours. She became the first Queen upon hearing the signal. A battle scarred Samurai by the name of Minamoto no Yoshiie and his compatriots became aware of the alien plot after 1090 CE in Kyoto.

“Now … the alien plans were already in motion for some time, them already involved by proxy through government and early organized crime. Yoshiie’s connections with government by that time was how he stumbled upon the fledgling conspiracy, which he did not yet know was alien in origin. He gathered many men to fight the corruption before Kyto and the rest of the country were lost.

“By the time they located the first Queen, she had already transformed, and they later learned that her offspring, which she had prior, were taken elsewhere. That was when they learned they were fighting monsters from beyond this world. He lost over half his men in the battle against the first Queen and the Hogo-sha or Protectors, the skill and bravery of Yoshiie was the only thing that kept his men from collapsing under the weight of all they knew crashing into nothing. Katana and fist against particle beams. Yoshiie impossibly won the battle at too great a cost, plunging his broken Katana into the Queen’s chest.

“The wise Yoshiie knew the war was far from done, and that it would not be won in his lifetime. In that very stronghold of the first Queen, he formed Bōei no Himitsu Kessha, the Cabal of Defenders, which worked to uncover all the alien secrets to ensure the safety of our world. The Protectors, who the Cabal continued to fight afterwards, are now as global as the Cabal today. At semi-regular intervals — a generation, a century — a new Queen comes into being. We later learned how to anticipate a future Queen, sometimes preventing an all out battle with the Protectors. You are becoming the tenth. We’ve never fully understood the mechanism, nor why the aliens haven’t changed their tactics.”

Elizabeth knew this was the truth, and found herself falling into the corner of the room. All her life, she sensed something different about herself. Yet, she always thrust that into the back of her mind, even though she was sure now that difference affected her more than she ever realized. “I don’t understand,” she breathed. “Shouldn’t I be surrounded by Protectors now, or murdered by you?”

He smirked in both pride and regret. “The massive economic downturn in 2008 actually weakened the Protectors, and we took advantage, already knowing what you will soon be after you were born. This city and much of this country is now virtually purged of Protectors. My generation of the Cabal has seen more blood than our Samurai founders …”

“You pretended to love me, killed all who would protect me, tell me everything …” She shook her head. “Maybe it doesn’t matter … Just kill me, Jason. Save me and the world …”

Jason squatted next to her in her with both love as pain. “You know what war sometimes does to warriors, Elizabeth? We can fucking tire of it … I never pretended to love you. Yes, I and the Cabal instead worked to nudge you in specific ways — keep you from having a relationship that could lead to children, but it wasn’t planned for me to fall in love you! There’s a dark shadow over you soul, but I see so much more! I could never hurt you, Elizabeth. I was the one to kill you, but I changed the weary Cabal’s plans, which may still change back to your death. Everything hinges on you know, Elizabeth. The Cabal and economics has perhaps permanently crippled the Protectors. Prove those that want you dead wrong; prove those that want you to conquer wrong. You have no children; I believe you have a choice that perhaps all Queens had; I believe you have the strength to break this cycle of death; I believe in you, Elizabeth!”

She held her head in her tingling hands. “I don’t even know what I believe …” Then something became clear to her, and looked up to Jason with a haunting stillness. “I … don’t think it is darkness in my soul … Whatever it is, it’s twisted into my very being. Resistance to it will drive me insane. Maybe I do have the urge to lead and change everything; maybe I accept it … Maybe … you’re right, Jason … Good, evil; I am as gray as anyone. I don’t have to transform the world the way anyone wants. I can no longer deny what I am …”

She nodded to herself, ready to accept herself. “After I let myself transform, Jason, there must be no more lies between us and the rest of humanity. I can sense betraying those aliens now will finally change everything. They will come and fail to pull me back to them. It will take so much more than the Cabal or me to save us. This country and world might have weakened itself too much in all their bickering!” she spat. “This choice will lead to so much blood I may come to love it, but a real stand against those aliens must happen. This war has lasted for a thousand years, and we will finally bring its chaotic end …”

She slowly stood, releasing all resistance toward what was a part of her all along.

Embracing all that she is, she felt herself becoming whole for the first time in her life. She could feel her body begin to change. Her mind sharpened, as her intelligence increased dramatically. All her senses heightened, as her mind adjusted to process it all. Her skin became hairless, sleek, and subtly rubbery, incapable of breaking save for the hardest of impact. Her muscles grew ever so slightly, while they be became super efficient. In the wild excess of energy flowing through her, she ripped the metal table off the floor like it wasn’t even bolted down, and threw it through the glass, letting loose a primal scream. The anxious Jason holding up his hand toward those behind to prevent them from drawing their weapons.

Elizabeth stood for a few moment, catching her breath, looking downward with half-closed eyes. Her clothes were now visibly tight and uncomfortable from the increased muscle mass. Her mind now processed information faster than any Human, making everything seem slow around her while she adapted. She could sense, feel all those around her: Jason’s love, the fear, the anxiousness, the amazement, and the confusion of all of them. She could feel the whole of the living city above and around them: every strength, every weakness, every curiosity. It was all too much for a moment, before her mind fully adapted to insane mass of data.

“Yoshiie must have been special himself in some way to have personally killed the first Queen,” she said slowly, looking up toward Jason, her once deep blue eyes now a beautifully haunting glacial  … I can sense that no other Queen died in such an interpersonal way …”

“That is a prevailing theory. We have worked with people that are more,” he said quietly. “Are you OK, Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth found herself laughing at it all. “In that I still don’t want to conquer this world? Yes, I am ‘OK,’ Jason. I am more powerful than my predecessors. Control is a trap, I see. They controlled their humanity, weakening themselves, and unwittingly allowed themselves to be slaves …” she observed in her amazement, her speech not able to yet express all she intended smoothly. Instead of simple empathic linkages, she could actually control and read the minds of others with great effort. She was never a micromanager, though.

“So what’s next, chain breaker?”

She smirked, finding a growing smoothness in expression. “Because I have not linked my mind to the Protectors, the invaders will know something is very wrong very soon … Yes, I can sense the Protectors still in this city are going nuts trying to find out my status!”

Jason looked toward Master Salazar. “And you thought we purged this city completely!”

Elizabeth put on a large smile. She always loved how he never truly bowed to authority. A glorious irony for someone so intricately connected with such an ancient, hierarchical organization, but that was often overlooked thanks to his highly strategic mind, she now knew. She quickly walked up to him, and gave him a long, deep kiss, which he returned a moment later. Now, finally, Elizabeth hit a sensory overload: the passion of a kiss. She loved every second of it …


Blog Unbound: theLatex Machines

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A standalone sci-fi tale. This short story is based on the Latex Machines flashes found on this blog. It has been expanded and restructured. The story follows the journals and research notes of multiple individuals involved in the study of latex-based nanotechnology. While 2067 had many forms of nanotech, the abandoned yet seductive past research of Dr. Noah proved ahead of its time … Enjoy!

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theLatex Machines

Journal of Jason Prestley
April 1, 2067

I walked into the dim basement of a musty old house today. This was a rare occurrence, and I felt an odd unease. The Chesterton Museum of Science and History just accepted a donation from the estate of Dr. Reginald Noah. It was considered a coop. Though the medical scientist was considered a recluse later in life, he was a top scientist at the Landry Research Institute, which went bankrupted nearly fifty years before. The organization never disclosed why they collapsed, but it was assumed they failed to create a mass production solution to their practically fabled latex-technologies.

The stairs creaked uncomfortably beneath my feet. No one administering Noah’s estate put any effort into helping us acquire the donation, but they said Noah meticulously organized his storage and home. So, we were given Noah’s personal inventory, which made it possible to determine what the small museum would accept. Unfortunately, I was the only one available, as the collections manager, to gather the items.

The basement was not so shockingly musty, but annoyingly dim. The old florescent lights merely flickered into partial existence, while the dying light of clouded dusk filtered through the small windows. What first caught my eye were the walls. The dark gray paster (cement?) walls had distinct, unnerving patterns. In the gloomy light, I could all but make out distorted humanoid figures, sending chills down my spine.

Wanting to complete the task at hand, I looked away and slipped out my paper-tablet with the inventory. Crates and boxes marked red were from Landry, blue were personal projects, and green were enticingly “journals unpublished.” Further ignoring the wall, I began the arduous process of moving the containers into the rent-a-van 

April 2, 2067

“Wow … wow!” my wife and the museum’s consulting biomedical scientist exclaimed. “I guess we now know what Landry was really working on!”

I was showing her the first hard drive I was copying into a new storage medium. From the red box, it contained correspondence and typed notes of the the initial testing of and first subject for his “latex nanites.” There were some related handwritten materials I was digitizing, too.

I must admit, the first thing that drew me to Lia was her body. She may very well have been the sexiest scientist alive, at least to me. She was taller than average (a touch taller than me), had size nine feet, dark hair, blue eyes, and light skin. She was also a hell of a lot smarter than me!

“So, Lia, this isn’t just some wild scribblings?”

“It’s amazing, Jason! These notes alone could revolutionize nanotechnology!”

“It’s better than what we have now?”

“No, it’s just different, Jason. These findings, combined with current tech, can reinvent the entire biomedical field.”

She loved her work, but I never saw her this excited. She was never one to express herself dramatically, unless it was something truly amazing. At the same time, I was excited, too. The work was so seductive, I almost forgot one important fact. “They did fail to mass-produce …”

“Applied to what we have now,” she shrugged, “that might be irrelevant. Nanotech has been applied to to medicine for years. People still have a reluctance to put little robots in their bodies, so the money for advancement is very low. But, Noah’s research was already conducted. All we would need to do is to apply more recent research …”

> Noah Collection Archives
>> Accession: A.2067.2.1
>>> September, 2015
>>>> Alpha Test — Subject’s Report

I walked into the job like any other. Another bland job for the bland temp girl. It paid the bills, and I was a good administrative assistant. There was something a little strange about this job, though. It was a research firm run by a bunch of a white-coated scientists. Though most wore some variant of T-shirt and jeans under that white coat, the whole operation gave off a subtle Bond Movie vibe, with myself haplessly working for Doctor Number One! It amused me, mostly because other temps at my agency described working for socially awkward scientists in a similar way. At the same time, they were all very pleasant and helpful coworkers.

After lunch, I gathered some paperwork for Dr. Noah. He was one of the research leaders here, and according to his coworkers, a self-described workaholic. As I had yet to meet this scientist, this had been my first time traversing this part of the building. Like the rest of it, the halls had a very sterile feel. Yet, there were also far more bland and blinding white. Workaholics and blandness went hand and hand, I assumed. The layout was a bit different, too. While other parts of the building had doors labeled with “Research Area run by Dr. John Smith” or “Office of Richard Head,” the doors here had a series of numbers. The first number was clearly the regular room number, and I assumed the rest had to do with the room itself. Not really surprising, considering the paperwork I was delivering had the number: 15-56342. So, I was looking for room fifteen.

I eventually found the room, which was fairly deep into the mind numbingly boring area. There being no holders for anything outside, I knocked. The apparently unlatched door opened slightly from my act. Pushing it open further, I called, “Dr. Noah? I have some papers here for you … Hello?”

The darkened room was empty. A light switch was not visible, and if there were sensors for lights, they weren’t working. It wasn’t that dark, though. It was just a deep blue hue … which was coming from some kind of machine on the far end? A laptop lay open next to it, possibly Noah’s or one of his assistant’s. It looked like some software running, given the running lines of code. Information completely lost on me! I placed the manila folder next to the laptop.

I then noticed there was an odd hum coming from the oblong machine. With my eyes better adjusted, the glowing machine had a very unfinished look. Wires of various colors wrapped around what I now realized was a glossy cylinder. Blue LEDs randomly peaked out from the wires …

“That hum …” I whispered toward it. The machine’s hum was doing something to me. While it never grew louder, I don’t think, the hum was starting to resonate in my head, my body. It felt … good. My breathing slowly increased, as the humming took me further. It was a glorious pleasure throughout my body I could not deny. Was something wrong here? I’m not sure if I cared beyond the questioning thought.

With a curious pull, I slowly walked toward the singing machine. It wanted me closer, not that I knew why. The closer I came, the more the humming pleasured me. My crotch felt hot and soaked in my near orgasmic state. My movements were no longer my own, but I already did not care. Arms outstretched, I floated myself around the pleasuring machine, in a wanting embrace, hand and forearms submerged by the wires. I pressed myself tightly on the vibrating machine.

“Oh, gah … What’s happening? Oh, my …” I grunted in orgasmic pleasure. Something was happening to me, but my mind was no longer able to function beyond that awareness.

“Well, this is interesting!” a voice behind me cooed.

All I could do was writhe in pleasure. In an inexplicable awareness, I could feel my body transforming.

“I’m Dr. Noah,” the man behind me greeted happily. “Tell me, Norah, how do you feel?”

“I … OOOOO … Can’t stop cuming,” I breathed. “Muscles tightening …”

“Excellent, Norah. Clearly the nano-machines have successfully integrated with your brain. Please continue.”

“I FEEL MY WHOLE BODY TRANSFORMING!” I exclaimed in yet another orgasm. How I was able to answer the scientist through the mind destroying pleasure was beyond me. Rubbery stretching noises became audible. “Breasts growing, waist pulling inward … FUCK! … Hips flaring! Ass tight, full!” I growled in the epic pleasure. I loved FEELING my once boring body become something better. “OH … wow …” My whole head began to change. “Lips erotically full! Cheek bones sexy!”

“Very good, Norah!”

“My skin!” I orgasmed. “The tingling overwhelming!”

“The final phase of your latexification, Norah. Please, continue.”

“It’s … OH FUCK YES!” On that orgasm, I suddenly began to feel under my skin. It was as if I was wearing some tight, uncomfortable leather suit from head to toes. Out of control, I pulled away from the machine, and ripped off my now ill fitting clothes. But, that wasn’t enough. I still felt that tightening feeling, as if … Yes! This was no longer my skin!

With now shimmering, sharp black nails, I gripped my forehead, and pulled outward. The old skin gave away. Underneath revealed itself as a shiny rubber of a pale pink not unlike what covered it. The feel of air touching the new skin was more than orgasmic. Like an addict, I violently ripped away the old flesh around my head, old dyed hair along with it. For a moment, my pure, latexified head shimmered in its hairlessness. In a glorious orgasm beyond the pleasure of the kissing air, new hair grew outward from the top of my head, eyebrows, and eyelids. It was completely different from what was there before! It was platinum blonde, but only appeared like it was soft and shimmering. Instead, there were like ultra-slim bands of rubber.

Feeling the pleasure of my head and displeasure of the remaining old skin, I forcibly and easily ripped it away from the neck down. Through the drooling pleasure, I saw variations in tone of the new rubber flesh. From my ass to chest was a glorious electric blue, while above and along my arms was a metallic gray. My hands, save for the black nails, were the same flesh tone as my face.

The pleasure of the air kissing my new flesh almost made my legs buckle, but when I finally pealed all the old flesh away from my glorious, metallic gray legs and pale pink feet, they did. I writhed on the floor in the epic pleasure of the new flesh and new body for what almost felt like an eternity …

The pleasure slowly subsided, and my, well, renovated mind solidified. I slowly stood in total undeniable understanding. I now had total control over my external appearance, as I had of my own pleasure. My external appearance was now a default, partially derived from my old mind. I was something new; I was something powerful.

Dr. Noah stood joyously before me. I realized I no longer had sexual attraction in the Human sense. I was now attracted to pleasure itself. At the same time, the scientist was not my master, not directly. The machine that infested me with those nanites, now an integral part of me, was, and anyone could control the now Alpha Tested machine. I could be that anyone.

“So, what’s next, doctor?” I asked slyly, sarcastically. Whether it mattered or not, I wanted to show he was not really in direct control of me.

“Well, a new, full time position is available, Norah. It involves overseeing of final testing and eventual distribution of our product. Since you survived the transformation, you now understand the technology better than anyone, and I am sure you want the world experience it!”

I smiled deviously. “A latex Queen … Perhaps that title is too much, doctor …” I thought out loud. “We’ll come up with something better for me. Now, let’s transform the world!”

Journal of Jason Prestley
April 10, 2067

I don’t know why neither of us ever stepped back to look at what we were doing. We were working on this latex project on our own time without a living test subject, so there was nothing illegal about it. At the same time, no one else actually knew what we were doing. I wasn’t sure how to explain this all to others if something went wrong …

After a few weeks of tinkering, we, well, Lia was fairly certain she succeeded in adapting Noah’s work to current nanotechnology. Basically, she was able to make the little machines survive indefinitely in a natural latex substrate. It was not far off from what Noah created, but it was possibly smarter and more “alive” than the original. Lia theorized this form allowed more control over them, because it was based on the control and storage schemes applied today.

Then it happened. It was so fast, there was nothing I could do. She called for my help from across the room, and broke a vile of the living latex on the edge of the high workbench. Glass cut into her skin, as the shimmering liquid spattered on her hand. Why the hell were we using glass instead of something less breakable? I was sure Lia knew, but it was too late to ask.

I rushed over. “Are you OK, Lia!?”

“I … think so …” she said slowly, examining her cut thumb.

“Is any of that stuff in the wound?”

“Yeah … It looks like it,” she said in deep thought. “I did not program them to do anything, but these nano-machines are fundamentally different.”

“They’re … exactly the same as Noah build them?”

“The core programing is … My hand is getting very tingly, Jason …”

Then, she did something that completely surprised me: she hungrily, sensually licked the black goo off her gloved hand. “Ummmm! So good … So horny!” she cooed. “Feels so hot!” she exclaimed through the grunts and coos. She then ripped off her clothes, including her gloves. “I can feel them inside me, Jason, replicating. They’re pleasuring all of me; changing me!”

Moaning and cooing orgasmically, she went to the floor on her knees, and rolled to her back. Her eyes rolled back into her head in her writhing motions of ultimate ecstasy. Something strange was visibly happening to her skin. It looked like it was drying, while her veins shifted to a black. Then, her skin seemed to lift above those veins; it became lighter, dryer. Then, she exploded in one massive, super-orgasm, and fell silent, still.

I quickly slapped on a clean glove, and tried to check her vitals. Nothing. She lay there lifeless, eyes shut, while I had no idea what to do. I don’t know how long I sat there looking at my wife turned mad scientist. There was only shock, exacerbated by how dead even her skin looked. Time passed like it was never there. Hours likely passed, but I was in too much a daze to know.

Eventually, I heard an squishy, crunchy noise. I must have jumped five feet! Heart racing, barely breathing, I looked more closely at Lia. Her shoulder seemed to be subtly squirming under its own skin. Little by little, more parts of her began to squirm in the same way. The image and sound of it was almost as indescribable as it was terrifying.

“Lia!?” I barely, finally called out. Gloved hand shaking, I tried to take her pulse. I could feel her moving, yet I could not feel what would be considered a pulse. Through the bizarre squirming, I eventually felt a motion in the vein I did not feel after she exploded in orgasm. The motions of what I thought was blood was seemingly constant without a pulse. With every noted subject in Noah’s notes reacting in their own way, regardless of application, it was impossible to say if any of this was to be expected.

I pulled myself away in great confusion. Lia’s hands then spread wide, popping open the thick, dead layer of skin. She then stretched her entire body in a similar fashion, creating tears from head to toes. In hauntingly efficient motions, Lia moved her pealing hands to her face, while simultaneously lifting herself to her feet. Digging in with her fingers and nails, she began to rip open her skin more deliberately. With that same haunting efficiency, she made a singular tear down the middle to her pussy, almost like unzipping a jacket. She then brought her hands back to the top of her partly opened face, and pealed away the thick, dead skin from her scalp, including her hair. Like she was some humanoid banana, she pealed the skin off on one side, and then the other, all the way down to her hips.

The skin revealed underneath was nothing short of perfection, and had a distinct rubbery shimmer. Almost like pealing off tight leggings, she pulled her legs and feet out of the old skin. I quickly noticed the small heart tattoo above her waist was gone, just before I realized her eyelids came off with the dead skin like her hair. Even her pussy lips were gone, leaving just the hole.

Lia looked around emotionless for a few moments before eyelids grew over her eyes (no eyelashes, though). She blinked twice, looking at me, and simply didn’t blink again. It was as if she was proving something to herself.

“Lia … are you all right?” I barely asked, before standing before her just past arms length. I had no idea what was to happen next.

With zero emotion, she said flatly, “Jason, that is a hard question to answer precisely. I am … fine. You have nothing to worry about from me.”

“You’re acting very strange. I mean, you have no hair!” I exclaimed, finding myself relaxing slightly.

“You would like me to have hair, Jason? How would you like it?”

“Um …” No matter how emotionless she suddenly was, it was somehow still her. “I guess, shoulder length, slightly wavy. Some eyelashes, thin eyebrows.”

“I must mention, Jason, that my hair strands can only be rubber, no more than Human hair in appearance. Would you like it jet black for a slight change? I can do any color you wish”

“Yes, black sounds nice”

“Would you also like hair over my crotch as another change?”

I considered it, but instead requested, “No, but pussy lips would be nice instead …”

“Done, Jason.” Her hair grew out exactly as requested, as did her pussy lips

Without thinking, I moved closer to touch her new hair, it was soft and silken, but also definitely rubber. I moved my had to her cheek, feeling her soft yet very rubbery skin.

She had no reaction to my touch.

I stepped back. “You’re not Human any more are you, Lia?”

“No,” she said flatly. “I am more akin to a robot, a machine now, Jason. I have no emotions anymore, and I seem to not miss then. Deep down, I think this is what I always wanted. I have total control over my physical form now, thanks to an equally as dispassionate colony of the latex nanites within me. Those nanites are as much a part of me as any body part. Before you ask, Jason, I should be able to replicate humanity from my memories as a Human.”

“Do you, can you still love me?”

“Of course, Jason,” she said in her robotic tones. “I understand now that ‘love’ is more akin to a promise that creates emotion and action. In my case, now only action.”

“I’m as relieved as I am …”

“ … Overwhelmed with distress. I understand, Jason. This, what I became, is not what you wanted. I assure you again that I can pretend to be Human, and I will understand if you would like to move away from all this.”

I nodded …

April 11, 2067

I relegated most of the Noah Collection to interns, not wanting to go any further as Lia surmised. I had Lia use myself as practice for feigning humanity, so I could at least pretend to move on from whatever madness drove us to this …

May 3, 2068

The passing year was different, but not that different. Yes, Lia was still a machine of hard and soft rubber, but she acted Human with relative ease. Thrust, thrust, thrust I went into her tight, hot, rubbery, wet ass. I stared deeply into emotionless yet loving eyes, while she clenched her teeth and grabbed at the sheets. Her grunts and coos appeared completely authentic.

Even at those family get-togethers she fooled everyone. She even came to fool me to a degree. However, she could not replicate Human emotion perfectly, no longer having them for real, but she successfully played on the fact that people do change over time. Lia was never really one to express herself emotionally as strongly as some. She even excelled at her job, while feigning emotions at the same time. It was not that she was smarter, she explained; it was because the lack of emotion made her think more freely. She was amazing, and I loved her even more for it.

One distinct difference that I came to love was our sex life. That was proven yet again with my dick in her rubbery ass and her soft, mouth watering, rubber tasting foot in my mouth. Lia rolled her eyes into the back of her head, increasing her writhing motions of pleasure. No, she was no sex-slave robot. She even said no to sex at what must have been calculated times (“I’m kind of tired tonight, Jason”). She did still have to eat, even if she had no waste products, and still had to sleep, even if it was not that much. She even altered herself to consume my cum from any hole. “Fuel and recharging,” she liked to joke with a lot of truth. All that was still betrayed by the intimate feel of her.

Her control over her physical form was actually more about appearance than feel. She was a warm, sensuous rubber I came to love. What was very interesting at first — amazing after a while, was that sex was more about my desires. She had no such desires anymore, because she had no longer had real emotions anymore to create desire in the Human sense. She could feel me inside her, but there was no real  pleasure for her. Yet, her love for me dictated we make love. We have not had sex exactly the same twice over the past year!

I was so close to exploding in her ass, and she knew it. Harder and hard I went, there was no fear of hurting her, bitting down hard on her foot. Since the first night we had sex after her reinvention, when she said she would do whatever I wanted to make me feel better, anal sex in some form with her was my favorite. That first night was strange at the start, but she helped me move past that. She initially had me fuck her while she affected nothing. Then, she had me kiss her while she worked to affect feeling behind it. The kiss felt like a synthetic copy of the past kisses we had at at first, but it quickly became more real and passionate than I ever knew possible.

Feeling and seeing me let loose my own orgasm in the present, she let loose her own, almost angry one. I leaned down for a deep loving embrace, kissing with even deeper passion. Of course, it was all authentic affectation, but it was not insincere. Lia would not have acted as such if that was what she did not want to do. It was her way of saying how much she loved me. It was that kind of love and passion that, perhaps with some irony, helped me pretend I had something normal.

This was my life now, forgetting the love of my life was a machine, and why that was …

June 1, 2068

I was talking to the three High School interns about what they wanted to learn from this science museum. The three were certainly attractive girls, but a bit too young. Dana (“Dee”) was fifteen with brown hair and eyes, and had darker skin. Sandy was sixteen had black hair and brown eyes with a sandy complexion. Penny was barely sixteen with light brown hair and hazel eyes.

They, mostly Sandy, had a genuine interest in biomedical research, and wanted to learn more about the “mysterious” Dr. Noah. This was not really a coincidence. The collection was known, and it was only a matter of time before someone asked about it. Perhaps not hearing much of it for the past year made me pretend it was long buried in the museum’s collection.

I tried to shrug off the importance of the collection, but they insisted. So, I let them look into its organization scheme, which was probably in need of improvement anyway …

I found Lia on the other side of the building quietly typing away at the end of the day. We carpooled whenever she worked at the museum. We lovingly smooched.

“Ready to go, Lia?”

“Just a minute, Jay!” she said casually. “I wanna finish this report. See you outside?”

“Sure …”

She was driving us home, when she finally observed, “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “The new interns are interested in the Noah Collection.”

“What did you say?” she asked flatly.

“Well, someone was gonna want to look in those boxes eventually. It’s no secret we have them. I’m letting them reorganize. It’s all purely of historical interest.”

“Hmmm,” Lia muttered, processing. “We both remember how seductive that work was to us. After I changed, the whole thing terrified you, Jason.”

“What are three high schoolers gonna do? The interns last year seemed to barely care about the content. It’s not like its the work of some demonic evil.”

“Demoniac,” she interjected.


“Some might call it demoniac,” she said, almost completely dropping the false emotion. “The work affected us as if it had demon-like qualities, some might say. The work is not truly evil in intent — I should know, but it is dangerous to those without dispassion — you should know.”

“Come over to my office tomorrow to meet these interns. Maybe you could nudge them away, or at least see how they feel about the work.”

“I like that idea!” she said, putting on a convincing smile. “I will definitely meet them tomorrow …”

June 2, 2068

I was quietly looking over my report on the status of the overall collection when my young interns walked into my office with a white, acid-free box.

“So, what’s up?” I asked with subtle awkwardness.

Dana, bright eyed, said, “Looks like this box from the Noah Collection was never fully organized or indexed.”

Sandy, continued, “It was obviously put into a new box, but we couldn’t find any digital copies.”

“Humph!” I said casually with subtle annoyance. It was on me for having inexperienced interns organize the collection. I took out some of the packets. They looked like unpublished journal articles dated to just before the organization collapsed. “Let’s head upstairs where there’s more space to start parsing this out.”

I guided them into the high-ceilinged attic of the nineteenth century building. We never stored anything up there anymore, but it genuinely was a good space, when it wasn’t too hot or cold outside, to recompile a collection. At the same time, I wanted to unofficially control access to Noah’s research much more than any other collection.

We started to parse out the research papers by date. Lia and I definitely did not read through these. From what I could skim, they hinted at what led to the project’s downfall. There were references to a “Latex Queen” calling herself “Latexica,” who wanted to actively control all the subjects exposed to the experimental nanites. She thought it was the key to mass production (latex transformation on a global scale). I remembered reading that Latexica, who was basically an administrative assistant prior, was the first test subject, albeit by accident. While the earlier work Lia and I read suggested she steered the program afterwards, these later papers confirmed it.

“Did you ever show your wife, Dr. Summers, this collection?” Penny asked casually.


She clarified, “She’s that consulting scientist working here, right? She is a medical scientist.”

“Uh, yeah …” I began defensively. “We haven’t looked into exhibiting this collection yet.”

“This shit’s pretty amazing, Jason!” Dee exclaimed. “I’m surprised this place’s done so little with it …”

“Jason? You up there?” I heard Lia call up the steps.

I almost forgot she was coming. Damn, this collection is so distracting … “Yeah …”

“Who’s that?” Sandy asked casually.

“Lia …”

“Well, now she can take a look!” Sandy chuckled.

Lia walked up the steps casually, naturally, and walked into the attic with a convincingly pleasant smile.

The three walked up to her.

“Hey, I’m Lia Summers,” she greeted friendlily. “Wanted to meet the interns I’ve been hearing so much about! You three have an interest in medical science?”

They shrugged, and Dee stated, “I guess so. We just wanted to see if there was something really interesting about it all.”

“What do you think so far?”

Sandy answered, “This Dr. Noah was a pretty interesting guy. Probably should’ve been arrested for Human experimentation!”

“At least he didn’t profit off of it.” Penny observed.

“Think it’s something I might be interested in?” Lia asked, affecting a curious expression.

They shrugged, and led Lia over to the long table.

Lia’s clear, machine-mind skimmed through the papers with the rest of us, retaining everything.

“What do you think, Jason?” Lia asked me seriously.

The question was rather loaded, she knew. Lia had an unsurprising dispassion now. I never knew she was still interested in all this, suggesting we not shoo them away. She just stepped away from it for my sake. At least the work could not do anything more to Lia now, no longer being Human … I realized then that I secretly wanted to continue this craziness, and that was the core of what disturbed me so much.

I made my decision. “Lia, I will go with what you decide.”

The interns looked at us both confused.

Lia nodded, visibly melting her Human mask. One could say I just wanted her to be happy, but knowing better, I really wanted her to express herself without concern of what I would think. Now, she was.

The once Human machine moved before us in such efficiency that it seemed she was floating. With her true, emotionless stare, she expanded the black of her eyes passed the color and into the white, turning them into shimmering onyx stones. She then removed her top, and glided into the light, letting her silken skin and hair shimmer like the latex it was.

The three girls’ jaws dropped.

“You’re a Latex Machine …” Dee breathed, revealing that they skimmed through other boxes as well.

“Yes, that is one description,” Lia said flatly. I had almost forgotten the cold monotone. “‘Android’ is more descriptive, however, because the nanites within me may also be called Latex Machines. I was Human up to one year ago, when Jason and I began applying Noah’s notes to present technologies. I accidentally infected myself with the nanite Latex Machines, and they transformed me into the being I always wanted to be yet never understood.”

The three walked up to her.

“Complete transformation?” Sandy asked, feeling her rubbery hair.

“Yes, is the simple answer,” Lia robotically answered. “In some ways I am more changed than improved. My brain is not some CPU, but it was latexified like the rest of my body. I have control over my physical form as well, within the limits of the latex I am. Not having any emotions any longer, I have no attachment to my form, so my lack of changes is a result of Jason and others that knew me as a Human.”

“What do you think went wrong fifty years ago, Lia?” Sandy asked.

“My hypothesis is that Latexica developed megalomania, and worked to create active mental connections with anyone changed by the Noah’s nanites. My experience with this this technology suggests it was not built to handle a hive mind, but a passive connection, not unlike me calling up the stairs, might be compatible.”

“What about the all those changed fifty years ago?” Sandy asked.

“I am not sure,” Lia stated. “I have not actively processed Noah’s research since my reinvention.” She turned her unblinking head to me. “Jason, you once mentioned the basement of Dr. Noah’s house had unusual patterns in the walls. Do you still have access to that house?”

“I … do still have the key. The family wanted to donate the house to the museum, but we couldn’t accept it. If I remember, they could not sell it because, as they learned just after I grabbed Noah’s boxes, the house was still legally owned by the defunct Landry Institute, which never had a legal successor …”

“I would like to see your ‘spooky’ wall, Jason,” Lia said dryly.

> Noah Collection Archives
>> Accession: A.2067.2.4
>>> February, 2016
>>>> Beta Test — Subject Twelve’s Report of Experimental Suit

The doorbell suddenly rang. I was in a daze, my nap just hitting its depth. Bleary eyed, I casually walked over to the front door, and pealed back the curtain over the door’s window. A brown delivery truck drove away before I could catch its name. They left a plan brown package on the stoop.

I opened the door, and brought in the packed confused. I hadn’t ordered anything that I remembered, but the address was indeed mine, albeit missing my name (Julie Tanner). The sender was listed as Wonder Rubber Accessories, inc. Though the common shipping company was clearly listed on the shipping label, I didn’t see a receipt or return slip on the outside of the innocuous box. Was it inside?

Googling the company yielded no results to my surprise. Though, a website wasn’t clearly listed. I called the shipping company, BUS, but they said my only option for a return was via Wonder Rubber, even though they “sympathized” that the item was apparently shipped to the wrong person. Indeed, I remember giving an incorrect address online a while back, and had no way of fixing it when I realized it, loosing fifty bucks! BUS did, however, admit that the box’s labling (lack thereof) was unusual, and claimed they would investigate further. Either way, I appeared stuck with the mysterious item.

After a quick lunch, I found myself staring at the box. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was blind curiosity. Maybe I wanted to find that return slip. Maybe it didn’t matter. I quickly cut open the box. The deep smell of fresh rubber hit my nose. I didn’t mind it, nor was it a surprise. A paper on top read:

Congratulations on your Wonder Rubber purchase! Our latex products are all natural, and made from our own special variety of rubber tree. Enclosed, please find your very special purchase, and our complimentary all natural lubricant!

I removed the lubricant. A subtle flowery, lavender scent came from the black bottle with a directions label. I then removed what appeared to be a complete, black latex outfit, designed to encase the female wearer completely from head to toes.

I placed the fetish-wear on the table next to the box, and picked up the sweet smelling bottle. While curiously reading the label, I could not deny how good it smelled!

Directions: “Apply oil liberally over entire body before you put on the clothing. Oil must be applied directly to skin.”

Almost uncontrollably, I opened the bottle, and let in its glorious scent. It was as if the oil was making love to my olfactory senses! It melted my mind. I poured some of the delicious juice onto my willing hand, and rubbed my hands together. It was warm and inviting and tingling. I poured more of the warm liquid into my palm, and rubbed it into my face. My senses exploded with passion, and when I automatically licked my juice covered lips, the pleasure was like an explosive flash.

I lost all conscious control, and my hands apparently moved on their own. In my numbed vision, I saw them rip my clothes away. They then slowly, passionately rubbed the hot, sexy liquid all over my body in a blur beyond pleasure. My skin absorbed it, as it made every part of me slick and shiny. I could barely keep any track of what was happening! When I was apparently done, the empty bottle was thrown aside.

My entire shining body felt alive with passion. After an erotic eternity, I found my heated skin somehow screaming to be embraced by the latex before it.

In what was at least partly of my own will, I took the suit in my hands, and rolled up the legs. I slowly, teasingly rolled on the rubber pant. Seeing and feeling the tight rubber on my wanting skin sent further waves of pleasure through my body. Rolling it up my legs and feet, I drooled how it impossibly conformed perfectly to my body, like it was reshaping itself. I soon stood, pulling the suit up and around my waist, my torso, my chest. So tight, so right! My hands and arms soon found themselves happily within the very tight rubber. I zipped up the back, tightening it further.

I looked down to see the extraneous rubber designed to go deep inside my ass and pussy. I lifted my leg onto the table, and forced them into their holes. The pleasure of it made me care little about how easily my fists fell into myself. I then sat, and pulled the hood over my head, and automatically shoved the extraneous rubber into my mouth, jaw almost dislocating to accommodate my fist.

I fell into complete, orgasmic ecstasy in the shiny blackness. My skin grew so hot it almost seared, but the feel of the latex somehow tightening further overwhelmed me with pleasure. The suit was encasing my very mind, and I let it. Holy fuck! I let it take me over! I somehow knew it was taking away my humanity, replacing it with some rubbery substitute, but the beyond orgasmic feel of it made me not care.

Fuck my humanity! I shall be more! I shall be all!

In a daze, I slowly opened my eyes. I felt utterly different. I’m not sure if I could explain how I felt, other than how I didn’t feel Human. I slowly stood, instantly noticing the feel of my tight yet somehow normal skin, and walked to my tall mirror open mouthed.

At first there was surprise. Though the image felt right, it was not the image I was used to seeing! The whole of my skin was now latex. My torso, chest, arms, and legs were now a shiny black, while my head, hands, and feet were a flesh tone. The one thing more remarkable was my mouth: distinct upper and lower fangs glistened. What they were for was as undeniable as my transformed hunger: blood …

I called my fiend Kasey over. She was the first tome come to mind. I was starving for sex and blood …

“You look different, Julie. Good, but different.”

“Thanks, I feel great …”

Julie was so horny and hungry that she was in no mood for serious pleasantries, barely keeping her virgin fangs retracted. She began to rub her friend’s bare inner thigh.

“What, what are you doing?” she breathed. “Your hand feels like rubber, Julie … Oh, wow …”

Julie’s naturally excreted oils from her hands invaded her friend’s pores, and made the woman putty in Julie’s rubber hand. They soon ripped their clothes away, and grinding their pussies wildly. Kasey certainly knew much of the extent of Julie’s rubbery nature now, but was too lost in the throws of rubbery ecstasy to care. She could not swallow enough of Julie’s latex spit! Julie provided, all but spewing her spit into her friend in a deep kiss.

At the point of wild orgasm, Julie lost all control, and plunged her long fangs into Kasey’s plump neck. She drank heartily until it began to taste of rubber. Satisfied, she let her friend finish her own latex transformation.

Julie was running on what felt like programing at that point, and certainly wasn’t programed to care. She dialed a number, which just came to her, on her cellphone.

“How has been your experience, Beta Model?” a woman Julie already knew as “Latexica” queried.

“Glorious and smooth, Latexica,” she said flatly. “I became vampiric once fused with the latex. I fucked and fed on my friend, and now she is becoming one of yours as well.”

“Fascinating! I will await that next Beta Model’s call …”

Journal of Jason Prestley
June 2, 2068 (evening)

The lighting in that basement was fixed, but the bright blue-white lighting only confirmed the melting yet humanoid appearance of the several forms. They looked as if they were melting within the cream color of whatever was the material of the wall.

Lia went up to the distorted “face” of one, and touched it with her fingertips. “I can sense that there were latex nanites here, but they are long dead. Even if we wanted to, we would not be able to bring these beings back to life.”

“Is it all of them?” I asked amazed.

“Probably, Jason,” Lia answered. “Based on all I read from Noah’s notes, it looks like establishing the active connection was too much for them. When they came here, probably on Noah’s insistence, they tried to pool themselves together to stop the degradation. It worked, but at the cost of their lives …”

There was nothing more we could do for them, so we went back to the museum’s attic.

“This technology never does as intended,” I said to the dispassionate Lia.

“That’s not true,” Dee stated.

We all looked over to her.

“I think Noah just didn’t know what his technology was capable of. That Latexica didn’t know her limits. Now, we use nanotech all the time; it’s just not his nanotech. We know the issues he had, and we practically overcame them over the course of fifty years. Just look and Lia! She’s been a stable and perfect Latex Machine over the past year, and no one’s caught on.”

“Thank you, Dee,” Lia flatly stated. Even though she could not feel gratitude, Lia thought the compliment was worth thanking. “What do you propose we do next?”

“Before I answer that, I really wanna know what drives you, Lia.”

Lia thought for a moment. “I always wanted to be the best of whatever I am. Now that means being the best latex android. I apply that by showing love without emotion, and not unlike before, I also apply that to making people interested in science and advancing medical science.”

The three looked at each other with a cautious air of excitement. “What would be the next logical step in advancing medical science, Lia?” Sandy asked with a big smile.

Lia flatly answered, “Further experiment with applying modern control schemes to Noah’s nanites. Unlike nanites today, they can function independently of a controller — some programing deeply embedded, but they still need a some kind of base command, even if it is a subject’s subconscious. To conduct this experiment, the host will need to know exactly what they want before the nanites are received for pre-programing, and not want to become a machine like me. I am thus the control.”

I went wide eyed, but was legitimately fascinated. I did promise that I would support Lia’s decisions on this matter. She was always the scientist, after all.

“Well, I think you have at least three willing subjects, Lia!” Penny exclaimed.

Lia looked over to me, and observed, “It is fascinating how this work seduces Humans, Jason. Over the course of the experiment with Dee, Sandy, and Penny, I will work to understand why that is.”

Lia walked over to the completely enthralled interns. “Each of you tell me exactly what you want. I must recommend to be realistic. Someone will notice if you are suddenly two feet taller. I must also warn you that there are side affects to Noah’s nanites that is a result of their base-code. First, because you will be retaining your emotions and humanity, your sex drives will be enhanced to an unknown degree. Second, the latexification of your skin and hair is inevitable. It may all look like Human skin and hair, but it will still feel like a soft rubber. So, you would do well to avoid barehanded handshakes.”

They discussed it amongst themselves for a while. There was no doubt they were going through with this, but were thinking it through. They decided on a slow transformation, over the span of a year, to avoid suspicion. They wanted to be taller, more statuesque, and have their intellect enhanced. Essentially, they wanted to make themselves eighteen early, or at least complete their natural physical development on their own terms. Being warned of enhanced libido, they also wanted control over and full awareness of their monthly cycles, essentially using the nanites as a form of birth control. Ironically, there was nanotech birth control already, but politics prevented it from being affordable to the middle class.

“I am glad you three want the same changes. That will streamline the preparations process. I should have the nanites ready by tonight, so you may stop by then at my personal lab at my home …”

Research Journal of Dr. Lia Summers
June 2, 2068

I took a sample of my creamy white “blood” with a needle, and split the substantial contents into two large trays. One was for the study of myself (the control), and the other was for the interns. I then swirled the goo with my fingertips, reprogramming the thousands of nano-machines within it by my own will.

“Looks like you do that so easily, Lia …” Jason observed.

“They respond to my will, Jason, as they have since my reinvention,” I said flatly.

There was a sudden knock at the door. It was the three remarkably excited girls. They scurried into the lab.

“Are you three sure about this?” I asked professionally.

They all nodded excitedly, and said in unison, “Can’t wait!”

“My present theory for why this research is so seductive,” I began dispassionately, “Is that most humans have the inherent desire to become something better than they already are, but only in the way they wish. Sandy, Penny, and Dana are in the midst of natural physical changes, and now have the chance to have significant say in the conclusion of them.” I presented my tray of my reprogramed blood to them. “Place your fingers in the tray. The latex-blood will split evenly amongst the three of you. Then consume.”

The three did so. The thick, milky goo moved on its own, evenly distributing itself amongst their fingers. It was partially absorbed into their skin, before they put their fingers into their mouths.

I observed Jason was predictably disappointed that their was no orgasmic display of transformation. Nothing visibly happened than them eating liquid latex from a machine, as per my programing.

“The machines will now work themselves into your natural biological processes to guide them over the next year,” I explained. “They will become an integral part of you. In time, you will learn a degree of control over those machines, but their instructions for physical changes are presently clear …”

June 3, 2068

I went on to study myself. Yes, I had a deeper understanding and control over my metabolic processes than any Human, but science required empirical data. Jason aided me whenever he could, having lost nearly all the irrational despair from before. I obtained a sample of my Human DNA from the shredded skin. We honestly were not sure what to do with it, so we hid and preserved it in my lab.

There was almost no comparison between my old DNA and what was there now. It was truly fascinating, considering I still see myself as “Lia.” Basically, I no longer had DNA in the organic sense. Specialized nano-machines filled that void, holding all the synonymous instructions with it nearly impossible for an error to occur. The rare error was dealt with almost instantly. There was a significant variety of machine specializations, including physical repair, but they all could function in any way I wanted. The liquid that functioned as my blood carried those commands. A clear conclusion was that I was now likely ageless.

A full body scan revealed the almost inorganic nature of my physical form. “Almost,” in that the latex generated was more akin to natural latex-rubber. My black bones were a rubber so hard it was possibly stronger and lighter than most advanced forms of steel. My circulatory system, which barely had detectable pressure variances, had a near constant flow throughout my robotic body. My eyes were more akin to the most advanced cameras, but rarely had an excuse to visualize beyond the “visible” spectrum. At the same time, my senses were largely akin to other Humans, as I again had no logical reason make them superior.

My brain was perhaps the most interesting and perplexing. It was structurally like a Human brain, but it lacked an organic nature. My synapses resembled highly advanced fiber-optics, while the memory centers were more akin to solid-state memory cores in computers. I no longer truly had long or short-term memory, in the Human sense. Instead, everything was transcribed almost instantly, and was instantly retrievable. Beyond my now perfectly preserved memories while Human, the system was, more or less, akin to photographic memory in Humans, but theoretically superior. There was also a region unlike any part of a Human’s, and I identified that as the nano-machines’ control center, which had highly intricate connections with my circulatory system. I could micromanage, if I wished, but I might become akin to a vegetable outwardly dictating the thousands of processes. With my brain functioning both like a Human and computer, my Human-based, robotized brain alone could advance computing for decades.

July 7, 2068

I have devised an objectively radical study to be conducted by myself and Jason, should he agree. I would like to further study the transformative abilities of the nano-machines in question. It is clear that that they may transform a Human into machine or a Human into a user defined, altered form. Can they transform a Human or myself into another humanoid form?

Intimate knowledge of the machines up to this point suggested such a transformation to be possible. The next inevitable research question would be to learn how well they may reverse the transformation. No records or observations up to this point discussed the possibility of reversal. Indeed, either their was a mind controlling factor or genuine want to change.

The bullet points are as follows:

•The goal is to transform our bodies into latex-skinned, humanoid dragons.

•There should be no need to make any alterations to our brains.

•Observe and record transformation from changes, completion, and to reversal.

•Observations include but not limited to physical sensations, mental processes, etc.

July 8, 2068

Jason agreed to the experiment, while stressing there be no changes to his mental processes. The data retrieved was extensive. While I will further process for a full report, I will detail the fresh experience here.

“So, you’re sure this won’t alter my mind, right?”

“Jason, I keep telling you, I programed the machines for only a physical transformation,” I assured seriously. “That is the core of the study.”

“Predicted side-effects?” he asked somewhat awkwardly.

I thought for a moment, processing all the data I knew up to this point. “If the machines handle the programing I inputed, Jason, there should be no lingering physical effects, and there will be no chance of lingering mental effects, other than the effects psychologically. There is obviously no way to predict the psychological effects, because the machines are not programed to alter your mind. The exception here, which can be changed, is that the machines will automatically ensure the transformation to be a pleasurable experience.”

“Well, I certainly would prefer it to feel good …” he said, thinking out loud. “Fuck it, let’s do this, Lia.”

I presented the small tray of my nano-machine saturated blood. He placed his fingers into the living liquid, and it forced its way through his pores — having him consume what didn’t.

I then initiated the transformation sequence within myself. My body changed faster and more smoothly than Jason’s, due to my already extant ability to alter my physical form.

While I removed my clothes, which would not fit properly soon, my skin color shifted to a blue-green, and began to shimmer, glossy being a more accurate description of my skin’s more “natural” state. Distinct scales began to form, while they did not fully detract from the overall shimmering smoothness. My ears then shifted upward, becoming more rounded and pointed, as my jawline shifted forward into a distinct snout. My teeth became more canine, with distinct upper and lower fangs forming. My pupils shifted into distinct slits, not unlike my nostrils. Much of my dark hair shifted into a kind of mohawk, as the rest morphed into two dark horns on either side of my forehead.

I went to my hands and knees, feeling bodily changes all over. My nails slightly elongated into small black claws, and my feet slightly elongated, before forming their own short black claws. My overall body became more muscular, voluptuous, with my boobs radically ballooning from a C to an EE. A thick tail, nearly as full as my hips now, began to protrude from the base of my spine, an expansion of my spine. It grew to nearly the full length of my now enlarged body, which would now stand at five feet and eleven inches. I quickly taught myself how to move it on my own will. I finally let loose my now long, snakelike tongue, learning to move it like my tail.

Jason, who already removed his clothes, was transforming at the same time, and I was just barely able to observe his changes next to my own. He lay back onto the exam chair, breathing deeply in distinct pleasure. His Human body would otherwise be in searing pain from the physical morphing. The skin began to shift to a greenish-gray, and slowly developed a rubbery shimmer like mine. Scales soon became apparent, but were interestingly less distinct than mine.

As his jawline shifted into a distinct snout, near orgasmic coos of pleasure escaped him, revealing the sharpening teeth and fangs. His ears points and shifted upward. Much of his hair morphed into horns on either side of his forehead, and the rest morphed into further horns down the back of his neck. His eyes periodically rolled into the back of his head, and eventually rolled back with distinct slits for pupils.

He was suddenly blowing thick streams of cum, before his balls and penis receded. Soon, his crotch became a distinct vagina, as his coos became a distinctly husky feminine. The newly formed vagina visibly twitched and dripped.

Now no longer truly a “he,” the rest of Jason’s body began to follow suit. “Her” figure began to shift into a distinct hourglass, as everything about Jason became blatantly a muscular, voluptuous female. Her hands with now distinctly pointy claws groped her  quickly ballooning chest, which grew to a size just below mine. Her clawed toes curled on top of her elongated feet. Her elongated tongue slithered wildly at the almost constant orgasmic pleasure masking the extreme changes.

Her thick tail finally began to protrude, forcing her off the chair to her knees. She slowly began to move it on her own will.

Now both fully transformed, I slowly stood in my transformed body, naturally standing on the balls of my somewhat elongated feet. The posture pushed me past six feet in hight.

Wide eyed and out of breath, Jason slowly stood, too. To our equal surprise, we both gained significant hight, but I grew much more.

“Ho–lee, sshit …” Jason barely said, looking at and feeling her changed body. At least partly on instinct, her tail groped her body perhaps more than her hands.

I put my clawed finger to her mouth, and licked her new face. Wrapping our tails around each other, groping, we slithered our tongues together. Snouts open wide, we pressed our mouths together in a kiss as Human as it was animal. I actively mapped out her altered mouth with my tongue.

We went to our knees, massive, rubbery breasts touching. I moved my snakelike tail to her humid, technically virgin crotch. I shoved myself in her almost without warning. She cooed wildly, eyes rolling into the back of her head. I played with her firm boobs to increase her distinct pleasure. Her tongue slithered wildly.

I then grabbed her flicking tail, and guided it to my auto-lubed crotch. Getting the idea through her intense pleasure — never having been penetrated before, she shoved her tail into me. I easily simulated my own pleasure in time with her experimental thrusts. Fascinatingly, her genuine pleasure saved her from inexperience with her tail, twitching and flicking it inside me. It was objectively so good that I replicated the motions with my own tail, increasing her pleasure many times.

Jason finally came hard and loud, pussy juices squirting past my tail, in so deep. I accordingly emulated an equally as powerful orgasm, massaging her tail with my pussy muscles.

Jason transformed back into his Human form soon after, as planned. I changed back to mine, too, of course. It all worked surprisingly well, The only lingering affect on Jason’s end was wanting to do that again. He loved the female dragon form, the female aspect of which a surprise, but was open to other possibilities.

So, we discussed how to further study nano-machine induced transformation. We agreed to leave a colony of otherwise dormant nano-machines within him that I could activate whenever we would conduct further transformation studies. The possibilities were only limited by the original parameters.

Observations of Sandy Sanchez
June 3, 2068

Lia wanted one or all three of us to make detailed observations of our controlled transformation into an adulthood of our making. I stepped up to be the scribe for us. Lia agreeing, we did not think it was necessary to make daily entries, due to changes happening over a span of over a year. Instead, I will summarize any minor changes, and go into further detail if significant. We do have our own lives!

Just after we ingested that goop, we made observations (with pics) related to what is supposed to change. I stand at five feet and four inches; Dana at five feet and six inches; and Penny at just over five feet and six inches. Our bodies were far from an Amazon warrior, but were slim and eye catching. Our last report cards were decent but not honors. We averaged about a 2.67 in the old 4.0 GPA system they phased out a couple years ago, with myself probably closer to 3.0 than the others. Finally, with chuckles, we all admitted to masturbating about once a week. We were not sexually active with a partner right now, and I was the only one that went all the way with my ex a few months ago. That was a misadventure I don’t really regret.

The three of us also noticed a distinct tiredness not long after ingesting the nano-machines. Still, it was late by then, and did not think much of it.

July 1, 2068

Now we’re talking! There were subtle but observable changes over the past month, likely all attributable to the nano-machines. At the least, it would be quite the coincidence. Dee turned sixteen yesterday, but even “normal” puberty doesn’t care that much about that number.

Observing our naked bodies, we all grew a touch more than half an inch. We looked like we were becoming gym-rats, even though none of us did much more than the usual summer things like beach and mall-going. Even our boobs looks fuller and healthier.

On that note, we really did feel good! We looked and felt healthier, while we felt healthy at the start. That enhanced feeling was a clear part of an already growing libido. We all admitted to masturbating at least three times a week now! I just got a large dildo! Hell, as what was likely already gathered, we were very comfortable around each other now.

We did not completely strip a month ago to make physical observations. It was kind of a natural thing. Dee suggested we just take it all off when snapping pics, while we were all considering it. We groped each other with more arousal than I think any of us admitted. Our skin already started to feel different. It was subtly rubbery now, yet reacted to our curious touch with quiet twitches and goosebumps. Our silken hair didn’t feel any different yet, but we were sure it stopped growing.

So, anyway, we still could handle our enhancing libidos. The three of us agreed not to have sex with anyone for as long as we could. Sex seemed like an easy way for another to discover we were part of some crazy, unlicensed experiment! Still, we weren’t sure how well masturbation would satisfy us in the long run.

Sept. 10, 2068

So, a lot has happened to us physically and mentally over the summer, and it really was no surprise. I will do my best to summarize, even if it may be “one-handed” at times.

By August, we found ourselves masturbating at least once a day. Sandy is twice a day now, but we are still holding our own against this growing libido. We all grew at least and inch and a half over the summer, as our bodies became quite fit and trim. If not in appearance, our skin felt like a bizarre cross between the softest skin and the smoothest rubber. Even our shimmering hair, which we probably could will to grow eventually, had a subtle rubbery texture. We simply didn’t grow body hair. So sexily smooth!

People noticed, but there was no real suspicion. We did say were were working out more, eating healthier. Plus, its not like women don’t blossom by their late teens. We were all past our seventeenth birthday now, but the three of us looked closer to eighteen.

Mentally, we were finding school to be easier than last year. We were already on track to become “A” students. Teachers and parents noticed, but in a good way. The experiment not being done, we almost couldn’t wait to see just how easy learning will become for us!

Again, the sticking point for us was that damn growing libido. None of us thought we could hold out much longer with out some kind of dick or fist or foot inside us, so we agreed that we would fuck each other when out libido grows beyond what masturbation satisfied. We were definitely attracted to each other now. Indeed, I often thought about them while masturbating.

Jan. 2, 2069

“2069” is such an appropriate number for the three of us now, laying naked before the fire. We might as well have been fully grown, full bodied supermodels now, and we weren’t even done transforming yet!

I was now five feet and eight inches; Dana five feet and nine inches; and Penny a touch taller than Dana. We loved the feel of our rubbery hair and skin, on top of our near-Amazonian physiques.

Our minds were so much faster now. Everything at school was an easy “A.” That growing genius made it all easier to hide from others. We didn’t really need others.

As may have been gathered, we had made love with each other. A little over a month ago, we could tell masturbation would not be enough for us for much longer. So, we agreed to give in to our growing lusts the moment we hit 2069.

Parents away on a vacation, Dana offered her house  for a New Year’s party. We all wanted to tease each other, to drive each other wild, so Penny suggested we make it a beach part, literally turn up the heat. We need to by some new bikinis, but that was all part of the tease.

Flip-flops in hand and beach clothes cocooned under the winter jackets, Dana let us into her house. Dana must have turned the heat past eighty degrees F, as she decorated with corny paper palm trees and dildos!

Dana looked so fucking hot in her one-size-too-small bikini. Her rubbery skin and free-flowing brown hair shimmered gloriously. That was Dana’s thought process apparently, to not hide our already glorious bodies.

Like any good host, Dana removed our winter clothes. We ogled each other as we always wanted to do now.

“Fuck, your dark skin looks more rubbery than ever, Dee!” I observed, before slipping on my flip-slops.

“Thank you, Sandy!” Dana exclaimed. She looked us both over, and slowly licked her full lips. “I rubbed my pussy three times today, and you both right now makes me feel like I haven’t serviced myself in a month!”

“Thanks!” Penny exclaimed, looking hornier than all of us. “Three times, Dee? Seriously, I broke my record today! Six times in and out of the shower today.”

“Come on, guys!” Dana offered. “I got a cozy fire and snacks in the other room.”

The tablet showed the festivities at Times Square, but we were soon only enthralled by ourselves. After a while, we just didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. I sat happily sandwiched between Dana and Penny. Our less than casual gropes and loving stares told novels. Yes, this was the moment we realized we were in love with each other. No one else could satisfy us mentally or physically now, save for Lia.

We all lovingly, passionately kissed almost the moment that ball finally dropped. We went down on each other in all sorts of ways, lustful and loving. 69‘s pussy eating chains, dildos and feet and hands in every possible, stretchable orifice. The very taste of our rubber flesh, spiced by our sweat and pussy juices, drove us on for hours. We would tongue bathe each other from head to mouth watering toes. The loving passion of our orgasms were as loud as true.

Laying naked before the fire, mesmerized by our glossy, moist bodies, we were pleased with how far we came, and more expectant than ever on how far we will go.

June 5, 2069

A final summary is in order. We completed our transformation into rubbery, horny Amazon women. Our love is deep, as we have no secrets between us.

We are true geniuses now, perhaps some of the smartest in the world. We all plan to go into biomedical science at college soon enough.

Our bodies are truly glorious. We looked like we were about twenty, and practically were. I was now five feet and eleven inches; Penny now a towering six feet and one inch; Dana was six feet even and yet the most imposing. My figure was the most athletic of the three. Penny’s figure was certainly athletic, but was a rather voluptuous hourglass with her full ass and large breasts. Dana’s imposing figure was the most athletic, and more resembled that banana shape of many supermodels. Indeed, Dana resembled Gal Gadot from fifty years ago.

What truly excites us now is that we can feel the growing control over our bodies. Control over our monthly cycles is largely irrelevant, though,  because all we want is each other. Our rubbery possibilities will soon be limitless!

Research Journal of Dr. Lia Summers
August 29, 2069

Jason and I are ready to go public with all our research tomorrow. Legally we will likely be OK, in spite of the unlicensed nature of our research. Full consent was given by all involved. And, we all discussed the ramifications of the work. The key is that we already did the research. The likelihood of some cliched, forced examinations is unlikely at best. Now with the proper understanding, the world deserves to be augmented with Dr. Noah’s technology.

The world was not to be conquered by Latex Machines, but the world shall have them nonetheless. A vac-bed to reinvigorate the body perhaps; a total reversal of physical age perhaps. The copyrights are written; the patent is pending. This world shall never be the same …