Helen's Betrayal

"Good morning." Boudica husked lovingly into Helen's ear once the girl stirred from her slumber.

"Mrm." Helen husked back. She'd been sharing a heart shaped bed with this woman for over a month, and she'd never gotten this kind of affection from her.

"Thought you might want to start to the day with a little early morning snuggle." Boudica giggled, and bit Helen's ear.

"Ow! You're supposed to do that gently." Helen pushed the redhead off of her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh you all just gave me such a big quota to catch up on today, I figured I could use a little help. Besides." She gestured to the hearts covering every inch of this room. "This is the baby making room."

Helen sighed, and got out of bed. "It's weird enough that I'm going to lay an egg, it's even weirder that you want it to be yours!" She ran off to the saftey of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She was in a bit of a pickle huh? She was the school slut, so she needed to be sleeping around. But she wasn't like... crazy excited to lay a fucking egg for these freaks. She supposed losing would be worse, but still...

As the began her morning toilette she noticed a strange rustling under her night gown, around her pubis. In the mirror she lifted up the hem of her dress, and saw a thick patch of blonde public hair marring her perfect body. "Ah fuck!" She cried lowering her dress, and shooting a distressed look towards the bathroom door. "She's contagious!"

Of all the humiliations this place put her through, body hair!

Can you imagine?

Her!

You might as well grow forests on the moon. How vulgar, how wrong.

Possessed by a sense of fatalism not well known to her, Helen decided to get the challenge out of the way day one. It somehow seemed easier than, the whole egg laying situation. If nothing else it at least brooched the realm of human potential.

And how big was the egg going to be?

Never mind.

Wretched betrayal today, egg laying tomorrow.

Though as Helen was shuttled to her target's destination she found herself at a loss for how she was going to do it. How do you ruin your relationship with the man who's entire universe you've destroyed?

As the shuttle pressed on the snowy landscape began to blur, and so did the line between the shuttle and the landscape. This continued until Helen found herself standing in the midst of a great hallway. It seemed to span in either direction forever. It's lenght was lit by braziers, decorated with blue and gold collums, and the center of it was a reflecting pull that stretched on for about a hundred feet before stopping, and continuing about ten feet further for another hundred feet.

This was no place on earth, Helen couldn't tell if this was supposed to be Troy or Sparta... perhaps it was Olympus. Perhaps her great betrayal was to be Aphrodite, her mistress and slaver.

It was a great beauty who appeared before Helen, almost divine, but not quite. Perhaps... a quarter divine. It was none of than Hermione, Helen's own daughter.

"I didn't expect it to be you." She said honestly. She shifted through her emotions, trying to find meaning in this being her task. What was there to ruin here? Helen had left Hermione for ten years to become the sex **** of Paris, she'd abandoned her daughter, what was left to ruin? That would have been enough for most children.

"What's more important than the bond between a mother and her child?" Hermione asked, circling Helen verbally.

The perfect woman broke out into a sweat. Oh great, body hair and sweating! She was falling apart at the seams.

It was a nervous sweat. Her mind was not agile enough to do battle with her own daughter at this point. "That kind of insults the bond other parents have don't you think? Comparing ours to theirs, and stuff?"

"I don't at all, no."

"I don't understand."

"You were stolen from us mother, why can you not forgive yourself for it?" Hermione was suddenly not circling at all. Her voice carried the strength of a though long labored over.

"Ten years! You can't forgive losing ten years of your child's life.”

"Well I have." Hermione crossed her arms, every bit the mountain Olympias represented. "I forgive you. I forgave you. I will forgive you. When I was a child, you loooooved me, mother. You loved me, and I felt that love. You taught me everything I knew, you showed me art, and poetry, and... life! And when you were taken from us, I loooooved you. I longed for you, I spent everyday praying for your return, your release, and I loved you through it all. And then when you returned..."

"Please Hermione... don't say any more."

"Ah, see. You abandon your claim as my mother only when it suits you… We were elated to have you home, I refused to marry until you returned, and when you got back, where was the love? I tried to connect to you, to love you, to celebrate you but you refused. You walked around the palace as a ghost, and whenever I looked into your eyes. I saw hatred."

Helen reached for her daughter's hands. "Hate?"

"I Know, not for me." Herminone gave a sad smile. "You hated yourself. I know. Whenever you saw me, you saw, everything that was taken from us, and you blamed yourself."

Helen sniffled. Was it true? She knew it was. Her daughter was smarter to her, and she should defer to the experts. It'd been easier to tell herself that the love was gone long before she returned. To blame herself. To say that the love she'd let wither on the vine had always been dead, when she in fact could have watered it. Alas the fire of war had dried everything up. How can you hold your own child when you saw your husband's men throw the children of Troy from the walls? Had she fought in the war? No. But she'd seen it all. The beautiful witness to the end of the world. "How could my brute of a husband have raised such a wise girl?"

"It wasn't him who did it." Hermonie smiled, and cupped her mother's face. "Now please. Father brought your body home, after all these years, after all these centuries, please let me bring your mind home too. If not that.. then just your heart? Please mother, please?"

It struck Helen that Skylar could just be a demon, and that everything that was happening to them was just more **** in hell. Her daughter expressing all of this right before her betrayal seemed all too convenient. She couldn't have imagined a better ****, and it's then that she realized this was all very real. Hermione really was her most precious of people. She gasped, the realization suddenly hitting her. "Hermione... you're my wish!”

"What?"

"My wish is to be loved by someone without magic, and without my beauty." She half sobbed. "That's you."

"Of course it is, I love you Mother."

How cruel.

How cosmically cruel.

Everything she desired, she had in life. All these tortures were her punishment for being blind. What a wretched life.

Helen took a deep breath, it felt like she was breathing in shards of glass. "You are so sweet, and so kind of say everything you have about me today... but none of it's true."

"Mother?"

"I resented your birth, and I resented you. Carrying you around nearly ruined my perfect figure. Paris never kidnapped me, Aphrodite never put a spell on me. I was eager to leave wretched Sparta, you, your oaf of a father, all to be with my young lover, ooooooooh and how we fucked Hermione."

"Why are you lying?" Hermione gasped, and tried to get out of Helen's grasp.

"No lies here, it's all true."

"But all the fighting... all the dead."

"I know, it made it all so impossible to enjoy myself in relax when everyone in troy was whining about their dead sons. Even Paris got wrapped up in all the drama, and all he was good for was his dick, the least he could do was use it on me. Of course when the war was over, I lied. I said he enchanted me, I cried, I ran back into your father's arms, but I was never really happy you know?"

Hermione was crying. "Why are you being so cruel?"

"Because I hate you, that's what you saw in my eyes. Hate hate hate, me a mother, can you imagine? Perfect me allowing my beauty, and position to be reduced to a mother, to a breeder, it was demeaning, and I blamed you."

Hermione growled. "You're sick!"

"Sick of people calling you my daughter, we're really nothing alike." Helen's brand began to shine. "I am a treasure, a prize, my beauty is divine, I'm the daughter of zeus. You are mortal, plain, and unloveable."

"Aaaah, that hurts let me go!"

"I give you Hermione of Argos, of Sparta, the curse of cuckoldry! Just as I was desired above all women, you my failure of a daughter will be desired beneath all women. A man may desire you, may love you, but never more than the other women around him. You will be a cheap easy lay, an obediant wife who know she has no chance of keeping her man faithful."

And with that the brand died down, and Helen released her weeping daughter.

"I'm sorry Hermione." She said quietly. "But never underestimate the envy a mother feels towards her daughter."

"Errr." Helen growled, filing one of her nails down to a smooth flat end. When she'd got back from her daughter they'd been claws, her toenails too. It was so not cute, and took some grooming to get back to an acceptable length.

"We should have done more to her." Said The Helen to her left. "I feel like this is just a repeat of what we did in our first challenge."

"We told her all those awful lies, and threw all the kindness she'd shown us, right back into her face. I say we did enough." Said the Helen on her right.

Helen ignored both, and and admired her newly trimmed and corrected nails. "Perfect."

"You better not sleep with anyone else today slut, I want master to get us pregnant." Said Helen on the left.

"Yes." Agreed Helen on the right. "To feel our body swell with our master's gift would be incredible."

"Helen Dear." Olympias poked her head into the room, making Helen jump. "It's time."

Helen looked around, finding herself alone in the room, except for her friend. "Thanks."

Olympias smiled sadly. "Did you do the challenge?"

"I did."

Olympias sighed. "Then you're stronger than me. I don't know how I'm going to do it. I gave everything for Alexander... I just don't know."

Helen sniffed. "Take it from me... lying doesn't make it any easier."

Helen was panting. We would say panting like a dog, but seeing that her face was stretched out into a canine's muzzle, covered in blonde fur, and tipped with a wet dog's nose, that all went without saying. Her long flat tongue hung out of her mouth, sharp canine teeth filled her mouth, and she took deep needy breaths as Lucifer rubbed his cock against her doggy face.

He'd been making her tell him what she'd done to Hermione earlier. Her betrayl and ruination of her own daughter, who'd been so kind. It of course got him hard. He was sitting on his couch, with her on her knees. He had her by the hair was was rubbing her face against his crotch as she tearfully recounted the story. As she cried, and confessed, he got harder, and as he got harder she got hornier.

The hornier she got the more acute her smell became, and his randy scent filled her nose, her mind. This scent drove her into heat, she reconized it immedialty. The burning, **** need to not only be fucked, but to be bred, and bred by the man who's scent was was now inhaling.

The blonde fur was slowing crawling down her neck, her fingers rubbed and played at her pussy lips which had already been subsumed to the blonde blight.

"You did all that for me?" Satan grinned, Helen had always been one of his favorites to ****.

"Yes master!" She pressed her nose against his cock and inhaled with her eyes close. "I can I have it now?"

"You cursed your own daughter to being an undesireable cuck, just to prove your loyalty to me?"

"Yes, yes master. Want cock, want cock, Helen want cock!"

"You get even dumber when you're horny don't you?"

"Yes I'm stupid horny bitch, fuck me master, please?"

"Come on, you're not brain dead this week, you don't need me feeding you lines."

"Mmm." Helen rubbed her newly hairy pussy, there was no use acting brave or defiant. Her pussy had defeated her this week. Whatever these animalistic changes were, they were of a different degree than the other changes. This is who she was now, dire as that was to consider. "I need your c-cock master! My stupid bitch belly needs you gushing inside of it. I sacrificed my daughter for this! Give me a better child, knock me up.”

“Oh that’s just cruel.” Said Helen on the right.

“You’re doing great, keep debasing yourself, you know that’s what he likes more than anything else.” Said Helen on the left.

Out of curiosity she looked to her side and saw that her doppelgängers had anthropomorphic dog heads as well, big blue eyes, deviantart eat you heart out. “You win master, I’m too stupid, too horny to fight you. Make me your pet.”

Both Helen on the left, and Helen on the right, didn’t wait for permission. Each leaned forward and started lapping at his balls with their long wet tongues.

“Good girl.” He chuckled, and pulled her hair. “That’s what I wanted to hear, get my dick wet.”

At the command Helen opened her mouth, and swallowed his dick. Her other halves licked at her snout and nose as they lapped away at his balls. The length was much easier to conquer, now that her moth had more room in it.

It was strange, she could taste his balls, feel them on her tongue.

“What have we here?” Lucifer said an amused smile flitting across his face. He looked down at his ****, and saw she had not one but three heads lapping at his sex. “Ooooh, very nice Skylar.” He pushed the hungry heads away from his dick and laid Helen out on her back. There waiting for him we’re three perfect pairs of breasts, soft blonde fur surrounding them like a forest around mountain tops. Her cooze oozed with doggy desire, the three heads panted, drooled, longed for their master’s affection.

“Good dog.”

Cream pie +5

Above and Beyond +5

Helen: 69vp (+10)