Hive-King of the Zithroid All-Hive.

I have no idea where I am. I'm floating in a featureless black void that feels vaguely like jelly, but can be breathed like air. I can see nothing, hear nothing, and can't seem to move, either. I remember that I was having sex with my young wife, and then suddenly I was here. I suspect that I have died, as I had a heart condition, under control so the doctors told me, enough so that they could proscribe Viagra, but I think that they didn't quite see the whole picture just there, or else I would not be HERE.

After an interval which could be anything from five minutes to five years two other presences emerged from the darkness and shadows of this strange non-place and with whip like chains over sixty million miles long rapidly drag me from where I floated over such an unfathomable distance into a room, not much different from a cell in a mideaval jail, but as though it were scrubbed painfully clean and repurposed as a medical operating theater.

The darker haired of the two figures, and also the less deranged looking, unless you consider her icy cold stare like she's studying an insect a sign of derangement, pulls back her hood and begins to speak.

"Do not avert your gaze, dear mortal. We have seen your dark desires, your horrible Fantasies and have Judged them worthy. You need but say a word, and you will be transformed into our champion, becoming a monstrosity without peer, greater and more terrible than any in this age. You will bring the shameful Light to heel, slaughtering their armies, pillaging their city's, **** their women and defiling their saints! All this and more will be given." She finishes, leaving me confused.

"What?!?" I query, quite incautiously, as it turns out.

"Ayo, got 'im!" The other of the two figures says, letting her robes fall to the floor, revealing alabaster skin, flowing pearly ashen locks and eyes that blaze with a hellish yellow glow, like the flames of a roaring bonfire: all clad in a skimpy dress of bright yellow cloth.

The first one takes up the conversation again, her ebony locks shining wetly in the light cast by the chamber's many hanging oil lamps. "Please ignore my sister, over a thousand years of constant masturbation have addled her mind."

"Kek, you fell for Mel's lies, Anon!" The pale haired sister says.

"Do not address me by that sobriquet!" The darker of the two says vehemently, "And I have spoken no lies!"

"Yes you have," the fire-eyed sister begins to counter, "that whole 'become a monstrosity without peer' bit doesn't happen when we give Anon the god-juice, but rather after he spends a few years grinding like a chink," the flaxen haired one rejoins.

'Mel' actually looks somewhat abashed at this, and huffs. "I had but a few moments to deliver our offer, some details were inevitably to be lost," She explains.

"Liar, liar; pants on fire!" Her sister quips back in that sing-song tone I remember so vividly from the grade school playgrounds.

"You, are, insufferable!" The more mature of the two says, clenching her fist so hard that the veins stand out on the back and blood drips from her palm where her sharp nails dig into her flesh. "Deep breaths, Melanoche, Deep Breaths. Let me illustrate the situation to you, our champion: the world of Ruyanei has ever been a place of conflict between the light and the dark-" Her sister cuts her off.

"JRPG fantasy world where the monsters were about to win, then the glowing cocksuckers of Light cheated and made all the heroes OP. The demon king is dead, and the monsters have been beaten back. So now we're going to cheat too."

"You neglected to mention that they somehow got the knowledge necessary to advance to an early industrial/late renaissance level of technological sophistication in only a double handful of years, but otherwise an accurate summary," Melanoche agrees, surprisingly not annoyed with her sister this time. "It is as my sister has said: They cheated, and now, we retaliate in kind. A contest for the new Demon King's crown is already underway. Meanwhile, we have bolstered the reproductive rates of this generation of monsters, spawned as many dungeons across the human lands as we could, and then there's our trump card, You," She continues.

"You see, the powers bestowed by our side, the dark, grow quite quickly at first, but rapidly plateau as well, whereas the powers of the light are much slower to gain ground, but have an end point that is nearly infinite in total strength. This is why the Demon Kings, powerful as they are, keep being defeated by the heroes. However, the chief advantage of our side matches a quote from the Dictator Joseph Stalin in your world, 'Quantity has a quality all its own.' Since it takes time for heroes to grow in power thousands of them per-year are killed or subjugated by the monsters: however, only one of them at maximum level is capable of killing millions of monsters. Our plan with you is to make you the best of both worlds: Your human soul responds to the power of Light, which should allow you to have a few class... Oh-My-ME: You can have six classes total in your soul matrix?! That's almost unprecedented: those with this level of flexibility typically end up becoming Gods or Goddesses like us..." Melanoche says in reverential awe. "Heh-heh-heh," She Chuckles cruelly, "When we unleash YOU, muwahaha!"

"And my sister accuses me of being a serial masterbater..." The pale haired sister quips. "Don't get me wrong, I am, but she's just as bad: only its mental not physical. Anyway, in order to not overwhelm the light-powers of your human soul, you'll start-out as a middling power monster. With access to both diverse class powers and a soul that allows theoretically unlimited growth for your monstrous abilities, though, you will be able to become a boss monster beyond equal: heck, with a six class soul, you might be able to become a dark-god." She explains further.

"Now we could just put you into a normal monster, rip out its soul, replace with yours, etc: but since you are such a special snowflake of a soul, we're going to give you a body to match." The one dressed in yellow says. "There are four types of monster core that are compatible with your soul, Degusting, Arcane, Powerful, and Seedbed. Before you start creaming yourself at the giant numbers I'm about to be laying down, I'm going to give you your daily dose of disapointment and warn you that all the percentage modifiers stack additively, not multiplicatively. Now, Disgusting cores are ones that make you loathsome in the ****, hideous to look at or think about, so if you **** a person they develop PTSD, and cant bring themselves to face you ever again. Eventually this would grow into an aura of fear."

I decide I'm already damned at this point and might as well make the most of it: "Forget that one then, there any cores that will give me the power to sire an army of minions?" I ask.

"Oh, sure is, the Seedbed core is perfect for that, Anon," the paler of the two sisters replies. "I'm Carnachias, by the way, don't bother trying to tell me your name for now, because I'm not going to remember or care until you've defeated at least one of the Major Heroines that have been such a thorn in our side these past few decades," the Yellow Frocked sister, who is apparently named Carnachias, says.

"Now sure, I can make you a Seedbed," she goes on, "demons employ these because they multiply extremely quickly, making them perfect for holding recently captured territory. Expect to have a ton of kids, because the special power of a seedbed core is that they can impregnate nearly anyone, even women that have had miscarriage after miscarriage or similar fertility problems, and their cum is so brimming with life energy that the pregnancy lasts only a single week and doesn't even leave any scars. Now normally seedbeds are sessile as adults, which you will be reincarnated already having matured to an adult state, but for you we'll make some modifications so that you can roll up into a massive worm with all your tentacles inside and crawl to new areas." Carnachias finishes elaborating.

"That'll do." I reply.

"Good Choice, Time to insert the core." She says pulling out a razor sharp pink crystal eight inches long and shaped vaguely like a very thin vibrator but with a tip like a thickened needle from some glowing pocket that just appeared hanging in thin air.

"Insert that where?!?" I ask in horror.

Carnachias waves her hand, and an ache I didn't realize had formed between my shoulders vanishes. "I've disabled your sense of pain, you pussy. Now there's going to be a lot of blood, so don't be a faggot and keep your eyes open, got it?"

Before I can raise any objections she stabs the crystal right into my heart. Blood gushes everywhere and I wince but manage to keep my eyes open.

"Perfect insertion, right between the ribs!" Carnachias crows. "Now quick, before it begins to merge, what size do you want to start as? Your choice for your starting body is important, much like who you have your first-time with. Small gives a nice boost to all EXP, Medium is a lesser boost to Class EXP but also an extra class, Large comes with an extra monster power and a similar boost to monster experience, and huge gives you the ability to do two things simultaneously which is a huge combat advantage." She giggles at her own pun. "I crack myself up."

"Yes sis, ha ha." Melanoche utters wryly, clearly not finding it nearly as funny but still mildly amused.

"Small, I'm going to need all the EXP boosters I can get I think." I reply and they look at me strangely.

"You may be hard-pressed to secure experience to advance at first if you take this option..." Melanoche mentions, expressing concern, though not for my sake I'm sure.

"Remember sis, these things have to be Anon's choice or this whole scheme wont work at all." Carnachias replies, and I feel the crystal begin to shrink, drawing my body with it.

"Good choice. You'll be roughly the size of a human baby or young child somewhere between the size of a large chihuahua and the smallest human adults, including those with glandular problems. This'll put you roughly on-par with a goblin. Besides, as you develop your monster abilities you'll probably grow bigger anyway" Carnachias explains.

"Now, lets chose your monster race: normally you can only chose those compatible with your monster core type, but this core is specially made just for you, so you can chose whatever and it will make it work." She says.

"What do you have that would give me the mobility of a stallion?" I ask.

"One Theronic type, coming up," she says. "Now starting at small size has given you +200% to both monster and class EXP while Theronic Type monsters give you +200% boost to physical attack and defense, and a +50% boost to magical defense. Furthermore it also boosts your virility slightly making you able to impregnate even notoriously hard to conceive with races like elves. Your children will have a strong pack/herd/flock/etcetera, instinct, and obey your every command as the leader of that pack/herd/flock, as well. Theronic monsters are typically either mutated animals like unicorns or some type of furry like Minotaurs, I've got no idea which side of the spectrum you're going to fall on, so, good luck." Carnachias explains.

"and with the Secondary stuff out of the way, we now get to the main event, your genitalia. What is your greatest tool for giving those hoes on the side of Light a dose of Dark cultural enrichment going to be like?" Carnachias asks. "We have three 'packages' you can pick, Essential, Standard, or Complete, and you can take as many of the three add-ons that are available with all of them as you want.

"I'm going complete," I reply.

"Ah, a man of culture, I see," Carnachias says with a smirk, "This package grants you multiple dicks, no matter how disproportionate, tentacles of all kinds, including those with nubs, suction cups, and needles for injecting the complimentary potion-like compounds that cause massive breast growth and induce lactation even if the woman has never been pregnant, though I doubt that'll be a problem with your choices so far. You also get the complementary ability to reshape that part of your body to fit your current needs. Furthermore, you can cum enough ejaculate with each orgasm to fill a small swimming-pool. Now on to the add-ons. there's one for Breeding, another for mind-breaking, and the third is for Ryona," Carnachias explains.

"Definitely taking the first two, but what's the third one mean?" I querry.

"Ryona is **** where you use an object that cuts or pierces flesh to **** the woman, making her suffer even more an ruining her ability to enjoy sex ever again. Things like knife-dicks, crystalline spike cocks, and dildoes with razorblades on the side come with that. It's always more fun when no-one else is having any, right?" Carnachias explains.

"No." her sister sister and I chorus in unison.

"Fine, be that way." Carnachias says huffily, turning her head to one side and crossing her arms in front of her ample chest.

"Hey, wait," I say with a sudden flash of inspiration. "Wouldn't it be possible to up-armor my cocks and/or weaponize them with that power if I needed to say, kill a male hero to get to a new brood-mother?" I ask.

Carnachias thinks for a second or two, tapping her chin with one fore-finger. "That's not the intended purpose, but I think so," She replies.

"Okay, fine, Taking that one as well then." I state, and Melanoche shoots met an approving wink.

"Alright so picking up all three add-ons, gets you upgrades to your core abilities, you can impregnate nearly anything now, if its capable of pregnancy, and their pregnancies last only one DAY now, the entire nine months compressed into 24 hours, still without any complications or stretch marks, nor is their likely to be any with the birth, either. You also double the number of children they carry, so at least twins every time. Even on top of that, you can decide the race and monster traits and so forth for your children. You also will get a download into your brain-meats of the combined skills of 7 of my chosen champions as the Goddess of ****, making-" I Do something incautious here and cut her off.

"Whoh whoh whoh, couldn't I just have an aphrodisiac musk or something? You're very focused on this **** thing and now I know why, but I'd prefer to have my Partners be willing to come back for more time and again," I explain.

"Okay, if you're that sort of pussy I can give you the ability to produce aphrodisiacs, but I think the **** skill kit would have been a better choice because no matter how horny a woman gets she wont want to have sex with some tiny tentacle monster." Carnachias pouts.

"I've seen things on the internet you people wouldn't believe," I respond, and again Melanoche shoots me an approving look.

"Whatever, well, your new body is done then I think. Just remember, its not **** if their eyes turn into hearts." Carnachias finishes with her portion of the process, and Melanoche takes over for the second half.

"Thank you Carnachias, but the rest of this process requires a more knowledgeable and less lascivious touch, for which, as agreed, it's my turn." Melnoche begins. "Now my Chosen, we will start you off with the special powers available only to those on our side: Monster Powers. These ability options will also include a way to earn them in the world of Ruyanei, but be warned, they will all be arduous and difficult tasks." She continues.

She then launches into this long explanation which you already read on the previous page of this story so I won't bore you with the details, but what I end up picking is the Boss Monster Status Effects thing with their hair, and let me tell you, that part fucking HURTS because the 'no pain' whammy Carnachias put on me earlier has worn off at this point.

Next we move on to Classes and I pick ranger because it's the only one without a specific goal I can work towards to get it, and that's kind of important to get out of the way right off the bat. Besides, I'm thinking about a plan, and for that I chose Mountains and Dwarves as my favored terrain and favored foe. This is where the story gets interesting again.

"You now hold the greatest potential of all my creations throught history, but I fear that still may not be enough..." Melanoche said sadly.

"Because the light Cheated Super hard!" Carnachias interjected.

"Indeed sister, and for that reason I feel no compunctions about giving you a 'Cheat' of your own if you will, chose among these six options..." Melanoche continued.

I looked over the six objects laid on a table as they explained what each would do to my core, but my eyes settled on one in particular, a little crystal swirling with a shining rainbow liquid.

"Ah, the mutagen serum interests you?" Melanoche said, noticing my gaze.

"Yeah, What's it do?" I asked.

"Like so many of these objects its still experimental, but it should, in theory, allow you to pick another monster family to fuse with your existing one. Normally that's impossible but we've never used a human Light-soul to power one of our crations before, which, in theory will make it work..." Melanoche explained.

"Balls in your court Anon! Will you take the risk in order to be even more special, or will you chicken out?" Carnachias asked.

"Are there any monster families that would give me an even greater fertility boost? I want to be able to impregnate, like, rocks here." I asked.

The two looked at each other and back at me... "Uh, yeah, your could become Erosarkic..." Carnachias mused.

"Great, juice me up," I replied stoically.

"Whoh, hold it a second." Melanoche said grabbing the crystal of the table before Carnachias could snatch it up and slam it into my chest. "You at least need to find out what an Erosarkic core is and does before you go so gung-ho with this."

"Okay sis fine, I'll explain," Carnachias said with a long-suffering sigh. "Erosarkic cores are my own personal invention. They were basically meant to be the 2.0 version of for seedbed cores, which up-to that point only came in Theronic types. They worked, a little bit too well, according to my sister, these things are pure breeding machines massive boost to fertility potential, and yes, in theory, it might be possible to impregnate certain mystically charged boulders with all of these fertility boosts stacked on top of each other, but your average rock, no, that's flat-out impossible..." She paused for a second. "I mean, you could carve it and make a golem, but..." Carnachias pulled a blackboard out of that same glowing slit in the air and began to write very complex equations on it while jilling herself furiously under her skirt.

"In any case, since my sister is, distracted," Melanoche continued the conversation, while casting a disgusted look in Carnachias' direction "The main advantage these things have is number of children per pregnancy. which in your case would be between six and eighteen each time, so with 12 brood mothers you could literally breed an entire small army in the matter of a few weeks." She explained.

"Nice," I responded, "that's exactly what I was hoping for: now gimme the go juice."

Just then Carnachias orgasmed and moaned out: "Theeee maaath cheeeaakks oouut, theeeere's aaaa .8236597 chaaance ooof spooontaaneeeeous gooolem creeeeaaaation wiiiith raaaandom rocks..." She moaned heatedly, pulling at her hair while slowly jilling herself back down from her peak.

"Huh, cool; anyway, Melanoche? Punch it." I said and she did as I asked, slamming the crystal with the serum right into my sternum. I felt it punch halfway through the bone and then shatter, filling my veins with the special mutagenic juice and I concentrated as hard as I could on the Word 'Erosarkic'. I heard the other two chanting some kind of incantation as my vision swirled and I blacked out.

I awoke a short while later, though I'm still not sure how much time exactly had passed: in the realm of the gods and angels and things time doesn't obey the nice linear paths it does on mortal worlds let alone a fixed speed. "So it worked, I guess?" I said and both of them looked down at me, smiling. "Yes, it did, Champion." Melanoche said.

They then filled me in on my opponents, who you read in the last chapter, as well as my Quasi allies, or perhaps "Rivals" would be a more apt term, on their side but not on my team. At this point I was feeling a little down and Carnachias noticed.

"Hey sis, don't you think Anon might need a little bit more encouragement?" Carnachias asked.

"If he suceeds I plan to give him true immortality and the ability to walk the planes of existence." Melanoche replied

"What? Lame; he could get that by just walking into the courtyard and drinking from the fountain. No I've got it, Anon, what do you think of Mel here?" Carnachias asked.

"I've told you not to call me that." Melanoche growled.

"She's beautiful and terrifying in equally unfathomable measure, why do you ask?" I stated in response.

"Beecause, if you bring us the victory on this world, I'm going to give you her hand in marriage." Carnachias paused for a split second. "Nah, that's worthless, I'll give her to you as a ****!"

"Wha- No, I refuse!" Melanoche responded hotly.

~40k year old virgin... Acting like her opinions will matter up against two gods one of which is the goddess of ****...~ Carnachias broadcast mentally, then froze. "Kek..." was all she said aloud, realizing we'd both heard the inner monologue.

"CEASE YOUR IMPLICATIONS!" Her sister shouted.

It was then that Carnachias booted me out of the gods-plane and down into reality, to fall to earth protected by an almost infinitely thin bubble of Godstuff™.

As I fell I heard two last parting shots.

"Good luck Anon! Have fun rapping wherever you go! I'll be prepping sis to accept your cock..." Carnachias called after me.

"The fucking hell you will, you whore!" Melanoche shouted in reply. while I could see divine fire forming around her hands. For obvious reasons, I was glad that the portal to the gods-realm closed at that moment.