Ferrus, the Metal Dragon

Damn it.

God fucking damn it. I was this close - THIS CLOSE to being able to pre-order the Valve Nervelink! This close! Seven days straight of staying awake, chugging monster after coffee after monster, hell, even mixing Monster, Coffee and 5-Hour Energy just to be able to click the pre-order button as soon as they had more to ship out. I even resorted to not jerking off all week, thinking my fingers would serve better waiting to click instead of around my cock. But no, my stupid heart had to give out. All because I didn't want to get scalped in order to feel some anime pussy on my dick. Fuck this, whatever. I don't care anymore. It's either gonna be another spin of the wheel, Heaven, or Hell.

"Do not avert your gaze, mortal."

Huh?

"We have seen your desires,"

I'm going to hell.

"Your dark fantasies,"

That, or I'm coming back as a cockroach or something. Does Buddhism have hell?

"And we have judged them worthy."

What? Like, What?

"You need but say a word, mortal, and you will be made our champion to bring the treacherous Light to heel. You will become a monstrosity without equal, to despoil their cities, their women, and defile their saints. All this and more shall be given."

Wait, wait, wait. So It'd basically be like playing 究極のレイプ帝国? The Nervelink game?

"I... Suppose?"

FUCK yes! If they told me Satan had a sultry voice and gave out offers like this, I would have sold my soul when I had the chance!

"Very well."

And with that, the sultry voice that filled my ears faded away as I felt my soul leave my body; Well, life on Earth sucked. I lost my passion for 3D modelling, got kicked out of the artist community for my fetish, and spent my days hunched over a PC with nothing but Blender and either a porn game or a game with sex mods installed. No friends, no family, nothing. Just me and my custom made Momo Yaoyorozu model. But hey! Fuck all that! I'll be able to do whatever I want now! Goodbye, Earth! Goodbye, Studio Apartment! I hope that my corpse sucks to clean out!

The very next thing I saw was a pitch black void, clouds of regular black mist floating against an infinity of pentablack, the floor rippling and splashing like water. See, the funny thing is, I didn't see shit. I just knew it was there, what it looked like at every moment. I knew that I was a clump of swirling, black and white energy. I also knew there were two gargantuan women before me.

The first was raven haired with dark, ashy skin. Cold, blue eyes rested on her stern face with plush eyebrows resting atop them, her features petite and elegant. Twisting, black horns curved atop of her head, a black, blue ribboned dress that I could only describe as looking peak lolita goth (EW, no, not that kind. I have some standards!) resting on her small, but undeniably adult frame.

Woman number two was wearing a black, yellow-highlighted outfit I could only describe as being a cross between a spy suit and a stripper's outfit. It honestly kind of reminded me what those Asari dancers wore in Mass Effect, if that makes sense? Whereas the former woman's hair reached her lower back, this one's hair continued to the floor, with hime bangs threatening to start covering her piercing, yellow eyes. It seemed that colour was her favourite, guessing by her taste in lipstick(?), with there also being a strange, purple, flowery design on her right eye & a five pointed star on her generously sized tit.

"Ayo, got 'im!"

Huh. I don't know how I expected the white-haired goddess to sound, but that wasn't it. Not that I'm complaining. Her fellow seemed to sigh in frustration though, averting her gaze from the other in what seemed like shame.

"Ignore my sister, please. Serial masturbation has left her brain-damaged."

Wait, that's not how that works-

"Kek, you fell for Mel's lies, anon."

Well, fuck you too! Wait, lies? Kek? Fuckin' Kek?

"Do not address me by that name, Carnachias! And I've said no lies."

"Hey, forgive me if I'm just a little outdated on net lingo! Do you know how long it takes for us to get a clear web signal? But yeah, no, she lied. The whole monstrosity without equal bullshit isn't there until we give you the god juice, but you've gotta grind like hell for that."

"I had but a-"

Eh, doesn't matter to me.

"Hm?"

Yup. I'm fine with grinding. Like when I was ten, I maxed out all my skills in Runescape. I can grind. Actually, I sort of prefer having to work my way up. It's like a videogame!

"Bitchless language, anon."

Hey, I'm realistic. I don't have a chance with some bitches like you two. Erm, bitches meant affectionately here.

"Can you both-! Deep breaths, Melanoche, deep breaths. Let me illustrate the situation to you, our champion. The world we're rebirthing you in has ever been the place of struggle between Light and Dark..."

Before Melanoche even got to the good part, Carnachias barged in.

"Anime JRPG fantasy world where the monsters were about to win. But then, the glowing Cocksuckers of Light cheated and made every hero OP. The Demon King is dead and the monsters have been beaten back."

A gleeful smile graced her face.

"So, we're gonna cheat too!"

Mel sighed-

"Melanoche!"

Melanoche sighed in frustration, hands once again meeting her brow.

"You've neglected to mention that they somehow gained the knowledge to kickstart mankind's technology. But yes, they cheated. And now, we will retaliate: another Demon King is on the rise, We've bolstered the reproductive rates of this monster generation, created as many dungeons on human land as we could, and, last but not least, our trump card: you."

Me?

"You. We originally contemplated grabbing a warlord or politician, but we knew they'd start getting ideas. Dangerous ideas. The sort of ideas that will cause them to do idiotic things."

"Put simply, they'd try to fuck us over, and we'd have to rip 'em to shreds!"

"Or worse."

"Or worse! So, I said we should get some cumbrained geek, and after arguing for a hundred years, she went out and grabbed the strongest one we could find: You!"

Noted.

"Indeed. But to get back on track. Our domain, Dark, bestows power immediately but plateaus after a while. This is the reason why the immensely powerful Demon Kinds get defeated by Heroes like clockwork. Your human soul belongs to Light, and that is what we are going to exploit. We shall make you a monster, but one that can evolve beyond any other by defeating the spawn of men. So as to not overwhelm the light of your soul, and render this all moot, you will start as a creature of middling power. But then... Oh ho ho ho... But then..."

I found myself surprised to see her stern face twist to one of sadistic glee, barely able to suppress whatever urges that were bubbling to the top. Carnachias just giggled, now floating on her stomach and kicking her legs casually in the air.

"And she calls ME a serial masturbator. Anyway! Let's get started with customising your body. We could put you into a normal monster, but since your soul is such a special snowflake I'm going to make you into a special snowflake monster..."

So many options, such little time.