Revelations

Darkness and Wetness.

That was her whole world. She couldn't see a single thing, even looking down at her body, just darkness. It was everywhere..., even inside her. She could feel it, moving, swirling, tightening. Attacking her breasts, her hips and thighs, wiggling into her body. While encased as such, she found she could still breath, even as something hard and thick had found its way into her mouth. In time, something started to pump into her body in a slow and steady rhythm. Like that of a beating heart.

Yet for as fearful as this whole thing should be, she felt oddly..., calm. A voice was whispering sweet nothings into her ear, to withstand and accept what was happening, to accept the pleasure. And there was pleasure..., as a myriad of sensations ran through her. Warmth like that of a bath, or snuggled next to a lover in bed spread through her body, yet there was a pleasant coolness like that of a spring brook. Her body had seemingly been heightened by whatever was happening, as even the smallest touch against her body caused waves of pleasure to arch down her body.

She couldn't even thrash about, held in place by the darkness around her. All she could do was weakly attempt to hump away at the thing entering her body as she tried to not lose her mind. She didn't know how long she was stuck like that; in an endless cycle of cumming, building back up and releasing again, all the while those feelings washed over her body and something was pumped into her body.

And all the while a familiar but slightly different voice whispered to her.

Spawnings from the pit were never pretty. And in this case, that held true.

Arms burst out of the fluid, waving about in a futile attempt to grasp anything all while the pool itself pushed whatever the arms were attached to closer to solid ground. Hands gripped the cold stone and hefted the figure out, dripping gunk from her body and coughing it up. She was heaving and gasping, slowly crawling into a kneeling position as another figure slowly rose out of the liquid and dainty walked on the newly calmed surface. As she passed the one on the floor, her long metal tail brushed against the other's cheek, getting her attention.

She looked up and saw Zaya, fully exposed with her monstrous form and golden eyes locked onto hers.

"So. How you feeling?"

The figure grabbed hold of Zaya's toned legs for leverage as she dragged herself up, using Zaya's own body as as support until she was face to face with her. Glaring at the monster she pulled her arm back and brought her open palm hard against Zaya's face. The hard slap of flesh against a metal like substance echoing in the room. The nearby servants pausing to see what their mistress would do.

"That.... is for fucking lying to me."

Before Zaya could make her case, arms wrapped around her neck. But not in a 'I am going to throttle you' manner, instead it was far softer and inviting as she was pulled into a kiss. She responded in kind, wrapping her own arms against the woman, before sliding her tongue into her mouth, not even hiding how long it was and with a flex, turning it into a segmented long appendage. The two embraced each other passionately for some time, hands and fingers exploring each other's bodies. After some time, she broke the kiss. She's panting, her face is ****.

"THAT.... is for making me feel this way Zaya." Krea as her lips captured the other's once more, "And you... are going to take responsibility now."

Zaya noted as she pulled away that the druid's eyes were changed. Just a bit, but those brown eyes now had a hint of gold at the edges now.

"I mean I would but I think you deserve something better than hard stones and cold metal for that kind of responsibility." she motioned with a hand towards..., something, "So rather than taking care of that need, how about I give you some answers."

"So let me get this straight."

The two were sitting on some large rocks with another rock and a plank of wood attached to it, forming a make shift table. The sitting rocks had a series of hides and fiber as cushioning, along with some badly made metal cups. But Krea could summon both water and food for them, just to have something to drink and chew on; as she chewed the information.

"You're someone from another world, a Returner, but unlike the usual ones from Gods or random ass rituals, the twin goddesses of darkness Melanoche and Carnachias summoned you here. Then they crammed a monster soul into you, along with a bunch of other abilities, and then tossed you into some no name hole in the middle of no where to grow strong enough to...., what take over the world?"

"More like bend it over a barrel and fuck it into worshiping pussies and cocks."

"ZAYA!" her face was entirely red at that thought but the other woman held up her hands as a slight grin came over here.

"I'm just putting it as one of them would do so but yeah. That's the gist of it. That said," She shook her head with a shrug, "I haven't heard from either of them since then and I haven't had like a compulsion to do what they say or outright **** myself on someone."

"BUT. You can **** people." Krea muttered as she folded her arms.

"AND I'm aware that's bad. Honestly you were a test; I wasn't sure how much that would effect you. If you wanna hit me again for that, feel free, I figure that'd be the least I could do. That said I probably would have tried to charm you in the normal way anyway. You are quite cute when you let your guard down."

"....Still angry." she grumbled and slouched before sitting up a bit, "That said I suppose it is... odd. I know what you did is bad, but I also don't feel the ... 'need' to be mad. Did you do something to me while I was in there?"

"Not that I am aware off. Honestly I dragged you into the pit because well..., we we first did it, my 'cum' seemed to have an effect on you. So I wanted to see what would happen if you got a 'full dose' and keep you from running." She raised her hands up again to stop Krea from starting, "LOOK I don't know how this works myself. I'm figuring this all out and... I'm sorry for using you like a lab rat."

"You didn't see it but I kinda... pumped you full of what's in the pool when we had sex..., so that's why I..."

"Hmmm, I suppose that's why it felt like I was being fucked into submission like that night we shared..., but I also don't feel angry about that either." Krea muttered, "I feel like I should be far more upset but..., I feel..., odd. Like there's nothing to grasp onto for me to be MAD about even though I know it happened."

".... hold up. I want to check something."

Zaya stood up and walked the short distance to the pool, walking across it once more. Krea had to give it to her, Zaya had a certain... allure to her body, with that tight ass and just how she dominated the room with her sways. It was always there but now at full ****... and, well some friends in her younger years took her to a red light district and she could probably give those girls a run for her money.

"Pool. Did you do something." Zaya spoke as she tapped the still surface of the pool.

Krea didn't hear a reply but Zaya seemed to understand it... and wasn't happy about it. She huffed as she tapped her foot rapidly before she waved her hand in the air. Then she stomped her foot with the entire **** of her leg, sending a ripple over the surface.

"No that's..., stop ... okay no fuck this."

Zaya stomped again which caused a large pillar of the material to rise up from the surface, still connected to the liquid below. Zaya's hands worked quickly along with her tail, both carving and molding the pillar into a more ... suitable shape. When she was done she stepped away and waved Krea to come over. She got up and walked over to the edge of the pool before hesitating.

Remembering how it felt when she dragged herself out, like syrup or molasses, she tested the waters. Her foot sunk into it like mud and she was going to pull away when Zaya's tail stretched out and grabbed her arm and pulling her in. Connected to her like this, Krea found that the liquid had become solid, like a frozen lake. She hurried over to Zaya's side, holding the tail all the while.

Now that she was closer, Krea saw a figure had been carved into the pillar. A woman, of course, wearing what looked to be an elegant set of robes that were also skintight against her perfectly smooth skin. Much like Zaya, her skin was black in pitch, with a few golden hues around her gentiles and breasts. Her arms were out by her side, but her legs seemed to be merged with the robe and the pillar, forming one figure. The cold glare of those same golden iris and black eyes felt... alien compared to Zaya's warmth.

"Okay so try that again." When nothing came, Zaya as she rapidly tapped her foot again, "You have lungs, voice box, and throat now."

"If...," The slow voice came from the figure as it's eyes locked onto her, "That is what you desire. How may I provide service to you?"

"Wait a moment..., that voice... You were the one that spoke to me!" Krea pointed a finger only to get the same unerring stare directed at her.

"Unit K384 is operational..., and yet seemingly defective." the statue glared at her. Krea felt like she was being observed like a new creature put into a pen..., or maybe a piece of meat.

"She. Is not defective." Zaya said putting herself between her and the figure, "What did you do while we were in the pool?"

"To you Empress; nothing. You were recovering and recharging as best as this Pool can provide. For Unit K384, normal converting procedure. When an subject has hit an acceptable threshold of Bioferric is inside their body, they can be controlled and manipulated. Thus, Unit K384 was pumped full of BioFerric Fluid, completing her conversion. Though..., it seems to have a hit a snag and thus isn't fully completed..., at best I can do this."

The statue waved and Krea suddenly found herself turned around, still holding onto Zaya for dear life. She helped the Druid stay up with the help of her tail but she was really starting to get annoyed by the statue giving a few more motions which caused her friend to spin.

"While good for showing her butt, I don't WANT this." she turned her focus back to the statue.

"I am merely operating as..." The statue cut in before another stomp came from Zaya.

A stomp that made the entire room quake as she started to glow a golden hue around her body. The walls seemed to shake with that last shout, forcing the minions to huddle in place or take a step back. The room itself seemed to dim in response as the two stared each other down. She seemed to tower over the figure now, gripping the 'metal' robe and dragging her close with a growl.

"I do not care. You might be the Core of the Colony but I am the Dungeon Lord, and I am the one that makes the rules; you are a part of me, not the other way around. So you will operate as I see fit; UNDERSTAND?"

The room shook once more at the last shout as the glow around Zaya intensified. The nearby minions were shivering in fear before her and even Krea had to take a step back. The statue however met the glare head on... for only a bit before bowing it's gaze and muttered.

"Of course... mistress."

"Good." She started to let go of... whatever was building inside her. That had been a little... weird but she was better now.

"However," And that feeling was starting to come back but the statue held up a hand, "The ingrained memories are all I have, and thus it is all I can call upon. As such I will operate under them until informed otherwise, along with suggestion based off that knowledge."

"That is... acceptable, for now. We shall talk about this later." She **** herself to calm down, "Now, what do you mean 'hit a snag' when converting her?"

"Under... normal conditions, she should be completely servant to our commands and will, little more than a puppet on strings. While we have physical control of K38..."

"Krea. Use. Her. Name."

"...Krea. While we have that level of control, her mind still seems to be her own..., I believe it is because of your own Bioferric Fluid being a more... pure form than my own and thus overriding it's higher functions."

"Wait put it a way I can understand." Krea spoke as she tried to turn her head so she could look at them.

"Hmmm." Zaya thought for a moment, "The Pool tried to convert you by filling you with it's own power; but my own, what little remained, prevented that because it was stronger or a higher tier/authority over what the Pool gave you..., wait lemme try something."

She focused, reaching out with her mind till it found small threads to grasp on to before holding tight. At once it felt like those small threads started to weave together into a small knot before building on top of itself. Enveloping more and more around it. It felt odd, like she was connected by a new length of rope... or cable. She gestured with a though and Krea turned back around, and then did another gesture. Krea went a little slack before she regained herself and started to pat herself down, moving about as much as she could without letting go of Zaya.

Seemed she was as 'free' as she could be again. Though she wondered..., and reached out her mind again.

"Hey can you hear me?"

"I... I can..!" the mental echo came back as Krea turned to face her, "This is you right? This isn't stupid thing tricking me?"

"No no it's me. You told me you wanted to pin down that..."

"NO NO STOP. Okay okay it's you." Krea glared at her, "This is weird and I have had mental sending spells before. Can we just..."

"Sure sure." She started to use her mouth again, "Talking works better for me anyway. So is there a way to fix this?" She turned back to the statue.

"If you mean, remove the binding..., yes and no." The statue began, "If Krea is able to avoid consuming more material and distance herself from your influance, with time her body could start to break it down. Much faster if the proper spells are used. But 'unconnected' from you but still primed; she could fall into another Colony's grasp."

"Even with my... err..., material in her? God I need to get better terms here." Zaya ran a hand through her hair.

"Perhaps..., honestly you are such an outlier, I'm unsure as to what would happen."

"So I can remove this..., if I just get away from her." Krea shot a look at Zaya.

The statue confirmed but stressed it would take awhile to purge the material. She had heard stories of those saved from Colony breeding pits and while very few regained their minds, their bodies took months to be cleansed of the offending liquid metal. Just to be on the safe side, and that was if they weren't..., dealt with.

"As for your... lack of a reaction; perhaps it has something to do with how the process would make you subservant to our wishes. With the Empress's protection, your mind is intact but it still effected your..., 'morals' when it comes towards what Zaya has done."

"That... makes maybe a bit of sense but my head is spinning here." Krea cupped her chin.

Honestly; that does make sense but more than likely it had something to do with Zaya's 'Mindbreak and Bend' abilities. Rather than shattering her into just basically just a meat dildo, it seemed to... 'remove' certain mental barriers that would make her made or offended about certain subjects. If she **** it, Zaya probably could make Krea do things she normally wouldn't do... like burning down the forest. But that might end up having some backlash if she pushed it like that.

Still, she got what she wanted; someone that was at least ambivalent towards her real form rather than lying on the extremes of 'purge with fire' and 'spread legs wide open'. That said, she wasn't sure if Krea would stay.

"Well look..., Core... Pool...., thing..., I'll have to think of a name for you." Zaya cupped her chin, before pulling it away with a weak wave, "I'll work on that but for now simply keep up the maintenance, I'll be the one to deal with outsiders. Understand?"

"If that is your wish."

"Good..., we'll have to have a deeper talk later. Now for us" Zaya turned back to Krea and started to walk towards the edge of the pool, "I'm sure you have other questions."

It didn't' say anything as she took Krea back to their make shift table. Several questions were running through their heads. Zaya was just going over ideas and questions to pose to the statue core later. Krea however was libel to start babbling if she opened her mouth to ask. Instead of letting it get to her, she clapped her cheeks and gave Zaya a glare before speaking.