Transformations Results Round 1 Part 1

Ashara

"FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE! AND THE RESULTS ARE IN!" Hera's finger pointed into the air as a sharp *ding* rang out throughout the crowd. "And it seems girls that the genius of the fabulous Hera strikes again! For you'll all be delighted to hear that the civilisation edition votes were quite popular, so your people are going to be able to join the fun!"

There was only silence, and perhaps the faint sound of crickets in the air. Ashara felt her own face grow pale and her blood freeze. Please Gods, please…not Laena. We’ve suffered enough.

“Aw spoilsports, are none of you excited? Don’t you want your country’s wishes to come true? And just think of all the amazing new changes that your nations will receive! So much better than those boring, useless mundane issues you were all forced to deal with before." Hera had that bright smile on her face that made Ashara want to punch her.

"Go fuck yourself, you demented witch!" Ashara spat out, heedless of the consequences.

"Oh I intend to. Particularly whilst I watch you and the sexiest girls in Laena fuck Alex over here." Hera jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. "Or perhaps watching some girl-on-girl hate sex with you and Orbita over there.”

Ashara’s face turned positively green at the thought, and her stomach twisted with disgust. From the corner of her eye she could see Orbita's own face turn into a sneer. “If you think I would ever permit that snivelling brat to fornicate with me, then you are more delusional than her!”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Hera’s eyes gleamed with wickedness. “We’ll see about that.”

For a moment their gazes met. Ashara put all her will and defiance into her glare as she looked into Hera’s golden eyes, but the wickedness in the witch’s eyes showed no sign of fading.

“But let’s not beat around the bush. Let’s get started with the first results. If you would all stand up.” It wasn’t really a question; they were all forced to stand, some with more grumbling than others. “Last of all in Ashara’s poll was On a Quest with a measly 8.8% of the vote; next was the Dark Heroine with a much more respectable 19.4%, coming in second was Elven Beauty with 30% of the vote leaving us with a clear winner of Paladin of Love with a 41.9%. Now if you need a reminder..."

Hera snapped her fingers and the screen changed as a reminder of the transformations. Ashara's eyes scanned the results for a second time.

• Paladin of Love: (World Transformation): A new religion will be added to the Kingdoms of Laena that will worship the goddess of love, Aphrodite, who preaches of a Master who will come and lead the people of Laena into a golden age. All paladins, including Ashara, will worship this goddess as their patron goddess and receive their powers from her. She'll also mandate that all her followers wear revealing armour. This change will be retroactive for all except Ashara. (Paladin)

It could have been worse, elven beauty would have changed perhaps millions of elves in Laena, turning their biology into a perverted joke. But that was a bitter silver lining, for Ashara's entire life was about to be transformed, and the Gods she had pledged her life to were about to be erased.

"Chin up girl, I can’t see why you’re complaining. Were your old gods really that great? Sending you on useless ‘chosen one’ missions? Working in ‘mysterious ways' and leaving you to fumble in the dark against the armies of Malica?” Hera put a hand to her mouth and chuckled darkly. Ashara had no way to know if it was intentional but the words Hera said stung deeply. "Now, let's get you into your new armor."

It happened in a flash of smoke, one moment Ashara was clad in sensible sky-forged steel armor, the next she felt the draft of the room breeze past her naked legs and naked midriff. Ashara was almost afraid to glance down at her new outfit and when she did so she found she wasn't surprised by what she found.

Ashara had enough experience with armor designs to know a disaster when she saw one. Instead of smooth steel, it was gaudy pink with gleaming heart-shaped gems. Instead of being strong and protective, it had an unnecessary heart-shaped cutout for her cleavage to be ogled and for a blade to strike, and her midriff was completely exposed to a slash. Worst of all was that the armor wasn't designed to be easy to move in. Stupid, pointless high heels made it easy to trip and a light pelvic curtain that was easy to catch on terrain.

"Wha-what the hell is this? How am I supposed to fight in this?" Ashara's outrage was palpable. She drew her sword. Her thoughts were forgotten in her anger. She wanted to attack this bitch, nothing more.

"Oh dear, such a firebrand," Hera said, lazily waving her hand, and suddenly Ashara's sword felt as if it weighed as much as an anvil. "Haven't you heard the phrase 'make fuck, not war'?"

"That's not what the phrase is... at all..." Alema said quietly, but Ashara had no patience for her comments. She was angry, she abandoned the sword when she tried to lunge forward, but Hera had predicted that and glued her feet to the ground.

"LET ME GO!" She roared, but Hera wasn't listening. “What…what did you do to my order?”

“Perhaps I can answer that, my child.” Seven pairs of eyes shifted to the new voice. Motherly, calming and yet seductive. It was like being lured into a deep, perfumed bath.

She was like Hera, but in some ways she seemed even more divine. Ashara had never been attracted to the woman’s touch but even she could not help but gush at this woman’s beauty. Perfect, gorgeous locks as golden as the bountiful harvest, skin that seemed to glow like the twilight night and eyes that seemed to shine like pearls.

"Ashara." Her voice was as beautiful as the ocean and as sweet as honey. "My dear Paladin. I assume you are confused. After all, you're the only one to remember a time before me."

"Y-you are Aphrodite?" Ashara stuttered. She had stood up to dragons, trolls and every horror that Orbita could ever throw at her, yet this woman's sheer presence made her feel like a trembling child.

"Indeed I am, my dear Ashara," Aphrodite said, tracing the back of her fingers down Ashara's cheek. "And I'm on your side. Truly. I'm here to help you. I am your goddess and your champion."

Ashara was stunned, unable to move as Aphrodite's presence overwhelmed her. Something inside her was cracking, she didn’t know why.

“Aphrodite here will be taking care of all your BP needs.” Hera said, a slight growl in her voice as she spoke. “She’ll be the one who’ll be selling you BP rewards, assuming you earn enough for her.” Hera turned to the other contestants. “You’ll all have your own unique shopkeeper as well.”

“Of course, I’ll be doing a lot more than that, my sweet.” A finger trailed down Ashara’s shoulder. It was seductive, but also more. “A few gifts, just for free. Your old magical powers for one, plus a few new bonuses to help you adapt as my special treat." Her beautiful blue eyes glanced down at Ashara's new outfit, which suddenly didn't feel as exposing as it did before. "For example, your new armor has been given my blessing; you should find it as protective as your old one, and your body has been enchanted so that you shouldn't find those lovely little high heels any inconvenience."

Aphrodite glided away, ass swaying hypnotically as she did so. Ashara found herself stumbling for a second, but it was as Aphrodite said. Ashara found her footing effortlessly easy to regain, despite never having worn anything as impractical as high heels in her life. But that was the least of her concerns, what with the strange, warm feeling welling up in her heart. She felt weak. Ashara hated feeling weak.

"But alas, my dear Ashara, I can feel Hera's patience coming to an end, so allow me to move along and tell you all about how the Kingdoms of Laena have changed." Aphrodite said with a wink, and suddenly Ashara felt herself able to glare again.

Remember, she's on their side. Their side.

Aphrodite waved a hand, and the air rippled like a stone being thrown in a pond. A new image appeared, that of a temple, but not like the temple to the old Gods that Ashara had worshipped and received favour from. This temple was grander than the relatively humble and modest temple of the old gods. Gigantic marble pillars held up gem-encrusted ceilings. A massive stained-glass painting of a pattern of hearts could be seen letting in light on a statue of Aphrodite.

She didn’t seem to have any modesty at all, whether for herself or for the statue. It was huge, and even in marble, her breasts gleamed and were draped in an outfit that seemed designed to expose rather than protect.

“My new temple, far more beautiful than the old one, wouldn't you say, my dear?" Aphrodite beamed at Ashara, but the paladin could only blink.

"Huh? Oh right...yeah." Ashara muttered, unable to muster much thought.

"In any case, my dear, my vows will be much more open-minded than your old ones. Would you care to repeat those, for our audience, and of course our Master?" She batted her eyelashes, in a way that was both motherly and seductive.

“I take no glory, I take no pride, I take no pleasure , and I take no reward. I serve only Laena’s light.” Ashara muttered; she had sworn it younger than most. The prophecy had made her path so clear in life that she had seen no need to wait. “What of it?”

“What of it?” Aphrodite placed a hand to her chest as if scandalised. “Why, it’s simply terribly boring for you. And so unfair as well. No fun, no excitement for you, or your Master.” Her eyes flickered to Alex, who was staring at the floor. “Oh, don’t be afraid to look, Master Alex. I don’t mind.” Her rear made small circles towards Alex. “We’re all here to make you sexually satisfied.”

“I…I…” Alex gaped, glancing at the other girls. Few of them were impressed and quickly his gaze shifted to the ground, where he didn’t risk them becoming distracted from the women around him. He was saved from making any kind of response by a sweet laugh from Aphrodite.

“Forgive me, dear Alex. Now, back to my dear Ashara,” Aphrodite said with a disarming smile and a quick wiggle of her rear. “But yes, I have new tenets for you, my dear, to receive the powers of my bounty, and for the last thousand years my paladins and priests have followed them. Awaiting the promised day when their Master will arrive. And the three tenets that they must live by.”

“Three tenets?”

Aphrodite smiled coquettishly at Ashara’s interest.

"The body, the heart and the pussy. First, a paladin of Aphrodite must always ensure her body is revealed to all those who pass by, so that they may show off what a sexy, lewd prize their Master possesses. Thankfully, I gave you a hand with that." Aphrodite gestured at Ashara's new body, and suddenly Ashara's brain finally started to focus, as Ashara jumped back and covered herself with her arms as best as she could.

Aphrodite simply laughed with good cheer. "Oh, don't be so shy, Ashara. You've got a body to be proud of."

"That's not the problem here." Ashara spat, shaking her head.

"Isn't it? No matter, then. In any case, onto the next tenet, the tenet of the heart. Simply, you must devote yourself to your Master, and encourage the woman of Laena to do the same.” Aphrodite purred; she was enjoying herself. Her hands were on Ashara’s shoulders in a way that was strangely comforting.

“He’s not their Master!” Ashara exclaimed. It was all coming back to her, where she was. The nightmare she was forced to endure.

Aphrodite only smiled warmly. “You will find that they disagree about that. But finally there is the tenet of the pussy.”

“Oh, Gods.” Ashara hung her head low.

“And that’s to enjoy yourself, to enjoy being a slut. And most of all to enjoy being Master’s slut. So much better than taking no pleasure, don’t you think?” She patted Ashara’s cheek. And just like that she was gone, leaving a stunned Ashara and a set of seven different eyes upon her.

Orbita

This was Laena’s last hope. Their final delusion that they were clinging to, and she was now stuttering and blushing like a schoolgirl.

How odd. Orbita had studied Ashara for years, as any Queen would do for a vital enemy. Orbita’s spies had found that she was brash, reckless and defiant, not at all like the blushing girl before her. Was she secretly a lesbian? Or bisexual? But Orbita didn’t think so; there was something more there. Something she might hope to exploit later.

“One lovely love goddess to help break our paladin out of her shell. Let’s just hope our sweet paladin will be able to adapt to her new duties well enough.” Hera shot Ashara a falsely sweet smile, and the paladin glared back.

“Don’t try me, foul witch.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. Not when we’ve got another transformation to enjoy. Haven’t we, Orbita?” Hera’s golden eyes darted towards the Dark Queen.

Like Ashara, Queen Orbita refused to break her gaze with the cruel goddess. But unlike Ashara, Orbita was taking the opportunity to probe her expression for weaknesses, whether they be magical, physical or emotional. To her annoyance, Hera betrayed none.

“No beating around the bush this time, my dear, it seems like our audience is really into some kinky monster girls, as Mother of Monster Girls won with a whopping 54.7%! Over half our audience.” Hera grinned, and Orbita felt her stomach plummet.

• Mother of Monster Girls: (World Transformation) Orbita's known as the Mother of Monsters, but who wants to be a Queen of orcs, trolls and dragons when she could be the Queen of huge-titted monster girls? This change won't be retroactive, and Orbita herself won't be affected... yet... (Demon Queen)

Perhaps it wasn’t as bad as losing her magic completely, but Orbita still hated to see it. Her army, her meticulously designed and perfected army, was about to disappear and be reforged as something that was a joke. Nevertheless, Orbita refused to show weakness. "Do your worst. I'll simply remake them. What's a second army to my genius?"

Hera blinked, but her expression did not break or falter as Orbita would have liked. Instead, she simply shrugged her shoulders and gave a dramatic shake of the head. "If you say so, but first let's give our Master a good look."

She snapped her fingers and, just like with Aphrodite, the air before them rippled, but this time it didn't change to show a Temple of Love but instead changed to show the lands of Laena. The lands that Orbita had conquered, and the armies that she had used to conquer them. But instead of the disciplined, armoured, and powerful formations she had meticulously designed, they were now lewd, impractically busty and dressed like they were whores cosplaying as her army. Their forms were monstrous and yet beautiful, alien yet sexy. Mismatches of their original forms and the allure of a sexy creature designed to fuck.

Abominations…mockeries of her hard work.

The first image rippled outwards to show her armies in Iron Mountain, her most recent conquest. Armies of her orcs in the ruins of Iron Mountain, but their muscular, grotesque frames became firm, busty Amazonian bodies. Their foul odours and savagery had become exotic allure. Her soldiers had become tribal sluts.

"The new foot soldiers of Orbita's armies, typical orcs, made bustier, sexier and more fuckable. But they're quite a mild type of monster girl. Don't worry, Alex, we can get a bit more exotic. Has Orbita ever told you about her personal Hellfire Demons? Want to see fire that truly runs hot?"

It was indeed one of her Hellfire demons, but not as Orbita remembered them. Instead of being monstrous horned demons of flame and destruction, now only their impractical long hair burned, and their eyes as those eyes glared down at their new whore like body.

“And don’t you think it’s just the simple humanoid monster girls we’re giving you Orbita. Our great Master Alex likes them wild and the fantastic Hera’s eager to oblige, so Orbita I suspect you might want to start teaching them how to give spectacular titfucks and blowjobs because they're going to need it!” Hera said, waving at Alex. His dick was betraying an erection. An erection in response to her fearsome armies! How humiliating!

“As long as they can still kill, I don’t care!”

But at that moment the image changed one more time to show an image of one of her trolls. They were designed for siege being big, bulky and huge. This one was still huge and bulky but now had gleaming ruby skin that rippled with sexy Amazonian muscle and carrying huge tits. As the troll noticed its transformation it roared and smashed the trees around it with brutish force.

“Just a little taste, I assure you, sweet Alex, and trust me, they’ll be wilder and more monstrous monster girls in Orbita’s new army for you to fuck.” Hera ruffled Alex’s hair. “Your new army of big titty soldiers. Based on your fetishes, even the secret ones and the ones you don’t know about yet.”

“Are they still powerful?” Orbita demanded. “They can still do everything I made them to do, can’t they?”

Hera shrugged her shoulders. “Mostly, after all our Master’s armies must be powerful for him. Mustn’t they be Orbita?”

“They are not his armies!” Orbita hissed angrily.

“They will be, Orbita. They will be.” The malice in Hera’s voice reminded Orbita of herself. And she didn’t like it. She glanced over to Ashara, who was looking at the new forms with a calculating eye.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Ashara. As long as my armies can kill, my victory is inevitable.” Orbita snapped, eyes narrowed at Ashara.

“Unless I win this contest. Remember?” Ashara responded. Where did that smugness come from? Orbita must destroy it.

“Such a fierce rivalry. I’m sure our Master will have a lot of fun pitting you two against each other.” Hera smiled wistfully.

“I’m not…I’m not trying to pit anyone against each other.” Gods, the boy’s voice sounded so weak!

“Not yet. But now, Dr. Synergy, I believe it’s your turn.”

Synergy

The mad scientist was buzzing in her seat, her entire body shaking with excitement. She was rocking in her seat as she watched Hera approach. This woman, whoever she might be, was the key to her ultimate victory over the cursed heroes of the League of Justice.

“Was it Comic Control? Please tell me it was Comic Control! Wipe those bastards and bitches from the face of the Earth! Please!" Synergy begged, but to her dismay, the smile slipped off Hera's face.

"It was in the lead for a while," Hera admitted, and Synergy felt her hopes crushed. "And it did come in second with 28.6% of the vote. But it seems our viewers were quite taken in by your pet Rankorr because Her Greatest Creation won with a whopping 39.8% of the vote."

"NOOOOOOO!" Synergy cried to the heavens. Too cruel! If only the vote had been shorter.

"Which is why I'm vetoing it!"

Hope returned to Synergy's heart immediately. "R-really?"

Hera grinned and turned to Alex. "Yes, Alex here has fapped to his own fair share of superhero porn I've noticed." Alex's face went beet red. "Power Girl's tits were a subject of many of his fantasies, as were fantasies of the fat booty of the African Goddess Storm, and let's not forget your dirty corruption fantasies of Zatanna."

"Those were just fantasies, though!" Alex spluttered defensively, his hands waving. "They were never supposed to become real."

"Well, they're real now, my dear. But don't worry, my dear audience, I'm vetoing a tie here, so we'll be seeing Rankorr again. Now the rules state that the transformations in the event of a tie must either be combined or both added. So to begin with, let's start with Comic Control, since Synergy seems so desperate for it."

"You bet I am!"

• Comic Control: (World Transformation) Who wants generic, cookie-cutter superheroes and supervillains when there's a whole history of iconic busty babes just waiting for us? If chosen, then all the superheroes and supervillains of Synergy's world will be replaced by iconic DC and Marvel female characters. This change is retroactive, and Synergy won't be affected (Supervillain)

"YEESSSSSSSSS!" New memories surged into Synergy's mind as her history split into two separate paths. In one path, she remembered swearing vengeance on the League of Justice; in the other, she remembered doing the same to the Justice League. In one path, she remembered the day that the Cult of Vestra unleashed the Vestra virus; in the other, it was done by the League of Shadows.

And then there was herself. Synergy was a constant, a woman who lived the same life in two timelines. Details might be different, sure. She remembered being jealous of Mary Jane instead of Betty Red (strange difference considering Betty was neither a superhero nor supervillain). She remembered being arrested by the amateur superhero Ms. Marvel instead of Flame Lantern. She remembered watching the speech from Power Girl instead of Golden Warrior.

But it was all the same...

"Oh..." Was it really better being arrested by Ms. Marvel than Flame Lantern? Was the humiliation of being ignored by her arch-nemesis Power Girl any better than being ignored by her arch-nemesis Golden Warrior? Was what Silver Kite did to Virgil any better when it was-

"I want a do-over." Synergy snapped angrily. "This isn't- it's not any better?"

"A do-over?" Hera raised a sculpted eyebrow in amusement. "After I used one of my vetoes for you? How ungrateful."

"It's all the same!" Synergy spat. "I haven't won. It's just the same bullshit with different names and faces!"

"Ah, but it's all the difference in the world to Alex here." Hera glided up to Alex and stroked his hair. "Aren't you looking forward to making Wonder Woman your sex slave? Or experimenting with Mystique's lovely changeling techniques as she becomes anyone you want? Only sexy women have powers on Earth 372 now, you know. Hero or villain."

"Well..." Alex gulped. "I would like to meet them." His eyes widened. "Just meet them, not fuck them! Even if they're sexy as hell, but I...wait. I shouldn't have said that!"

Hera threw her head back in laughter. "So sweet, so gentlemanly. But don't worry, we'll be fixing that."

"Whatever," Synergy growled, folding her arms. "I would have defeated the League of Justice eventually; it doesn't matter if it's the Justice League now, or the Avengers or whoever, I'll defeat them all too! You hear that, you bitches! Don't forget your lives are in my hands!"

Synergy didn't like the snorts of laughter from Orbita, nor the roll of Vanite's eyes, nor the chuckles from Hera herself as she turned back to her. "Sure you will." Synergy didn't care for the sarcasm. "But now it's time for the second transformation. Behold Rankorr rises again, stronger than ever!"

• Her greatest creation: (Solo) Rankorr turned out to be a bust, but what if, instead of a monster, he had become a symbiote? Now Rankorr will be resurrected as a symbiote for Synergy, enhancing her sexual talents and stamina, albeit at the cost of increased arousal and constantly being fucked by tentacles when her holes are otherwise unoccupied. (Genius)

Hera snapped her fingers, and then there was a flash of lightning. And then, as if he'd never been crushed under Ms. Marvel's boot, Synergy saw him. "RANKORR! My greatest creation! My enemies will rue the day that-"

"That's your greatest creation?" Orbita snorted, her face looking like she was holding back a roar of laughter. "Tell me you aren't serious?"

"I am, so. Rankorr's a level 5 slime organism, with superior intellect and ability to follow commands and-" The red-haired bitch was now rolling her head in laughter, and some of the other contestants were starting to giggle, including Ashara and the alien. "Well, I was on a budget! You try to buy advanced Hydratropic acid on a shoestring budget! Just…just pretend he's actually ten feet tall!"

Orbita only laughed harder, her laugh piercing and haughty. Now only Vanite was the one who wasn't smiling, but Synergy could see she happened to be covering her mouth at the moment. "Shut up! I'll improve him! You wait and seeeeee!! I’LL SHOW YOU ALL!"

"Don't worry about that," Hera said as she watched Rankorr leap from the floor and bite into Synergy's neck. "We've done that for you."

It spread like anaesthetic, spreading through Synergy’s blood and cells, and then her body was melting. She felt her skin begin to bubble as it was coated in a strong, vicious fluid. Her body felt stronger, but also warmer and was starting to morph as her proportions started to grow. It was like her new skin was inflating her body in all the key areas; particularly, she noted with some exasperation, that her tits were growing.

But that frustration quickly became joy as Synergy felt her power grow. New strength, new energy, new stamina. This was her super suit! She could use this new power; she could use Rankorr. Maybe not as he was right now, but by synergising some cosmic ray tune-ups, some Kryptonite infusions and perhaps some vibranium infusions.

Even her hair had changed now, bubbling into a viscous slime; Synergy wondered if she could weaponize that. Turn it into something akin to Medusa perhaps, or maybe something acidic. She wondered if she might be acidic already, what with the way her new clothes were starting to turn see-through.

“I could get used to this.” Her evil smile returned, threatening to become a wicked laugh. “Yes, with a few minor adjustments, this new form could be the key to my ultimate victory-EEK!”

Something long, thin and slimy had penetrated into Synergy’s pussy. Synergy looked over her shoulder in a panic to see who might be responsible, but found that there was no one there. It didn’t take long for her to realise that this was the second part of her transformation in play.

“No, no, Rankorr. Not now.” Her voice became sweet and comforting, like an owner speaking to a pet. “Mommy needs to focus now.”

Her pleading fell on deaf ears though; Rankorr seemed greedy. His tentacles started to pulse like a backed up hosepipe, bulging as they rippled through her pussy. “Aieee!”

“You can’t ask Rankorr to stop, silly; he’s like a cat. They don’t follow rules; you just need to oblige them.” Hera teased, smirking. “You really are so irresponsible.

“Gah! Fuck you! I’ll master this, no problem! I’m the greatest supervillain of all tiiimmme, and I-i won’t let a- ngh! -little groping get the better of me! You hear that, Avengers and-GKK- Justice Leaague! I’m ccooomming for you!”

“In more ways than one it seems, but before we move onto lovely Vanite here, let’s just get a little closer look at how these worlds are reacting. Help gives our Master a little peek at his new kingdom.

A/N: Will be releasing the next chapter later today, just need to proofread first

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Special thanks to OnAndOn_Anon and PandaPalace for proofreading.